Time flew by second by second, Zhou Zhihan closed his eyes and burned four cigarettes.
The middle-aged man was sweating on his forehead, and Zhou Zhihan could tell that his breathing was a little unsteady, which was a direct manifestation of being unable to calm down.
Zhou Zhihan had seen these methods in movies, TV and novels before he traveled through time. I didn't expect that they could be used now, and they were quite effective.
Silence will make the other party confused in speculation.
More than twenty minutes later, Zhou Zhihan stood up, threw the cigarette butt into the blazing stove, took two ropes, fixed the middle-aged man's left and right hands on the armrests of the bench, and said softly: "I don't have any here. I'm afraid of pain, so I can only tie your hands. This is for your own good! You've heard the story about bone scraping to treat poison, right?"
The man struggled.
To no avail.
My mouth was stuffed and I couldn't speak.
The rope is a live buckle, thin and tough, and the more you struggle, the tighter it gets.
Zhou Zhihan held a cigarette at the corner of his mouth, squinted his eyes, slowly put on his white gloves, slowly opened the small suitcase, took out a bottle of white wine, opened it and smelled it, took a small sip and nodded, then took out a sharp After looking at the razor for a while, the hairs fell out in a circle on his arm, and then he said softly: "I'll help you remove the sore first. The process will be a little painful, so bear with it and get over it!"
The oil lamp swayed slightly, and Zhou Zhihan polished every movement to the extreme. His face flickered in the shadows, his eyes were unpredictable, and the razor flashed in the light.
His fingers were slender, white, soft, flexible and strong. He opened the wine bottle, poured wine on the cotton, and wiped his hands to disinfect.
Ten seconds later.
A paper cover fell.
Blood gushed out like a fountain on the ground.
then.
123456.
It's all over the ground.
Paper armor.
During the whole process, the middle-aged man kept screaming and trembling all over.
Zhou Zhihan whistled, took off his white gloves, poured wine and wiped his hands carefully again, took the clean tea cup, put in a large pinch of the best West Lake Longjing, rolled up the steaming teapot in a towel, and carried it, Pour boiling water into a cup of tea, and the green tea leaves instantly roll and stretch out, revealing their fragrance in the cup, and the aroma of tea overflows.
Zhou Zhihan first picked up the tea cup, closed his eyes and enjoyed the smell, and then lit another cigarette. Without even looking at the middle-aged man, he lay on the recliner beautifully, closing his eyes and thinking about life while puffing away smoke.
The middle-aged man was soaked with sweat, his face was pale, and there were beads of sweat on his hair. He was almost exhausted and slumped on the chair. He didn't know why Zhou Zhihan did this, what was the purpose of doing it, Zhou Zhihan's ruthlessness made him He shuddered.
Zhou Zhihan was too young, and his beard was still young, but he didn't even frown when he wielded the knife. He was very focused, like an artist focusing on sculpture.
He's a ruthless character.
"Fujii Heiji, a Japanese special agent, is thirty-nine years old. He came to China from Japan to receive education at the age of seven. At the age of nine, his speech and movements were the same as those of a Chinese child. At the age of eleven, he became the adopted son of businessman Tang Zhishan, named Tang Yong, you entered Tianjin Business School at the age of sixteen with excellent grades. When you were nineteen, you let your adoptive parents die of illness, took all their property to the United States, pretended to be an overseas student and businessman, and began to collect intelligence for Japan in the United States. , killing many patriotic Chinese.
In your hands, there were 23 Chinese victims, including two Chinese whose entire families died unexpectedly. It was all your work, and it was done flawlessly.
Seven children were among the dead.
That's right, Mr. Fujii. "
After saying that, Zhou Zhihan picked up the tea cup, blew away the tea leaves that were completely stretched out on the water, took a few sips and placed them on the table, slowly chewing a piece of tea that was slightly bitter and sweet, with a very comfortable expression.
It turned out that this middle-aged man was Tang Yong whom Zhou Zhihan met at the Overseas Chinese Association and on Changle Beach.
His true identity is Fujii Heiji, a Japanese spy from the Special High School.
Tang Yong, who was shaking all over just a moment ago, raised his eyelids, his eyes suddenly turned sinister, and he stared straight at Zhou Zhihan, as if he wanted to see through the young man's heart.
Zhou Zhihan continued to drink his tea as if nothing had happened: "I know that everyone in your special high school class has sworn allegiance to the emperor and would rather die than reveal the secret.
But anatomy proves that there is a limit to the human body's ability to withstand pain. Your willpower will soon crumble in front of my razor.
I also know that you people in the special high school are superstitious about your own willpower, so I won’t waste my time talking to you, and I will talk to you directly with a razor, neatly and neatly.
Those seven paper armors were for the seven children who died tragically. "
Fujii Heiji slowly closed his eyes, with a calm expression of contempt. He was wailing just now, and his eyes were begging for mercy because he was not sure why the other party was arresting him, and he had to show a normal expression.
Now, he still doesn't know how he was exposed, but he knows that he is finished and has no way to survive. At this time, he can only carry it to death.
His intuition told him that the other party not only wanted him to die, but also wanted to pry open his mouth and take out all the secrets in his heart before he died.
Impossible to say.
If you say it is death, if you don't say it, you will still die.
As a spy, Fujii knows some secrets, and if he recruits them, it will be even worse.
Needless to say, the torturer will gradually increase the intensity of his tactics and repeatedly torture and interrogate the suspect. The suspect will bite his mouth to death, which will make the torturer angry. If he is not careful, he may be unable to hold back the suspect and beat him to death.
If you die, it will be over.
If you tell me, you will be tortured even more.
Fujii wants to die quickly now. As a spy, he knows what will happen if he falls into the opponent's hands.
He usually prepares to hide several poisons in his body so that he can die at any time, but he was unconsciously knocked unconscious by the other party, and now he cannot die even if he wants to.
"You know that you will definitely die today, so you will fight to the death, but you don't know that the human body's ability to withstand pain has its limits. The cruel training you received in the extra-high-level courses is actually just talk on paper.
The food I serve you will roast your soul out, and you will never know what I will do to you next. "
Zhou Zhihan said, taking the red-hot tongs on the stove, lighting the cigarette, and then...
"Zi~"
A puff of white smoke floated in front of Zhou Zhihan, carrying a burnt smell.
Fujii's hair was almost wet with sweat.
Zhou Zhihan put the poker into the stove and turned up the fire: "I know that you have been trained in the extra-high school class how to endure pain.
Your instructor must have said that if you endure the initial pain, the pain will gradually turn into numbness.
But your instructor must not have told you that pain can also be applied repeatedly, and every time it is repeated, the pain will double. "
While Zhou Zhihan was talking, he took out the poker and looked at it: "If you are sick, you must treat it, otherwise it will kill you if it bleeds out."
He spoke in an understatement that made it seem like he had good intentions.
Fujii felt very hairy when he heard this.
Fujii Heiji lowered his eyelids and tried not to scream, but his body was shaking violently. When he was about to fall into coma several times, he was pulled back again and again by Zhou Zhihan with pokers.
