Moyasu Noma last saw Nasri half a month ago.
Nasri's mental state was extremely poor. He didn't speak when he saw someone, and just muttered to himself.
It looks a little crazy.
Noma Momoyasu was a little scared when she saw it.
"He's really pathetic."
Noma Momoyasu actually sighed for a Frenchman: "I remember when I just kidnapped him, he was very arrogant and kept shouting something. But Ichikawa Yuma locked him in a very narrow place Lock him up with iron chains in the cave. Throw some food into the cave every few days..."
Meng Shaoyuan knew this all too well.
When a person is imprisoned in extremely harsh conditions, with no one talking to him, and no possibility of rescue, the person's spirit will quickly collapse.
I used this trick when I dealt with Shimamoto Narumi.
Now, he has a plan.
And he thought it was a plan with a high probability of success.
There is absolutely no perfect plan in the world. Any plan that is carefully planned in advance will always encounter emergencies that are difficult to prevent.
Plans that come out of a sudden inspiration are often more effective.
From what He Guangtao mentioned about the contradiction between Japan and France, a plan had vaguely appeared in Meng Shaoyuan's mind.
But he still missed the point.
But now Noma Moyasu's information finally gave him an "inspiration".
He knew what to do.
Meng Shaoyuan drank the wine in the glass and then took some food: "Then, take me to Nasri now, and your reward will be 10,000 yen!"
Peace Street.
This is also part of the Japanese Concession. Going west from Pinghe Street, there are several abandoned warehouses.
There was a time of glory here.
However, as the Japanese Concession expanded, the warehouses here began to show their many disadvantages such as inconvenient transportation.
With the completion of the construction of the Xiechang Road warehouse, this place was completely abandoned.
I don’t know since when a large amount of domestic waste was dumped where the warehouse was.
Every summer, the stench here is so strong that no one wants to come near it.
The Ministry of Industry and Industry Bureau of the Japanese Concession obviously has no intention of regulating this area.
Even though it's spring, the smell is still very unpleasant.
When Meng Shaoyuan passed the garbage, he couldn't help but cover his nose.
But looking at Noma Moyasu's appearance, she didn't care at all.
Several dilapidated warehouses appeared.
Noma Momoan arrived at the last warehouse with familiarity.
Not a single guard.
The air in the warehouse is filthy, making people feel breathless.
Noma Momoyasu came to the corner of the warehouse, bent down on the ground and opened the door of the cave: "This was originally used to store castor oil in the summer, but it was later abandoned. Nasri was inside. After entering, there was a pull switch on his left hand. "
Meng Shaoyuan really didn't know what the Japanese were thinking.
Lock the prisoner here and throw some food in every few days when he remembers it.
Just kill Nasri and silence him soon?
Noma Moyasu didn't have the guts to take Nasri out and use it as blackmail.
He is just a ronin.
He didn't have the guts to deal with those in high positions.
"Wait outside."
Meng Shaoyuan held a bag in his hand and carefully walked down the stairs.
The stench in the cave made Meng Shaoyuan almost vomit.
According to Noma Moyasu, I found the pull switch, and when I pulled it, the dim light came on.
Meng Shaoyuan finally saw Nasri.
Have you been detained for three months?
Nasri was chained up and sat in a corner with his knees in his arms. His hair was dirty and disheveled. When he saw someone coming in, he was indifferent and just kept mumbling something.
There were empty bags everywhere, full of food residue, all exuding an unpleasant smell.
In a large basin, there was black water.
"Hey."
Meng Shaoyuan tried to say hello to him.
Nasri didn't seem to hear it at all.
What Meng Shaoyuan is most worried about now is that the Frenchman cannot understand English. He tentatively raised the bag in his hand and said in English: "Eat, food."
Nasri finally reacted and looked here with dull eyes.
Well, he understands English.
Meng Shaoyuan felt relieved and threw the bag in front of Nasri: "Eat, you must be starving, right?"
Nasri opened the bag, and when he saw the contents clearly, he immediately reached in, grabbed half a piece of grilled eel, and stuffed the whole piece into his mouth.
"Your name is Nasri?"
Nasri just ate and did not answer.
"France is great and amazing."
Meng Shaoyuan remembered that He Guangtao introduced to him that Nasri was a big Frenchist.
Sure enough, after hearing these words, Nasri's movements slowed down.
Although he suffered a mental breakdown, the things in his subconscious could not be forgotten.
Meng Shaoyuan was convinced. He lit a cigarette. Only in this way could the stench in the cave be relieved: "The Japanese are despicable, they must die... The Japanese kidnapped you, they must die... The Japanese Lock you here, they must die..."
Nasri's throat made a sound of "Hehe".
"You are a great detective who solved the murder case of Alfonso and his wife. They must die..." Meng Shaoyuan said slowly: "But because of your outstanding performance, the Japanese despicably locked you up here. They must die... No one can challenge the dignity of the French, but the Japanese did this, and they must die..."
There he repeated the words "Japanese, they must die" over and over again.
"I want to go out……"
Finally, Nasri's mouth came out with difficulty and slurred these words.
"Yes, you have to go out, but the Japanese must die." Meng Shaoyuan began to emphasize his tone: "Tell me, how did those Japanese who had to die torture you?"
"Hit me... use a needle, prick me... leather shoes... kick me..." The looming fragments in Nasri's mind kept flashing: "I, the French, the detective, France, the great. Japan, the monkey .They, damn..."
"It's not that they deserve to die, but that the Japanese must die!" Meng Shaoyuan began to speak faster: "No French person should be tortured, especially you. Kuroki Asada, he tortured you, he must die!"
"No, no, it's not Kuroki Asada... He's not called that name... His name is... His name is..."
"Listen, his name is Kuroki Mada." Meng Shaoyuan guided him step by step: "You have been tortured too much, so you can't remember clearly. The person who kidnapped you and tortured you is called Kuroki Mada... Hei Mumata must die!"
"Kuroki...Asada...must die..." Nasri repeated mechanically.
"Yes, Hei Mu Ma Tian must die." Meng Shaoyuan emphasized again: "The dignity of the French cannot be provoked. You have been insulted. You are living like a dog. So, go out now and kill him. Kill him. Black Mumata must die!"
Suddenly, Nasri shouted:
"Kuroki Asada, must die!"
