【Pillar spot】Kill Me Heal Me

01.

Under absolutely real conditions, it is impossible for any living being to remain sane forever.

Even the skylark and weaver girl, some people think they can dream.

Churches, a place full of contradictions, are found in every corner of the city.

They stood for a hundred years before the man came, and may continue to exist until the darkness is shut inside again.

02.

An old red steeple church with its back under the full moon, several children squatting and playing on the other side of the Notre Dame Fountain, a priest in a black burqa clasped the huge cross necklace on his chest with both hands, and looked lovingly at the door Looking in the direction of the children, the prayers and carols could be heard from the stained glass windows. The door of the church was open, and a red carpet disappeared into the space. Only the last two rows of benches could be seen inside the door. The chairs were full of well-dressed men and women, surrounded by bright lights.

In contrast, on the right side of the vestibule, none of the children separated by the fountain turned around to look at the big locust tree next to them. The scarecrow with a crow on its shoulder but whose face could not be seen was placed abruptly in the Under the locust tree, a needle was stuck in the neck.

Scattered under the wooden sticks that bound the scarecrow were bloody organs, eyeballs, livers, ears, some entangled intestines, and even a severed throat.

"Do you know what all the elements in this painting are?"

Under the white coat is a three-piece suit that can go out to socialize at any time. The young and handsome doctor always sits on the leather swivel chair with a cooler temperament than his job. The same name is written in three languages ​​on the name plate: Uchiha Sasuke.

The pale and thin index finger slid back and forth subconsciously across the screen. When the fingertip landed on the head of the scarecrow, it paused briefly, but soon moved to the cross on the priest's chest. Suddenly, the nails stood up from left to right Draw an imprint on the picture, but immediately make up for it, smooth out the sunken cracks that divide the whole picture in two with the pulp of your fingers.

The patient wore a ring on his right index finger, a ring of slender tentacles full of suction cups, completely different from ordinary people wearing jewelry for beauty or swearing oaths. This ring is ugly and disgusting. Even metal can't forget the smooth touch.

Sasuke set up the case board and leaned against the edge of the table. It recorded all the basic information of the patient and dense treatment records in detail. It can be seen from different handwriting and language that these diagnoses came from at least five doctors.

He pursed his lips, paused for a moment, and then said, "This painting is your dream record for this month, and every element on it is something you will see every night, including last night, I believe."

"Would you like to share something else with me?" Sasuke circled the [Nightmare Attracting Physique] marked by one of the doctors with a red pen, then raised his eyes, and calmly looked at the man who had been quiet since entering the door. "For example, what time did you eat dinner yesterday, where did you go after the meal, who were you with, and what did you do?"

"I know that your state is different during the day and at night. The best way for us to get along is to have no secrets."

"Otherwise I won't be able to find out the source of your illness."

The patient seemed to be silent to the end. What does this suffocating atmosphere mean in a mental hospital? Every consulting room will be equipped with an escape back door to explain everything. Fortunately, the patient did not act aggressively, and Sasuke did not intend to let the two continue to stand still .

"I told you when you came last time that you should move to live with Quan Nai. Living alone will make you feel dangerous at any time. You need someone to accompany you at all times, otherwise even the noise in the water pipe will make you feel dangerous. You create anxiety and fear."

"Or, if you have no objection, you can come to live with me."

03.

Naruto Uzumaki was walking in the corridor of the psychiatric department. 10 minutes ago, the radio station broadcast a news about a riot in the Red Church District Psychiatric Hospital. Although the death toll has not been reported yet, the number of seriously injured patients is jumping up every second. , According to the reporter's on-site interview, the cause was the overstimulation caused by the care worker accidentally showing a bloody thriller crime movie in the entertainment area.

Three advance police cars have already blocked the gate of the hospital, and the follow-up rescue is on the way. The male inpatient department in area C has been stopped by the cordon, and Naruto, as the leading captain, hastily rushed to A in front of him after deploying the police force. District clinic building.

Familiar people take the elevator to the fourth floor, which seems to be two worlds apart from the already chaotic Area C. Most of the doctors and patients are deaf to the sirens outside, and only a few patients are hospitalized wearing blue and white stripes. He leaned against the window and looked out.

No one is surprised by his police uniform, but this is not only because the mental hospital has always had an indescribable relationship with the police station, but also because of the well-known close relationship between Uzumaki Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke.

A few nurses passing by even laughed and joked with him, as if they didn't care about the violence just one area away.

"Patients with violent tendencies should be isolated from others. It is not uncommon for such things to mix together like this."

"But don't you think it's a bit strange? The films in the screening area of ​​our hospital are strictly censored. Not to mention horror, even ordinary action films are impossible to be introduced."

"It's true what you said. Don't we only show literary and romantic films?"

