【Pillar spot】Kill Me Heal Me

16.

As a psychiatrist with little free time, Sasuke doesn't like to walk around on weekends. The city is not peaceful, and crime is not exclusive to certain neighborhoods.

Even in broad daylight, there are drunken men lying in the tavern, and the prostitutes who are gorgeous have long been legalized. They no longer use black silk and short skirts as street hints. Cloudy days are also a different kind of night, and the entwined bodies in dark alleys And the sound of the blade piercing the bone was covered by the noise.

All of this made him disgusted. He originally wanted to leave this rotten city and even this depraved country, but after all, he stayed because of one person.

Put on a glamorous coat and accept a respected job. Because you are a man, you can easily cover up many unbearable pasts.

He didn't tell Naruto that when he first appeared in front of him, he was attracted by this extremely pure soul, and he smelled the charming aroma in his blood, but he knew how to restrain himself, so he didn't show his fangs tooth.

Gradually, he was able to be purified by that purity, and the absurd idea of ​​washing his hands in a golden basin came into being.

And now...

He turned his head and looked at the golden figure who was struggling through the crowd with a beer in his hand, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked up, and his smile was noncommittal.

Who knew things would turn out like this.

"Why did you choose this kind of place?" Naruto, who was finally able to sit down, slid the beer towards Sasuke, "Isn't the coffee shop next door better?"

"There are a lot of people here." Sasuke took a sip of beer, brushing the foam on his upper lip with the tip of his tongue, making Naruto stunned for a moment.

"...Uh, I mean, I remember you don't like crowded places, you said you don't like to join in the fun." Naruto turned his head to see the loud noises of the residents who chose to go out even after making a statement, perhaps in the eyes of some people Come on, it is safer to get together than to watch the house alone.

"I'm just a little worried, so I hope you can accompany me." Sasuke said lightly: "On a special day like today, are you not afraid that I will be kidnapped at home alone?"

"Bah, don't talk nonsense like that," Naruto squinted at him dissatisfied, "The murderer hasn't broken the door, otherwise it's impossible for the owner to go to the church peacefully with you, as long as you Lock the doors and windows and there will be no problem. Although I can accompany you for a while now, I must go to the Red Church to stand by in the afternoon and evening. Tonight is the ninth crime time predicted by Police Officer Hatake. He was arrested and brought to justice."

"Do you have to be here? Can't do it without you?" Sasuke raised his eyebrows, and said softly with a touch of teasing: "But I didn't see you doing meritorious deeds. Instead, I was stunned by the murderer and lay down for an hour before getting up."

One sentence hit Naruto's pain point, he hesitated to speak as if he wanted to justify himself, but in the end he just said angrily: "Who would have thought that this kind of lone wolf would have an accomplice, and it just appeared last night. We have confirmed that the case was committed alone, and there is no trace of a gang at all."

The aroma of wheat and wooden barrels mixed together has an addictive magic power. Sasuke stared at the white foam that had not dissipated for a long time, and suddenly whispered: "Your work makes it difficult for us to get together once, right?"

Naruto touched his nose in embarrassment, he was not allowed to drink alcohol before going to the police, so he could only take a sip of soda for himself.

"To be honest, I don't like your job very much," Sasuke ignored Naruto's silence and did not choose to wait. He said to himself, and he didn't care whether such a low volume would be covered by the noise of the tavern. What should I do if the murderer's needle is filled with poison."

As he spoke, he raised his eyelids and looked quietly into Naruto's blue eyes.

"I really care about you," he told him almost lip-synch, "I can't imagine losing you."

Naruto held Sasuke's hand and solemnly swore to him, "I am the same, I am the same as you, I love you, there is no doubt about it."

Sasuke closed his eyes helplessly, and the heat in Naruto's palm could not smooth out the restlessness in his heart, "I don't want to be a boudoir, and I don't need any promise from you, if you can understand me..."

You should be able to hear that everything I said is to keep you away from this case. You have no idea what kind of monster you are facing. You have never seen him, you have never seen him when he is crazy.

I've seen it, seen it eight times.

