heaven bird

Today is an ordinary day for the middle-aged store owner. It was already dark, and no other customers came in the store. After he hummed an old Beatles song and locked all the glass cabinets in the store, Glancing at the clock hanging on the wall, he stretched his waist and walked back to the counter, intending to get another set of keys to close the store.

But the wind chime hanging at the door suddenly rang, "Welcome." The middle-aged shopkeeper raised his head reflexively and said.

Pushing open the store door was a man wearing a gray hoodie, the shadow of the brim of the hat covered most of his face, he was chewing gum, walking swayingly with his hands in his pockets, his brown eyes casually passed over the store Those locked transparent windows.

This store sells things that little girls like. This is a strange customer, the owner thought, maybe to buy some gifts for his girlfriend?

"Dude, your store is really hard to find. Teddy asked for several streets before he found it." The man who called himself Teddy said suddenly.

"Is...is it?" The shop owner who lowered his head and locked the cash register replied with some doubts. His shop didn't seem to be famous enough to attract customers who came here admiringly.

"I don't have any money, buddy, can you send me something?"

"Are you kidding me?" the owner lowered his head and laughed.

"Oh...it doesn't look right."

The shopkeeper raised his head as if wanting to say something, and suddenly found that Hessen's muzzle was facing him. The smile on his face hadn't subsided, and it was strangely mixed with panic. He slowly raised his hands, "... …guest?"

"Teddy" who was chewing gum waved his hand, "Oh, don't be nervous... and don't rush to open the cash register, honey, you just need to be temporarily blind for a few minutes, and just turn a blind eye to what I'm going to do next .”

The middle-aged shopkeeper watched the other party approaching him in surprise, and calmly opened the drawer next to the cash register. After searching for a while, he took out a red fire hammer.

The man threw the hammer up and down several times, and smiled with his white teeth, "Friendly reminder, please cover your ears."

Before the shopkeeper could react, the man in the gray hoodie smashed the glass cabinet with a hammer with his expression unchanged.

After an ear-piercing bang, the shards of glass scattered all over the floor. The shopkeeper widened his eyes in shock, watching the man in the hood walk around the shards of glass on the ground, and took out from the glass cabinet... a palm-sized brown Teddy doll?

The man held the little bear's short leg and shook it at him who was already in a daze, "Sorry, buddy, I just want to buy a teddy bear for my angel's angel." He called himself and laughed, then tilted his head and thought for a while, then added, "Well, it probably doesn't matter if you grab it."

The man threw the hammer to him, and the shopkeeper caught it in a hurry, but he didn't expect that the other person reached out and touched his trouser pocket, and he became stiff all of a sudden.

The man in the hood rolled his eyes, "Don't you look like you're going to be raped, okay? Teddy is picky eater occasionally." Then he pulled out a bunch of keys and cards from his pocket, "... borrow your car."

"...!" The shopkeeper wanted to speak with great heartache, but he didn't have the courage after all. The strange man's mood was erratic, and his tone was strangely respectful, but he had no doubt that if he refused the other party--that man would really open his mouth. gun.

The man put the key into his pocket with ease, and then patted him on the shoulder as if remembering something, "Also, I suggest you release your hand from the alarm, or wipe the gun It’s okay to go off fire, right?”

The man finally waved to him, swayed his legs generously and walked out of the store, "If you want to catch me, please stand in line, Teddy Superman's schedule is very full, and then we have to save the real Mr. Angel."

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At dawn, Michael walked into the dark warehouse alone, the door behind him was slowly closed, and the lights on the ceiling were turned on.

Immediately someone rushed out and pressed Michael to the ground.

"Michael, Michael, Michael, we finally meet again." Manche, who was wearing a black robe, clapped his hands and smiled at him with his head down. The fat and scars on his face were squeezed together, which was extremely hideous.

Even Michael recalled for a long time who this person was, "Manche."

Manche moved forward a few steps excitedly, "I knew it, I knew you would remember who I am, do you still remember me? I was left behind by you..." Manche's excited high-pitched voice suddenly became gloomy and slow Come down, "It was left behind by you after you escaped from prison, poor little fat."

Manche opened his sleeves, and his arms were covered with horrific scars, overlapping each other, as if every piece of flesh had been cut off by force, "Look, the scars you left for me thing."

"...I told you at the time that the plan to escape from Fox River cannot be [-]% successful. Your sentence is not long and there is no need to participate. As long as you pretend not to know about it, I will not allow them to kill you. said Michael.

"Shut up! Are you kidding me? How could I miss the chance to escape! That kind of ghostly place! Of course I don't want to stay for a second!" Manche stared at him in disbelief, aiming at being overwhelmed to the ground Michael kicked in the face, "It's all your fault! It's your damn fault for not taking me out!"

The man in black next to him tugged Manshi, and then he stopped. He took a few breaths and seemed to calm down again.

He casually wiped the blood on Michael's clothes and pinched his bleeding chin, "I almost forgot about the serious business, we brought you a small gift, look up."

Michael coughed a few times, feeling the choking taste of blood in his throat, he followed Manche's movements and raised his head, because of the special design of the warehouse, its ceiling was very high, and some goods stacked almost close to the ceiling There seemed to be two people on the street, and the warehouse was a bit dark even with the lights turned on. Michael squinted his eyes and could only vaguely see the small figure of one of them in a pink skirt. Fist, "...Lily!"

"How fragile a human life is, especially for such a little girl, at such a high distance." Manche giggled, "It will disappear with a snap."

