heaven bird

Michael felt in a trance that he had fallen into a long, long dream. It seemed that everything was fantasized by his stepfather in a small and dark space when he was a child (Note 1), but he had never been dreamed up by him. He has been released, he has been living in that darkness, never met Sarah, never entered the Fox River for his brother, and never came to the Garden of Eden...

He never got it, and he doesn't grieve over losing it like that.

Boundless black mist filled the whole body, Michael fell into a deep sleep with the black mist, and the death quietly lingering in the dark night became a kind of soft temptation, it was as gentle as a black rose Wrapping Michael, tempting him to slowly integrate with it, sinking into a deeper abyss.

This dream was terrifyingly quiet, and no sound could be heard. Michael tried to speak, but his vocal cords seemed to be wrapped in black mist. He should be suspicious, but he seemed unwilling to pick up his always sharp thinking ability, and even opened his eyes. The strength to open his eyes slowly disappeared, he lay in the darkness thinking a little dazedly, why did he want to wake up?There is no reason, then, just go to sleep like this, what, don't think about anything.

But Michael suddenly heard a strange sound in the silence, muffled, like the sound of the pine cork of a beer bottle cracking. In summer, his brother always liked to bite the cork with his teeth, and the white foam appeared. It will pop out from the mouth of the bottle... No, it’s not like that, it’s a voice he’s very familiar with, Michael forced himself to focus his distracted attention, and re-stretched his wandering nerves, that voice was--

...Michael woke up. He opened his eyes with some difficulty. The ceiling and the ceiling fan painted pure white were the first thing in his vision. He blinked his dry eyes a few times looking at the completely still fan.

Michael looked down slowly, a bright red stained his irises, and now knew what the sound he heard in the dream was—a gunshot.

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"...you see, we are all captives of ourselves, locked in a prison of our own making."

Tang's face was pale under the moonlight, his chin was sharper than before, and the wrist holding the gun was very slender. He seemed to be losing weight rapidly.The beautiful prison guard curled his lips lazily as in the past, but there was no smile in his eyes: "So, I think I should free myself."

T-bag is not as observant as his engineer, but it can also be seen that Don Green has no scruples. A person who doesn't care about anything, killing people has completely become a blink of an eye for him.

And now, he wanted to kill them both.

"I don't know the details of your deal with Pretty, but you should know that he didn't kill Neil."

Neil's name seemed to make Tang's eyes flash a gleam of brilliance, and then quickly returned to dim, "I know, that was my mistake, I shouldn't believe the legendary story about 'escape genius Michael'."

T-bag guessed that his slightly surprised expression must look stupid.

Tang looked at him and said, "Yes, I know Michael and your little secrets from the beginning, but I don't care, all I care about from the beginning to the end is..."

Tang's words came to an abrupt end. He laughed at himself and did not continue: "...I think I should correct these mistakes myself."

Tang raised his gun and pointed at Michael on the bed, but didn't pull the trigger immediately, as if he still wanted to see T-bag's reaction.

T-bag looked at him calmly with brown eyeballs, and Don didn't move until T-bag raised his hand to hold the barrel of the gun.

"... Oh, I thought you would do something, it's really touching, do you want to stand in front of him?" Tang raised his eyebrows, but there was no extra emotion in his tone, "Actually, I don't mind the order, You can even draw a lottery first if you want."

T-bag seemed to show a strange embarrassed expression, "Of course I won't kill you, oh maybe it was possible before, but not now, my beauty will be unhappy."

He knew that Michael was very guilty of Neil's death. If T-bag added another Don Green to this list... His own name would probably stay on another black list for the rest of his life. His genius It seems that he always takes all the responsibility and punishment on himself, as if he can really love everyone-except Bagwell-like God.

T-bag sighed pretendingly, "And you know, T-bag's sweet possessiveness made him not want anyone but him to kill his beauty."

"Oh, but I won't help you either. Although I am deeply moved by this suggestion, Teddy made a great decision tonight." T-bag licked his lips and used his other artificial hand He tapped his head, bowed artistically, and concluded in a drawn-out tone: "Since the damn thing in my genius's head prevents him from living for long, I hope at least until the last day." He can die in my arms."

