If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

Genji Heavy Industries, the 40th floor.

A building that is forty stories high is already considered very high. It cannot reach the sky or the ground. Even the water supply needs to be supplied three times. In some cases, there may even be insufficient water pressure or even a water outage.

As long as there are no decorations on the upper and lower floors, people who live or work here will enjoy the silence that is rare in this bustling city. Even if you open the windows forty stories high, the hustle and bustle of the city will be crushed by the wind in the distant clouds. Floating and flickering.

This kind of place is very suitable for people who like peace and quiet, provided that you don't have island phobia.

But at Genji Heavy Industries, the 40th floor is not a floor for members of the family to live in. The employees’ dormitories are somewhere other than Genji Heavy Industries. Therefore, the owners of the 40th floor have other uses besides living. It also needs its unique quiet factor.

For example, interrogation.

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Genji Heavy Industries, 40th floor, temporary interrogation room.

The windows of the room are wide open, and it's not dark and airtight at all. It doesn't have the claustrophobic atmosphere in the movie. Due to the height, the lighting here is particularly good. The sunlight pours in from the floor-to-ceiling window and shines on Shiraishi Takahiro's body on the chair. , the skin all over his body was red, swollen and painful from the sun, and he looked drowsy under this sunshine, but he opened his eyes and stared out the window at the bright sunshine but had nothing to do with his future. City.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that it made people feel peaceful, so sleepiness climbed into Shiraishi Takahiro's mind like the sunlight climbing up the iron bars, and his eyelids kept sinking downwards as if they were coated with heavy glue. , but he knew that once his eyes closed, death would be waiting for him.

His hands and feet were tied tightly on the chair, unable to struggle or move, and a black iron collar was worn around his neck. A double-headed fork was tied to the collar, with one end of the fork holding his chin and the other supporting his head. On the sternum, force his head upwards. A slight drop will cause the double-headed fork to pierce the sternum and chin.

These bastards are simply inhuman!

These are the only words that have been circulating in Shiraishi Takahiro's mind for the past two days. He has not slept a wink for forty-eight hours after being tied to a chair and wearing this punishment toy.

Ever since he woke up, he found himself sitting here. His mind was confused for a long time. He remembered what happened before he fell into coma. He wanted to lower his head to look at the knife wound that penetrated his abdomen, but a tingling sensation suddenly appeared in his jaw. If not He reacted quickly, and his chin and Adam's apple had to be pierced directly.

He immediately tried to get out of the comfort of the chair, but found that he could not exert any strength. Then he discovered that an infusion needle had been inserted into his left wrist, and his muscles seemed to have atrophied and were soft and unable to function. The strength that can usually break open an iron door with one punch is now a great challenge even moving one's fingers.

After slowly accepting the current situation, fear immediately occupied his brain. At first, he wanted to speak loudly to communicate with the person who kidnapped him, and pray for a little exchange of human rights, but no one paid attention to him at all. The whole room It was as if he was the only one there, the entire floor was like an isolated island. Apart from him, who was living here, there was only the sunshine and the city outside the window. Then he slowly realized that the guy who could put such a torture device on himself didn't take himself seriously at all, and the so-called human rights were naturally a joke!

During the first twenty-four hours, it was a cloudy day in Tokyo outside the window. He sat there and kept raising his head to support himself through the first day. On the second day, the dawn and sunrise sunshine showed that he was about to be affected by suffering.

The second twenty-four hours, the first twelve hours were spent in the sun. The undiminished light from the floor-to-ceiling windows shone on his skin like a knife licking the surface. Soon, sunburns appeared on his body. The fever caused by inflammation also made him feel confused.

The first time he was stabbed by a fork, he felt severe pain, and then an inexplicable sense of excitement took over his brain. He immediately realized that something was wrong, and then he gradually came to his senses. The fork on the top was coated with something, and based on the effect, it was inferred that it was probably a drug extracted from coca leaves.

As long as the stabbing is deeper, Shiraishi Takahiro will become more and more excited after the above medicine takes effect, and his spirit will become higher and higher. He can't even fall asleep and rest. He clearly feels this extraordinary feeling every minute and every second. Human suffering.

The cruel and inhuman punishment. Shiraishi Takahiro almost despaired, shouting at the top of his lungs: Who are you? Are you from the Sheqi Eighth Family? You can't do this. Even if I am a prisoner, I still have human rights. What have I done wrong? Send me to prison and court instead of using private messages here!

But no one paid attention to him. All his sounds followed the window and flew to the sky forty floors away. The only response to him was the crushing silence of the island.

At the beginning of the third day, even his body with strong bloodline support began to gradually collapse. His eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body looked haggard as if he had lived decades short of life. His skin appeared due to excessive sunburn. He had a dark red color, and his lips were chapped and covered with scars and blood scabs. His originally normal and well-proportioned body lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye. The infusion needle connected to his left hand provided him with a small amount of liquid, but it did not directly Thirst and starved to death, but that's about it.