"I have agreed to your master's request." Michael shouted.

"Yes, yes." Manche nodded, "But why, we have to abide by the agreement?"

"..."

Manche looked at Michael's ugly face and laughed, "Oh, oh, of course we will still abide by the agreement, but there is an additional condition. This is my unique idea. I believe the master will like it."

Manche untied his gun in a good mood, kicked in front of Michael, and grabbed his hair, "You feed the bullet into your own head, and we let her go, how about it?"

The cold gun was attached to the side of Michael's face, and he was forced to look up at Mansh with difficulty, raised the corners of his mouth with difficulty, swallowed all the bloody saliva in his mouth, and said, "Your plan is really good... Too bad I lied."

"What lie?"

"In fact, I didn't hand over all the evidence of your master to him, I handed him over to my friend." Michael laughed, his teeth were covered with blood, looking a little scary, "The plan is old-fashioned...but it works , isn't it? As long as I don't call him within today, you... can only wait and see the news broadcast of your dear master being sent to the electric chair."

Manche stared at him with a strange expression, and suddenly laughed, "Michael, Michael, you always seem to think that you have grasped everyone's weaknesses. This is really a bad habit."

All the men in black in the warehouse laughed, as if Michael had told an inexplicable joke.

"Do you think you can threaten us? Idiot, the master is different from us, he is different from everyone else, he is the true immortal god, how could he be sent to the electric chair because of your piece of bullshit evidence?" Manche looked almost crazy, "Even if he is sent to the electric chair, he will definitely be reborn, just like the rebirth he brought us."

"Reborn like us!" Manche cruelly reached out and stepped on Michael's back, once, once, again, "full of wisdom! vitality! strength!"

Michael frowned, digging his nails deeply into the palm of his hand, without making a sound, he had a damn bad premonition, this group of people were simply lunatics who couldn't communicate rationally, what they thought was not right from the start What a deal, but a complete destruction, the person he was struggling to shake stood up, wanting to walk in the direction of Lily.

Manche finally raised his hand with a victorious smile, and said loudly, "And you!"

The man in black grabbed his arms again and threw him to the ground.

"Your arrogance is the greatest sin! You will go to hell for it! Endless punishment!" said Manche. "We have judged your wife! Drained her blood! And now we are here to You and your daughter are sentenced to death!"

Michael's fierce struggle was suppressed by the man in black who was pressing him down with a heavier blow. The man put his legs on his stomach, as if trying to squeeze out his internal organs directly. In the upside-down vision, he finally saw When Manche raised his hands, the man in black standing next to the little pink figure slowly stretched out his hands and pushed her out.

The pink skirt drew a graceful arc in the air, like a butterfly with its wings broken.

And he watched helplessly in the perverted world, his Lily's young body hit the cold concrete floor, and a large amount of blood spread out from under her body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Manche opened his arms to the sky with a cheerful expression.

The ear-piercing siren rang through the entire warehouse, and all the men in black were stunned. Even Manche stopped his impromptu speech. At this moment, Michael threw off the man on his body and grabbed the Gun, pulled the trigger on Manche.

The bullet passed through Manche's head, and the noisy man fell to the ground comically. The remaining men in black robes didn't even look at him. One gushed out.

And Michael stood expressionlessly, as if turning a blind eye to everything, and only the gun in his hand and the body of the man opposite was left in the world.

He kept pulling the trigger mechanically, and a series of bullets shot Manche's body from top to bottom, and he didn't notice until the magazine was empty.

Until a pair of hands embraced him from behind, and one hand covered his eyes, covering all his sight, the man's familiar low hoarse voice sounded in his ear, "...Pretty, Michael, calm down ,Calm down."

Michael stood stiffly, his fingertip still on the trigger.

T-bag stretched out his hand to gently cover his hand, wanting to remove the gun in his hand, "This thing doesn't suit you at all, genius..."

Michael held the gun tightly and didn't let go, T-bag sighed helplessly, his voice was as gentle as a sigh, "It's not true, Michael, Lily is fine, she's fine, look at that 'corpse ’, it’s not her at all, you look up and take a closer look, it’s just a blood bag.”

Michael seemed to have some reaction, he moved, and slowly raised his head with some fear. After the door opened, the warehouse lit up a lot, and the real body of the so-called 'corpse' was also exposed. The puppet in the skirt had several blood bags tied to its body, but now they were all smashed, and the blood flowed all over the place.

Michael seemed to have completely lost his strength and knelt down on the ground. He looked at the miserable corpse of the man who had just been killed by his own hands not far away, and his expression did not improve much.

Michael closed his eyes, and muttered to himself, his voice was broken and fragile that he had never heard before, "What Munche said is not wrong, I am guilty, I did wrong from the beginning, I wanted to save Lincoln, but killed So many innocent lives, this time too, Sarah, Neal, Berger... I got them killed and those people will never forgive me, neither will God, it is and they are punishing I...everyone who comes close to me will eventually die, and I can only watch them leave one by one."

T-bag reached out to hug him from behind, kissed his trembling slender neck, in the empty warehouse and the noisy sirens, Michael heard the other party whisper, "It's okay, everything is okay, Michael, T-bag -bag will never leave you and never die, we are not in heaven, why bother with God, Bagwell forgive you, forgive all you have done, accept all your sins."

His voice was so gentle that it was almost pious, "If God doesn't forgive you, then we will fall into hell together."