heaven bird

Lily Schofield curled up in a corner with her hands tied, timidly opened her big green eyes and looked at the group of men in black in front of her, seemingly completely unable to understand what they were doing.

They captured a man yesterday, a boy who didn't look much older than her, and tied him in the middle of a strange pentagram. He was bound in an extremely contorted position, and it looked very painful.

Lily once tried to tell them to relax the boy, but was slapped several times by the men, and then gagged with a rag from nowhere.

When the boy first arrived, he kept swearing and begging for mercy, but now he has stopped talking, just lying on the ground with his eyes numb, his limbs twisted strangely, covered with the Scars from a group of men.

The group of men in black robes circled around him, speaking some strange and unknown languages. Lily listened carefully, but could only understand that they said that the boy had committed "theft", which they said was a capital crime. .

The circling ceremony went on for a long time, so long that Lily's eyelids became heavy, and finally one of the fat men holding a wooden stake shouted Allah to the ceiling, and then stabbed the wooden stake into the boy's heart, donating blood at a very fast speed poured out.

That scene was too bloody and cruel, even beyond Lily's cognition. She screamed and buried her head in her knees, trembling and sobbing in fear, and clenched the broken glass hidden in her palm.She didn't know much about death yet, but she never woke up after seeing the boy bled a lot, so it must have been a very, very scary thing.

The group of men dragged their robes and walked around, then took the body out of the room. There was only a pool of shocking blood left in the room, and she was the only one who was trembling.

Maybe it's because Lily is too short, not even half the height of those men. After so many days, she always shrinks in the corner in fear. They don't even bother to send someone to guard her, but just tie her up and throw her in the corner. When you think of it, give her some food and keep it like a pet.

Lily observed secretly for a long time, and after making sure that there was no one in the room, she finally stopped carefully pretending that she was rubbing against the wall, and amplified the movement of rubbing the rope with broken glass, but her strength was too weak, and she did not do it for many days. Cut it completely.

Lily doesn't know how many days have passed since she was taken away from Uncle Lincoln's house, and she was locked in this room. This place is terrible, scarier than any place she has ever been in, she thought, She must leave here. She has heard many adventure stories told by her father. She remembers her father telling her that in many cases, the only one who can keep her alive is herself.

Those guys seem to be saying they're going to take her to the harbor or something tonight, so now's her only chance!The tear-scrubbed girl couldn't help but muttered to herself anxiously, "Hurry up, hurry up..."

Perhaps it was the nervousness that made her suddenly gain more strength, and the rope finally snapped.

Lily immediately tore off the rope and stood up, rushing to the only window in the room, she knew that it was not locked by the group of men like the door of the room.

...But at that time, she was just lying on the big soft bed, and her father would kiss her on the forehead when she was sleepy, drawing a beautiful end to her bedtime story.

Lily sniffed, tried her best to push open the window with her red and swollen eyes, and climbed up to the window sill. The distance between the second floor was still too high for a little girl, and girls her age were generally too tall. There may be such courage, but the green-eyed girl with her parents' natural bravery in her blood flows, and she belongs to the adventurous Schofield family.

The wind gushed in through the window, messing up Lily's blond hair. She struggled to get out of the window sill, and clenched tightly the round necklace hanging on her chest. There were pictures of their family embedded in it, left by her mother. The last gift for her.

Lily glanced at the big trash can directly below the window, swallowed, and repeated to herself in a low voice, "Lily is Mum's pride, the bravest child..."

"It doesn't matter, it definitely doesn't matter... As long as I jump off, Daddy will definitely find me."

Lily pursed her lips tightly, clutching the necklace on her chest, as if it was the source of all her courage, she called Daddy softly in her heart, closed her eyes, and jumped off the window sill.

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Bagwell was walking aimlessly on the street. He was wearing an expensive beige suit with a black shirt inside, but all the buttons near the neck of the shirt were missing, and the neckline was open all the way to the chest. With a silver cross necklace hanging around his neck, it looks extremely coquettish and eye-catching.

Oh, regarding the buttons, of course it wasn't his intention, it's just that when he knocked out the real owner of the clothes before, he accidentally tore them off.

