Cicada Moving

Chapter 849 Seeing the Sun (7)

Just when Zuo Zhong was thinking about what would happen if something happened and Xu Enzeng would take the blame, the "sufferer" swaggered back to the interrogation room, unaware of the imminent danger.

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

With a wink, Wu Chunyang asked Xu Enzeng to stare at Xu Enzeng. Zuo Zhong walked towards Guo Bin, stopped only one step away from him, slowly bent down and smiled.

“Mr. Guo, how does this appetizer taste? 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 Jicheng spy organization.

Although the Republic of China is not a party to the Universal Red Letter Convention, I am still willing to give you treatment consistent with your status in accordance with the "Convention relative to the Treatment of Prisoners of War" signed in Geneva in 1929.

You should know that according to current international practice, combatants who engage in espionage operations in other countries should not enjoy the rights of prisoners of war after being captured. I am right.

 So Mr. Guo, please don’t betray my sincerity. Haha, as an opponent, I really don’t want to see you die quietly in a smelly ditch. That would be such a pity. "

Zuo Zhong stared into the other person's eyes, trying to find a trace of panic, fear, and weakness. Unfortunately, Guo Bin only had contempt and indifference in his eyes, and he looked like a die-hard.

This is normal. If someone is so easily persuaded and instigated to rebel, it is impossible for the other party to hold such an important position in the spy organization. The Japanese are still very cautious in the arrangement of intelligence personnel.

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

"continue."

Zuo Zhong nodded to Gui Youguang, who was eager to try, and turned back to the interrogation position. He quietly watched Guo Bin being lifted onto the tiger bench by the special agents. Painful roars soon sounded in the interrogation room.

Time passed by, and when he came in, Mr. Wei, who was well-dressed, turned into a **** man. His white shirt was beaten into rags with a whip, stuck together with wounds and dried blood.

 Guo Bin's fair face was distorted by the stimulation of electric torture and huge pain. In the end, he opened his mouth wide and looked up at the top of his head to scream silently, and his jaw even dislocated due to this.

There was no mercy among those present. Even Xu Enzeng understood that if they fell into the hands of the Japanese, their fate would never be better than this. The intelligence war was so **** and cruel.

The torture lasted for a whole day. Even if he was an iron man, Gui Youguang could not go without food and drink, so he took turns with Wu Chunyang and Shen Dongxin to use all the interrogation methods of the Secret Service.

Others naturally didn't have the energy to watch the whole thing, so they found a random place in the safe house and slept with their clothes on. Xu Enzeng even yawned and left after seeing half of it.

It is unknown whether he really went back to sleep or went to Erchen to report the news. Zuo Zhong just reminded him not to leak the information here and was too lazy to send anyone to follow him.

When the sun rose again, Guo Bin, who was already bruised and bruised, was hunched over and "standing" in a strange posture in an iron cage that was half a person tall, more than 20 centimeters wide, and more than 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 coma and fall, they will be immediately "waked up" by the spikes on the fence.

Coupled with the fatigue bombardment of loudspeakers that constantly played meaningless noises in the interrogation room, Guo Bin's self-awareness was gradually erased, leaving only the primitive instincts of animals - resting and eating.

Zuo Zhong had a good sleep and walked into the interrogation room in high spirits. He looked at Gui Youguang and Wu Chunyang, who were sleeping soundly on the table despite the noise, and walked lightly to Shen Dongxin's side.

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

“Report, I had the doctor check me 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 have not run out of gas.”

Shen Dongxin poked Guo Bin in the cage with a wooden stick. The opponent raised his head and revealed a pair of blood-red eyes. When he saw Zuo Zhong, he immediately stretched out his hands from the fence and scratched desperately, letting the sharp thorns pierce into his arms and cut deep, bone-deep wounds. scars.

"Well, not bad, he looks very energetic. That's a good thing. I was worried that he wouldn't be able to hold on. Dongxin, you rarely had the opportunity to use torture before. You should seize the opportunity this time and learn more from Gui Youguang. "

Zuo Zhong circled the standing cage twice with his hands behind his back, looking at Guo Bin who had almost degenerated into a beast with interest, and warned Shen Dongxin.

Torture is not only a torture for the prisoner, but also a test for the interrogator. A qualified agent must be able to control violence instead of being controlled by violence.

This is just a job, just like farmers farming and workers working. What they do is just performing their duties. If you don't understand this, big trouble 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 into the abyss for too long, the abyss will stare back.

He doesn’t want his subordinate to grow up and become a demon addicted to violence. This kind of person seems to be extremely tough, but in fact, he is full of flaws, like fragile porcelain.

Just like Guo Bin in front of them, the neatly organized items in the other person's home, the square handkerchiefs folded when eating, and the abnormal reactions during the interrogation all showed that this person's obsessive-compulsive disorder was very serious.

 This is a mental illness that becomes more sensitive under high pressure, leading to symptoms such as convulsions, anxiety, and mental disorders. Perhaps you can open a breakthrough by stimulating the other person.

