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Chapter 849 Seeing the Day

Chapter 849 Seeing the Day (7)

Just when Zuo Zhong was thinking about Xu Enzeng being blamed if something happened, the "sufferer" swaggered back to the interrogation room, unaware of the imminent danger.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Director Xu Da seemed a little embarrassed, coughed twice and sat down, picked up a pen and pretended to write something.

After making Wu Chunyang look at Xu Enzeng with a wink, Zuo Zhong walked towards Guo Bin, stopped only one step away from him, slowly bent down and said with a smile.

"Mr. Guo, how did the appetizer taste just now? I advise you to give up your resistance and tell us your real name, identity, military rank, and all the information about the members of the Jiangcheng spy organization.

Although the Republic of China is not a signatory to the Convention on the Treatment of Prisoners of War signed in Geneva in 1929, I am still willing to give you treatment in accordance with your status.

You should know that according to the current international practice, fighters engaged in espionage operations in other countries should not enjoy the right to the status of prisoners of war after being arrested, am I right?

So Mr. Guo must not let down my sincerity, hehe, as an opponent, I really don't want to see you die quietly in a stinky ditch, that would be a pity. "

Zuo Zhong stared into the opponent's eyes, trying to find a trace of panic, fear, and weakness, but unfortunately, Guo Bin's eyes only had contempt and indifference, and he seemed to be a diehard.

This is normal. If it is so easy to be persuaded and instigated, the other party cannot hold such an important position in the espionage organization. The devil is still very cautious in the arrangement of intelligence and personnel.

It seems that relying on conventional methods, the interrogation will not make much progress in a short period of time, and another method must be found, but this matter cannot be rushed. Let this guy suffer first, and then change tactics.

"continue."

Zuo Zhong nodded to Gui Youguang, who was eager to try, turned around and returned to the presiding interrogator's seat, quietly watching Guo Bin being put on the tiger bench by the spies, and painful screams soon rang out in the interrogation room.

Time passed by, and the well-dressed Mr. Wei Yuan turned into a blood man when he came in. His white shirt was whipped into rags, sticking together with the wound and dried blood.

Guo Bin's fair face was distorted under the stimulation of the electric shock and the huge pain. In the end, he opened his mouth wide and looked up at the top of his head, screaming silently, and even dislocated his jaw.

The people present showed no sympathy. Even Xu Enzeng knew that if they fell into the hands of the Japanese, their fate would never be better than this. Intelligence warfare is bloody and cruel like this.

The torture lasted for a whole day. Even if Gui Youguang was an iron man, he couldn't stop eating and drinking, so he took turns with Wu Chunyang and Shen Dongxin, using the secret service's interrogation methods over and over again.

Naturally, the others didn't have the energy to stare at the scene the whole time, so they found a place in the safe house and slept with their clothes on. Xu Enzeng even yawned and left after seeing half of it.

As for whether he really went back to sleep or reported to Erchen, that's unknown. Zuo Zhong just reminded him not to leak information about this place, and he didn't bother to send someone to follow him.

When the sun rose again, Guo Bin, who was already bruised and bruised, "stands" in a strange posture in an iron cage half a person's height, 20 centimeters wide, and 40 centimeters long.

This kind of "standing cage" is completely unergonomic. People cannot stand upright, sit down, or rest in it. Even if they fall into a coma, they will be "woke up" by the spikes on the fence immediately.

Coupled with the fatigue bombardment of the speakers in the interrogation room that kept playing meaningless noises, Guo Bin's self-awareness was gradually obliterated, leaving only the primitive instincts of animals-resting and eating.

Zuo Zhong had a good night's sleep, walked into the interrogation room full of energy, looked at Gui Youguang and Wu Chunyang who were sleeping on the table ignoring the noise, and walked lightly to Shen Dongxin's side.

Amidst the loud noise, he frowned and asked, "How is it? Can the other party's body still hold on? If not, give him adrenaline. You must keep him awake."

"Report, I was checked by a doctor an hour ago, the pulse is a little fast, and the reaction of the pupils to light is a little slow. Overall, I can persist, and I haven't reached the point where the fuel is exhausted."

Shen Dongxin poked Guo Bin in the cage with a wooden stick. He raised his head and revealed a pair of blood-red eyes. When he saw Zuo Zhong, he immediately stretched out his hands to the fence and scratched desperately. scars.

"Well, yes, it looks very energetic. This sentence is good. I'm still worried that he won't be able to hold on. Dongxin, you rarely had the opportunity to practice torture before. This time, you must seize the opportunity and learn more from Gui Youguang. "

Zuo Chong circled the cage twice with his hands behind his back, looked at Guo Bin who had almost degenerated into a beast with great interest, and told Shen Dongxin in his mouth.

Torture is not only a torture for prisoners, but also a test for interrogators. A qualified agent must be able to control violence, not be controlled by violence.

It's just a job, just like a farmer plows the land and a worker does his work. All they do is perform their duties. If you don't understand this, big things will happen.

Nietzsche once said in "Beyond Good and Evil" that if you fight with the dragon for too long, you will become a dragon yourself; if you stare at the abyss for too long, the abyss will stare back.

He didn't want his subordinates and Fa Xiao to become a demon addicted to violence. This kind of person seemed extremely tough, but was actually full of flaws, like fragile porcelain.

Just like Guo Bin in front of them, the neat and orderly items in the other party's house, the squarely folded handkerchiefs when eating, and the abnormal reaction during the interrogation all indicate that this person's obsessive-compulsive disorder is already very serious.

This is a kind of mental illness, and it will be more sensitive under high pressure, causing symptoms such as convulsions, anxiety, and mental disorders. Perhaps it can open a breakthrough by stimulating the other party.

So what to do...