"Sasuke, listen to me. I don't mean to blame you. I know you are doing it for my own good, but this is my duty. I must have a clear conscience. How can I run away? Even for the sake of those eight victims Or, I must also witness the truth with my own eyes."

"It's raining."

Naruto was startled, followed Sasuke's gaze and looked out the window.

The raindrops fell drop by drop, pattering, intermittently, dark clouds gathered, it was clearly only ten o'clock in the morning, but it was already as dark as dusk before nightfall.

It was too dark, and the light in the tavern instantly became dazzling and bright. The street lamps were turned on in the morning for an unprecedented time, and the slanting raindrops could be clearly seen behind the taillights of the cars.

Naruto suddenly felt the hand under his palm tense.

In the next second, a handsome young man sat down beside Sasuke. He was wearing a black casual shirt and had a long ponytail.

"You are the police officer Uzumaki Naruto, right?" Quan Nai warmly extended his hand to Naruto, "Sasuke often mentioned you to me, saying that you are young but have made great progress in the police station, and you are a good seed with strength."

"Sasuke, who is this?" Naruto held Quanna's hand suspiciously and looked at Sasuke with a delicate expression.

"I'm his cousin, but our family's seniority is chaotic. He prefers to call me brother, and you can call me brother if you want. He was still lying to me that you are just ordinary friends, but you told me that ordinary friends would Holding someone's hand and not letting go?" Quanna's eloquence made it impossible for Sasuke to get in the conversation, even if he wanted to refute halfway, he had to give up.

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask, since you are all surnamed Uchiha, how could you have nothing to do with Uchiha Itachi Uchiha Obito?"

"Oh little brother Naruto, you are a policeman, why would you ask such childish questions? Even if you and I have the same name and surname, there are many people in this world who are not from the same family. Don't just use a surname to help us mess around Pull relatives."

One sentence made Naruto blushed, and he looked at Sasuke as if asking for help.

Sasuke took a deep breath, and said lightly: "I have heard about the Uchihas in your police station. They are from a family of police officers, but we Uchihas are not so lucky. We came out of an orphanage."

Quanna stared at him suddenly, but Sasuke was unmoved.

After that, Quan Nai let out a chuckle, "Since Naruto little brother knows, don't expose our faults everywhere. It's a bad debt for anyone to have such a thing as having a mother or not."

"I won't, brother don't worry." Naruto nodded politely.

"As expected of a potential stock in the police force, you see, he is much more sensible than you." Quan Nai said to Sasuke with something in his words.

17.

Kakashi didn't know how long he had been waiting, and there was no timer to let him know the time. When someone was blindfolded and lying on a cold metal bed, every second could become a torment.

He hadn't experienced the feeling of arrhythmia for a long time, and maybe the first eight victims felt this kind of despair before they died.

"It really took me a lot of thought to invite you here, profile Mr. Shi."

The eccentric tone of voice, the unmasculine timbre, and the murmur of slight current passing through, the murderer used a voice changer.

It fits the portrayal of him from the outside world, a man who keeps secrets, his whole body is wrapped in a coat called secret.

The black cloth was suddenly removed from his eyes, and the light above his head instantly made him unable to open his eyes.

Only then did he realize that he was lying on the operating table at the moment, wearing a striped hospital gown, his limbs were tied at the four corners like animals waiting to be slaughtered, and every time he struggled, the movable rope buckle would tighten more.

So he simply stopped struggling, and only looked up to find the murderer.

A reflected light nearly blinded him.

When he finally got used to the stinging light, he saw that the murderer was fiddling with a round surgical mirror at the end of the bed.

He couldn't see the murderer's face, but only saw a mask, hidden under the hood, with narrowed eyes and a charming and strange smile.

The weird mask finally turned towards him, and the mirror was facing his face. What Kakashi saw in the mirror was himself who could not be more passive. The face without the mask was nervous and unwilling, and This kind of reaction just pleases the other party.

"I know you, Police Officer Hatake, we met before." The murderer dragged a rolling chair and sat beside his bed, pretending to flip through a medical record in his hand, "I have loved you since the first time I saw you." I know Mr. Police Officer is sick, terminally ill, and needs my treatment."

