Itachi sat on his knees on the hay, staring at the position where Yongye's arm disappeared. It was golden, brilliant, and dazzling. It was so different from his red Susanoo.
His lips pursed into a line, and doubts and confusion flashed in his eyes.
After a moment of silence, Uchiha Itachi slowly spoke.
"You don't want to kill me directly, but you want me to take the initiative to admit that I killed Danzo Clan?"
Yongye looked at him, the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly widened.
"Not bad, I finally look like a really smart person."
"Rather than a stupid dog who was deceived."
He took a half step forward, the toe of his shoe touching the bottom rail of the iron fence.
"I'm going to chop you to death, that's inevitable."
"However, I have always been generous and kind, so I will give you three choices."
"One, he admitted to killing Danzo Clan, so he was hacked to death."
"Two, he admitted to assassinating me, so he was hacked to death."
"Three, admit nothing, say that I was wronged, and fight for a chance of survival for yourself."
"Think carefully and choose carefully. I'm looking forward to your... bitch performance!"
Weasel sat on his knees on the hay, lowered his head, staring at a broken grass stem on the ground.
Yongye didn't wait for his answer, took his hand back, put it back in his trouser pocket, turned around, and walked towards the other end of the corridor.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away in the corridor, and the soles of the shoes stepped on the Stone Slab ground, making a soft clicking sound, and then disappeared around the corner.
The cell fell silent.
Weasel sat on his knees on the hay, lowered his head, staring at the broken grass stem, lost in thought.
The first option is to admit that you killed Danzo Clan. The crime is genocide, which will lead to death and will also bear a huge stigma.
The second option is to confess to the assassination of Yongye. The crime is to assassinate Konoha Military Police Force Deputy Director. It is still a dead end. It is also death, but at least it will not bear the reputation of genocide.
The third option is to admit nothing, say that you have been wronged, and fight for a chance of survival.
But is that really life?
Yamanaka Clan, has the secret technique of reading memories.
As long as Uchiha Yongye orders it, the clan leader of the Yamanaka Clan will never dare to disobey, and can only take action and read his memory from beginning to end.
By that time, his assassination of Yongye, all his secret thoughts about Konoha High Command, and Uchiha Clan - all will be revealed.
Those memories that cannot be seen in the light, those secrets that he hides deep in his heart, will be revealed through Inoichi Yamanaka's mind-reading skills.
By then, he would still be dead.
Itachi clenched the hay tightly in his hands, cracking his knuckles as he gritted his teeth and cursed.
"Damn Uchiha Yongye, you took advantage of my weakness and calculated everything!"
In the darkness, the sound of dripping water echoed in my ears.
Sasuke's little face appeared in his mind, raising his head and calling him "brother" with bright eyes.
Itachi opened his eyes, his eyes became sad and angry, and became determined!
Three choices, he chose!
He couldn't let his brother get hurt again!
For his brother, he is willing to bear everything!
Even if there is no recovery, even if the enemy succeeds!
Yongye returned to his deputy Director's Office, took a novel, and began to lie down.
The chair was leaning against the window, and the sun shone in through the window, casting a rectangular spot of light on the table.
"Alas, the novels in this world are completely useless!"
"The great writer Jiraiya is totally nonsense!"
"When I have time, I must publish Teacher Bai's story to let them know what quality is!"
Just as he was complaining casually, the door was pushed open.
Uchiha Izumi rushed in, breathing a little quickly, his chest rising and falling slightly, as if he was running over.
"Yongye-sama, have you caught Itachi?"
"Is he really the murderer?"
"I don't believe it!"
She took two steps forward, stood in front of the desk, put her hands on the edge of the desk, leaned forward slightly, and stared straight at Yongye's face with her almond-shaped eyes.
"Itachi must have been wronged!"
"Master Yongye, please don't believe the rumors easily!"
"Give me a month... no, a year, and I will find the real murderer!"
Yongye leaned back on the chair, closed the novel, and threw it on the table.
"He's in jail."
"As for whether he is the murderer or not, you can ask him yourself."
Quan stared at Yongye for two breaths, pursed her lips, and then let go. She straightened up, turned around, and ran toward the door.
Yongye stared at her slender back, a question flashed in his mind.
If after asking her questions, she comes back and begs him to let her go - will he agree or not?
Uchiha Izumi came to the cell and found Itachi's parents, Uchiha Fugaku and Uchiha Mikoto, also coming.
Uchiha Itachi sat on his knees on the hay, with his back leaning against Stone Wall, his head slightly lowered, his eyes falling on the small patch of ground in front of his knees, his expression cold.
Uchiha Fugaku looked anxious and asked directly Opening Gate: "Did you do it?"
Itachi raised his head and looked at his father.
"That's right."
"I destroyed Danzo Clan."
"He hurt Sasuke."
"I am furious and must take revenge!"
Fugaku was so furious that he took a step forward, his forehead almost hitting the iron fence. Two fingers stuck out from the gap in the fence and pointed directly at Itachi's face.
"You're crazy!"
"Sasuke has been rescued!"
"If you do this, you will not only be dead!"
"And I will bear eternal infamy!"
Itachi looked at his father's face that was distorted by Rage, at the blue veins popping up on his forehead, and at his trembling fingers that stretched out through the iron fence.
"I know, but I've already done it!"
"There's no turning back!"
"Don't tell Sasuke, it's because of him."
"Tell him it's because of my personal enmity with Danzo!"
Fugaku's fingers froze in mid-air. His lips trembled violently twice, and he wanted to say something, but only a vague sound came out of his throat. He retracted his hand, took a half step back, and his back hit the stone wall behind him, making a muffled sound.
His shoulders slumped down, and his whole body wilted like a cabbage beaten by frost.
Mikoto took half a step forward, stood in front of the iron fence, bent down, and stared into Weasel's eyes.
"Itachi, tell me honestly!"
"Did Hiruzen Sarutobi, the man who suffered a thousand cuts, give you the order?"
Itachi raised his head and looked at his mother's face, which was slightly red from anxiety.
"No."
"It's my personal decision."
Mikoto stared at him, with countless emotions surging in her heart...Rage, helplessness, grief, and despair were mixed together, making her breath tremble.
She gritted her teeth and made her last effort!
"Hiruzen Sarutobi, he has already run away, you don't have to cover for him!"
"You are just following orders and are just a controlled butcher knife!"
"Tell me, that's it!"
Itachi heard his mother's intention - a ninja who obeyed orders, a controlled butcher knife, and maybe, there was still hope of survival.
But he still shook his head and said firmly, "No, I just want to do it myself!"
Uchiha Mikoto, fell to his knees in despair.
Quan stood at the back, looking at Itachi through the iron fence, and spoke tremblingly.
"If you are really a murderer."
"Then tell me, besides Third Hokage and Kakashi, who else are there?"
Itachi looked at her with a calm gaze without any ripples.
"I'm acting alone."
"I'm not the same as those people."
"I don't know their identities."
Quan's hands clenched the iron fence tightly, looking miserable.
The three of them asked and persuaded repeatedly, but Itachi still insisted that he was the real murderer, and they had no choice but to leave.
In the corridor, the footsteps of three people staggered on the Stone Slab ground.
Mikoto walked in front, her steps getting faster and heavier. She reached the end of the corridor, stopped suddenly at the corner, and turned around.
"I'm going to beg that guy."
She gritted her teeth, and every word she spoke was filled with determination.