That is to say, in this case, the double-headed fork still did not completely pierce his jaw and sternum. The will to survive allowed this man to withstand hunger, thirst, exposure and fatigue, because he knew that once he was hit by the double-headed fork, In the following days, after the above suffering, he would also face suppuration and decay of the wound and various fatal complications.

He also guessed something about the person who tied him here during this time. The last battle he experienced before coming here was to face the monster with golden eyes like lava, and the monster claimed that his home was He is a member of the "Execution Department", and as far as he knows, there is only one person in Japan who owns this department, and that is the "Honke" who stands at the top of the underworld.

It was his family that he had offended, and he had gotten to know the family's work style quite well during his escape. These people were not trying to interrogate him at all, but wanted him to die an ugly death, and to lose him step by step in regret and collapse. His own life!

After getting this answer, it directly accelerated Shiraishi Takahiro's psychological defense line to burst, but in the end, he still insisted that he did not give up on himself and just hung his head and committed suicide, because as early as when he was ready to fight against the Sheqi Eight Family, he He found a strong backer for himself, and he also believed that this backer would come to save him and snatch him out of this endless hell.

It is this belief that supports him to live until now.

Phew, the door opened.

"Morning."

"Morning, your coffee."

The commissioner who was on duty early in the morning opened the door and walked into the observation room, passing a cup of coffee to his colleague sitting on the chair.

"Thank you." The other commissioner who took the coffee nodded, took a small sip while turning his chair, turned his head and continued to look at the empty room behind the glass, with only one chair and one person.

"What do you think he is thinking?" The duty specialist standing next to the chair suddenly asked while holding his own cup of coffee and looking at the suffering Shiraishi Takahiro behind the one-way glass.

"What else could it be? Everyone sitting here is thinking about the same question, who am I, where am I, and when can I leave here." The commissioner on the chair said lazily.

"Although we were just ordered to guard him to prevent him from committing suicide or really dying, I'm still a little curious about what exactly this guy did to be treated like this? The last guy who was kidnapped here seemed to have offended the head of the Sakurai family, right? ? Who did he offend?" The commissioner holding the coffee asked curiously.

"I don't know. Anyway, when the director sent him here, he only told him not to let him die. If he was near death, he would be rescued and tied here again. He didn't say when he would be released." The commissioner on the chair shrugged.

"Did the director personally deliver it? Damn it, you have offended the young master." The standing commissioner rubbed his coffee and made a tut-tsk sound.

"But I heard that this guy has some relationship with the Fierce Ghosts. The young master won't let him die. Maybe that means he will be interrogated when there is time?" the commissioner on the chair said thoughtfully.

"Then I hope he can still speak complete words by then and not break down prematurely and go crazy."

"Then we have to hope that this guy has a stronger spirit. After all, the young master probably won't have time to come up in these two days."

"What are you busy with, young master? Didn't I hear that the head of the Uesugi family has been found?"

"It was only after we got it back that things started to become troublesome." The commissioner on the chair sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"Have you met the head of the Uesugi family?"

"I've seen it before. I used to work with the Fengma family master. I was fortunate enough to attend the Xingshen Temple family master's party as a side attendant and met eight family masters. The Uesugi family master is that beautiful red-haired girl, and she's not that old. Hello. , wait." The commissioner standing next to him seemed to suddenly think of something, and his face instantly turned ugly, "You don't mean to say that the head of the Uesugi family is being raped outside."

"I don't know, and I'm not talking about it." The commissioner on the chair shook his head, "But I feel like this is similar in nature to what I want to say?"

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't tell me." The standing commissioner lowered his voice, "I heard that the head of the Uesugi family was kidnapped by a man. He was kidnapped for more than half a month. He was so beautiful and a girl was kidnapped. If nothing happens if they are kidnapped, to be honest, I don’t believe it at all. I’m not saying that I think something was done to the head of the Uesugi family, I’m just purely judging the doubts about this matter!”

"I don't know exactly what happened, but I will tell you only one thing." The commissioner on the chair whispered, "The head of the Uesugi family was blond when he was found."

"?" The commissioner was stunned when he heard this.

"A white wedding dress and a wedding photo taken in Chiba Prefecture were also found in her suitcase."

"Hiss" the commissioner gasped, his eyes full of horror.

He knew that it was easy to get a wedding photo in Japan, but he didn't expect that one day it would be easy to get it from a certain head of the Sheqiba family.

"I heard that the director is going crazy. Maybe the unlucky guy didn't get into trouble until he was sent here." The commissioner on the chair sighed, "Actually, the most incredible thing is that I heard that the man who kidnapped the head of the Uesugi family was still following Uesugi. The master of the house is back together and will stay with us for a while."

"???" The commissioner couldn't understand it at all, and his face was full of doubts about life.

ps: You can’t take too much cephalosporins, amoxicillin, and antibiotics, but you still have to take them. I hope I can recover within two or three days.