【Pillar spot】Kill Me Heal Me

08.

Even a pure-hearted person, who does not forget to pray at night, will inevitably become a devil in the night when the rainstorm hits.

There are more and more rumors in the Red Church District. It is said that in a dark, damp and dirty place, there lives a ghost whose middle finger is the same length as the ring finger, has blue cone-shaped pupils, and likes to eat human internal organs.

Because corpses always appear on rainy days, no one dares to come out at night in this already precarious city. However, there are still many people who are forced to go out at night in the temporarily dry, but hidden thick fog. middle.

As an ancient city with a long history, there are many antique buildings that have continued since the Middle Ages. Although most of them have been renovated and used for other purposes, there are still a few sporadic villas and manors that have been abandoned due to various reasons such as haunting.

Izuna Uchiha lowered the brim of his hat, wrapped his black windbreaker tightly around his body, and walked into an old villa on the outskirts of the city. There was no power supply here, and all the light sources came from the scattered moonlight outside the broken windows.

He pushed back the drooping musty roving curtains, and walked up the stairs through the dusty living room, where the weathered boards groaned harshly, and the portraits of stately women on the walls still had eyes in them. Looks good, but rats can jump out of the fallen decorations and ornaments everywhere on the floor.

The large cobwebs in the corner are comparable to the most exquisite workmanship, and a black cat protrudes from the crystal chandelier that shakes without wind, its green eyes staring at this familiar visitor faintly, and the silver bell around its neck is silent.

The end of the long-handled umbrella lightly touched the fragile floor, and the footsteps of high-heeled boots and the slender figure gradually ascended the spiral staircase together.

The buildings that have been abandoned for hundreds of years retain the most primitive features. The half-burned candles on the brass candlesticks have not been cleaned of wax oil, and the painted and fired pot-bellied porcelain vases are filled with dried black dahlias. On the chest of drawers Covered with yellowed lace tablecloths, all the rooms were tightly closed, except for the master bedroom on the third floor that was opened a thin crack.

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.

Quan Nai walked into this room, and the thick cashmere carpet instantly swallowed all the sounds of footsteps. This place is slightly brighter than the living room, and the half moon exposed through the clouds can be clearly seen outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Madara was wearing a beige cloak that was so fat that it was almost impossible to see the shape of the clothes. The cloak was decorated with layers of tassels and lace edges. shake.

Quanna's eyes locked on the man approaching step by step, but Madara turned a blind eye to it, his skin was like a dry desert, his cheeks became thin and sunken as if they would break if touched, and the dark red in his pupils was faint like ink dripping into water. Hovering, but even though his skin was as pale as ice and snow, his lips were bright red as if he had just licked blood.

Suddenly those eyes were fixed on Quan Nai, expressionless, exuding a dead old look.

Madara's right hand wearing the tentacle ring was exposed outside the wide sleeve, holding a gilt and carved dagger, the blade was pressed against the thigh, reflecting the cold moonlight as the rocking chair swayed.

He doesn't look like a person, but even though he is wearing a horrifying cloak, he is still shockingly beautiful.

Quanna took off her hat, half-kneeled beside Madara, held that sandpaper-like hand, and said in a low voice, "They are looking for you, there is a profiler named Hatake, he almost wants your features and techniques It's all described."

Madara stared at his eyes silently, raised his left hand hidden under his sleeve, and gently and slowly stroked his cheeks, from the corners of his eyes, to the wings of his nose, to his lips, to his neck, the sharp nails slid across the normal skin, feeling To the beating of blood vessels and the rush of blood.

"I can help you get rid of him." Quan Nai ignored the dangerous hand, but suddenly he held the skinny hand tightly in his palm, and frowned, "Your body is shrinking. "

Madara stood up on her thighs, and Quanna hurriedly put his arm on her shoulder, and the dagger was hanging beside his arm.

Although the power was cut off in this villa, the water supply was not stopped. It was not because the municipal center was unwilling, but every time the water was cut off was in vain.

Quanna helped him fill the bathtub with hot water and turned around. Madara tore off his cloak, but he was completely naked inside. The ribs of his bony body were clearly visible. He looked very fragile and could fall apart with just a touch.

He walked into the bathtub with Quanna's hand and sat down, closed his eyes, felt the flesh and blood skin loosen and swell after absorbing the liquid crazily, and gradually became smooth and plump.

