heaven bird

【24】Plan A

Wearing black-rimmed glasses, Michael sat at the table studying the design drawings of the prison, occasionally frowning and thinking about something, and the pencil twirled flexibly between his slender fingers.

T-bag turned over on the bed bored, the design drawing full of messy lines was as incommunicable to him as an alien creature on another wavelength, but fortunately, the beautiful engineer sat quietly on the chair It was enough to be pleasing to the eye, T-bag propped his head on his elbows, and while tilting his head, he could think wildly, oh, it would be even better if his beauty could cooperate and take off his glasses.

"Mr. Director, are you going to take your entire shelter out?" From Kevin to Neil, more and more people participated in the escape plan. T-bag believes that as a veteran participant, he has the right Complaints, though if Michael really had a shelter, he'd be the number one problem child in it.

"Huh?" Michael still turned his back to him, and answered casually. In fact, T-bag believed that he didn't hear what he was saying at all.

"Hey, Pretty, you should listen to T-bag, from Kevin Mir to..." T-bag didn't continue, because his beautiful engineer suddenly put down his pen and turned to look at him, this is He was flattered the first time he started looking at that damn picture.

"...What was your last sentence?"

"You should listen to T-bag's opinion..."

"How did you know that Kevin's last name is Mir?" Michael interrupted him.

"Don showed me his file, of course I know, hey baby, you never know, T-bag has worked so hard for you..." It's a pity that he didn't finish his words again, Michael turned his eyes back On the table, he tapped the surface with the tip of a pen, not knowing what he was thinking.

T-bag rolled down from the bed in dissatisfaction, approached Michael's back with crooked steps, put his shoulders on his shoulders from behind, and lightly clasped Michael's chin with his fake hand, forcing him to raise his head towards himself behind him, Michael Unexpectedly without any struggle, supple and scary, it seems that his attention is not here at all. T-bag laughed and reached out to take off Michael's glasses. He didn't like looking at those gray-green beautiful eyes through a layer of glass.

When T-bag wanted to kiss his eyes, Michael finally raised his hand to stop him. He looked up at T-bag without a trace of slack in his eyes. It is believed that the line of sight is framed within a certain range, which is conducive to concentration. T-bag still rested on Michael's shoulder with one hand, and clasped his chin with the other. The distance between the two was very close, their inverted eyes almost overlapped, and they seemed to be able to hear the sound of each other's blood flowing quietly.

Michael suddenly said something.

"What?" T-bag looked at him with his head down, completely attracted by his slightly parted lips.

Michael seemed to smile, but he didn't seem to, he pushed the T-bag away with one hand. "...I mean, if you're free, call Abel and the others here now."

"...Pretty, don't you think it's time to say 'kiss me' instead of asking me if I'm free?" T-bag stared at him incredulously, and fell back on the bed heartbroken. "Has anyone ever said that you really know how to spoil the atmosphere?"

"As an ordinary man, I think the most basic requirement for an object that can cultivate an atmosphere should be no stubble (referring to a lady)."

T-bag buried his head in the pillow and waved his hands to show that he heard it. He was in a good mood. Although the result was a bit disappointing, at least his beauty stopped refusing him to approach from behind. This is a good sign. For Michael, he has always been very happy. Be patient.

Michael felt that T-bag seemed to be in a surprisingly happy mood. He glanced at the person who was about to hum happily, turned his head inexplicably, picked up the black-rimmed glasses thrown by T-bag under the table, put them back on, and looked at The pair of ice green eyes had become very calm at the time of the drawing, he thought, something was beginning to be strung together.

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"Hi." You Abel was the first one to push the door in. He was the most punctual one. His slightly curly chestnut hair and gold-rimmed glasses made him look gentle and harmless, almost like a university professor who was about to give a speech. , His appearance seemed to suddenly raise the tone of the whole room, as if they were a group of criminals not discussing how to escape from prison but thinking about the future of the United States.

Soon other people came one after another, and the members of the escape team gathered in Michael's single room. Michael just spread out the blueprints on the bed, and continued to draw with a pencil without raising his eyelids.

Others looked at ease. Abel leaned gracefully against the wall closest to the door, flipping through the pornographic magazines that T-bag had thrown on the upper bunk, with a calm expression as if he was reading a textbook. T-bag accounted for He took the only chair in the room, propped his elbows on the back of the chair, and dragged the chair around boringly, making creaking noises. Kevin seemed to be afraid of him, and sat far away from him. Fang lowered his head, and looked up at Michael secretly from time to time.Neil looked very out of the situation, his head resting on the window rail, drowsy.

