【Pillar spot】Kill Me Heal Me

10.

Follow the deadly smell of the sea all the way, the crowd is behind, the church is in front of you, as an atheist, Hashirama has never had any special feeling for God, but tonight is unusual, from what he heard The sound of chaotic running in the fog began.

There are flowers in the fog, and large bouquets of bewitching and bright red mallows are blooming all around. Hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes. The first eight victims knelt on both sides of the road with their eyes open and prayed before dying. But the dense fog that reduced visibility to a minimum made everyone feel isolated.

"Help..." He vaguely heard a voice crying weakly.

He quickened his pace, but soon collided head-on with a man, because the eyesight of both sides was weakened, this collision almost made the two of them lose their temper.

Hashirama hugged the long-haired man who fell backwards, and the next second, the panic-stricken man wrapped his hands tightly around his back, "Someone... Mr. Senshou...someone Chasing me...help me..."

"Madara?" Recognizing the man who had exchanged cell phone numbers in the police station lobby during the day, Hashirama took his arm and dragged him behind him, and opened the safety of the pistol. He carefully groped while protecting Madara who was trembling with nervousness Go forward, "Who is chasing you? Have you seen what he looks like?"

"That man was wearing a mask and I couldn't see his face—"

Before he finished speaking, a bullet flew towards Zhu Jian's cheekbone, and the fellow police officer who was following him fell to the ground.

The frightened Madara hugged his arm instinctively, "It's him...he's here..."

After the cold was burning, and after the burning there was a tingling pain. Hashirama couldn't spare any extra energy to wipe off the sticky liquid flowing down his cheeks, because the unexpected gunshot caused the actions of his colleagues to become chaotic in an instant. Seriously affected him to rely on hearing to judge the distance of the opponent.

"Block the street, this block is under martial law, don't let anyone go out from here." After giving the order to the walkie-talkie, Hashirama turned to Madara and said, "Go back, and you will see ours soon People are at the church door, join them, they will protect you."

"No," Madara stared worriedly at his bleeding cheek, "I want to follow you, I can't see anything, I don't know what's behind the fog, the only person who can make me feel at ease now is you."

"It will be more dangerous if you follow me, isn't that person just ahead?"

"I won't trouble you."

"But--"

Hashirama's eyes suddenly widened, and the tip of Madara's tongue was like a cool little snake gliding back and forth on his wound, the plundered blood was licked into the opponent's mouth, the wet and greasy after sucking it, the distance was too close, he even He smelled his own blood in Madara's mouth.

He tried his best to restrain himself and tightened his body, for a moment he even forgot that he was still in a dangerous situation where the enemy was in the dark. Half of his body was paralyzed by Madara's breath, and the arm that was pressed against the opponent's chest was scorchingly hot.

"I'm sorry... I really can't bear to see you bleeding..." But this kind of charm didn't last long, Madara returned to her usual softness after a brief gaffe.

"...It doesn't matter." Hashirama collected himself, grabbed his wrist and moved vigilantly in the direction of the bullet.

Before that, only Kakashi and Itachi had glimpsed Quanna's back inadvertently. For a stranger who had never seen him before and was wearing a black metal mask, Quanna standing with his hands behind his back in the mist could be regarded as full-bodied. armed.

And because of the stand-up collar windbreaker and leather gloves, Hashirama couldn't even see an inch of his skin.

Madara withdrew his hand from the clamp between the pillars in good time, and slowly backed away step by step.

"I won't trouble you." He murmured softly.

Against the background of the fog and lights, Quanna's tall and straight figure seemed too strange. The smile on the mask ironically provoked the captain of the criminal police who was on strict guard. The umbrella moved to the front of the body.

What the Red Church serial killer needs is a living trial. The murderer cannot die under the guns of the police, even if he needs to pay the price of his life. This is the death order issued by the superior.

Almost at the same time, the two moved, and Quan Nai suddenly pulled out the dagger hidden in the umbrella rib and collided with the swing stick, causing dazzling sparks.

"It's impossible to escape here," Hashirama stared at the two slits on the mask's eyes and said coldly: "My subordinates have always moved very quickly."

But the only response to him was a smirk that remained unchanged on the mask.

11.

"Brother Shui, did you contact the captain?" Naruto called Zhishui at the west exit of the Red Church. "My side has been sealed off, and four vehicles have been impounded. The people in the vehicles are not abnormal for the time being."

"No, I don't have any news from here. According to Itachi, someone was shot. Be careful if the other party has a gun."

"I will pay attention, but this area has been completely blocked by us, even if the murderer wants to go, the only way to go is the roof."

"Who knows, maybe you should really pay attention to the top of your head. It's too coincidental that he's under the monster fog. He shouldn't be a meteorologist."

"What time are you still joking, Brother Shui, you have to be careful, this murderer is insane."

The fog dissipated very slowly, and the temperature was still low. Naruto put down the walkie-talkie and wiped the water droplets on the gun. Even if the visibility improved, it was less than ten meters. The fog confused the sense of direction, and some policemen began to be confused. North, south, east and west.