Bagwell casually twisted the note from Michael in his pocket, while blowing kisses to the beauties on the side of the road who were winking at him with peace of mind.

Passing by a certain alley, he suddenly heard a loud noise coming from the depths of the alley. T-bag hit his mouth and thought for a while, still a little curious, whistled and walked in.

The culprit lady, wearing a dirty pink dress, lay on the trash can and looked as if she had hit her head and was knocked unconscious.

"Wow, is this the latest fairy tale? Trash can princess?" T-bag crouched in front of her and poked the little white pearl on her tutu skirt, "Well... if you grow up If you are five or six years old, it should be my favorite type."

"Oh... no, it should be said that I'm a good man, and I don't accept anything except the green-eyed beauties that are a specialty of the Schofield family." T-bag clapped his hands with disinterest, and turned to leave.

The girl frowned, "...Mum."

T-bag stopped in his tracks, as if a certain nerve was touched by this word, he walked around a few times a little agitatedly, and walked back again, watching the little girl in the pink skirt spread her hands, "... I hope T-bag A rare act of kindness by -bag to make my engineer love me a little more."

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The vicinity of St. West's Church has always been sparsely populated. Only an elderly nun stays here all the year round. The nun is so attached to this place that she even moved her family to the side of the church.

This place has always been deserted, and today when someone knocked on the door suddenly, she was startled.

The nun looked at the man in front of her and sighed, and persuaded again, "Sir, now that you're here, don't you still want to see Mrs. Maria?"

T-bag waved his hand at her casually, "Forget it, nun, I'm not what she imagined for a long time... And the kitten, you've been nesting in that place since you woke up, you want to do this Stare at me for how long? T-bag won't eat you again."

Lily, with a dirty face like a tabby cat, hid vigilantly behind the table in the restaurant, staring at him, neither opening nor approaching him.

T-bag has never been a patient person. He clicked his tongue and lay flat on the sofa in the long nun's house as if he was bored. He turned on the TV with the remote control, changed the channel at will, and muttered boringly, "It's up to you Well, Bagwell won't pick up the mess next time and come back."

The nun glanced at him helplessly, picked up the bouquet brought by the man on the table, and left the room, preparing to visit Audrey who lived at the other end of the church.

The city's tourist introduction was being played on TV, and the noisy introducer kept praising the city with false and beautiful words, as if it was the most beautiful and innocent place in the world.

T-bag laughed mockingly, feeling extremely bored, but Lily seemed to be attracted, and slowly walked over from behind the table - her hand was still firmly grasping the necklace around her neck.

T-bag was about to continue switching channels, but he heard Lily murmuring behind him like a mosquito, "Mum..."

He turned his head and found that there were a string of tears hanging on the little girl's face, and they were still falling down.

This program seemed to turn on Lily's switch. After a while, she cried even harder, and her shoulders were still twitching.

T-bag didn't intend to talk to her at first, but was finally irritated by the continuous crying and had to turn over from the sofa, "...Damn woman is really the most incomprehensible creature in the world, regardless of age."

T-bag clicked his tongue, bent in front of Lily, rubbed her hair a little rudely, and tried to comfort him, "... Your Royal Highness, can you tell poor Bagwell that there is a travel commercial What is there to make you cry?"

Lily cried and pointed to the TV, which was introducing a street that Bagwell was not familiar with at all. The staff was interviewing the owner of a boutique store, "Here, my mother took Lily there at Christmas..."

"I haven't seen her since then..." Lily cried and opened her necklace, talking incoherently, "Mom said she was going to buy me a teddy bear...but it disappeared...and then Dad gone..."

Lily's tears were still falling, but T-bag, who suddenly jumped in front of her and pulled her necklace, was taken aback, and said in a nasal voice, "You...what are you doing?"

Bagwell was not in the mood to care about this anymore, his thoughts were all focused on the small curved photo, and he looked in shock at the smiling young man in the photo.

He swallowed his saliva, and said with difficulty, "Wait, wait, kitty...can you tell me, what's your dear Daddy's name?"

Lily blinked her beautiful green eyes a little dullly, and sniffed, "...Michael Scofield."