heaven bird

Michael took two steps back indiscriminately, and stuck to the wall behind him, "Sir, you made a mistake, it's getting late, I should go back."

Several other prisoners consciously formed a circle and slowly approached Michael. Reed stood with his arms folded and looked at him with a smile. He remembered the face of the prisoner standing at the front. A famous violent criminal, Reed really gave him face.

"Have you ever watched Animal Channel? Oh, that's an interesting show. I especially like watching the hunting part." Reid's smile was full of sarcasm, and the flesh on his face was shaking up and down as his mouth opened and closed. "Watch a herd of cheetahs pounce on -- a detached antelope."

Terry grinned grinningly and punched Michael in the abdomen. Michael grunted, bent over and bowed his body. The moment he squatted down, he yanked a white man's calf and threw him to the ground. Michael pressed one leg on his side. On the body of the white man, he stretched out his hand and twisted the other's wrist, throwing the knife out.Another prisoner held Michael's shoulder from behind, passed his hands through his side and clasped his arm, pulling him up from the ground abruptly.

Terry immediately raised his fist and hit Michael in the face, turned his face to one side and then hit his abdomen with his fist. Michael struggled to raise his hand and grabbed the prisoner's head behind him, pressing his head back Hitting the wall, the hands behind him loosened, and Michael pushed him away with one hand, panting and staring at Terry, who was unharmed.

Michael's sweat slid down his chin to the slightly trembling Adam's apple.

Terry's leg kicked Michael's knee. Michael's knee went limp at the same time Terry raised his hand and pinched his neck. He stretched out his hand to struggle but was held down by another prisoner. Reed, who was standing aside, was slowly approaching.

Reed silently turned on the switch of the electric shock baton, raised his hand and knocked it hard on Michael's back. "Well..." Michael lost the strength to resist in an instant, and fell headfirst on the lawn.

Reed squatted down in front of Michael with happy steps, grabbed his collar and forced him to raise his head. This young prisoner had a beautiful face, but the bleeding wound made him look weak and attractive. Reed Can't help but ravage Michael's light lips with the other hand. "Man, all the time in Eden, I set it."

The Punisher looked up at the sky beyond the high wall grid, his eyes were full of obscure lead gray, and the thick and gloomy cumulus clouds seemed to want to swallow all other colors. "This kind of weather is suitable for having a good dream."

He patted the young man's face in his hands. The young man's eyes were a little wandering. He tried to stand up many times, but finally passed out completely.

Reed gestured to the people around him to carry him away with his eyes, and walked slowly towards the warehouse beside him. Several black men spat at his triumphant back, and reluctantly picked up the unconscious young man.

No one noticed anything amiss, everything was just as it was before the violence.

Except for a tiny, crooked triangle left on the wall that Michael just leaned against.

And a silver-white cross lying quietly in the haystack.

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Ma Hong has always been a practical man, so when he decided to investigate Abel's house again the next day, he sneaked into the courtyard of Abel's house while the sun was setting.

He threw the backpack with the shovel aside, bent down and reached out to take some sand samples. When he rubbed it, he felt something strange to the touch. He spread the sand in his palm and picked out a black line from the middle, which looked like It was accidentally torn from the clothes, Ma Hong thought for a while, and put the two things separately into sealed bags.

The soil has just been refurbished, and it looks very soft, and it doesn't take too much effort to shovel it down. He knows that he can't dig out anything, and it's not his purpose to dig out anything from here, so he just stands here, Makes an appearance of digging, and waits.

"What are you doing!" The expected female voice sounded, and a slightly fat lady ran over with small steps and shouted, pointing at Mahon's shovel.

That's what he was after, the lady who agitatedly stopped him when he first visited Abel's house to investigate and assured Abel of his integrity.

Ma Hong was prepared this time, and before she officially started her throat screaming at tens of thousands of decibels, he shook the FBI certificate in front of her—of course it was forged, and it came from his former FBI officer The hand of his wife, the quality is very guaranteed.

Mrs. Smith swallowed the accusation she had prepared, her tone stiff but friendly nonetheless. "Oh... Mr. FBI, what's the matter with you?"

