【Pillar spot】Kill Me Heal Me

28.

Once you have lived for 100 years, it will be difficult for your heart to throb because of someone after seeing the sea.

Madara has abandoned many things in his life, the soul, the promise, the love that he thought he would never meet again, unexpectedly appeared again, and the feeling of blushing and heartbeat that should have been a normal reaction made him slumped, and he huddled in the back seat of the car. In a ball, behind the seemingly indifferent eyes, there is a mess that has not been sorted out.

Fate always makes him make instinctive choices when he has no room to think, and some things can't immediately answer whether everything he did was blind.

He thought about throwing Hashirama stunned on the side of the road to create an illusion of being attacked and let the police pick him up, but instead of letting him go back to the right path, his bleeding wound kept giving him the possibility of seeing him again in the future. There is no reason to let go.

After 170 years of illness and 170 years of madness, he felt for the first time that he was still saved. His rotten heart still had good thoughts, and his withered will still left reason. In fact, even if he was arrested and brought to justice, the law could not Sentence him to death, even if he killed so many people, but he is a lunatic, and he is more likely to spend the rest of his life in a lunatic asylum.

Madara didn't look at the wound that Sasuke was helping Hashirama to treat in the narrow back seat, his eyes deliberately avoided those crimson horrors, he leaned against the car door, silently watching the scenery outside the window and retreating rapidly.

The endless lights, the occasional bright neon lights, and the inaudible sound of whistlers.

Suddenly a cold hand slowly touched his thigh, he instinctively held that hand in his palm, and the other just happened to hook his fingers.

"It doesn't matter anymore..." Hashirama said softly, "I'll get used to it gradually..."

Madara's eye sockets were suddenly wet, and her nose was blocked so that she could only use her mouth to breathe.

It only takes one night to watch the people you care about go from fresh to dead. In the dungeon full of rats and the dimly lit passage, after the horrific screams, only oneself is left helpless.

Madara, who is so proficient in closed brain training and able to achieve selective memory, has not thought of that period of imprisonment for many years.

"Everything will get better...it will become more dazzling..." Hashirama, who lacked anesthesia, didn't cry out in pain or struggle, just muttered to himself, "Everything will end...days like today...will be fine ..."

Quan Nai opened the window, but a biting cold wind blew in on a midsummer night.

"You are so precious to me...remember my voice...I will always be by your side..."

Even with all the justice in his body, he couldn't extinguish the burning desire in his heart. Hashirama knew that he was a coward. He betrayed the words he swore, and abandoned them completely.

"A homicide happened again in the Red Church District. The deceased man, 35 years old, has been determined to be a serial murderer in the Red Church. The police have located the car the murderer was in and is fleeing towards Xicheng District. Residents in the city are asked to go home immediately and lock the doors and windows. The police have mobilized all police forces to hunt down the murderer, and will definitely arrest the murderer and his accomplices tonight. I repeat, another homicide occurred in the Red Church District..."

Tomona shifted her gaze from the car radio to Senna's profile in shock.

Quanna was dimly illuminated by the colorful lights outside the car, his stern nose and lips were fixed there motionless at a certain moment, and did not make any changes because of the wanted on the radio.

"What should we do now?"

No one gave Tokaima an answer.

"You guys don't have any idea about that? We're locked down, they know where we are, they'll be there soon."

"You can get out of the car." Quanna said.

"Are you kidding?" Fei Jian gritted his teeth, "This is not something that can be separated by simply getting out of the car!"

"Then don't go down."

Quan Nai's perfunctory and frivolous tone annoyed Tokina, "Are you crazy? I'm seriously worried for you! Why don't you know what's good? Don't think about going around in circles with all the police! Since they've made cruel remarks tonight, it's absolutely impossible Give up halfway! They must give the people an explanation!"

"I think you misunderstood me." Quanna turned her head and smiled at him. In the dim vision, Tomona found that Quanna's pupils had shrunk to the size of a needle point. Even if he was not a professional, he knew that this was not a good omen.

"I'm making a choice for you, Mr. Tomama, take your brother, you can change your role to being a kidnapped hostage, 'the captain of the criminal police and the serial killer were injured in a fierce exchange of fire, and they were taken hostage and threatened the police', they will Believe it."

