Bourne's Nemesis

Chapter 7 Simple Torture
Knowing the strength of the medicine, Zhou Qian pulled Cai Zhengwen up and said, "Take off his clothes and tie him to the chair. Remember to tie it firmly."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Qian jumped into the cellar. There was water and dry food below, and there was no problem staying for a week. There was also an awl and a hammer, which were used to break the water tank. Unfortunately, Zhou Qian did not find any With paper documents, the spies were really careful not to leave any valuable information clues.

Now it is basically certain that Ryuichi Murakami discovered the people at Hangzhou Station, and they obtained the news that Taiga Nakahira and Misako Koitata were burned to death through customers. From this, they inferred that the barber shop had been exposed, and found that the two of them had nowhere to escape, so He just wanted to hide in the cellar for two days, and break out of the water tank when no one was there.

When Zhou Qian came to the barber shop, Ryuichi Murakami was already tied to the shaving chair. Wang Qingnian asked, "Team leader, are you going to interrogate him?"

"Originally, our purpose was to follow him along the way. Unfortunately, Captain Zhou missed the job. Now we can only interrogate him to see if we can get any useful information from him."

"Group leader, do you still use lamp oil?" Wang Qingnian asked,
"There are not ready-made torture tools here." Zhou Qian said, looking at the tools such as razors and scissors on the workbench.

Wang Qingnian was taken aback when he saw these things. Could it be that the team leader wanted to cut his flesh with a razor?

"Go and call Dayong in, just let him be on guard in the backyard."

After the arrangements were made, Zhou Qian checked Murakami's mouth and teeth first to make sure there was no poison hidden, and then splashed him with cold water to wake him up.

When Takashi Murakami opened his eyes and found himself tied to the chair, he was immediately discouraged. At this moment, he looked desperate.

"Team Leader Murakami, didn't you expect that?" Zhou Qian said as he cut the towels into strips with scissors, and then used these towel strips to wrap the razor-sharp blades.

Takashi Murakami looked at the young man in front of him and asked, "Are you also from Fuxingshe Hangzhou Station?"

"Haven't you seen me before? I'm Zhou Qian. I'm new to Hangzhou Station." Zhou Qian was not afraid that he would know this, because in his eyes Ryuichi Murakami was already a dead man.

"You killed Taihe Nakahira and Misako Koitata?"

"You're very smart. It's true that I burned them to death. I wanted to see how you got in touch with the upline."

"It turned out that stupid Zhou Bingliang ruined your plan, didn't you?"

Zhou Qian looked at Murakami Takaichi and chuckled, because his words made him think of a very serious problem, and said: "Even if there are a lot of people coming, they will be very careful, but they are still quickly recognized by you." , it seems that you guys know Hangzhou Station very well.”

Murakami Takaichi realized that he had said something wrong, snorted coldly and did not speak.

Zhou Qian raised the razor wrapped with a towel in his hand and looked at it, and touched the exposed two-centimeter-long tip with his hand, and said, "I know you won't say it unless you suffer. You should think about why Taihe Nakahira and Misako Koitata would tell you about it."

When Takashi Murakami saw that Zhou Qian wrapped most of the razor with a towel strip, only a little bit of the tip of the razor was exposed, he asked incomprehension: "What do you want to do?"

Zhou Qian first looked back at the kettle on the stove, and said: "I will use a razor to cut open your flesh. Don't worry, the razor is very sharp but it will never hurt your bones. After that, I will pour boiling water on the wound. As for whether boiling water will stop the bleeding, I am pretty sure that you will be in great pain at that time, so if you don’t want to suffer, you’d better tell me the truth.”

"After I say it, will you kill me like you killed Zhongping Dahe and the others?"

"Killing them is to not alarm you, just tell me the truth, a living spy operation team leader is definitely more valuable than a dead body, so maybe I won't kill you."

Murakami squinted and looked at the razor that was entangled. At this time, the water in the kettle on the stove was boiling and whining sounded. Although he suppressed his fear, Murakami couldn't help shaking, and his whole body was sweating profusely.

"Go ahead, or I promise you will regret coming to this world."

"I am a samurai of the Great Japanese Empire, China Pig, just come here!" Takashi Murakami roared, but his body trembled even more. Fear and timidity are human instincts, which cannot be controlled by ordinary people.

"If you want to feel the feeling that life is worse than death, well, I'll help you!" After Zhou Qian finished speaking, he asked Wang Qingnian to cover his mouth with a towel, and he used the razor wrapped in a towel strip on the fleshy part of Ryuichi Murakami's arm. He drew a knife hard.

The razor is covered with a towel to ensure that the meat is cut open with one knife. The incision is neat and two centimeters deep. It may be possible to do it without a cloth strip. This is to create psychological pressure on the other party and let him know every time A single stab will only bruise the flesh, but not hurt the bones. The consequence of this is that he cannot wish to die, and he will have to endure long-lasting pain to live.

Because the razor was too sharp, Takashi Murakami didn't feel the pain until one or two or three seconds after the knife went down, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

This knife cut a blood groove about ten centimeters long. The flesh had already been opened, and the wound was instantly filled with blood, which flowed down his arm to the ground.

Takashi Murakami was sweating profusely from the pain, he could not shout out with a towel in his mouth, and he struggled hard with his face flushed, but the rope was tied very firmly, and his tossing like this would only make himself more uncomfortable.

"It's okay, the incision is as deep, and it didn't hurt the bones." Zhou Qian said and used scissors as a dilator to open up the open wound.

Takashi Murakami was in pain with blue veins all over his body. Zhou Qian asked again: "Can we talk now? You can talk later. I actually want to see if scalding the wound with boiling water can stop the bleeding."

Takashi Murakami glared at Zhou Qian angrily. He had received torture training, but this was the first time he had seen such torture. It could be seen that this young man could say and do it.

Seeing that he was still carrying it, Zhou Qian said to Wang Qingnian: "Bring the kettle over here, let's pour boiling water on the wound."

Zhou Qian said the most terrifying things in the softest words, not to mention Ryuichi Murakami, even Wang Qingnian and the others felt weak in their legs, their scalp was numb, and their backs felt cold. I prayed that I would never fall behind Zhou Qian In his hands, this person is simply a devil, and this method is too ruthless.

Zhou Qian took the kettle and aimed the spout at Ryuichi Murakami's knife edge. The steaming spout could already see boiling water. What would happen if it was poured on the wound? Ryuichi Murakami didn't dare to think about it, he was terrified The legs have been clamped.

Now the pain from the wound has come clearly. Murakami does not know what will happen if he is scalded with boiling water, but one thing is certain that he will not be scalded to death, nor will he be killed by pain. Such torture is unheard of. The young man in front of him He was only in his twenties, so he didn't expect the methods to be so vicious.

(End of this chapter)