heaven bird

【21】Clue

"Don, didn't you say to pack coffee? Why did it take so long?" Neil sat on the soft chair in the interrogation room. Another paper cup on the table was knocked over on the ground, and the overflowing water covered the entire table. , All the materials stacked on the table were soaked in water, Neil acted as if he hadn’t seen it, dipped his fingers in the water seriously, and spelled out the word DON (Don) on the table.

Tang looked at the messy tabletop, put the paper cup in his hand on the only corner of the table that was not wet, swept all the soaked materials into the trash can, and said indifferently: "...just by the way Pay the balance."

Neil nodded. He never had any doubts about Tang's words. He continued to spell Tang's surname, seemingly never tired of this game.

Although the interrogation room is not big, it is much more spacious than the double room in the prison.Don had no way to take Neil out of here. The only thing he could do was to occasionally let Neil stay in this larger space and wait with him for the roll call time the next morning.

When the sun came up, he'd put Neil back in that tiny cage again.

Don threw the paper cups he brought in into the trash can, and the coffee blossomed into a brown flower on the white pile of materials in the trash can. "Neil, do you like Asa very much?"

Neil raised his head and said without any hesitation, "I like it."

"Oh? Why." Tang turned his back to Neil and locked the door. Anyway, almost no one would dare to violate his orders to come to this interrogation room at night.

"...Because he is free." Neil tilted his head and thought carefully. "...Asa looks bound to many, many things, but his eyes are free."

Neil looked around, as if looking for something, and finally he pointed to the dangling lamp on the ceiling. "He is like light." He stretched out his hand to hold the light bulb through the air, watching the faint light leak out from between his fingers. "...Even if he is chained, even if he is imprisoned in layers of shackles, he will not stop doing what he decides to do."

"So he will definitely... Don?" The lock on the window in the interrogation room was broken. Tang twisted it a few times and failed to unscrew it. With a click, he immediately removed the lock with his hands, followed by a metal soda can filled with water on the window sill. There was a shock, and a small white flower with yellowed corners floating on the water surface circled along the water.

"I'm worried that you will eat me tonight." Tang still had a flat tone, without any sense of vandalism. His fingertips slid across the table, and when he closed his hands, he had already walked around the table and stood on Neil's side. In front of him, Neil was much taller than him, even if he was standing, he was not much taller than him.

Neil raised his head slightly to look at Tang Wei's blue eyes, which were as beautiful as the sky he had dreamed of.

Tang Gou smiled slightly, and naturally raised his legs and sat in Neil's arms. The soft chair creaked under the weight of the two people.

Tang's body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people. Neil reached out and touched Tang's soft black hair. When his fingers touched his cold forehead, he suddenly laughed. "Don, are you upset? But I still like Tang the most, because here, I am only Tang alone."

Tang leaned in his arms with a calm expression, listened to his methodical heartbeat, and closed his eyes. "...shut up, I want to sleep."

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After flipping through the Bible a few times, Michael threw it on the ground, leaned his back against the locker, and pressed his eyebrows irritably.

How could there be nothing.

He glanced at the wall clock on the wall, the hour hand pointed to nine, and the minute hand pointed to eight.

At [-]:[-]...Michael picked up the book again and rummaged through it carefully. There was nothing on the inside of the book except for the polished and smooth pages.

The late roll call and light-off in the Garden of Eden is exactly at ten o'clock. Michael calculated that it would take about 15 minutes to walk back to the cell from here. If he doesn't go back within 5 minutes, he will miss the regular rounds of the prison guard at night. .

Michael took a deep breath, stuffed the Bibles back into the bag and closed the zipper, stuffed them back in the locker, and closed the door.

He put on his police cap, stood in front of the door and was about to leave, but stopped again.

He found that he seemed to have missed one of the most obvious places.

Michael re-locked the door, turned around and quickly took out the mountaineering bag from the locker. Because the room was too dark, he didn't feel much at first, but now when he reached out to touch the paper side, he found that it was actually not It is very smooth, not like it has been suppressed by a machine, but like it has been post-processed by myself.

He flipped through the cover left and right, took out the utility knife in his pocket, and decisively cut a hole in the binding of the thick cover of the Bible. He didn't dare to use too much force and could only peel off the rest slowly. .

Sure enough, a small black chip was exposed on Jesus' chest where the iron nails were impaled.

Michael picked it up and observed it carefully, and found that it was not complete. It seemed that it had been split into two parts in some way, but it was too late. He quickly packed the things, put them back in the cabinet, and turned to Prison run.

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Asa Hunt and Theodore Bagwell's double room has a prominent white quilt over the door.

In fact, there is no picture that everyone imagined. One of the parties, T-bag, just lay alone on the lower bunk, flipping through the magazine he snatched from Berg boredly. On the coloring pages of the magazine, there is a beautiful woman in a thin suspender bikini They posed in various charming poses. When T-bag flipped through it for the third time, he found that his favorite was the beauty with honey-colored skin in white suspenders on the cover. She was leaning on a beach bench, facing the camera with one hand on her chin, slightly bent The waist and plump chest are outlined in a bikini with a sexy little gully.

T-bag let out a long sigh, and covered the magazine and the beauties on his face. As a murderer living in another world, he could only imagine himself buried in the softness of her chest.