Tobima turned her head to stare at Hashirama, who was sweating on her forehead, closed her eyes but still held Madara's hand firmly, and suddenly rubbed the center of her brow with the heel of her palm, "I'm afraid that someone will not agree."

"Then throw away all good and evil, good and evil," Quan Nai chuckled, "but I don't guarantee that you will regret it."

Tobuma fantasized for a while about the future where there is no way to return home, and it turns out that people who can make such a choice are fools, and they still run at a speed of [-] meters when they know that there is a cliff ahead of them.

Soon, they heard piercing sirens, one after another, overlapping each other, like an air defense siren resounding over the entire city.

Tobuma knew that he would regret it. When he saw more than a dozen police cars chasing hard on the three lanes behind, he knew that any choice would be infinitely better than continuing to stay with these lunatics.

But he could only hold on to the handle of the car door tightly, tensing his nerves to the point where he would break with a single blow, his heartbeat rose to one hundred and thirteen and could not be slowed down.

He never thought that one day his views of right and wrong would have the most serious confrontation with brotherhood.

You asked him to completely hand over Hashirama to the three lunatics in the car, he really couldn't do it, even if Uchiha Madara's feelings didn't seem fake, but Quanna's malice was real, even though he might I can't do much, but facing the monster, staring at it with my own eyes is better than imagining the unknown, although it is not a good feeling.

The buildings and vegetation on the street are shrouded in a vague mist, and the milky white smoke curls up everywhere, as if all the living and inanimate things have been poisoned, and the boring and invariable year after year His life lasted for 170 years, and these dead things that absorbed all the toxins in the air were the bystanders who really witnessed the witch incident, connecting the three Uchihas on the car with the two time and space of everyone else.

The red and blue police lights were flashing high-profile, and under the lights, someone poked his head out of the window and aimed his gun at the tires of the black car in front.

Noticing this, Quanna slammed the steering wheel into a narrow alley where only one car could pass.

"There is..." Feijian frowned.

The sound of the siren was so annoying that Quanna bit her tongue and licked the corner of her lips.

Suddenly, two police cars came out of the corner ahead.

Quan Nai stepped on the brake and turned right, slammed into a pedestrian who had no time to dodge, then accelerated and drove onto the pedestrian street.

"Wait, you're going retrograde!!"

As the busiest commercial street in the city, it is open all night. Passers-by who didn't hear the radio and didn't care about the crime, preferring to act as bystanders and have nothing to do with themselves, were devastated.

The windshield in front of the car was full of blood stains. Quanna impatiently wiped it away with the wiper. The liquid thicker than rainwater snaked down along the tiny dust one by one, and the blood-red gemstones piled up bigger and bigger. , Feijian watched the last distorted faces of those men and women who had lost their souls before they could scream, and suddenly looked at the police car behind them.

The serious traffic accident did not stop the police cars from chasing, and their car turned into a bulldozer to clear the obstacles ahead. Quan Nai had to step on the accelerator to avoid being slowed down by the object that hit the car. The car, whose strength was already in jeopardy, almost floated off the ground and it was difficult to control its direction. The number of casualties rose linearly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The police yelled something through a loudspeaker in the car and they didn't hear them clearly. The completely paralyzed traffic caused gunpowder smoke to rise above the city. window.

People were screaming, crying, and cursing hysterically. However, there was a lack of order and the flow of people was huge. Many people did not die under the wheels but were seriously injured by other people's trampling.

In the confusion, Quanna asked again: "Is it enough for you to make a choice?"

Fei Jian was startled, then sneered, "Should I thank you for your kindness?"

"Whatever you want." Quan Nai said, suddenly pulled out a pistol and pressed it against his temple.

Hashirama hastily said to stop, "Stop—"

"We used to be humans, I thought you knew." Controlling the steering wheel with two hands is already stressful at this speed, and one-handed is a test of skill, although there was a stretch of the road where Quan Nai bumped into ten lampposts in a row.

The door didn't move, and there was nothing that could break his three views. He thought he had gradually gotten used to it, and he would no longer be angry because of these crazy actions of Uchiha.

bad news.

Quan Nai didn't scare him anymore when he saw that he wasn't in the trap, and threw the gun on his lap and said, "Will it be difficult if I let you pretend to be an escaped hostage and take Sasuke out of the battle ring?"

It was only then that Tobuma realized that although the gun was fully loaded, the safety was not on. Even if he pulled the trigger just now, it was impossible for him to misfire.

