【Pillar spot】Kill Me Heal Me

25.

There is no air-conditioning in the interrogation room, but the cold metal tabletop adds a chill. The incandescent lamp flickered three times as if there was a contact problem, and then the whole room went dark, completely sinking into a space with only black and white.

"Don't look at me with such eyes, murderer." Hashirama pressed the back of Madara's neck and gritted out the last two words.

"What kind of eyes?" Madara looked at him with a half-smile, even though this posture was not very safe, Hashirama's body was stuck between his legs, even if he should be able to jump off, but this one was nailed to the floor The interrogation table above is not ordinary tall, if it is hard, it is likely to be suspended between the edge of the table and the body between the pillars and cannot move, it will be ugly.

which kind?That's it for now...

The withered long hair should be as fragile as straw, but the gray and white hair wrapped around Zhujian's arm like a snake, and fell between the fingers, teasing and itching, the hair under the bangs was much softer than usual. His eyes seemed to contain a vast nebula, but upon closer inspection, there was a ferocious deep sea hidden. He smiled at Hashirama with an incomprehensible meaning, but after looking at that peerless smile for a long time, he felt creepy.

Hashirama only felt that he was going to be bewitched, the black holes in his eyes seemed to suck his whole body in, his own blood remained on his thin lips, and the bitten wound still hurts faintly, Madara inadvertently After licking the corners of his lips, his tongue, which was as bright as blood, was covered with pale fangs.

"Hanwujiwu is talking about you now," said the plagiaristic parent of the platypus and the unreasonable child, "I look like this, my eyes look at you like this, what's wrong with that? Just like me I looked at many people with the same eyes."

"How many people have you seen like this still alive?" Hashirama's hand holding the back of Madara's neck trembled slightly. Even if he has been fighting the most ferocious criminals all year round, it is difficult to meet an opponent who is as unscrupulous as Madara and doesn't care. Even when he was under his control, he could still joke unscrupulously, using the worst provocations.

Knowing Zhu Jian's feelings for him, he deliberately said: "There are many friends, there are many, I am not a natural killer, I just lived too long, I have to find some fun for myself—"

Madara experienced being hit by two thousand hands holding her head and hurting her forehead in just half an hour.

He didn't cry out in pain but still frowned, the glass on the window cracked into irregular spider webs, and the darkness outside made the transparent material reflect his embarrassment.

"Are all young people like this now?" He tried hard to drive the humming out of his ears, and held back bursts of painful and dissatisfied complaints, "Even if you treat a prisoner, you shouldn't be the first! You will make him lose Think logic!"

"You won't need to think about logic soon." Hashirama held him by his collar and pushed him against the table, leaning down and kissing Madara deeply.

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Hashirama silently helped him clean up, covered him with his clothes and carried him back to his captain's office.

what else can we do……

He looked at Madara who was lying asleep on the sofa, and his heart was heavier than ever.

There is no way.

He leaned over and kissed Madara's lips carefully, as if he couldn't kiss enough.

It's not enough, when you fall in love with someone...

Spot's lips were already red and swollen from his kiss, and there was a seductive luster under the light.

But he doesn't love people.

Hashirama stood up and saw a familiar figure standing outside the police station compound through the window.

He is in love with a devil.

The bullet was loaded, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then put the gun in his back belt, pulled down his jacket to cover it, locked Madara in his office and walked to the hall. In the night outside the hall, the man was standing in the ominous thick fog .

Long braids, windbreaker, black umbrella.

Tonight, the criminal police were almost all deployed around the Red Church, and the headquarters was like an empty city.

Hashirama walked towards Quanna, who was expressionless and seemed to be smiling, knowing very well that there was a sword hidden in the long-handled umbrella.

"Will the serial murderer let go tonight?" Quan Nai looked up at the lightning flashing under the dark clouds.

"No." Hashirama said coldly.

"Then what are you going to do, sir."

"I have a condition."

"You said."

"Tell me about Madara's past."

"Ah..." Quan Nai sighed and raised her head, and said with a soft smile, "Do you know what people who have the Black Death will look like before they die?"

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