heaven bird

<8:30a.m. Outside the Garden of Eden, Lincoln's House>

"Good morning, Lily, the sun is shining on your ass, it's time for you to get up..." Lincoln yawned and pushed open the door of Lily's room, and was still pierced by the pink eyes-thanks to the girl, his son originally The room was successfully transformed into a doll dream factory, but who made the whole family have nothing to do with this green-eyed little girl, just like they had nothing to do with her father back then.

"Oh Comeon, baby, you've slept long enough, get up." Lincoln leaned against the door and yelled again, but there was still no movement from the bulging pile in the quilt on the bed.

"Hey, Lily?" Lincoln began to feel a little strange. Lily is not a girl who sleeps like this. Since her mother didn't come back, she is very easy to wake up. "Shall I lift your quilt?"

Lincoln walked over, first lifted a corner of the quilt, and when he looked closer, he found a pink rabbit ear exposed under the beige quilt.

Lincoln lifted the entire quilt at once, and in the center of the bed lay a huge doll of a rabbit, which was a gift drawn by his son in a lottery. The mouth of the doll was sewn up with red thread, and the eyes made of black buttons seemed to be Laughing at who, Lily doesn't like this strange-looking doll, and she never sleeps with it.

"God..." Lincoln thumped the bed hard, turned and ran out of the room.

Damn it, he didn't protect Sarah well. If he lost Lily again, without his younger brother doing it himself, he would have shot himself first!

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Kevin walked behind Michael with a knife all the way.

"You don't have to do this, I won't run away."

"Oh, yes..." Kevin responded casually, "I think so too."

While saying this, Kevin didn't seem to put down the knife at all, and kept holding it in circles in the air. His gray eyes were shining, his fair cheeks were powdery, and he looked very excited, staring at the knife. Michael's eyes seemed to have cut him into several small pieces in his mind, ready to be swallowed.

Michael suddenly thought to no avail, no wonder Kevin has always looked up at others shyly, if he had been looking at people like this, he would probably have been caught earlier instead of being devoured by him After killing his own little girlfriend, he spent such a long time safely, and he waited until he made it known to the world before he was turned in by the police.

"Please." Kevin pushed open a door in the hallway.

Abel was sitting upright on a chair, and when he saw him coming in, he stretched out his hand and greeted him with a smile: "Hello, Michael." Like Michael, he can always dress his prison uniform in a proper way A suit, like a tie and you can go straight to a prom or something.

Kevin stood at Abel's side, but not very close, and kept a decent distance away, showing great respect.

"Sit down." Abel gestured to the empty chair in front of him with his eyes, "I've always wanted to be like this, um, to chat with you?"

Michael sat down generously and glanced around. He remembered that this place should be one of the warehouses, but the inside was very clean. It seemed that Abel’s pursuit of perfection was the cause of his cleanliness. He was always concerned about his stage. With extremely high demands, Michael raised the corners of his mouth mockingly: "I really don't know how you endure being among a group of prisoners."

Abel sat in the chair with a very natural look, clasped his fingers, as if he was not sitting on an ordinary iron chair, but a noble throne, "No, you guessed it wrong, I like being here Feeling, it makes me feel clearly that everything I do is for the future."

Michael snorted, "Your definition of the future is really different."

"That's something you can't understand." Abel said, "But I once expected you to be in this future."

"I heard a lot of stories about you in the last prison, you know, you're almost a myth in Fox River, and even someone like me who never took part in their conversations would occasionally hear a few words, and then I did Some small investigations." Abel looked at him, his eyes could almost be called eager, "You are very smart, I like your plan, those small games that use people's hearts one after another, we have never met, but I realized that you must be someone who can understand me."

"I'm full of hope—we're just made for each other, a match made in heaven. But unfortunately, I heard from some source that you chose a boring life, marrying a beautiful wife, and taking care of yourself after work. Your kids go for walks in the park, go fishing on weekends and stuff, it's boring." Abel frowned his pretty eyebrows.

"But God... oh, although I don't believe it, God testifies, your wife is really not my fault, I just hinted at your good friend (Munche who killed Sarah in Chapter 1) that you might be able to help her. Poor, poor me..."

"He really carried out my will very conscientiously, and even helped me get rid of the woman who led you to a boring life by the way. On this point, he deserves the highest praise."

Michael listened to him talking endlessly, but just replied with a straight face, "Really?"