He moved his back, put the back of his neck on the railing beside the bed, picked up a corner of the white cloth, and found that his waist would not be boring soon - two prison guards were already patrolling the left and right sides of the railing, It's almost roll call time.

Soon the whistle blew, and the prison guard, holding a notebook under his arm, knocked on the iron doors of each room to check.

And Michael hasn't come back yet.

The room for the two was on the far right, and the prison guards hadn't found this room so quickly. T-bag threw the magazines on the upper bunk, stuffed all the pillows on the two beds into the quilt on the lower bunk, and pulled them out. An arch to pretend there is someone under the quilt.

Dean's voice soon sounded outside the door, and he pushed the curtain aside with his baton. "T-bag!"

T-bag propped his arms against the wall, smiling leisurely. "I'm here, sir."

Dean hummed for a moment, ticked off T-bag's name on the book with a ballpoint pen, then raised his head, "Where's Asa Hunter?"

T-bag turned his body sideways, just blocking Dean's view of the room, and said in an ambiguous tone: "Hey, he's a little... uncomfortable, go to sleep first."

Dean looked at the curtain hanging on the iron door, curled his lips and smiled, as if he understood what T-bag meant. "Okay, but you still have to let him show his face."

"Oh, sir, don't be so rigid, it's going to age fast, you know, I've worn him out."

Dean shook the notebook in his hand at him. "Although I also find it very boring, but this is work, you go and wake him up."

T-bag smiled, but did not move away.

"You want me to open the door and have a look?" Dean made a gesture to open the door. The switches of each room are not far from the door, but they are absolutely out of reach from the inside.

T-bag waved his hand exaggeratedly: "No, no, how can I bother you to do it yourself, T-bag is always willing to serve the officer."

He licked his lips and walked to the bed, shook the pillow, softly called Asa's name twice, and then smiled wryly at Dean: "Look, he really slept like a dead man."

Dean also smiled as he stood in front of the door, saying that he could wait for a while. He was almost the most tempered of all the prison guards in the Garden of Eden, and he was very patient. Normally, T-bag would be so touched that he wanted to give He gives an award.

But now T-bag's forehead was slightly dripping with cold sweat, and while he was screaming, he leaned his arms on the desk next to the bed, where there was a small desk lamp fixed to the leg of the table with an unsealed iron cover , is the only lighting tool other than the electric light in the room. According to the engineer's request, the other end of the plug hidden behind the table is soaked in a disposable paper cup.

T-bag pretended to call him, reached into the back of the desk, hooked the plug with his little finger, and tried to put it into the socket, but couldn't find the place.

"Asa Hunter?" Dean stood outside the door with a doubtful expression. He knocked on the iron door with his baton. "Did you sleep? Come out now!"

The raised figure on the bed didn't respond at all, and a certain nerve in Dean's brain tensed up quickly. He didn't say much, and raised his hand to open the door of the room.

--Suddenly the whole floor was plunged into darkness, and after a few seconds of stunned, the prisoners shouted happily and almost knocked over the ceiling.

Dean retracted his hand because of this sudden situation, and T-bag moved his hand away from the socket that caused the short circuit, slightly relieved.

"What happened?" the prison guard on the opposite side shouted at Dean, without even turning on the walkie-talkie in a hurry.

"I have no idea!"

"Hurry up and start the backup power supply!"

This couldn't stop the excitement of the prisoners. They screamed wildly and threw everything that could be smashed out of the room. Some people had already started shaking the iron door.

The backup power supply is the closest here. Dean was running fast in the corridor, and he had to be careful not to get hit on the head by something. He didn't notice it at all inadvertently. There was a person standing quietly at the entrance, and when he ran out, he immediately replaced His position ran in the opposite direction.

"Shut up, bastards!" shouted the remaining guard.

"Sir, are you afraid of the dark?" A prisoner said eccentrically, causing a burst of laughter.

"If you're afraid of the dark, open the door? We can go out and protect you!" Another prisoner then shouted.

"SHIT! Shut up all those who don't want to go to confinement!"

"Wow, boss, I'm super scared! Do you want to guess who is talking now? Hahahaha!" Another prisoner shouted, the darkness made everyone unscrupulous, and the entire Garden of Eden was full of strange laughter and Unbearable foul language.

The man who was speeding through the corridor stood in front of a certain double room, took advantage of the commotion to open the prison door, and squeezed into the room.

Almost at the same time as the iron door was closed again, the backup power supply was activated, the dazzling incandescent lights were turned on again, and the shouting of the prisoners stopped abruptly as if some kind of switch had been pressed, leaving only the Roll paper trash, everything returned to normal in an instant.

A few minutes later, Dean ran back panting, and was relieved to see that the light source here had been restored, but he obviously did not forget what happened before, and he went to the T-bag's house again and knocked on the iron. Door: "Asa Hunter! Get up!"

Without the intentional cover of the T-bag, Dean quickly saw the situation in the room clearly. Michael was curled up under the quilt, only half of his face was exposed, looking at him blankly as if he had just been woken up. There is a little water in the green eyes, and the pale face is slightly flushed, looking weak and slightly lustful.

Dean looked at him, breathless for no reason, lowered his head in embarrassment and ticked Michael's name, and hurriedly turned to the front room. After the commotion just now, they needed to re-roll.