So what to do…

Zuo Zhong rubbed his chin, his mind running at high speed for a while, and he gradually turned his attention to the noisy loudspeaker. He pointed at the target, then pointed outside, and whispered a few words to Shen Dongxin.

Shen Dongxin looked a little surprised after hearing this, but he nodded and left quickly. He did not appear again until two hours later, holding a wire tape in his hand.

Gu Qi and others had also rested well at this time. Together with Xu Enzeng who smelled of makeup and powder, they entered the room. Everyone watched as Shen Dongxin turned off the tape recorder connected to the speaker, put on a new tape and flipped the power switch. “My emperor’s royal tradition has been passed down for a thousand generations, and has been passed down to eight thousand generations, until the small stone turns into a huge rock, until the huge rock grows..."

The loudspeaker was playing the Japanese national song "Kimi no Dai". This song was born in 1869 to educate the people to be loyal to the emperor and patriotic. It roughly means that the rule of the locust will be passed down for thousands of generations, which fully demonstrates the ambition of the Japanese. .

It can be said that this is a song that all Japanese people must learn. Under the bewitchment of "Kimi no Dai", the Japanese army gradually extended its claws to Xiaoliuqiu, Northeast China, North China, and Shanghai.

The people present were a little confused as to why this song was being played. Isn’t this a disguised form of cheering for the Japanese spy? However, seeing that Zuo Zhong didn’t speak, they could only listen patiently.

On the other side, Guo Bin excitedly hummed along with the song silently in his heart, but when the last line of the song was played, there was suddenly no sound from the speaker, and then "Tianya Songstress" was played.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ification

This sudden and strange change almost made Guo Bin spit out a mouthful of blood. He glanced at Zuo Zhong viciously, closed his eyes and stopped listening to the song, trying to calm down.

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

In this way, songs that are popular in China and Japan are constantly playing from the speakers, but key passages are skipped, irritating Guo Bin's fragile nerves again and again.

 Let alone a patient with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, even everyone in the Secret Service was disgusted. An indescribable feeling of irritability slowly accumulated in their hearts, and it became increasingly difficult to suppress it.

Not only that, Shen Dongxin also ordered the guard to open Guo Bin's eyelids, took out a pair of dominoes and slowly set them up, glancing at him from time to time with half-smiling eyes.

Although Guo Bin didn't know what the agent was going to do, he was definitely up to no good. He tried to turn his head with force, but the guard couldn't agree to it, so he strangled his head with his arms.

Seeing the dominoes being placed at the last one, Shen Dongxin took a deep breath and raised his hand to sweep all the dominoes down. This scene made Guo Bin completely fall into anger and madness.

 “Asshole! Asshole!”

 Guo Bin, who had remained silent since being successfully tricked by Zuo Zhong, broke his guard at this moment. This is a welcome sign, even if what the other party said has nothing to do with the case.

Everything is difficult at the beginning. Regardless of whether the interrogation subject is voluntary or not, as long as he is willing to communicate, it will be a matter of time before the confession is broken. What needs to be done now is to continue to exert pressure.

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

"Tell me, what's going on with that photo? Don't play tricks. I have plenty of time to play the little game with you just now. It can be one day, ten days, or a hundred days!"

He was very smart to start questioning from non-core content and try to minimize Guo Bin's resistance. After all, it is not only the Chinese who like to compromise, but also the Japanese.

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

 For Guo Bin, the intelligence of the Japanese spy organization is his last line of defense and is not easy to break through. In this case, he should use roundabout ways to obtain the information he wants.

Sure enough, Guo Bin, who was extremely anxious, felt visibly relieved when he heard this question. Considering that he had introduced the relevant situation before, he hesitated for a moment before starting to answer.

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

Facing the roundup of hundreds of armed spies and professional soldiers, this man suppressed them with only an old Zilaidi, and took the opportunity to burn a large amount of top-secret information.

 This includes the operational files for monitoring Guo Bin. In other words, the photos had been damaged once before they fell into Guo Bin's hands, and then were burned again by fire during the explosion.

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

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

 Is God opening his eyes?

 Or the blessing of heroic spirits?

Zuo Zhong thought about it and shook his head. None of this was important. What was important was to dig out the Japanese espionage organization, provide a good rear environment for frontline battles, and avoid sabotage by Japanese espionage.

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

If I am not wrong, the surveillance operations of the underground party should be guided. The purpose of your doing this is to sow discord between the fruit party and the underground party, thus undermining the overall situation of cooperative anti-Japanese war.

As part of the mission, the photos need to be submitted to superiors. According to the confidentiality requirements, you can only put them in a safe room for storage. Member Guo Wei, no, Mr. Spy, is Zuo right? "

Using the photos as a springboard again, Zuo Zhong seized on the loopholes in the other party's confession and brought the topic back to the spy organization. Guo Bin sweated like rain, his body trembled slightly, and he lowered his head.

 (I feel uncomfortable after drinking too much concentrated wort and concentrated grape juice)

 (End of this chapter)