"You can't go on like this anymore," Quan Nai helped him wipe his body, "the more people die, the more dangerous you are, you can't be sure not to be discovered every time, and the riot in the mental hospital is too reckless for you , what if it is caught by surveillance.”

"clothing."

"I'll get it for you."

However, when Quan Nai returned to the bathroom with her clothes, she found that the bathtub was already empty, and the warm water without a single ripple began to cool down.

He searched every room in this villa, but found no Madara. He returned to the master bedroom and stared at the rocking chair that kept shaking for a long time.

He slammed his fist against the dusty wall.

He took out a pistol from his trouser pocket and put it into the windbreaker, put on his black top hat to cover his eyes, and quickly disappeared into the night.

09.

It was sunny tonight, and serial killers would not commit crimes in this kind of weather as usual, but the roof of the Red Church had been confirmed to have been opened, and there were no traces left on the spire after being washed away by the rain.

The identities of the first eight victims have been ascertained, including company night shift workers, compensated dating girls, casino croupiers, taxi drivers and social loafers. What they have in common is that they all have to go to public places at night, and they are all in good health and good looks .

Apparently the murderer has his own criteria for selecting victims and he didn't do it randomly, but because the first scene is spread all over the city, just gathering at the Red Church at the end point doesn't narrow the scope of the police's search. The serious crime investigation team finally decided that from now on, they would pretend to be the standard characters for the murderer to target the victims, and wander around the streets and alleys near the Red Church, waiting for the murderer to take the initiative to attack.

On the back of Kakashi's hand was still a piece of medical tape that had not been torn off. As a non-bait person, he and Itachi only searched for any missing key doubts within a block around the Red Church. Obito brought Shisui and Naruto together. They pretended to be gangsters, pimps, and office workers and dispersed to the places where the victims last appeared. Hashirama waited in the police car for control and command, and basically stayed up all night every day from tonight.

The murderer who never haunted during the day turned out to be their most effective jet lag adjuster.

Even if the moonlight is bright, but walking alone in a narrow alley at night knowing that there are ghosts, one's own breathing becomes the most unstable factor that pulls emotions.

The forensic doctor Itachi next to him was systematically describing to him the common wounds and subtle differences from the first to the eighth victims, but he didn't hear much, because the street lights above his head flickered twice and went out briefly It was back to normal soon after.

However, at the moment when the street light went out, they all saw a slender black figure walking past the entrance of the alley. However, when the street light was turned on again, that person happened to be blocked by the wall again, as if it was just a short circuit with the light by coincidence. Passers-by pass by.

Kakashi walked out of the alley, and saw the tall, thin man wearing a top hat and a windbreaker, with a tall and straight figure walking gracefully, holding a long-handled black umbrella in his hand, with long braids reaching his waist, swaying gently in the wind.

"Recently, fashion circles have become popular again," Itachi said to him, "Because the tragedy in the Red Church District reminds people of a serial murder case 70 years ago, although people are panicking, there has been a crime boom."

"Strange atmosphere," Kakashi stared at the man's back, not very understanding, "Stockholm Syndrome collective attack."

"As long as it doesn't happen to me, most of them still have the mentality of being a spectator," Itachi dug out some popular posts on his mobile phone for him, "Some people even set up a bet on how many killers will kill."

"Heh." Kakashi glanced at the unsightly words, and turned back to the side door of the church. The church that has been cordoned off by the police will not be open to the public at night until the case is solved. To this day, there will no longer be any ignorant stunned youth deliberately running to the heart of the murder at night to challenge the murderer's methods.

"A pimp who doesn't come to business is easy to be exposed." Kakashi said to Itachi, "If you are short of manpower, you can consider cooperating with Shisui."

"It doesn't matter, I believe he can direct and act well by himself." Itachi looked at the complaints from Shisui on his phone, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "And I can't cooperate with him, I don't like A whore is not like a client."

"You can pretend." Kakashi teased, "I'm willing to help."

Itachi laughed, "Forget it, you are a specially invited Buddha, how could you be used as bait."

They broke off the conversation after entering the church.

Because a bouquet of purple mallows was placed under the empty statue of Jesus, some of the petals fell, and scattered pollen scattered on the ground.