"Sorry to interrupt," Naruto walked behind the two female doctors, "Are you sure about what you just said?"

"Of course, some patients don't have the ability to distinguish at all. How can we show them malignant films."

"Who has the care worker rotation schedule?"

"You can go to the administration building and ask."

At this moment, a man came out of Sasuke's office. He was wearing a slim black short jacket and trousers, with his hands in his pockets. His long hair reached his waist, and his bangs covered almost half of his face.

From the moment he appeared, Naruto's eyes were involuntarily locked on him. Maybe it was because he stood out from the crowd too much to attract attention, or maybe it was because he had a bloodshot eye on his cheek without a trace of blood. He looked very beautiful. Haggard, but when they passed by, the man who had been staring ahead suddenly shifted his gaze to the left.

The moment Naruto's eyes met, cold sweat broke out on Naruto's back.

Even if he is used to seeing criminals who are very vicious, he has never seen such a look in his eyes. Naruto watched the long-haired man walk into the elevator all the way, and found that the other person was the same as himself. They looked at each other, but the man didn't have any expression, and his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water without any ups and downs.

In the consulting room next to her, a patient was talking about her troubles:

"Ever since my husband died in a car accident on a rainy night, I've been hearing car horns at night and I can't fall asleep at all, and I've been woken up several times by water droplets on the ceiling."

"When I woke up I found that my husband was looking at me from the ceiling. I was terrified and pushed my daughter to wake up, but my daughter couldn't see anything."

"Are there any other symptoms? ... Madame? Madame? Be sober!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah------!!!"

Naruto was taken aback by the scream, and the two female doctors left here at some point.

Mental patients...he silently chewed on this word in his heart. It really is a special group that can be cutely placed in family comedy movies, and can also be scary in major horror movies.

He pushed open the office door.

Sasuke was putting a stack of papers into a drawer.

"Why are you here?" Sasuke was taken aback when he saw him, and then he smiled and shook his head, "I thought you were only in charge of murders, just daily riots, so you wouldn't be in your four groups."

Naruto sat down on the desk carelessly, picked up the metronome and started playing, "It may not be an accident, the so-called nurse's mistake may be a cover, I'm going to investigate."

"Don't sit on my desk." Sasuke looked at the man's rude behavior speechlessly and tapped him on the back with a pen, "Come down for me."

"What's the matter, I don't want to sit across from you, I look like your patient."

"You really should ask me to fix your brain, and I can give you a discount." Sasuke got up and pushed him down mercilessly, "Since you want to investigate the case, hurry up and don't come here to make trouble."

"You actually regarded my true feelings as trouble?" Naruto called out wrongly, "You don't know how nervous I was when I heard that many medical staff were injured in an accident here! I wonder what if you happen to be in Area C ? If those male patients who go crazy swarm up, even if you are a practicing family-"

Sasuke let go of the hand that was pinching Naruto's face, he looked at the shallow marks that had been pinched red by himself, he hesitated to speak and finally didn't say anything, he just took off Naruto's police cap and rubbed it lightly After the hair was blonde, it was buttoned back.

"I know."

Naruto became quiet in an instant, and after a while, he lowered his head and let out a snort. He didn't find any reason to mess around. His hands were fixed by Sasuke's intentionally crooked hat, and he walked out with a smile on his face.

Sasuke doesn't understand his brain circuits sometimes, and occasionally, like now, Naruto understands all the meaning behind his silence, it doesn't always feel good to let someone else live in his mind, but thankfully this person is Uzumaki Naruto.

"By the way," Naruto suddenly turned his head and asked when he opened the door, "Is that person who walked out just now your patient?"

"Correct."

"Did you know each other? I mean before he came to see you."

"Do not."

"I think you two are kind of alike."

After Naruto left, Sasuke took out the stack of thick medical records belonging to the same patient from the drawer, and while looking back gradually, the temperature in his black eyes that was infected by Naruto's frolic also cooled down a little bit. .

It doesn't always feel good to let someone else live in your mind, but fortunately this person is Naruto Uzumaki, and when he deliberately hides something, he never deliberately asks.

04.

Raindrops fell sparsely on the concrete floor, and the drizzle made people not even have the desire to open an umbrella, not to mention the police and medical staff rushing in and out of Area C, and those mentally ill patients who were stimulated to the top spared no effort to destroy the work of the rescuers.

He stared at the constantly flashing police lights outside the gate, and walked forward without squinting.

Stretchers and carts were constantly passing by quickly, and he could smell the smell of blood in the humid air, which was a bit pungent, but overall it was still fresh.

The unaffected patients in the courtyard tended to the flowers and plants, and looked towards Area C from time to time. They didn't care whether the rain would be heavy or not, even if there was a lightning bolt in the sky in the distance.

