【Pillar spot】Kill Me Heal Me

24.

This is not the treatment of prisoners or witnesses, this is the third situation given to a specific person by the captain of a thousand hands.

For Madara, life is already a joyless replica. He is deprived of the right to die but must rely on blood to maintain his youth. In the indulgence and joy of getting what you want, you know the value of this face better than anyone.

Although this face is just a pastime for the arbitrary torture when I go crazy.

But even if he changed his tricks day after day to play with those men and women who would kneel at his feet with just a little temptation for him, it couldn't bring him any more throbbing.

He wasn't afraid that Hashirama would find out his identity, because destroying the evidence for him was enough to explain everything, which was really ridiculous. In other people's eyes, a decision that would never be taken lightly was just a verification for him.

To verify that Senshou Zhujian, who was promoted to the top, was nothing more than that in front of him.

Like those men and women, he couldn't stand the slightest temptation from the devil.

The body began to wither again, starting from the hair, the gray withered grass gradually replaced the black hair and climbed up the swirl.

In just one night, he will shrink into an old man who is nearly [-] years old, with no strength to restrain a chicken, haggard and unrecognizable.

However, at this moment, Madara turned a blind eye to the changes in her body, and instead began to hum softly. It was a veritable antique that only people of their age had heard.

It's late at night, but he won't stay in the police station for too long, even if it's okay to be exposed to Hashirama, even if he is very excited to show his inhuman face in front of him, but he is not prepared to let others Seeing through his disguise, they were not his targets.

The window of the interrogation room was blocked by venetian blinds, there was only weird ticking sound in the dark space, his wrists were not chained, and there was a cup of steaming black coffee sitting in front of the interrogation table, Madara was not at all worried that he was about to Multiple possibilities of encounters, even knowing there are people behind.

No matter how long he stayed in this eerie room, how long that person stood behind him.

It seemed that neither of them had a good opening statement yet, and this confrontation would be irreversible once someone was at a disadvantage, so no one took the initiative to speak, and no one broke the silence first.

But Madara was still wrong, even though Senju Hashimama, like all the men and women he had seduced before, couldn't stand the crimson amorous feelings in his eyes, but he was different from them after all.

Senju Bashirama is true and fell in love with Uchiha Madara.

The lights turned on suddenly, Madara didn't have time to turn around, and the next second, he was held down by the person behind him and slammed into the table in front of him hard.

"Boom-"

Accompanied by a loud knocking sound, Madara instinctively bounced off the table after the man let go, he was dizzy and buzzing from the swift blow, and even his ears felt tingling.

"Hey, don't be so rude, if you beat me stupid, you won't get anything."

However, when he opened his eyes and retrieved the picture from the starry sky, what he saw was not the police officer he expected.

Qianshou picked up Madara's long hair, grabbed his throat with one hand, tightened his five fingers, and Madara's artery was throbbing under his palm. He watched helplessly that this man who had already looked like a demon was suffocating. There was still no blood on his cheeks, and the incomprehension and contradiction in his heart almost made him forget that he should let go.

Madara closed his eyes tightly, the incandescent lamp on the ceiling was so dazzling that a golden color appeared in his sight, he held Toikama's wrist but did not intend to tear it away, deep down in his heart he actually longed for death, but he didn't see it. Hashirama was not reconciled to allowing the prey to escape like this. It was not like the other party's style to escape, but he did so, embarrassed like a coward who dared not hold a gun.

Tobima finally let go of his hand, turned around and sat down opposite Madara, staring coldly at the guy who was almost strangled by him, clutching his neck and retching.

The wild curly hair drooped down, restrained because of the weak master, scattered on both sides of the thin cheeks, and the pupils of the eyes were bloody red.

Originally, it was not considered beautiful in any way, but in the dying state, there was only a ray of life left, which made Madara exude a more deadly temptation.

"Tell me, why did you lie to my brother, and what do you want to do to him?"

"Didn't you see what I did?" Madara stared at him faintly, slowly raising the corners of her mouth.

Fei Jian leaned over and grabbed his collar and lifted him up, "Don't show me your disgusting smile, your tricks won't work for me."

Madara turned his head to avoid his fierce eyes, and said softly: "You are not worth my tricks, or are you expecting something?" He continued to smile flirtatiously, and cast an unclear glance at the door, "But The people I like don't end up very well."

"This is your purpose, your next victim, choose my brother?" Although he was blinded by Madara's eyes for a moment, Tomona still grasped the point as quickly as possible and was nervous. stand up.

"Oh, I never said that." Madara shook her head speechlessly.

"Where do you think this is? A tea party held by housewives?" Tobima was irritated by his indifferent tone, and he effortlessly lifted Madara, who had lost a lot of weight, against the wall, and pressed his fist against his throat Ask, "I'm tired of guessing riddles with you, if you want to feel better, just answer me!"

"You're not a policeman—"

"What do you want to do to my brother?!"

Madara closed her mouth, staring at Toboma's red eyes, which were somewhat similar but different from her own, and fell into a short silence between each other.