"Surveillance," Kakashi immediately said to the intercom, "Check the surveillance in the church immediately."

"I'll go over, do you want to come?" Itachi asked. The monitoring of the church itself was broken as early as the first incident, and the one installed here was temporarily placed by the police. The monitoring room is not inside the church but In a camera recording van confiscated by the police station.

"I'm looking around, you go first." Kakashi looked up at the towering church dome, the position of the bouquet was just below the window.

He bent down to stroke the petals, still covered with night dew, when a small break caught his attention.

That person should be around here, and mallow is not used to commemorate the dead, its flower language is irony, who would use this flower to tease the dead except for the murderer?

Kakashi began to circle around the path around the church.

Just then Obito called, "How are you doing there?"

"The suspected murderer appeared, Itachi went to check the surveillance."

"Itachi went to check the surveillance, what about you?"

"I'm hitting my luck."

"what?"

"Big luck."

"I bumped your head! Where are you? Alone?"

"Correct."

Obito sounded like he was choking, "Are you equipped with a gun?"

"Sedation gun."

Obito looked like he wanted to scold someone, "Go back to the crowded place immediately! How dare you be alone!"

"I don't meet the murderer's criteria for choosing a victim, and I'm in good health, so I didn't even remove the tape on the back of my hand, and it's sunny tonight."

"Send me your location."

"No need, just be your bastard and be careful not to expose your secrets."

"Send me the location."

"No—hello?" Kakashi looked at the call that was forcibly hung up speechlessly. He had just sent the location and before he had time to turn off the screen, he suddenly heard an ear-piercing sound, like fingernails scratching on glass. It immediately gave him goosebumps.

He raised his face, and the sky did not know when a dense fog fell, the spire of the red church was shrouded in white mist, and a low-pitched song came from the depths of the alley.

"How crazy I look...my baby..."

"I'm no longer myself...like a fool..."

"I let myself...without scruples..."

Kakashi involuntarily walked towards the source of the song step by step. Behind the church was a tree-lined path with excellent greenery, but the night was darker than other places because of the overgrown branches and leaves.

He saw a black figure walking towards him at the end of the thick fog.

Something pierced his spine, the evening wind colder than the sea was wrapping around his body, an indescribable fear seized his consciousness, when he could only see clearly the man's flickering eyes in the dark With red eyes, a shrill scream exploded in his mind.

His legs began to retreat before his brain gave the command, but the fog became thicker and thicker, and the wet water droplets covered his body and blurred his vision. The red church was completely hidden in the thick fog. The looming red outline opened its claws like a huge monster.

He should have left here long ago, something controlled his thoughts, whispers from the deep sea, he should have left long ago, obeyed Obito's words, and left this red church.

Kakashi turned around and wanted to run, but there was a cold wall in front of him, and there was nothing behind the thick fog. He groped for the hard and rough wall bricks blindly looking for the exit, while the fluttering song behind him was still like a devil's allure.

"Your love made me the best...your love fooled me..."

"I stared deeply into your pupils...I tried to confess my love to you..."

"But your love has nothing left to give..."

He suddenly remembered those outrageous rumors that he had ridiculed. He heard the sound of waves, and some slippery tentacles wrapped around his legs, but when he looked down, there was nothing. The endless fog, the footsteps behind him The sound is getting closer.

"Kakashi!!!"

In an instant, most of the oppressive feeling of his physical suffocation disappeared, accompanied by the sound of a gunshot, and another sound of heavy footsteps running violently behind the wall, but he couldn't respond, as if he had been cursed, he couldn't make any sound.

"Where are you, Kakashi?!"

I'm... I'm-

"Surround this place!! All retreat!!" Obito roared outside the wall, and then the loud sound of the hammer hitting the wall penetrated the eardrums, and the bricks and stones rolled down the wall and collapsed.

Kakashi, who had almost lost his mind, stared in horror, and Obito rushed in through the fog, hugging his immobile body into his arms.

"It's okay...it's okay..." Obito said hurriedly in his ear, and kisses kept falling on Kakashi's cheeks and forehead that were wet with mist.

"Follow me!" Zhu Jian's voice was ten meters away.

Farther away, a black supercar parked quietly across the street from the church. Inside the slowly rolled down car window, Sasuke stared at the chaos in secret, and stubbed out the cigarette butt that was about to burn out.

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