Knowing the truth, he didn't feel lucky at all, but he didn't think it was some hypocritical experiment. Tobuma didn't answer, but Sasuke spoke.

"I don't need it, I won't leave you."

"You don't want Naruto anymore?"

Hearing this, Sasuke suddenly closed his eyes.

"If you feel uncomfortable, don't force yourself." Quan Nai said.

"I used to be a human..." Sasuke repeated contradictoryly what Quanna said earlier, "I used to be..."

"We can afford to wait."

Quanna's eyes met Sasuke's in the rearview mirror.

Time is just a number to us, but love is not.

He and Naruto met for the first time on May 20 last year. They were at odds with the couple next to them in the disgusting sweet milk tea shop. At that time, Naruto was staring at the cursive words on the promotional sign that said couples were half price After hesitating for a long time, I finally got up the courage to go up to him and said:

"Shall we... pretend to be a couple?"

"Why?"

"...half price."

Until now, Sasuke doesn't understand what's so good about this person who doesn't understand romance at all, but he really likes this person who he can't find a point to praise. A blond young man walking out of the shop with a cup of milk tea.

"I've seen you." Bad trick, but it worked.

At the beginning, he just regarded this guy who laughed heartlessly as a cute younger brother. In fact, his nature hates loneliness. The solitary life is forced by fate. It was a young child, and no one could understand the ancient echoes beyond his words, until one day Naruto said to him:

"Although I always feel that you are far away from me, I really don't want to be your brother anymore. I accept your care and treats. Although every meal is delicious, I don't want you to be treated like this by my brother." Identity blinds the eyes.”

The feelings of a child are so simple. After the outbreak, the enthusiasm is strong and strong. Although it is 150 years apart, the relationship is also deeply rooted. He thinks of the busy Naruto taking off his police cap and sitting opposite him full of energy.

"I passed! Look! This is my police number! In order to celebrate such a happy event, let me treat you to dinner this time! Bro~!"

Suddenly the eyes couldn't see clearly, because reason couldn't fool the heart, Sasuke squeezed the scalpel tightly with one hand and covered his eyes with the other, tears had already filled his eyes unconsciously.

Yes...he's the only one who wants to get off...

"I can't go away," he tried his best not to let out his crying voice with a trembling voice, "I'm following too closely..."

Beautiful things are still thrilling even if they are stained with blood, Madara silently watched Sasuke's helpless but desperately suppressed huddled body, lowered his eyes, and slowly but firmly pushed away Hashirama's hand.

He said, "Go ahead, don't stop."

Hashirama suddenly opened his eyes, "Don't—" Enduring the severe pain, he turned over and hurriedly reached out his hand to Madara, but Madara had already opened the car door and jumped out, and he only grabbed one of his hairs.

"spot--!!"

Madara, who rolled on the ground several times before stopping, stood up with one hand on the ground.

Police cars quickly surrounded him with three floors inside and three floors outside. Dozens of police officers descended from above blocked his way.

"Don't move!! Hands up!!"

"If you dare to move, I will rob you!!"

The highest level of treatment is enough to scare the little thief into a battle.

Madara gently twirled the ring on her index finger, stared at the strange police officer with a higher rank at the head, and said softly, "Then shoot."

"do not move--"

He snapped off the ring and threw it high into the air.

Everyone's attention flew into the dense fog following the small ring, but after more than ten seconds, nothing fell back, as if it was sucked into the dense fog and disappeared.

There was something, a muffled whisper in the thick fog.

That's not a sound that humans can make.

The salty smell of seawater came out and permeated the sky.

Everyone heard the roar of the waves.

The next second, a huge octopus tentacle slammed down, and in the thick fog, the huge figure spread its damaged wings, covering the only remaining bleak moonlight tonight.

"What's that?!" Tobuma looked back in shock at the monster that was hiding in the mist but whose silhouette was taller than a building. Every tentacle attack was a tragic disaster.

"Cause."

"what?"

"Cause."

I understand.

The car drove further and further away, and no one could pay attention to this speeding car anymore. The monsters in the urban area and the long-haired man who brought them took away all their ability to resist.

"Sasuke...Sasuke!"

Quanna looked back in shock through the rearview mirror, but at that time Sasuke had already jumped out of the car like Madara, and he returned to the center of the city that was being ravaged by monsters.