Finally, he raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "You shouldn't be asking this question."

"He doesn't want to see you." Fei Jian gritted his teeth and stared at him, "Don't think that you are so indispensable, if he wants to see you, I wouldn't be here now."

The fact that his feet were off the ground made Madara uncomfortable, and he had to twist his neck to relieve the nausea, and the door was pressed between the wall and his body, which reminded him of livestock hanging in a slaughterhouse.

"Damn it, you don't think anyone can get something out of my mouth, do you?" Madara sneered at him disdainfully, "I don't even know what to tell you—"

Before he finished speaking, Feijian punched him in the face.

"Is that so?" Tobuma punched him again, "Do you think it's true?" He threw Madara on the window, "You also said that I'm not a policeman, and I don't need to consider the human rights of criminal suspects! "

Madara fell to the ground, and before he got up, he was grabbed by the arm again by Tokima, and he hid in the corner, and Tokama followed him to force him into the corner, until the two returned to the square inch, and Madara He grabbed the wall and let out a sickly shrill laugh.

"Does your brother know that his younger brother is a violent maniac?" He grasped the arm in front of his chest tightly, panting and laughing, "You can try, to what extent will you make me beg for mercy—"

"I know you're a monster," Tobima murmured with complicated emotions, staring at the man under him with provocative breathing that became crazily provocative, "I know this might only excite you, but," He grabbed Madara's hair and forced him to look into his eyes.

"That excites me too."

Regardless of whether he was a monster or not, no matter whether he looked like a human being or not, he probably had this kind of magical power that could make a normal human being fall to his side.

become the devil.

"stop!!"

Hashirama, who broke through the iron door and rushed over, pulled Toikama up from Madara's body, and then pushed Toikama out of the interrogation room, "Leave it to me, you can't do anything worse to him."

"What's more excessive?" Tomona funnyly pointed at Madara who was lying on the ground like a broken doll, gasping for breath, "Compared to what this person has done, is this too much for me?"

"Anyway, you go out first."

"You shouldn't have come here at all! Why did you choose to escape in the first place and then rush in rashly!" Feijian roared angrily, "It's about this man, have you ever done a responsible thing? !"

"But you shouldn't have hit him!"

"I don't need to beat him." Tobuma stared into his eyes, "But I can't guarantee what you will do to this prisoner inside, and I believe you can't guarantee it yourself."

Hashirama replied sternly, "I still remember my professional ethics."

Speaking of this, the two brothers looked at Madara at the same time, and saw that the man was sitting on the ground rubbing his shoulders, as if there was a slight dislocation in the fierce beating just now.

"Your professional ethics is a joke." In the end, Fei Jian fiercely pushed his brother into the interrogation room, and closed the door for them.

It was a pointless bite at first, he and Madara pounced on each other like bloody beasts, until someone stuck a tongue in.

Hashirama choked Madara's throat and pushed him back into the corner, the rough tongue scraped the inside of his mouth, Madara began to struggle due to suffocation, and bit his lip in retaliation.

Madara had gone crazy due to thirst for blood, and was suppressing his last desire when facing Toikama, but Hashirama's rough kiss ignited his remaining sanity, and he threw his police officer to the ground fiercely, tearing Opened his uniform shirt, lay on his chest and bit the side of his neck hard.

Buttons snapping everywhere, mixed with the sound of sucking blood.

Holding Madara in his arms, Hashirama stared at the ceiling and the ridicule echoed constantly in his mind.

Your professionalism is a joke.

"How many times have you told me the truth, Uchiha Madara."

Armed with Madara who had recovered a little bit of strength, the two sat against the wall like soldiers nestled in a trench after being damaged in battle.

Wiping away the nosebleed from Tomona's beating and the blood from Hashirama on his mouth, Madara smiled while resisting the fishy smell.

"Never."

"You shouldn't talk to me like this, maybe you are very strong when you are normal, but now you and I can even crush your bones."

Although his heart throbbed because of Madara's cruelty, Hashirama managed to maintain his superficial calm.

"You can't be my dear," Madara said lightly, "because you love me..."

"Don't call me dear! You make me feel sick!" The calmness suddenly shattered, and Hashirama couldn't believe that he would be furious because of a title.

Hypocrisy, not a word of truth, full of use and lies from the first day they met.

"Although I felt disgusted, I didn't refute the fact that you love me..." Madara's sharp fingers slid around Hashirama's heart, "It seems that falling in love with a devil is normal for the police officer?"

"I told you not to piss me off." Hashirama stood up suddenly and threw Madara on the table. He picked up the chair and strode forward to jam the doorknob, then turned back and pressed Madara who wanted to get off the ground again. went back.

"Why...why did you do this...why did you choose me..."

"The right to choose is never with me, Mr. Police Officer," Madara raised his head and stared at Hashirama's black eyes with a half-smile, "From the moment you gave me the umbrella, it was the olive branch you threw at me. I just Just catch it, don't attribute your wavering to my temptation, if you are firm enough, I didn't take the initiative to offer you a kiss."

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