"Want an umbrella?"

A gentle voice asked after he walked out of the iron gate.

He saw a pair of smiling eyes hidden under the police cap. The owner of the eyes put an umbrella on top of his head and reminded him kindly, "Thunderstorm is coming."

"Hashirama!" Another detective rushed over with his mobile phone and announced enthusiastically, "It's done, Kakashi's flight tomorrow morning, I'll pick him up."

"I hope the person you recommend is really capable, not because you can't stand long-distance relationships."

"Damn it, I recommend him only because I was really moved by his skills! You actually questioned my favoritism?"

"Because you blow him up so well that I have to doubt the authenticity. If you investigate someone's true level, you wouldn't ask his fans, would you?"

"Fantou?! I just occasionally give a few compliments!!"

"Okay, I believe it."

"..."

The man had nothing to refute, and after he calmed down, he realized that there was another person standing quietly beside him.

"Who is this, you bitch?"

"Obito, it's very impolite. He's just a passer-by who forgot to bring his umbrella." Hashirama bent over and took the opponent's hand and handed the umbrella to him, "You're welcome."

Obito defined this kind of behavior as being courteous for nothing, and shook his arms unbearably, and walked aside to answer the phone.

"Thank you, Mr. Police."

Hashirama stared at his face for a while, and suddenly asked curiously, "Have we met?"

He smiled and shook his head, "No."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Would you like to see me?"

He saw a hint of confusion flashing in Hashirama's eyes.

But there is no answer to this question now, and Obito turned back again, and changed his exaggerated and solemn voice before: "The eighth corpse appeared in the Red Church."

05.

There were eight torrential rains in May.

Every time it rains, there will be corpses.

This is already the eighth homicide in the city.

The killer shows no signs of stopping.

The Red Church has been completely surrounded by a yellow cordon, except for church clergy and the police are not allowed to enter.

Except for the victim kneeling under the statue of Jesus and praying, everything here is normal.

The murderer put a rope around the neck of the corpse, leading straight to the dome of the church. His hands were also tied to the wrists and ten fingers by two ropes. Because the corpse was already stiff, the posture of kneeling there remained unchanged even after being examined by the forensic doctor. No change.

The light from the glazed window directly in front passes through the statue of Jesus and reaches the corpse. The halo around the corpse makes the scene both ridiculous and sacred.

When Hashirama and Obito arrived, Itachi had already finished analyzing the time of death.

"Last night between [-]:[-] and [-]:[-], the murderer made a mechanism by hanging the corpse on it, because it was too high and no one noticed it. This morning the priest triggered the mechanism. The corpse fell and just hit the person who came to pray. That person It has been sent to the rescue."

"How could such a thing happen..." Hashirama frowned and walked around the corpse, and found that the female corpse was well-dressed and neatly dressed, just like the funeral home would specially change clothes and make-up when burying people.

"The organs in her body are gone." Itachi took off the mask and gloves, and took a sip of the mineral water that Shisui handed over.

"Then her clothes..."

"Oh, I put it back on for her again," Itachi shrugged in the face of other people's strange eyes, "Everyone is dead, at least let her be more decent."

"What about the missing organs?"

"I haven't found it yet."

Everyone fell into silence.

After a long time, Obito said: "Tomorrow, there will be a turning point tomorrow, I believe in Kakashi."

"I don't think we can fully place our hopes on profilers, we need to work harder." Hashirama said.

"Like putting these eight corpses together to find something in common?"

"It is to prevent the emergence of the ninth body."

"For example, let everyone lurk around various churches and wait for a rabbit?"

"Until there is no other better way, I really have this intention."

"But it's stupid."

"Stupid but might actually be able to slow down the killer, given that he looks like an obsessive who wouldn't be comfortable throwing a dead body in a church."

"You are too wishful thinking. No one can guarantee that he will do this again next time. He can completely change his method. If he is really a pervert who kills for fun!"

"He may be a psycho, but I can assure you from all my years of fighting criminals that this type of serial killer can't easily change his modus operandi, it's a humiliation for him!"

Zhishui couldn't help but intervene, "Can you stop arguing, why can't you change your mind, find the commonality of these victims, let us all be bait, and see who the murderer will target?"

This proposal looks very good, Hashirama and Obito looked at each other in blank dismay, but the risk and randomness have also been greatly enhanced, just like the first eight are not only thin women but also strong men, no one knows the strength of the murderer.

Decoys can't be together, whether it's a late-night alley or a criminal neighborhood, they can only act separately.

This is an action that needs to be carefully considered, but Naruto's call interrupted everyone's discussion.

"A nurse at the hospital was found in a locker in the locker room, naked and apparently thrown in by someone."

TBC