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Wang Manchun came out of Yonglong Tea Shop, gave orders at No. 76, and hurried back to the Super High School Prison.She wanted to tell Ming Lou the plan they had agreed upon before he was interrogated again.However, she still underestimated Kawasaki Hiroshi's cruelty.Said it was a retrial at dusk, and he didn't even allow the military policemen under him to finish their lunch, so he couldn't wait to make a confession under hallucinogens to Minglou, who was not yet fully awake.Anyone who has just experienced the struggle of being resurrected from the dead will have an instinctive fear of pain and death at this time.As a doctor, no one is better at seizing a person's most vulnerable moment physically and mentally than Hiroshi Kawasaki.He injected different hallucinogens into Minglou again and again, imitating various voices and tones over and over again to lure him to speak.After tossing and tossing for a long time and still getting nothing, this beastly demon once again launched another round of inhuman torture on Minglou.

When Wang Manchun stepped into the torture room, he was almost overwhelmed by the smell of blood.For a person like her who can be said to be soaked in blood every day, the overwhelming scarlet in front of her eyes is still so intense and gorgeous that it exceeds her maximum tolerance.Probably because it was already unbearable to be suspended, Minglou was bound to a special torture chair covered with spikes this time.Hundreds of densely packed small nails pierced his body, and he sat like this in the pool of blood that gushed out again and dried up, with his head held high, and he gritted his teeth to try his best to suppress the unconscious painful twitching of his body. It reveals the fearlessness and calmness of seeing death as home.

Wang Manchun couldn't look any more, and looked away in a panic, only to notice the oxygen cylinder infusion stand and various medical plasma emergency equipment newly placed in the corner of the room.Hiroshi Kawasaki, the devil, was actually preparing for rescue while he was being executed. He wanted to make people desperate to survive and endure the utmost pain.

"Miss Wang, it's just in time!" Hiroshi Kawasaki squinted his eyes to look at her with excitement and intoxication on his face: "I heard that you interrogated his younger brother and pulled out all ten of his nails."

His eyes lit up, and he grabbed Minglou's slender and slender fingers with a weird smile: "Actually, whether it's the old methods of pinching fingers, nailing bamboo sticks, or pulling out nails, they are still too fast, and the pain is not enough. I've got a new idea, and I'm going to try it out on him."

As he spoke, he beckoned, and the people below handed over two solid wooden boards the size of bricks.Hiroshi Kawasaki took it and played with it in his hands, his face full of blood and excitement.

Wang Manchun's heart was beating wildly, but he couldn't stop it as he watched.

At this moment, a Japanese military police suddenly opened the door and reported: "Mr. Kawasaki, Mr. Fujita, please go."

"now?"

"Yes, it's urgent."

Hiroshi Kawasaki, who was in high spirits, was interrupted, put down the plank resentfully, and threatened Minglou: "Just give you some time to think about it. Tell me the contact information of the Military Command Shanghai Station, otherwise, you may lose your hand." .You should think about it carefully!"

After Hiroshi Kawasaki left, Wang Manchun winked at the Japanese soldier who came in to deliver the message.He immediately smiled and waved to the two remaining people in the room, making a gesture of eating.

"Director Wang..." The two turned to Wang Manchun inquiringly.

Wang Manchun nodded indifferently, and said lightly: "You guys also take a rest, it's hard work. I'll come to persuade the prisoner again."

They were finally the only ones left in the torture room.Wang Manchun couldn't bear it anymore and rushed to Minglou, stretched out his hand but stopped in mid-air.

There were wounds and blood everywhere, and there was not a single bit of intact flesh and blood on the whole body.She wanted to hug him, but she had nowhere to start, and wherever she touched, it would hurt his wound.She couldn't hug, didn't dare to hug.

"Senior brother, why bother to endure these hardships? It's just a bit of information, can it be more important than life? Cooperate with us and end this suffering!"

There was a monitoring device in the torture room, and she tried to maintain her normal voice while speaking the words of persuasion, tears pouring down like rain.

