【Pillar spot】Kill Me Heal Me

13.

On the arrest warrant pasted right above the desk of Senshou Zhujian, the name of the murderer was filled in as "The Flesh Eater".

Madara's fingertips slowly brushed over the letters, knowing that this was the closest he was to his biggest opponent.

His surname is a mystery to the world. In the medical records and identity registration, he is a person without a surname. People who know him call him Madara, and no one cares who his parents are.

His surname is unknown, and the only orphanage for children with records of him was burned down ten years ago.

Standing in front of the study window between the pillars, the night is so thick that the eyes are dull. I can’t remember when the last deep sleep was, and the light sleep is usually accompanied by nightmares, and fear is like a shadow.

Something was wrong, danger was approaching from behind, crawling towards his ankles, wrapping around his panting, frozen body.

It was already past midnight, and the streets were extremely silent, with the flickering neon lights, the light was cold, and the only boundless darkness in the distance could give him a sense of security.

The cliff-like darkness, the serene darkness, seems to sink into the bottom of the sea and invade the darkness of the soul.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, even though he was ready, he was still dizzy when he turned around and was bumped into by the sudden figure.

His waist clenched against the corner of the table, causing him to frown in pain, the hands between the doors almost pinched his arm, the blood was blocked and the feeling of swelling pain and soreness diffused along the place where the two touched to the nerve endings.

Red eyes, the distance between them is so close that you can count each other's eyelashes, but of course Madara will not be so stupid as to count now, but the red one is pressed on the desk by the door and struggles to maintain a test waist. Madara was still thinking wildly.

Red usually means poisonous. Year after year, the red becomes more and more bright, and when it reaches the extreme, it will gradually turn black.

"Who the hell are you?" Tokima asked him, his voice low and magnetic.

"My name is Zebra."

"I'm not asking for your name."

"I thought you wanted to know."

"Who cares about that."

Madara blinked, then smiled faintly, "Ah, I'm so sorry, because my understanding has never been very good."

"My brother has been in the police force for so many years, and he has encountered countless victims, but even those who have been blatantly threatened by the murderer have never directly lived in his house. Do you treat the police station as a display?"

"I trust him more than any public place, that's why I go home with him."

"You're so calm, I don't know what you said or did to my brother, but at least in my opinion, you have a secret."

"Because I feel safe, I feel more relieved than ever in the house of Police Officer Senju. Do you want me to recall the memory of being chased by the murderer?" Crashed."

"If I have to ask you to think about it, since you didn't even respond to the murderer's arrest warrant." Tomona's body leaned forward a little, but Madara didn't hide back this time.

Their noses almost touched.

Then he saw that a cloud of moist mist gradually gathered in Madara's beautiful eyes, his body bent into a graceful arc with his elbows propped back on the desk so as not to fall, tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, Dripping between the fingers between the doors.

"What did you do?"

Just when Tobuma was shocked that these tears that came at the moment could make people feel fascinated, Hashirama appeared in time to interrupt their increasingly weird cross-examination.

"I'm sorry..." Madara quickly wiped away the tears on his face, and smiled sadly and apologetically at Hashirama, "I remembered something bad again..."

Hashirama came over, and pulled Madara's arm with his hands, his sharp movements showed that he was by no means indifferent to the picture of Cai, "You shouldn't do this to a poor man who was threatened with death not long ago, even if It's a special moment, and don't use your doubts to hurt a kind person."

Tomona saw Madara hid behind her brother with a complicated expression, "You shouldn't bring strangers home."

"He's not a stranger, he's my friend." Hashirama's straight back perfectly covered Madara's body curled up with heartache, and he could hear soft sobbing and panting behind him.

"But your dear 'little friend' is like a moody actor," he felt sincerely angry at his elder brother's earplugs as if he was defending him, "why don't you turn your head and look at his pretentious crying?"

Hashirama turned her head and rubbed Madara's shoulders comfortingly, and then complained dissatisfiedly to Tobima, "Why do you have to target him? What did he do wrong? He's just a victim, so lonely that only the cat is by his side!"

After saying that, Hashirama took Madara out of the study with strides, and after entering the bedroom, Madara quickly hugged him from behind.

He urgently needs a kind of solid support, put his face on the back of the neck between the pillars, and fiddle with the second button of his shirt with his fingertips, but he can actually touch it a little bit higher, as long as he wants, he You can tighten the neck between the pillars at any time.