The sound of fighting came from this time. It was less than 50 meters away from the front left, and it was significantly different from other noises. Those fierce metal friction sounds were very different.

However, just as he and his companions focused on the sound of fighting that was getting closer and approached tactically, a man also wearing a mask and a narrow-brimmed hat quietly touched his back.

Naruto only felt that his calf was suddenly hooked, and then flipped over. He could barely make a sound, and the smell of rubber gloves covered his mouth and nose.

Immediately, the needle was roughly inserted into his arm, and the fluid was pushed in at a speed that a normal doctor would never allow.

Because he fell to the ground unprepared, a fishy smell gushed out of his throat when his back hit the hard asphalt ground. Although he tilted his head and didn't hit the vitals in time, it couldn't stop the dizziness and the diffuse vision of Venus.

The effect of the medicine took effect very quickly, and before he fell into a faint, he only saw the assailant knocking down his other colleagues neatly, and drops of blood dripping from the needle of the syringe.

Hashirama noticed that the man in front of him didn't seem to feel pain. When he hugged his waist and threw him headfirst on the ground, the man was able to get up quickly and continue to attack him within a second. His top hat rolled aside, stained The dusty long braid made him look even more frantic.

The angle of the short sword stabbing was very tricky every time, which made Zhu Jian tired of coping for a long time, because he could not knock down the opponent quickly because he could not kill the murderer, but the opponent was a man with superb fighting skills man, it makes the fight protracted and wears out patience.

Madara, who huddled aside and watched the whole battle, soon heard the footsteps of reinforcements coming.

He picked up the pistol that Hashirama dropped by his feet, and fired three shots in the direction of the two of them. The unsilenced gunshots pierced the night sky and exploded beside his ears. This opportunity kicked him in the lower abdomen to open the distance between them, and quickly fled into the white mist.

Hashirama chased forward for a few meters, but he couldn't see the other party as far as he could see, and he was worried about Madara's safety alone, so he had no choice but to give up.

"Who told you to shoot?!" Hashirama hurried to Madara and snatched the gun from him, unable to hide his anger, "What if you hurt yourself?!"

Madara, who originally thought it would be a reprimand, couldn't help being stunned when she heard the last sentence, "I...I just want to help you..."

"...This is not something you should use..." Hashirama felt the pain after he stopped, he was cut on the shoulder, and the other party seemed to be happy to create a non-fatal but horrifying wound on his body, the police officer The uniform was dyed red, but his swinging stick couldn't bring intuitive damage to the opponent.

But he knew that he hit hard, especially the one on the opponent's back.

"Oh my God!" Obito looked at him in shock, and immediately turned his gaze to Madara, who stood aside like a child who had done something wrong, "Why are you again?! Who are you?" ah?!"

Madara was startled by his yelling, and hurriedly hid behind Hashirama.

Regardless of the painful wounds that made him shiver, he said to Obito dissatisfied: "Don't do this, he saved me. If it wasn't for him, the murderer might stab me in the heart again."

"Murderer? Did the murderer do this?" Obito stared at his dark red uniform in disbelief, "Hurry up to the car and let the doctor bandage you, why didn't you call us earlier?"

"You have to know that the murderer won't give you a chance to call someone, I don't want to risk my life completely." When Hashirama left, he didn't forget to pull Madara away, he embraced the man who had obviously lost his soul, Blood bonded them together, but Madara returned his embrace without any qualms.

This made his heart surge with warmth enough to resist the pain.

Enduring the unbearable back pain, Quan Nai ran to the west entrance of the road, and saw two police cars and an unconscious policeman lying behind the blockade. He didn't count them, but they all looked miserable.

He only recognized the blond police officer lying at the feet of the man in black. This man appeared in the video of the hospital riot yesterday, and he was easily recognizable.

"You really have the heart." Quanna sneered and stepped over Naruto's body to put back her top hat again.

"As his doctor in charge, I never think that you should condone his crazy actions. He has lost his mind. If you continue like this, you will become like him sooner or later." The man in black took off his mask, revealing the one belonging to Sasuke Uchiha didn't dare to look at Naruto's face from the beginning to the end.

Everything is fine, guilt, reluctance, those things don't matter, he just can't face him for the time being, his lover, who knows nothing about his past, belongs to the bright lover.

If he could, he wished he'd never come into contact with his dark side.

"I just want him to live. It doesn't matter how many people die for this purpose." Quan Nai coldly put the umbrella under his arm and put his hands in his pockets, walking on the street where the fog began to gradually dissipate, without a trace of fighting past traces.

"Dealing with the devil will never end well," Sasuke finally couldn't hold back, and turned his head to look at Naruto solemnly. "He has become like a vampire. I'm afraid that the things I worry about will really happen."

"So what, nothing is more important than him living happily."

"But this city will turn into hell."

"I don't care, it's nothing to worry about."