Minglou gave a cold snort as an answer, and raised his hand with difficulty, reaching her sleeve within the moving range.She hastily held his hand lightly between her palms, lowered her head to breathe warmly, and kissed the fingertips that were nearly unconscious under the long-term continuous forceful stretch one by one.

A warm smile emerged from the corners of his pale, bloodless lips, adding a bit of anger to his whole being.Minglou looked at her quietly, and struggled to wipe away the tears on her face with his stiff fingers, his still firm and bright eyes were full of tenderness and comfort.

Wang Manchun suppressed tears, quickly stuffed the hidden oral morphine into his mouth, seized the time to tell the rescue plan in the palm of his hand, without daring to stop:

"Senior brother, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and you will be right when you turn back. When did such a smart person become so confused?"

"Mr. Kawasaki was my teacher when I was in Japan. No one can resist his methods. If you say it early and get rid of it, why do you have to break your muscles and bones?"

"Brother, don't be stubborn anymore, it's useless. As long as you open your mouth, everything can be done again, and you can still be that high-ranking and powerful Ming officer, okay?"

Minglou waited intently for her to finish knocking, then nodded slightly to express his understanding, but there was a little uneasiness in his brows and eyes.

Don't worry, Ah Cheng and I will definitely protect the eldest sister's safety.

She tapped this sentence twice in his palm.

Minglou smiled in relief, and forcefully squeezed out a cold sentence from his hoarse throat: "Don't dream!"

Wang Manchun looked at the bloody and weak man with blurry eyes, but was still trying to smile at him, and typed the same sentence over and over again:

You have to hold on!

Minglou nodded again, with a calm and gentle expression, as if he was not sitting on a spiked torture chair but on the green grass of the campus.

Come on, don't stay here.

He tapped out this sentence slowly and with great difficulty with extremely inflexible fingers, his eyes were watery, and he smiled lightly.Just like those sunny afternoons in the past, he loved pets endlessly urging the little girl who was tired of being in his arms and refused to leave to go back to class...

Wang Manchun stared at him obsessively, and couldn't help leaning forward to kiss his blood-stained lips...

However, the sound of footsteps on the corridor came at this moment.

Wang Manchun quickly got up and wiped her tears to touch up her makeup, and said in a condescending tone:

"Brother, you must be so stubborn, I really can't help you!"

He turned around and wanted to leave, but was blocked by Kawasaki Hiroshi who pushed the door in and said, "Miss Wang, don't go. Since he is so stubborn, let's take a look together, which one is better, my new idea or your nail pulling?" Stimulate?"

The two wooden boards went up and down, clamping Minglou's right hand in the middle, tied them tightly with a rope, and placed them flat on the table.

"I have to say, you guys are really not simple. You don't speak up here, and your accomplices outside don't even evacuate, and have been pretending to be you to contact Chongqing, trying to give the military minister the illusion that you have been wronged. Fujita-kun begged me to pry your mouth open as soon as possible, regardless of the means and consequences."

Hiroshi Kawasaki picked up the hammer from the torture table covered with tools, picked out a ten-inch long and thin steel nail, placed it in the middle of the wooden board, and gestured with it, and said to Minglou with pity: "Last chance, do you want to talk about it? "

Minglou turned his face away indifferently, closed his eyes and said nothing.

The hammer swung.Once, again, slowly and rhythmically falling down, pushing the steel nails to penetrate the wooden board inch by inch, piercing the back of the hand, drilling vertically and sharply deep into the flesh and blood, slowly piercing the palm of the hand, and nailing into another wooden board .The resistance of the two hardwood boards made the whole drilling process extremely slow and exacerbated the pain.

The ten-inch-long steel nails were finally completely submerged into the planks.Hiroshi Kawasaki put down the hammer, his evil eyes were full of bloodthirsty and cruel excitement: "How is it? How does it taste?"

Minglou gritted his teeth, sweating profusely all over his body.He knew that Manchun was still there.Kawasaki Hiroshi, a perverted maniac, is no longer willing to enjoy the bloody blood alone, he wants to show off his "masterpiece" to others.In such a scene, his little girl might go crazy, right?Desperately enduring the excruciating pain, he tried his best, using all his restraint to hold back without showing any pain.Taking a deep breath, the corners of her lips were pursed into a faint smile.