The car finally stopped on the side of the road.

"Would you like to chase him?" Tomonama switched to the back seat and lifted Hashirama's head and placed it on her thigh. The bleeding had already stopped. Luckily, Sasuke didn't manage to suture half of the wound and left it for her boyfriend. suffer from.

Quan Nai opened the car door and watched the eight tentacles wreak havoc in the urban area, "Forget it."

29.

One month later

Obito returned to his office, because he failed to hunt down the serial killer in the Red Church, and was punished for two crimes of losing the captain of the criminal police. own head.

"I'm not his bodyguard! And—heh," he snorted coldly and stuffed himself into the sofa, "It really is Uchiha Madara, and I'll say that I can't be wrong with my vicious eyes."

"Forget it, there is no evidence for the fact that Hashirama surrendered to the enemy, so let's not treat it as the truth." Kakashi poured him a glass of water, "If you really want to blame, I can only say that the position of the second child is not easy to sit in." If the eldest is lost, the responsibility will of course be attributed to the second."

"Hmph, to put it simply, I'm the one who blamed me! But it's impossible for him to disappear for no reason, it's too weird!" Obito put his feet on the table and was still very angry, "I never thought in my life that I lived in A world full of monsters! We were both lucky to survive that night!"

"I just hope it doesn't appear again. Now that the murderer has been brought to justice, the most urgent task now is to rebuild the urban area."

"But I didn't find Uchiha Madara's body, I'm still not at ease, including Hashirama, that old bastard, isn't he really dead?"

"There have been several torrential rains this month and we haven't seen any new victims. They probably won't happen again. Our police force isn't enough to maintain order. We already applied for support from the neighboring city yesterday."

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

Naruto walked in and put a stack of photos on the table, "The car was found on the outskirts of the city, and it was burned beyond its original shape, and there was no body inside."

"I hate this situation...really..." Obito muttered unhappily.

Kakashi put Naruto's shoulder on his shoulder and joked, "You were really happy that night. Your boyfriend came to save you in danger, which made us all envious to death."

Naruto laughed, "Stop talking, I was taken aback, Sasuke..." He chanted his lover's name, bowed his head and showed a sweet smile.

30.

The musty roving curtain swayed in the wind, and Hashirama and Izuna walked up the stairs through the dusty living room, and the weathered and damaged wooden boards groaned harshly.

The portraits of graceful and luxurious women on the walls still have sparkle in their eyes, and the black cat on the crystal chandelier has a silver bell tied around its neck.

Candles are burning on the brass candlesticks, and wax has accumulated on the base, red dahlias are in full bloom in the painted potted porcelain vases, and the seven drawers are covered with yellowed lace tablecloths. Only the master bedroom on the third floor is open. Door.

Thick veils hang from the ceiling, covering most of the intricately carved four-poster bed, which is covered with old sheets and quilts that cannot be seen in their original colors.

When Hashirama walked into this room, the thick cashmere carpet swallowed all the footsteps, and the half moon exposed from the clouds could be clearly seen outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

A white-haired old man was wearing a beige cloak that was so bulky that it was almost impossible to see the shape of the clothes. The cloak was decorated with layers of tassels and lace.

He seemed to be asleep, the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, and his lips shrunk into a line.

180 seven years old, who can believe it?

The old man's shriveled hands were exposed outside the wide sleeves. Under the cold moonlight, there were no more ominous ornaments there.

Not even a ring.

When Hashirama picked up the old man, the old man opened his eyes.

"You came……"

"I am coming."

"But I'm old..."

"They will all grow old."

"What are you doing here..."

"I'm here to fulfill my promise."

"Why do you have to fulfill any promise to an old man..."

"...Because I will always be by your side."

After much deliberation, the words finally came out of my mouth.

During this time, I have nothing to do but wait for you.

Thinking of you all the time is like a dream I can't wake up from.

Hold me tight so that I can smile brighter than anyone else.

You are the only one in my heart, like an unchanging illusion.

Stay with me, let me feel your presence beside me.

Hold my hand so that I can smile brighter than anyone else.

The old man's hand trembled slightly, he held the collar of Hashirama, and the skin on the back of his hand, which was originally shriveled, became plump little by little.

.END.

Quanna: Heh, when you die my brother will still be mine, a tiny human being, hmph.