"...I was actually delusional that he would get better after living with you. That's not his nature at all. It's the devil's price for him to live. Bloodlust and murder can obviously be reversed through treatment! "

"Then why did you come to help me out of trouble?" Quan Nai suddenly turned to Sasuke, "Even at the cost of stunning your baby."

Sasuke's face suddenly turned dark and frightening.

Quan Nai raised the corner of her mouth, and gently put her hand on his shoulder, "We are all accomplices."

12.

As the same victims, Madara and Kakashi were taken to the police station for a record.

Even though the sound insulation effect of dividing into two rooms is perfect, the few people who watched the two answering at the same time in the monitoring room felt that the matter was shrouded in an indescribable strangeness.

Naruto's head was still groggy, he sat slumped on a chair and had to hold something by his hand, at this time Shisui's hand became a good choice.

"You're too careless, what if you are injected with poison?" Zhishui said while helping him wipe his sweat. A psychiatric sedative drug was detected in the blood, but the concentration was too high and the hospital would dilute it before using it.

"At that time, our attention was completely attracted by the situation on the captain's side. The movement was so loud that you would never have imagined it if you hadn't heard it." Naruto kept rubbing the arm that had been pricked by the needle. It was sore and hard when he squeezed in. At that time, the other party used too much force. In order to ensure that the police uniform penetrated into the flesh, he once thought that the needle tip had pierced the bone.

"It's a good thing it wasn't broken inside, otherwise you'd be in trouble." Zhishui looked at the video of the two victims on the monitor and clicked his tongue, "I didn't expect the murderer's accomplice to appear, it seems that the situation is far worse than we imagined .”

Because Madara and Kakashi's description of the murderer is basically the same, the police tentatively concluded that the two met as the same person. After the transcript was over, the two met in the corridor.

"Were you scared at the time?" Madara hugged her sides with both hands, feeling alienated that she couldn't get close.

"A little bit." Kakashi's mood has calmed down a lot, and the sudden relaxation after the high tension brought only endless sleepiness, and the bad cold has not yet recovered, and he felt that the burning of his forehead was even more serious.

"As expected of the police, they are much braver than civilians like us," Madara said softly, "I was quite frightened. It seems that I am going to have another nightmare tonight."

"Do you often have nightmares?"

Madara smiled slightly, "Yes, I am timid."

"Why do you dare to show up at the death scene in the middle of the night if you are so timid?"

The two turned their heads when they heard the sound, and saw Obito leading Hashirama striding here, because the coat could only be draped over the shoulders because the medicine had just been applied, and the bandage on Hashirama's chest was bleeding a little bit.

"After I reported the crime in the morning, the police posted a reward list. In the evening, someone called and told me that they had seen my cat near the church. That's why I had the courage to come and have a look."

"Then have you found it?"

"No, I was targeted by the murderer as soon as I arrived."

"Heh." Obito sneered.

"Obito, don't be so aggressive, Madara is also a victim, he has been frightened enough tonight."

Obito dismissed Hashirama's words, "I'm just making a routine inquiry, there are so many coincidences, and another accomplice appeared, no wonder I'm suspicious, Kakashi, let's go."

"Of course I'm not blaming you, hey." Hashirama watched helplessly as Obito took Kakashi's hand and strode away with emotion, turning his head to comfort Madara, "At special moments, Kakashi is the one he loves , What happened tonight will inevitably make him anxious, don't take it too seriously."

"No," Madara was very reasonable, "Can I go home, please?"

"I'll see you off, I'm a little worried," Hashirama frowned worriedly, "I always feel that the murderer hasn't gone far."

"If it's possible, I have a kind request," Toki Madara said in a low voice as he walked out of the hall, "Can I stay at your place tonight?"

Just then, a black car passed by the two of them, with the windows rolled down, Obito shouted to Hashirama from inside the car: "You are seriously injured, go back early tonight, the forecast will rain tomorrow."

Hashirama nodded, "Okay," he put his hand on Madara's back, "Come with me."

Madara glanced at Obito's license plate, rubbed his hands as if he was afraid of the cold, saw Johama put his coat over his shoulders, and stopped him from thanking him.

"I am very sorry that the police did not protect civilians. Don't refuse my kindness. Wait for me here, and I will drive."

"Thank you." Madara smiled softly.

Twenty minutes later, Qianshou Feijian stared at the stranger brought back by his elder brother and asked inexplicably, "Who is he?"

"Hello," Madara took the initiative to hold his hand, "You must have heard about the sudden incident in the Red Church tonight. I am one of the victims of the incident. For fear of retaliation by the murderer, the police officer Senshou deliberately Allow me to stay at his house temporarily."

"Your body...is covered with blood..."

"Yes, so please borrow the bathroom—" Madara covered his mouth and retched, and Hashirama hurriedly hugged his back.

"Don't ask any more questions," Hashirama pushed open the door and led Madara into the room, "He is now a witness that needs to be protected within my duty."

TBC