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Chapter 429 Interrogation in Onodera (2)

After this small set of procedures, the head of the interrogation room didn't even ask the devil, and he also turned a blind eye to the death-defying expression shown in the devil's grin.

In just a short while, the belly of this devil is criss-crossed. It seems that people who come out of "Chongqing Boss Dai" have one thing in common. I don't care whether you say it or not. .

After 5 minutes, the expression on the devil's face showed that he had adapted to the pain from the surface of the belly.

The two interrogation room doctors next to him came up to monitor the heart rate, and opened the devil's eyelids with their thumbs and index fingers. After seeing the fierce luster, they nodded, indicating that they could continue.

Seeing this, the leader of the interrogation room twirled his hand, and the bound devil lying on the bed felt himself standing upright. When he opened his eyes, he saw a group of Chongqing Army officers standing outside the cell.

Under the spectators, Onodera kept closing his brain in his heart, and at the same time kept instilling the concept of "I am an excellent spy of the empire, and I will never give in to any torture!"

After the idea was self-instilled, he felt a hemp rope tied around his intact left arm and wrist.

The officers standing outside the cell saw clearly that the rope tied to the devil's left arm was the entire pulley design.

Immediately afterwards, all the restraints that had fixed the devil on the bed were removed, and the wooden board was pushed back, and the devil was hung by a rope.

But the devil's eyes were closed, as if it wasn't him who was hanging.

In this regard, the two assistants next to the leader in the interrogation room directly pulled the rope down and pulled the devil up a bit. His feet did not leave the ground, but only the first half of the soles barely touched the ground.

Li Chong glanced at his watch, and after 2 minutes, the devil's toes began to tap the ground non-stop.

Then the head of the interrogation room came over with a low iron stool and placed it at the devil's feet.

The surface of the iron stool is very thin, just like a big knife, but the contact area is very large. No matter how hard the devil struggled back and forth, he could only reach it on the big low stool.

Just when everyone outside the prison expressed their incomprehension, and even the hanging devil opened his eyes and flashed doubts, the two assistants next to him pulled the rope connecting the pulley, and the devil could only touch the iron with his toes again. stool.

Isn't this superfluous?

The onlookers were having doubts, and found that the leader of the interrogation room took a shovel out of the charcoal basin and shoveled out some red-hot red charcoal, and kept putting it under the iron stool.

The red-hot red coal kept floating with small orange flames, and kept licking the underside of the iron stool.

A group of officers outside the cell couldn't help touching their chins, Ge Laozi, the interrogation room really has all kinds of strange tricks.

The head of the interrogation room looked at the hanging devil and said, "The soles of the feet are the most abundant place for blood vessels in the human body, but I don't like to burn the soles of the feet directly with a soldering iron. It can't tap people's endurance except for a moment of pain and fainting." .This is my innovation. Someone once burned the soles of their feet completely without saying a word. I admire those people very much. I don’t know if you will become the object of my admiration.”

"Of course, since I'm eager to learn something from you, I need to give you more tests."

While speaking, the leader of the interrogation room brought a small pot from the corner, and a small brush poked in to bring out a layer of oil, and then brushed it on the surface of the iron stool!
After a while, all the officers outside the prison door smelled the smell of frying oil, and then there was a "beep, beep, beep, beep, beep" of oil exploding on the iron stool.

As soon as the sound of frying oil sounded, the ghost whose left arm was suspended and whose toes touched the iron stool felt like he was swinging, his toes were twitching up and down non-stop. Changed into a strange posture.

The stabbing pain in the belly, the tearing of the left arm, and the burning of the toes, all of these were constantly tempering the devil's willpower.

For Onodera, he really wanted to numb his brain at this moment, so that he could not feel the pain coming from his belly and below his toes.

But every time I try to make my consciousness sink a little bit, my body will fall, and the bottom of my feet will feel burning when I fall.

This cycle becomes endless.

And the most important thing is that he is always trying to block his brain consciousness, trying to paralyze and hypnotize himself all the time, but for some reason, his brain at this moment is extremely clear.

The leader of the interrogation room stepped aside, took out a small knife from the wall, and turned it skillfully in his hand, preparing to continue to increase the size.

The head of the interrogation room looked at the devil confidently. The expression reflected in the devil's face and eyes at this moment showed that the devil was struggling.

The heads of these interrogation rooms are basically qualified psychological masters, and they can judge from the face of the tortured person how much punishment should be used next.

What's more, even if nothing happens in the end, there is still the last weapon at the bottom of the box that can destroy people's ultimate will: drug extract!
This kind of thing extracted from the big ointment is a technology secretly obtained by the Chongqing Military Command Headquarters from the British in Hong Kong, but the finished product is not high.

Of course, these people who think they are good at interrogation are not willing to use the last trick, not because of the consideration of the interrogator, nor because of the difficulty in obtaining it, but because they feel that using this drug extract is a violation of their professional skills. The lack of self-confidence can only be the proof of one's own incompetence.

After the punishments in front of him, the head of the interrogation room did not use the kind of torture that was violent and the soul was out of his body in an instant, but made the devil feel the pain constantly. This pain was far greater than usual, but it was controlled to make people faint From now on, I will continue to suffer from this devil's spirit in such pain.

Five minutes later, the entire iron stool not only crackled, but also turned red, and the entire interrogation room was filled with a smell of oily smoke.

At the beginning, the devil who looked tough had already howled miserably intermittently. Every time the sole of his foot touched the surface of the hot red stool, he would let out a howl of miserably. The hanging left arm passed away bit by bit with time, and it had completely disappeared. Unable to lift the weight of the whole body.

Onodera kept jumping up to avoid the burning oil on his feet, but every time he jumped up, he would eventually step down. This endless cycle of pain constantly tested his endurance.

At this moment, he extremely hated why his consciousness was still so clear, and why self-hypnosis didn't work at all, even though he also knew that the trick that these nasty Chinese interrogators were playing now made it difficult to distract people at all.

(End of this chapter)