【Pillar spot】Kill Me Heal Me

22.

Kakashi didn't know that the operating room he was in was monitored, and the murderer's words and deeds did not reveal to him that all of this was actually exposed to the police.

He was so arrogant that he told the police the address. Even though there were many fake news that confused people's eyes, as long as the police were willing to spend time looking for those places one by one, they would come here.

It wasn't until Kakashi came into contact with the murderer that he realized how superficial his previous guesses were about him. He could deduce the murderer's modus operandi, habits, even appearance, and personality, but he still couldn't figure out his motive for committing the crime. He once judged that the murderer was a person with A pagan with extreme beliefs, but this idea was inevitably overthrown by himself after being kidnapped.

He hated the world, and he seemed to hate himself.

Seeing the murderer fiddling with something in front of the medicine cabinet with his back on his back, his back was unspeakably familiar. He should have seen it somewhere before, but there are so many similar people, but few people can leave a deep impression on him. and less.

In addition to the disinfectant water, there was a faint smell of sea salt in the room, and the black hair scattered outside the hood was not the length that ordinary men would grow.

Finally the murderer turned around, and Wannian's smiling face under the surgical light was as pale as paper, Kakashi wished he could even take off the black cloak, tearing the guards from the murderer's arms down to his teeth.

"Who would have thought that a serial murderer who is so bold as to act recklessly is a coward who doesn't even dare to show his face?"

Ignoring Kakashi's mocking heartfelt words, the murderer walked towards him with a needle.

"The ability to resist stress is surprisingly weak," the unmasculine voice whispered in Kakashi's ear, "Is Mr. Police Officer, who is sweaty at this level, also a coward?"

Kakashi tilted his head in disgust to avoid the murderer's hypocritical wiping, and the white handkerchief he let go of in the refrigerator gave him goosebumps, and there was a light floral fragrance on it that didn't match the murderer's temperament.

He suddenly remembered the bunch of mallows he saw in the church last night. It was this thing, he thought. After seeing that bunch of mallows, he met the evil spirit in the black mist.

There are no coincidences in the world.

"Soon, soon you will be free." The murderer's voice was so soft that it could barely cover the current of the voice changer, "The police are looking for you, and they will even call in some police forces that were supposed to surround me tonight."

"They won't do that," Kakashi stared at the smiling face without any timidity, "Captain Thousand Hands won't allow that."

"Oh of course they would...who are you...you are someone's baby..." The murderer's fingertips caressed his cheek and hair, they were so close that Kakashi could smell him It's like the moldy smell that only emanates from ancient archives.

It's obviously a human being, but he can't feel any warmth when the nose tips of both sides are about to jump together.

"You never thought about redeeming yourself? At least you can fight, forgive, or something else."

"Forgive?" The murderer seemed to have heard some great joke, "What crime do you think I committed? Stealing candy from the neighbor's children?"

"But if you go on your own way, there will be no way out!"

"Don't educate me with your old rhetoric!"

This is simply hopeless nonsense.

Kakashi only felt a chill on his neck, and then a gulp of liquid was injected into his body, and a strong sense of dizziness and pain swept over him immediately, "What did you inject me with?"

"I can't let you run away before the prince arrives." The murderer let out a series of weird laughter after seeing Kakashi's twisted and painful expression, "I'll tell you secretly, I met the real prince, he was in the castle Weeping before, because his princess died and got the plague."

Thinking of that person, Kakashi's heart felt like it was soaked in lemon juice, it was already full of sourness without using force, and the effect of the medicine spreading from the neck to the limbs wreaked havoc in every cell.

People in their line of work have more or less joked about life and death, but it's another matter to really imagine it.

What would Obito do if he really died...

He used to tease him with this sentence.

Going back and asking himself now, he found he couldn't get an answer.

Suddenly there was movement outside the door, and the murderer suddenly pulled out the needle and strode away.

Kakashi braced his drooping eyelids and clenched his fists tightly. Although he heard the sound of fighting in the corridor, he was powerless. There was no window on the wall of the operating room, and the knife that could cut off his shackles was within reach. He couldn't reach the cabinet.

Just when he was looking for a way to counteract the drowsiness caused by the drug effect, the sound of fighting outside the door stopped abruptly with a loud bang, and a few seconds later a man in black wearing sunglasses and a mask walked in quickly and took him Pushed out with the bed.

"Who are you?" Kakashi was tormented by anger and drugs at the mercy of others. He saw that there was no murderer in the corridor, and this was not an abandoned hospital.

White smoke of freezing air came from the crack in the door of the passing mortuary, blowing on his sweaty body from the electric shock, chilling his bones.

Of course he didn't get an answer, so he couldn't confirm whether this was the murderer's accomplice, although it didn't look like it.

"Where are you taking me?!"

How bad is luck to run into the second wave of robbers?

How bad luck is it to be locked in a morgue full of dead bodies?

Sitting on the only empty bed, Madara took off his mask and placed it on a dead man next to him.

As early as 170 years ago, he should have become one of them, or the choice at that time was wrong. Death is never a punishment, but life is. He should seek a completely new life instead of letting this decayed body After seeing all the warmth and coldness of the world, he continued to linger on his last breath.