"Oh, I didn't mean to underestimate you." Abel comforted him hypocritically as if he had suddenly come to his senses, "I really didn't recognize you at first, that idiot Manche killed your wife and then threw it away. Knowing your whereabouts, I can only be busy with my own plan while thinking about you, including the actions Kevin made, I don't care at all, he has always been very interested in treating gentle people."

"It wasn't until I heard that the place where I put the 'little things' was seized by the police ... and then my 'Bible' disappeared inexplicably, I realized that the person I was looking for was right in front of me."

Abel spread his hands towards him, smiled and blinked, "BIGSURPRISE? Oh, but I prefer to call your meeting with me a fateful encounter. After all, you know, my dear Michael, we have How similar."

The man's tone was still gentle, but the gentle smile quickly faded away in this second, leaving only the rigid and cold truth like dead wood: "But you disappointed me so much."

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T-bag kicked the lawn irritably, no one said he had seen "Asa", he just evaporated out of nowhere in the Garden of Eden.

The last place he looked was to go to the prayer room, a place T-bag never came in, he hated it more than any place in Eden, and if he didn't want to find Michael, he felt that he would spend the rest of his sentence of 200 years. Will not set foot in this ghost place.

Unexpectedly, the disgusting place, which is always neat and clean, seems to be in a mess today. The giant silver cross fell to the ground, and the statue of Jesus fell to pieces, while the old priest was holding his small cross with a solemn face. eulogy.

Of course, there is no such long and wordy concept in T-bag's dictionary as "should not bother the priest who read the eulogy". Usually, he deletes such a long one directly, so he went up and grabbed the old priest by the collar: "Ha Hey man, have you seen my beauty?"

The old priest guessed that he had not been treated like this since he entered the Garden of Eden, so he stared at T-bag dumbfounded and asked, "Who?"

"Asa Hunt." T-bag gave him a gouged look, and reluctantly continued to explain, "A guy with green eyes, very good-looking, and looks hot all over."

Bagwell's description was too abstract, and the poor old priest didn't realize it for a long time: "...I...I haven't seen it before."

"No, no, you must know, this is the last place I was looking for." T-bag seemed to lose his patience suddenly, he lowered his voice, and said word by word in the priest's ear, the tone was not heavy, but every word Words reveal a thrilling sense of danger, "YouMUSTtellme."

The old priest gripped his cross tightly in panic, "God bear witness, I really don't know!"

"No problem, leave it to Bagwell and I'll let you know..."

Someone next to him suddenly interrupted T-bag's next words: "Come on, T-bag, that old guy really doesn't know."

"Cesar? I thought you were a businessman, and the only things you worshiped were cigarettes and dollars."

There are several band-aids on Caesar's face and neck, and the injury he suffered in the last riot seems to have not completely healed, and he still speaks his poorly pronounced English: "You know, since the last time I was killed by the old mad dog (Bao I started to believe in God after I bit it, God knows if crazy people are contagious."

"Oh, you want to find Asa, right? I know where he went." Caesar looked at him with a smile, "But you know, the 'middleman' never loses money."

"uh-huh?"

"Don't worry, my conditions are very simple, just come and play a game with me." Caesar took out a deck of cards, "When Asa came in for the first time, he also played a game with me... It is undeniable that God is fair, and his poker skills are not as good as his looks."

"But I'm interested in you. In fact, no one in Eden can play with you, right? I remember you won a lot of packs of cigarettes from me when you came, and I was sad for a long time." Caesar said in the prayer room The cards were being shuffled on the chair. Although he said sadly, there was still a smile on his face.

"But I think, I'm not interested in playing poker with you at the moment." T-bag also sat down, swiped his cards off the ground, and approached him like a beast with a hint of fangs. Side: "Why don't we change the content of the transaction to, I won't kill you, and then you tell me the whereabouts of the beauty?"

"Bagwell, do you think it took longer to play two games of cards or kill me?" Caesar smiled, "Friendly reminder, I was the one who killed the old nigger. At that time, your I can't guarantee what will happen to the beauty."

"..."

"So come and play a game with me." Caesar shrugged, drew a Queen of Spades from the scattered cards, and shook it provocatively at the T-bag, "For your dear Athena? ( Note)"

T-bag was silent for a few seconds, the tip of his scarlet tongue brushed the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand to take the card, kissed the side face of the Goddess of Wisdom frivolously on the card, and said with a secretive smile: "...Of course, For Athena, my friend."

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Note 1: The spade Q represents Athena, the goddess of wisdom.