"I'd like to investigate the last case again." Mahone leaned his shovel against the door.

Mrs. Smith's voice rose again. "It really has nothing to do with Abel. He's a good guy. Everyone here knows it. Why do these things always come to him?"

"You said...always?" Ma Hong narrowed his eyes slightly, "Isn't this the first time?"

Mrs. Smith seemed to realize that she had slipped the tongue and brought new troubles to Abel. She glanced at Mahon and nodded reluctantly. "The last time was about seven or eight years ago. I just moved here with my husband for a few months. Abel was a really nice guy. I was pregnant at that time, and he often came to visit me with gifts. There are One day I suddenly had a stomachache and my husband was not at home, he sent me to the hospital in such heavy rain, and then..."

Mahon interrupted her spout to prove Abel's character. "What happened seven or eight years ago?"

Mrs. Smith was a little dissatisfied, but she skipped this narrative and got to the point: "There were several disappearances at the time, all of them teenagers. One of them, Abe and I, lived next door to us. , although he was not a good boy... but... well, he never came back after that."

"What does 'not a good boy' mean?" Mahon asked.

"It's just that there are many holes in the ears, the hands and feet are not clean, and we were caught stealing things from our house a few times. At that time, we wanted to report the crime, but it was Abel who interceded for him." Mrs. Smith sighed. "He disappeared within a few days. I didn't know until the police came to investigate. With him, six people have disappeared in the neighborhood within half a year."

"But this is just an ordinary interrogation. Both you and he have accepted it."

"...Abel knew two of them. The police seemed to be suspicious of him because of these. They came many times in a row in a few days, but they couldn't produce evidence...Of course there is no evidence. How could Abel do that? kind of thing!" Mrs. Smith seemed to trust his mild neighbor.

Ma Hong frowned, "They gave up without evidence?"

"Well... To be honest, I heard from others that those who disappeared are not good children, and they don't even care about their families, so this case is..." Mrs. Smith didn't go on, and she also felt that this approach was a bit too much cruel.

Ma Hong's expression changed slightly, but he didn't speak.

"But after a long time, I read the news one day...the missing child from our neighbor's house was found." Her face suddenly turned a little pale. "The heavy rain washed away a section of the dam on the outskirts of the city... It is said that someone found him in the river... and the news confirmed the identity of the child, saying that he slipped and fell in the past."

Ma Hong recovered his expressionless face, nodded, and asked several other things.

Mrs. Smith answered everything one by one, but she didn't seem to know much about other things.

Ma Hong finally said goodbye to her, and after driving out of the community, he parked the car on the side of the road, recalling the conversation with Mrs. Smith just now in his mind.Subconsciously, he always felt that the case seven years ago had something to do with Abel, because it was too coincidental—in the pagan homicide case he investigated, all the dead except for Sarah had previous convictions criminals or people with a bad reputation.

It's almost logical to put things together -- except there's no evidence.The man was very proud that the things he did seven years ago were not discovered. When he gradually realized that these things were far from satisfying him, he began to want to establish an organization to eliminate crimes.

Ma Hong thumped the steering wheel. Did he really think that he was the martyr who resisted evil in the Bible? (Note 1)

Mahon pulled out his cell phone from his pocket, called Eden Prison, and asked to be transferred to Asa Hunt. He needed to discuss it with Michael again.

The call was successfully transferred, and Ma Hong spoke to the person on the other end of the phone. "I went to Abel's community again today, and I found..."

--He stopped suddenly because he heard a slight "pop" from the other side of the phone, like a bubble popping gently in the air.

Ma Hong narrowed his eyes sullenly. "……Who are you?"

The man on the other end of the phone spit out the bubble gum in his mouth and kicked it casually on the lawn, slowly wrapped his fingers around the silver cross necklace hanging around his neck, and dragged out his voice. "Hello, this is the Teddy love line, how can I help you? Please press [-] for advice, press [-] for replay, and find my beauty -- please hang up."

*Note 1: When Christ was alive, he praised Abel as a righteous martyr