But he felt the extremely unstable beating in the other's chest, which dispelled his tyrannical factor and impulsive impatience, and the unanalyzable mood troubled him, making this one-sided hug last for a long time.

"I'm an orphan..." he finally murmured softly, as if he was chatting with himself, "I had a serious illness...just one step away...we won't meet..."

"The disease was tormenting me... I was covered with sores... my face was covered with red spots... I was ashamed to see people... I shut myself in the attic... thinking... that I could be quiet Leave quietly...no more suffering..."

Hashirama suddenly turned around, caressed Madara's face, and took him into a long and slow deep kiss, full of longing and tingling pain.

He knew there was a secret in Madara's heart, perhaps from the first time they met outside the mental hospital.

He has seen too many people, thousands of people with stories, whether they are victims or victims, but none of them have the same eyes as Madara.

It was utter desolation, and utter insanity, the two merged into deathly silence, empty, hanging in those black eyes.

If he could find out what Madara was hiding, no matter what kind of devil it was, he thought, he would still kiss him.

14.

"I can't describe the color of today, and I don't know how to say it.

I tried my best, and no one else had anything to say.

I'm sick of the ideas they feed me, and they don't like my ideas.

And I don't expect to be forgiven. "

Have you ever danced with demons in the moonlight?

"My heart is very peaceful.

Let them manoeuvre, let the storm tear the sky.

My heart is still peaceful. "

There is no bubble champagne on the rooftop at midnight, no well-dressed beauties, only the depressing slow shake in the nightclub in the next block.

The tattered robe was like a crow with its wings broken off, wrapped around the thin body like a fallen Lucifer.

He hugged the unconscious Hashirama and danced with the music and rhythm with forgetfulness. Hashirama was heavy and limp in his arms, with a calm expression and no ravaged painful struggle.

He doesn't need empathy from this man.

Senju Hashirama doesn't need to share Madara's secrets.

Once the crumbling disguise is torn away, the detective captain and serial killer can no longer dance to their heart's content.

"I have searched hard, with anger and tears filling my eyes.

Now I firmly believe that I have seen it through.

My epiphany did not come easily, and I have experienced countless trials.

But at least now, I understand who is in the mirror. "

Quanna was silent.

He stood at the entrance of the rooftop, holding a scent that could make the whole building fall into a deep sleep.

Like a rigor crawling up his body, he was nailed to the spot and couldn't move.

It's more like being slapped severely by someone, but you can only stand alone on the edge of this precarious tall building, watching the personable and elegant devil holding his latest trophy and spinning indulgently.

Yep, booty.

Quan Nai's clenched heart felt better.

He never doubted that he was already deeply in love, but he didn't dare to hope extravagantly. When he wasn't even sure about keeping Madara's life, he was afraid of any small loss.

Every time a butterfly flaps its wings, it may trigger a series of disasters.

But the raging fire lurking in the depths of his heart has never been extinguished, and he turned a blind eye to the raging fire.

"My heart is very peaceful.

Let them manipulate with tisles, even if a storm tears the sky apart.

My heart is still peaceful. "

15.

"I'm much better now, and sleep is the best medicine." Kakashi walked into the underground parking lot and smiled at the other end of the phone: "Captain, you guys are giving me too much water. In fact, I can handle high-intensity homework. I'm not the first Do it for a day."

"Don't say that, we have to give Obito some face," Hashirama teased, "He gave up driving to stop the water so that you could sleep a little longer and came here. It's okay, the focus is on tonight."

"The clouds are thick and the rainstorm is coming."

"Have you any new insights after last night?"

"Not sure yet, but I'm sure the murderer won't give up tonight. You have inspired his desire to challenge. I can almost guarantee that there will be a ninth corpse in the Red Church." Kakashi opened the car with soil and sat in the cab , "Strengthen the police force, start martial law during the day, notify residents to lock their doors and windows, and absolutely not to go out today."

"Okay, I understand, I will notify you immediately."

Kakashi hung up the phone, and adjusted the rearview mirror habitually after turning on the power.

Madara smiled at him from the backseat.

The curvature of the corner of the mouth is the same as that on the mask.

"Hi."

TBC

That song is "Quiet Inside (Heart Like Still Water)" by Andy Tubman, strongly recommended, nice

And it is extremely suitable for Madara, whether it is this article or the original work