Tang listened to his half-truth and half-fake inner confession like a drama, and laughed softly, then gently pulled the barrel of the gun away from T-bag's palm, moved it back two inches--pulled the trigger.

The burning pain immediately paralyzed T-bag's entire arm. T-bag bent down and took a breath, holding his right hand that won the lottery for the second time today with a fake hand, thinking, this is really an epic moment, it should be recognized Recorded in "Teddy's Goodnight Diary", the title is that the T-bag was cut with a hole in the palm of his cold beauty.

When Tang was about to fire a second shot, a weak voice stopped him: "...Don."

Tang whistled, "Sleeping Beauty, are you finally willing to get up?"

Michael's lips were still pale, but he still frowned and lifted the quilt, and got off the bed with staggering steps.

He looked at Tang. Neil had said many times that he liked Tang's eyes, which were the same color as the sky and the lake. Now those blue eyes were still beautiful, but they seemed to have lost their luster from the depths, covering the Hollow despair.

"I am sorry." Michael lowered his head and said to Don.

This sentence actually didn't make any sense, he just... just wanted to say it.

When he first entered the Garden of Eden, the "middleman" Caesar once told him that Don Green, the flower of the Garden of Eden, had an obvious weakness, the lunatic Neil.

That's not obvious, Michael thought, but too important to hide.

"...You know I won't accept it." There was a cold and false smile on the corner of Tang's mouth.

"I know." Michael just nodded.

"I fulfilled all the conditions you mentioned, including removing the police from the cafeteria on the day of the riot... I even brought people to the rooftop to stop you..."

T-bag thought, oh, now everything makes sense, it seems that all the coincidences that day were not accidental.

Michael glanced at the T-bag sitting on the bedside table with his arm clutched, and looked back after making sure that he wouldn't die for a while.

"...But you and your escape group are really good. Apart from Neil's accident, one of them is missing, and all three of them have entered the infirmary."

Michael asked with some surprise: "...Who is missing? Who else has entered the infirmary besides me and T-bag?"

"Bogg Carter, the one who was injured was Kevin Mill, he lived in this room two days ago, it's a pity that you didn't sleep together and exchange feelings, I thought I could send you to see God together, but, it's okay , I can take my time." Tang casually pushed the next bullet.

Michael's face became darker, and the development of the matter was faster than he imagined. It seemed that Abel had lost the patience to play word games with him.

He thought for a while and asked, "Do you think it has something to do with Kevin?"

"My good colleague sent them to the ward at the same time. You see, Neil is dead but he is alive. Is this reason enough?"

"It's really impossible for Neil to get on the roof by himself. He can't even tell where the exhaust fan is installed, let alone in the infirmary that he is not familiar with." Michael slightly raised his head and looked around the room, recalling the memory of The next pattern.

"..." Tang was silent for a while, then put the safety catch back on, as if expressing interest in continuing to listen.

"Besides, the infirmary was not within my reference range at the time, not because it didn't have an exhaust duct..." Michael paused for a moment, frowning, as if he thought it would be difficult to say the following words, "but because it is the only An exhaust duct was arranged in the doctor's makeshift overnight lounge, to which no one but the doctor himself had a key."

And because he didn't want to repeat the mistakes of Fox River and hurt another innocent woman, he gave up this plan from the beginning.

"...Irene?" Maybe because Irene is a woman, and in a sense, he is also a colleague who is familiar with him, so he didn't casually say that he wanted to solve it together like he did to Kevin, Tang hesitated for a while.

Michael remembered that in the early days of his entry into Eden, it was Irene who insisted on transferring Neil to the psychiatric ward. It was her name that signed the application form for the warden. He should have started to suspect it from then on. Well, that wasn't pure concern for him, a lifeless prisoner... That seemingly beautiful and kind-hearted doctor might be targeting Neil at all.

It's just that he has been reluctant to suspect a female doctor who looks like Sarah.

Michael closed his eyes wearily, "...two days, give me another two days, and I will hand over all the murderers to you."

"You can choose Sayyes or, shoot now." Michael opened his eyes and looked at him again, with the usual calm to almost cold light flowing in the green eyes.

Note 1: Michael was adopted by many families in turn when he was a child, and was repeatedly locked in a dark room by one of his stepfathers.