Zuo Chong stroked his chin, his mind running at high speed for a while, and gradually turned his gaze to the noisy horn. He pointed to the target, then pointed to the outside, and whispered something to Shen Dongxin.

Shen Dongxin seemed a little surprised after hearing this, but he still nodded and left quickly. He didn't appear again until two hours later, holding a roll of wire tape in his hand.

Gu Qi and the others also had a good rest at this time. Together with Xu Enzeng, who smelled like makeup, everyone watched as Shen Dongxin turned off the tape recorder connected to the speaker, replaced it with a new tape and flipped the power switch.

"My emperor's tradition has been passed on for thousands of generations, until eight thousand generations, until the small stone becomes a giant rock, until the giant rock grows..."

The loudspeaker is playing the Japanese national song "The Generation of the King". This song was born in 1869 to educate the people to be loyal to the emperor and patriotic. .

It can be said that this is a song that all Japanese must learn. Under the bewitching of "The Generation of the King", the Japanese army gradually extended its claws to Xiaoliuqiu, Northeast China, North China, and Shanghai.

The people present were a little puzzled, why this song was played, wasn't this a disguised form of cheering for the spies, but seeing that Zuo Zhong didn't speak, they could only listen patiently.

On the other side, Guo Bin excitedly followed the song and hummed silently in his heart, but when the song reached the last line, the sound from the speaker suddenly disappeared, and then "Singer Girl at the End of the World" was played.

"The End of the World (Ah) Cape of the Sea~"

This sudden and weird change almost made Guo Bin spit out a mouthful of old blood. He gave Zuo Chong a vicious look, closed his eyes not listening to the singing, and tried to calm himself down.

As a result, at the end of "Song Girl at the End of the World", the music changed to "When Will You Come Again". Xu Enzeng, who was shaking his head and listening to the song, showed an expression as if he was constipated.

In this way, the speakers kept playing songs that were highly sung by China and Japan, but skipped key passages, stirring up Guo Bin's fragile nerves again and again.

Not to mention a patient with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, even everyone in the Secret Service was disgusted. An indescribable feeling of irritability slowly accumulated in his heart, and it became more and more difficult to suppress.

Not only that, Shen Dongxin also ordered the guards to open Guo Bin's eyelids, took out a pair of dominoes and laid them up slowly, glanced at him from time to time with half-smiles.

Although Guo Bin didn't know what the spy was going to do, it was definitely not a good thing. He tried to turn his head with his neck, but the guard couldn't agree to it, and his arms strangled his head tightly.

Seeing the last domino placed, Shen Dongxin took a deep breath, and raised his hand violently to knock down all the dominoes. This scene made Guo Bin fall into anger and madness.

"Asshole! Asshole!"

Guo Bin, who had been silent ever since Zuo Zhong successfully used his words, broke his defense at this moment. This was a welcome sign, even if what the other party said had nothing to do with the case.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, no matter whether the interrogator is voluntary or not, as long as he is willing to communicate, then the confession breakthrough will happen sooner or later, what we need to do now is to continue to exert pressure.

Shen Dongxin grasped the timing accurately. He stepped forward and grabbed Guo Bin's hair, and yelled a question face to face.

"Tell me, what's the matter with that photo, don't play tricks, I have plenty of time to play the little game with you just now, one day, ten days, or a hundred days are fine!"

He wisely started interrogating non-core content to minimize Guo Bin's resistance. After all, it is not only the Chinese who like to reconcile and compromise, but also the Japanese.

This has nothing to do with nationality, but human nature.

For Guo Bin, the spy organization's intelligence is its last line of defense, and it is not so easy to break through. If this is the case, then use a roundabout way to obtain the desired information.

Sure enough, Guo Bin, who was extremely anxious, was obviously relieved when he heard this question. Considering that he had introduced the relevant situation before, he hesitated and began to answer.

According to him, the underground party's follower was apparently the owner of the photo studio, but in fact he was the person in charge of the printing factory. When the party headquarters arrested him, the other party put up a tenacious resistance.

Facing the siege of hundreds of armed spies and professional soldiers, this person could overwhelm them with only an old self-propelled gun, and took the opportunity to burn a large amount of top-secret information.

This includes monitoring Guo Bin's action files, that is to say, the photo was damaged once before it fell into Guo Bin's hands, and then it was burned again when it exploded.

When Guo Bin said this, his tone was a little unconvinced and a little puzzled. He clearly remembered that he had poured kerosene on the photo. Logically, the photo should have been burned to ashes long ago.

But it seems that there is a magical force protecting it, allowing it to escape the fate of being burned twice and helping the Secret Service find the target. It has to be said that this matter is quite mysterious.

God opened his eyes?
Or the blessing of Heroic Spirits?

Zuo Zhong thought about it and shook his head. These are not important. What is important is to dig out the Japanese spy organization, provide a good rear environment for the frontline battle, and avoid spy damage.

After pondering for a moment, he looked at Guo Bin and snorted coldly: "You are so brave, are you still hiding it now, why don't you put the photo at home like other "trophies"?

If I'm not wrong, the underground party's surveillance operation should be guided. The purpose of your doing this is to provoke the relationship between the Guo party and the underground party, thereby undermining the overall situation of cooperation in the anti-Japanese war.

As part of the mission, the photo needs to be submitted to the superior. According to the confidentiality requirements, you can only keep it in the safe room. Member Guo Wei, no, Mr. Spies, is Zuo right? "

Using the photo as a springboard again, Zuo Zhong seized the loopholes in the other party's statement and brought the topic back to the spy organization. Guo Bin was sweating profusely, his body trembling slightly, and he lowered his head.

(Drinking too much concentrated wort juice and concentrated grape juice makes it uncomfortable)

(End of this chapter)

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