Kawasaki Hiroshi was finally irritated.He stopped wasting his tongue and hammered steel nails into the wooden boards one by one.From the palm to the fingers, every time a nail is nailed, the muscles, bones and joints where the nail tip penetrates are crushed.Blood oozes from the cracks in the wood in strands, flows across the table, and drips to the ground, forming deep and shallow puddles of blood.

Wang Manchun had no expression on his face, he just kept watching.

That is his right hand.

Smiling and holding her Xuelu's hand.

The hand that taught her to practice calligraphy stroke by stroke.

Paste lanterns, write couplets, and hold candied haws for her.

Gently stroking her long hair, hands touching her cheeks.

When it was cold, he would wrap her hand in his palm and warm it.

When crying, he would take pity on her and wipe away the tears.

In peacetime, take a book and write a pen, play the piano and paint a picture; in a crisis, pick up a weapon to protect the faith.

Always warm, always stable, always strong and strong hands.

The hammer swung up and down, and the nails were driven down one by one.Every point of advancement is broken tendons and bones, permanent damage.

But she couldn't do anything, she was helpless.

Every nail seemed to pierce deeply into his own flesh and blood, and every hammer fell heavily on his heart.

That kind of pain is like killing a heart; that kind of hatred, I wish I could draw my gun and die happily, and die together with this evil den.

But she could only watch helplessly, furious, but there was nothing she could do.

Hiroshi Kawasaki did not nail hard.He knew better than anyone else that the slower the execution, the more it would highlight and aggravate the pain and wear down the prisoner's will.Fingers connected to heart.As time slowly passed, Ming Lou finally couldn't hide the continuous bone-piercing pain.The increasingly weak body's tolerance to pain dropped sharply, his whole body tensed up, and he convulsed uncontrollably on the spiked torture chair.The previous congealed wounds were bleeding again as he struggled violently, and the blood puddles on the ground were expanding and spreading at an astonishing speed.

The 24 steel nails are nailed one by one and arranged neatly on the wooden board.Ming Lou fought back and forth several times, but he never snorted.Kawasaki Hiroshi ordered his subordinates to roughly dismantle the wooden boards, picked up the salt bucket on the ground, poured large grains of coarse salt on the bloody injured hands, and rubbed them back and forth with a rolling pin.

Minglou twitched in pain, and passed out again, unable to respond to the continuous stimulation of several buckets of ice water.Hiroshi Kawasaki, who was almost in a state of madness, had to pause, put him down from the torture chair, put on an oxygen mask for him, give him a booster injection, and give him a blood transfusion for rescue.

God, it's already dark.All the gendarmerie thugs looked tired, but Hiroshi Kawasaki was in high spirits.He rejected Wang Manchun's proposal to invite him to dinner, and stubbornly wanted to destroy this stubborn and stubborn opponent in front of him.

He looked at his watch, let Minglou breathe oxygen for half an hour, then took off his mask, and poured a bucket of ice water on him.

Minglou was choked up with a low cough, and woke up leisurely.

Two gendarmes stepped forward to lift him up, but he was too weak to sit still.But Hiroshi Kawasaki no longer allowed him any time to breathe, and waved his hand to signal the military police to let go, and Minglou's body fell limply again.

Kawasaki Hiroshi just like Ren Minglou paralyzed on the ground, while still receiving blood transfusions to maintain his life, at the same time beckoned his subordinates to bring new wooden boards, use thicker and longer steel nails, and nail them again on the horribly injured hand.

The wooden boards are full of nails, and then they are forcibly removed. The nail fragments are pulled out piece by piece from the bloody fingers with bare hands, pressed into the coarse salt bucket and trampled with leather boots...

Late at night.The moonlight is hidden in the heavy clouds, and the darkness is boundless.

Minglou finally fell into a deep coma, his breath was like a spring, and he could no longer feel any pain stimulation.No matter how Hiroshi Kawasaki tried his best, even a large dose of cardiotonic injections and stimulants could not restore him to sobriety.

Only when he wanders about life and death unconsciously can he be regarded as temporarily relieved.