When Iwabuchi saw Fujikura Seijiro again three times, he was sleeping soundly.
The environment is very clean and quiet.
There was water and food on the table next to it.
There was even a box of cigarettes and matches.
It was obvious that the agents who interrogated him were very attentive.
However, Fujikura Seijiro slept so soundly that he didn't notice anyone coming in at all.
Iwabuchi sighed inwardly three times.
How could he still sleep so peacefully after making such a huge mistake?
Doesn't he have a little bit of remorse and guilt in his heart?
Iwabuchi sat down three times and looked through the files in his hands.
Two servings in total
That was the confession of Seijiro Fujikura and Kenji Maemoto.
Captured at Lingayin Bay, mutinied, and then developed into a spy for the Americans.
He was ordered to sneak into Manila, codenamed "Ike".
The main task is to cooperate with the US military to attack the city, spy on intelligence, and look for opportunities to assassinate the Japanese supreme commander.
There are many more.
Kenji Maemoto’s confession was similar to that of Seijiro Fujikura.
Iwabuchi put down the file three times, picked up the box of cigarettes, looked at them, and then took out one and lit it.
When he smoked the seventh cigarette, Fujikura Seijiro finally moved on the bed, and then slowly opened his eyes.
comfortable.
Fujikura Seijiro had never discovered that sleeping could be so comfortable.
He stretched.
My energy has recovered a lot.
But it still takes a few days to recover before complete recovery.
After all, the damage done to him this time was really too great.
Anyone?
When Fujikura Seijiro saw it, he immediately stood up and shouted in surprise:
"*** man!"
Ah, the *** man is finally here!
"Are you awake?" Iwabuchi asked three times, "Did you sleep peacefully?"
"Ah, good."
Fujikura Seijiro just finished his answer and found that there was something wrong with *** Lang's tone.
He suddenly remembered, was it the so-called evidence he confessed?
Fujikura Seijiro said hurriedly: "***, I was wronged. I have never done those things."
"Oh, really?" Fujikura Seijiro clicked on the confession on the table: "These are all written by you personally, right?"
After speaking, he picked up the file, walked to Fujikura Seijiro, and handed it to him: "Look carefully."
He went back and sat down.
Fujikura Seijiro only read one page and could confirm that it was all his "confession".
"I personally came to you." Fujikura Seijiro did not deny: "But, I was forced!"
"Were you forced?" Iwabuchi asked three times today, seemingly very calmly, "Did you torture you and torture you?"
"No." Fujikura Seijiro shook his head.
Immediately, he raised his voice: "But you don't know, the methods they used are more terrifying than torture!"
"Tell me what they did to you."
Having had Iwabuchi three times, Fujikura Seijiro wanted to pour out all the inhuman torture he had suffered:
"They interrogated me all night, not letting me rest, taking turns, and shining very strong lights on me. You don't know, Mr. ***, how terrifying this is!"
"You mean, depriving you of sleep is more terrifying than torture?" Iwabuchi became calmer and calmer three times.
"No, I mean." Fujikura Seijiro thought for a while and then said: "It's not just about not letting me sleep, but...but..."
He had no idea how to express himself.
Yes, just not sleeping sounds ridiculous.
But only those who have experienced it personally know the kind of mental torture that requires
Far more than physical torture.
"Let me ask you a few questions." Iwabuchi said three times: "Can you ensure that they did not torture you? Physical punishment?"
Fujikura Seijiro shook his head.
"They just don't let you sleep, do they?"
"Yes."
"Didn't you even have a minute to rest?"
"Yes, ah, no." Fujikura Seijiro remembered: "It once made me fall asleep for a short time."
"Did they provide you with food and water?"
"Yes."
"How many meals can I eat in a day?"
"Three meals."
"Is what they eat the same as what you eat? Or is your food worse?"
Fujikura Seijiro said honestly: "Strictly speaking, the food they gave me was richer, while theirs was simpler."
Yes, Fujikura Seijiro does not want to deny this.
During the entire interrogation process, the other party ensured Fujikura Seijiro's diet, and indeed his diet and treatment were better than those of the interrogators.
Iwabuchi continued to ask three times: "Did they use other methods?"
Fujikura Seijiro's thinking was a little confused: "I said, they shined a light on me, and I really couldn't stand it anymore, so I thought of temporarily pleading guilty to those false charges as they said, and then I'll tell you when you come. the truth!"
"the truth?"
Iwabuchi could no longer bear it three times: "What is the truth you call? You are a suspect, right? A group of interrogators are simply interrogating you. In order to find the truth, they will definitely interrogate you non-stop, right? You Can you call this torture?
Oh, by the way, they even let you sleep. A short sleep? On the battlefield, fighting day and night, it is lucky to have a short sleep. Do you know how much sleep I have in a day now? I only sleep two to three hours a day. Can I say that I have also suffered inhuman torture?
They feed you a diet that exceeds their standards. Is this torture? If this counts, then I would rather come here and be tortured. Do you know how precious food is in Manila these days?
A group of bad people in your eyes work hard to find food for you, just to carry out my orders, not to allow you to be abused, and to let you eat and drink well. Is there anything else you are dissatisfied with? "
Fujikura Seijiro became anxious at once: "***ro, I can't eat those things at all!"
When he said he couldn't eat, he meant that he had no appetite due to the torture during the long interrogation process.
But it was different when Iwabuchi heard him three times: "Can't you eat it? Or do you prefer American food?"
"What?" Fujikura Seijiro was stunned: "Are you doubting me?"
"I'm just stating a fact." Iwabuchi said coldly three times: "They are trying their best to treat you as kindly as possible. What about you? You have also been engaged in intelligence work. Do you think there is such a way to interrogate prisoners?
How could a very qualified intelligence worker say these words? Shine a light on you? Could it be that you can't stand it? To put it another way, you are the interrogator and I am the suspect. Do you think I will be afraid if you use these methods on me?
[In view of the general environment,
Seijiro, that's enough, how can I say these words? I'm really disappointed in you. "
Fujikura Seijiro looked at each other blankly.
I'm really disappointed in you. Is this what a good friend just said?
