Lost and Spy

Chapter 238 Spiritual Induction
Noma Taoan saw Nasri for the last time half a month ago.

Nasri's mental state was extremely poor. When he saw someone, he didn't speak, but just muttered to himself.

It looks a little crazy.

Noma Momoan was a little scared when she saw it.

"He's really pathetic."

Noma Taoyasu sighed because of a Frenchman: "I remember when he was kidnapped just now, he was still very arrogant and kept yelling something. But Ichikawa Yuma locked him in a very narrow In the burrow, chain him up. Throw some food into the burrow every few days..."

Meng Shaoyuan knew this all too well.

When a person is imprisoned in extremely bad conditions, no one talks to him, and there is no possibility of rescue, the person's spirit will collapse very quickly.

I used this trick when I dealt with Shimamoto Narumi.

Now, he has a plan.

And he thinks a plan with a high probability of success.

There is absolutely no perfect plan in the world. Any plan that has been carefully planned in advance will always encounter unexpected events that are difficult to prevent.

A plan that comes from a sudden inspiration is often more effective.

From He Guangtao's talk about the conflict between Japan and France, a plan has vaguely appeared in Meng Shaoyuan's mind.

But he still missed the point.

But now, Noma Taoan's information gave him an "idea".

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 [-] yen!"

……

Pinghe Street.

This is also part of the Japanese Concession. Going west from Pinghe Street, there are several abandoned warehouses.

There used to be glory here.

However, with the extension of the Japanese Concession, the warehouse here began to show its disadvantages such as inconvenient transportation.

With the completion of the construction of the warehouse on Xiechang Road, this place was completely abandoned.

I don't know when a lot of household garbage was dumped in the original warehouse.

Whenever it comes to summer, the stench here is so bad that no one wants to get close to it.

The Industrial Bureau of the Japanese Concession apparently had no intention of governing the area.

Although it is already spring, the smell is still very bad.

When Meng Shaoyuan passed by those rubbish, he couldn't help covering his nose.

But look at Noma Taoan's appearance again, but she doesn't care at all.

Several dilapidated warehouses appeared.

Noma Momoyasu came to the last storeroom in a familiar way.

Not a single guard.

The air in the warehouse is dirty, making people feel out of breath.

Noma Taoan came to a corner of the warehouse, bent down on the ground and opened the door of the crypt: "This place was originally used to store castor oil in summer, but it was abandoned later. Nasri is inside. After entering, there is a pull switch on the left hand. "

Meng Shaoyuan really didn't know what was going on in the minds of the Japanese.

Keep the prisoner here, and think of throwing some food in every few days.

Just get rid of Nasri and kill him soon?
Noma Taoya didn't have the guts to take Nasri out and use it as a threat.

He's just a ronin.

He has no guts to deal with those high and powerful people.

"Wait outside."

Holding a bag in his hand, Meng Shaoyuan carefully walked down the stairs.

In the crypt, Meng Shaoyuan almost vomited out the stench.

According to what Noma Taoya said, I found the pull switch, and when I pulled it, the dim light turned on there.

Meng Shaoyuan finally saw Nasri.

Has been detained for three months, right?

Nasri put on an iron chain and sat in a corner with his knees hugged. His hair was dirty and disheveled. When he saw someone coming in, he was indifferent and just muttered something.

On the side, there are empty bags everywhere, which are full of food residues, all of which are emitting an unpleasant smell.

In a large basin, there was blackened 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 this Frenchman can't 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 can understand English.

Meng Shaoyuan was relieved, he threw the bag in front of Nasli: "Eat, you must be very hungry?"

Nasri opened the bag, and when he saw the contents clearly, he immediately reached in, grabbed half a piece of grilled eel, and stuffed it all into his mouth.

"Your name is Nasri?"

Nasri just ate and didn't answer.

"France, great, great."

Meng Shaoyuan remembered that He Guangtao had introduced himself that this Nasri was a big Frenchist.

Sure enough, after hearing these words, Nasri's movements slowed down a bit.

Although he had a mental breakdown, those things in his subconscious cannot be forgotten.

Meng Shaoyuan knew the truth, and he lit a cigarette. Only in this way can the stench in the cave be relieved: "The Japanese are mean, they must die...the Japanese kidnapped you, they must die...the Japanese Keep you here, they must die..."

From Nasri's throat, a "Hehe" sound came out.

"You are a great detective. You solved the murder case of Alfonso and his wife. They must die..." Meng Shaoyuan said slowly: "However, because of your outstanding performance, the Japanese despicably locked you here. They must die...No one can challenge the dignity of the French, but the Japanese have done this, they must die..."

He repeated the words "Japanese, they must die" over and over again.

"I want to go out……"

Finally, Nasri spat out these few words with difficulty and vaguely.

"Yes, you want to go out, but the Japanese, they must die." Meng Shaoyuan began to emphasize his tone: "Tell me, how did those Japanese who must die torture you?"

"Hit me... use needles, stab me... leather shoes... kick me..." The faint fragments in Nasri's mind kept flashing: "I, French, Inspector, France, great. Japan, monkey .they, damn…"

"It's not that you deserve to die, but the Japanese must die!" Meng Shaoyuan began to speak faster: "No Frenchman should be tortured, especially you. Kuroki Mata, he tortured you, he must die!"

"No, no, it's not Kuroki Mata...he doesn't have that name...his name...he's..."

"Listen, his name is Heimu Matian." Meng Shaoyuan induced him step by step: "You have been tortured too much, so I can't remember clearly. The person who kidnapped you and tortured you is called Heimu Matian... Hei Mu Matian must die!"

"Kuroki... Asada... must die..." Nasri repeated mechanically.

"Yes, Heimu Matian 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, kill him, kill him, black Mu Matian must die!"

Suddenly, Nasri let out a cry:
"Kuroki Mata, you must die!"

(End of this chapter)