Subconsciously, he used the cold tip of the knife to soothe his beating heart. The blade cut through the flesh gently, bringing out round and lustrous blood-colored pearls. From the corners of his eyes to his chin, he stroked his cheek cruelly and gently with the dagger.

However, no matter how terrible the wound was, it would heal automatically in a few minutes, leaving bright red blood on the pale cheek as evidence of self-harm.

He stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick off the smelly blood, like a traveler who has walked in the desert for three days and three nights and finally found a puddle. Without the supply of fresh blood, his skin would dry up and his muscles would atrophy. , His long hair will turn into withered grass covered with lime, and overnight he will become an old, decadent, powerless centenarian.

That's what he really looks like.

At such a time, his rationality will gradually die out, and only the most loyal instinct to desire will remain in the end.

Holding a dagger in his hand, he stuck to the wall in the mortuary, looking up involuntarily. The pale ceiling rotated with his vision, and the world became distorted.

He suddenly raised his leg and kicked a hospital bed, and the corpse with the name tag on it almost slipped to the ground with inertia.

Finally, Madara's legs went limp and he sat on the ground, leaning against the door panel, making hopeless scratches with the dagger.

"You can't lock me here..."

The man in black who had successfully transferred Kakashi was standing at the door.

"Sasuke...you can't treat me like this..."

Madara was about to cry and giggled like a broken doll, poking the door panel with the tip of his knife with a mournful face, even if he couldn't see the face of the man in black, he knew that the man in black was watching him silently just a step away.

"let me out……"

"What kind of reckless behavior is this? Show it live to the police, and reveal the location to the police." Sasuke took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "They are stupid if they are not caught. If they are found, they just go to the police station." I can't understand you anymore if I play this kind of game with the idea of ​​playing this kind of game, but I can't be discovered because of you, even if you have no scruples, I can't let you do whatever you want."

"...so... where did you hide the profiler...?"

"A place that won't connect with you."

"...Anyway, you let me out first..."

"You find a way out by yourself, I know you always have a way."

"Sasuke?" Madara patted the door, "Sasuke..." He sat on the ground with his legs flattened and closed his eyes helplessly, "Do you have the heart to leave me alone in the morgue..."

After a long time of no response, Madara could only come to the conclusion that there was no one outside the door.

After a brief blank, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

At that time, he was injecting the remaining half of the liquid in the needle tube into his arm.

"Officer Thousand Hands, help me..."

23.

When Hashirama found the staff of the mental hospital and opened the locked door of the mortuary, Madara, who was leaning behind the door, suddenly collapsed on his feet like a cloth bag.

Hashirama quickly caught the unconscious Madara, but was pushed away by Obito who rushed out of the operating room.

"Where's Kakashi?! I asked you where the others are?!" Obito grabbed Madara's collar and roared, "Open your eyes, bastard!! What are you pretending to be!!"

"Didn't you see that he is also a victim?!" Hashirama hurriedly protected Madara, who was almost shaken apart by Obito, and hugged him as much as he could, but Obito didn't buy him, even if Madara There was no movement at all, and he thought he must be awake.

"The picture on the monitor is obviously that room!! Even if something unexpected happened later! The murderer really didn't come back! How can you guarantee that he is not him?!"

"I can't promise." Hashirama hugged Madara with a gloomy face, and walked out without wanting to talk to Obito.

"Since we've talked about this, I don't want to quarrel with you," Obito followed quickly, his voice trembling because of suppressed anger, "Now that the clue is broken, another person ran out, what do you want me to do? ?! I will ask you what should I do now?!"

"Don't you just suspect him?" Hashirama looked at him suddenly, "Give me the evidence, and I will interrogate."

"You asked me to find the evidence?!" Obito blurted out, "My first task is to find Kakashi!!"

"Or do you treat the other police officers as dead?" Hashirama sharply retorted, "Because my priority now is to treat Obito with Madara." After that, he quickened his pace, letting Obito, who was getting farther and farther behind, angrily yell at others roar--

"Do you have to go through something to see a person clearly?! This is the captain you get excellent every year!!"

Sending Madara into the back seat, Hashirama closed the car door, hugged his limp body, supported his head and rested it on her shoulder.

"Where are you going now?" Looking at Hashirama in the rearview mirror, sticking his lips to Madara's forehead in a possessive gesture, Naruto decided to pretend not to notice.

"Police station."

"Don't you go to the hospital first? I think he's still unconscious."

"No need."

Hashirama's arms tightened involuntarily, as if he wanted to completely melt Madara into his own flesh and blood.

Madara's brows were slightly frowned, under this kind of force, anyone with normal perception would feel pain.

There was one thing they both knew.

The moment Madara fell down, Hashirama walked along the needle held in his palm.

Madara's hand was pressing on Hashirama's trousers pocket at this moment, and under the thin fabric, the outline of the syringe was clear and transparent.

As for the other cloaks, masks, and daggers that were thrown into the body bag by Madara, perhaps it was a tacit understanding. When they came, Hashirama notified the hospital and sent all the dead bodies that had already filled the morgue to the incinerator within today. .

No evidence will be found, at least not anytime soon.

Madara's hand slowly slid along Hashirama's waist and down her spine.

Naruto forced himself not to always look in the rearview mirror.

TBC