Kakashi responded to the murderer's self-direction and self-acting with silence, although the podium and knives in this operating room were obviously not medical equipment, it was more like a game room.

"Believe it, sir, I'm actually a doctor." The murderer leaned forward as if trying to prove himself, "My medical ethics and skills are top-notch. No one understands patients' psychology better than me. The pain, the sorrow, and the fear of the future, the loathing of themselves, oh, that feeling, I'm sure you've had that urge too, when they've seen their bodies slowly decompose, with some disgusting blisters and red spots, For example, when you have pimples all over your face, you would like to tear off your whole face, and then you will get a new life, a flawless white face that will never trouble you again."

As if the speech made Kakashi chills, he forced himself to look directly at the fake eyes on the mask, he knew that he could not look at any other place or any prop at this moment, he could only understand the psychology of vicious murderers.

If you read it, it means that you are interested in this thing, so, do you want to try it?

"Why don't you speak? Don't you agree with what I said?" The murderer suddenly dropped the case in his hand, picked up a scalpel and held Kakashi's face with both hands.

The shining blade was just a few centimeters away from the skin, and Kakashi managed to regain his composure after his heart beat violently back to the original place. He got rid of the instinctive reaction of closing his eyes, looked at the two gaps between the eyes of the mask and whispered: " Heavy rain tonight."

The murderer held the knife very steadily, otherwise with the sharpness of the scalpel, he would have been disfigured long ago.

"Will you be absent?" He continued to ask, which seemed a little fearless, no, it was very desperate, "You should go to the Red Church instead of teaching me here."

From the murderer's throat came a series of grotesque laughter, which had been processed by a voice changer to make it creepy.

"Oh no, no, of course I won't be absent, but there is still a lot of time until the evening. I invite you to my house as a guest, just to prove a point to the police officer who thinks he understands me."

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

The murderer pushed Kakashi's head back hard, and with a bang, Kakashi was dizzy.

Putting the scalpel into the pocket of his white coat, the murderer walked up to the controls and pushed a red handle.

The low-voltage current was instantly injected into the operating table, and Kakashi suddenly let out a muffled groan, his whole body was twitched by the electric shock, and he convulsed continuously.

The sound of the rain outside the window was so loud that it penetrated into the house, and the humid air eroded everything here.

18.

No one dared to speak to Officer Obito, including himself.

On the big screen in front of him, Kakashi was pierced by waves of electric current, and the desperately suppressed screams were leaked out as sobs.

The operating room was clean, bright, without any redness or blood.

The masked man in a white coat looked as happy as if he had found a toy, and he even danced happily to the accompaniment of Kakashi's groans and the sound of rain.

The killer hacked into the police station's computer 15 minutes earlier.

Fifteen minutes ago, they were still deploying tonight's battle plan.

15 minutes ago, Obito hadn't looked like this.

"Have you found it?" Hashirama asked anxiously.

"More than 50 locations have been found."

"More than 50?!"

"Yes, the murderer confused the source of the signal, and all similar signals will be displayed."

"Find me the real one!! Hurry up!!"

From staring at the screen with wide eyes at the beginning to curling up in the seat covering his face, Obito is like a death row prisoner who has heard the final sentence and lost all vitality. He suddenly aged 20 years, and his body was shaking. .

"It was my fault……"

Hashirama heard him choked up and said.

"I shouldn't have let him..."

"I shouldn't have left him alone..."

Hashirama didn't know how to comfort him.

Tears overflowed from his fingers, he didn't dare to look at the screen at all, the sound alone was enough to kill him eight hundred times.

"What's going on?!" Naruto hurriedly opened the door and rushed in, but no one answered his question.

Because the screen says it all.

Sasuke, who was by his side as a family member, stopped. He stared at the masked murderer on the screen who was dancing gracefully and recklessly. What appeared in his mind was the dying man in the small attic who was so angry.

Then he stepped back slowly step by step, and finally left the gate of the police station without looking back.

TBC