Kevin suddenly let out a small sigh, T-bag glanced at him, his shoulders flinched, and he stretched out his finger to point out the door. Everyone followed his line of sight, and there was a blurry photocopy of a person hanging on the wall. On the white sheet over the door, Abel frowned a little, T-bag licked his lips, and gently pushed the chair away.

The moment the white sheet was pulled away, T-bag's knife was also on the opponent's neck, but it was Berg's laughing face that came in.

"It's so lively here, is there a party?" He was holding a lot of snacks in his hands, and when he reached out to push away the knife on his neck, two bags fell out. He cheekily walked away from T-bag squeezed into the room. "Don't point this thing at me, T-bag, I'm going to get nervous."

"Hi, Asa."

Michael finally raised his head and put the pencil aside casually: "Hi."

T-bag sat back on the chair again, looked at Berg and complained: "Why didn't you respond at all when I was talking to you just now, genius?"

"If you can also provide us with a car after we escape, I will definitely take care of you." Michael replied casually, looking around the other five people in the room, all the members who participated in the escape plan were already here.

Michael turned the design drawing in one direction, facing several other people, and there were scattered small circles drawn with pencils on the drawing. He didn't explain too much, but just said: "From the drawing, this place leads to the outside world except the gate. , is the exhaust pipes, but although the general pattern of Eden does not conflict with the drawing, there are many differences in the details. For example, the drawing shows that there are three exhaust pipes in the room on the top floor of the building. God I only found two."

"Then why not start with the remaining two?" Kevin asked.

"Oh, what a clever little kitty, unfortunately the remaining two are on the ceiling in the center of the hall, but you can try blindfolding everyone and perform a trapeze in public again." T-bag grinned at him Then, the tone was full of targeting.Kevin lowered his head and bit his lip aggrievedly, without refuting.

"Is there another one that is blocked?" Berg was unpacking a bag of brightly packaged snacks, and the package exploded with too much force, and the yellow puffed food scattered all over the floor.

"No, the cell in the Garden of Eden is divided into four floors. Judging from the number of each floor on the drawing, it should have ended in this room." Michael knocked on the wall. "But after the expansion ten years ago, there were two more rooms next door to this room, so one of them should be blocked by the cell itself."

"Which room is the other one in?"

"Well, it's been ten years since the Garden of Eden was remodeled. Someone else must have thought of escaping through the exhaust duct, but as far as I know, there hasn't been a single successful escape through the ventilation duct in the past ten years, and no one has even discovered it. The existence of the third pipeline. I was locked in that room but did not escape..." Michael paused. "I guess maybe there's only one reason, because the people who live there don't know how to open the exhaust windows on the passage."

Neil's head hit the window frame, he woke up, rubbed his head expressionlessly, and then closed his eyes, as if Michael's long speech had nothing to do with him.

Michael looked at the white-haired young man with an absent-minded face in front of him. When he lived in the same room as Neil, he thought it was because he was dazzled. The wooden board and the wall next to it were painted the same color, and anyone could spot it—except Neil, who had a different spirit from ordinary people. "I lived in a cell openly and aboveboard for ten years without a roommate, and no one dared to approach it."

"In the Garden of Eden, there has always been only one person with such privileges." Michael said slowly. From the very beginning, Don Green selfishly gave Neil all his hopes of getting out.

Michael didn't say his name, but obviously everyone else in the room understood. "The exhaust pipe goes all the way to the top roof." Michael pointed to the corresponding position on the drawing, "There is a bundle of cables in the Garden of Eden about ten meters away from the roof, and we can climb along there to the outside of the high wall of the prison. .”

"Are you kidding? The cable is powered 24 hours a day, and thousands of volts of electricity can directly send us to meet God."

"That's an illusion. In fact, there are no 24 hours." Michael shook his head. "Only one of the bundles of cables was powered from the time the lights went out at ten o'clock sharp until five o'clock the next day."

"Are you sure?" Berg looked at him suspiciously.

Michael looked at him with a half-smile: "Of course you don't have to believe it. If you are afraid, you can sleep in the room and wait for the news that we escaped the next day."

Berg snorted softly, he had already finished a whole package of snacks, and was busy tearing the packaging bag on his hand into strips, then shook the small strips in the air with both hands in boredom, and held them up to his eyes--

He suddenly felt the hairs all over his body stand on end.