Chapter 83 Pouring Beans in a Bamboo Tube

Author: The bear skimming the treetops

Chapter 83 Pouring Beans in a Bamboo Tube

This kind of pain has completely exceeded Lin Yibo's imagination.

He only felt like he was struggling in an endless darkness.

With every movement of the other party, the pain, like cutting flesh, quickly reached his forehead through the nerves in his armpits. After amplifying several times, it was fed back from the brain to all parts of his body along with the blood and nerves. The pain made him tremble all over.

Lin Yibo gasped in pain, each breath was like a knife, scraping the lungs one by one. It seemed that he could see clear carvings on the lungs when he closed his eyes.

too painful!

I originally thought I could be a warrior who died generously for the empire's intelligence cause, but the reality was cruel, and the pain of torture was incomparable to the original anti-torture training.

This pain is not only physical, but also mental.

His anti-torture training results were very good, but now he understands that it was just training.

Even when he was tortured and bruised, he subconsciously knew that this was training and that he would be free after the training was over.

But now?

The wounds all over his body were open and blood was flowing. It was obviously a sweltering summer, but there was still a trace of cold air that penetrated his body desperately, as if it was cold to the bones.

Every bone seemed to have become brittle.

Every time I move, it feels like my bones are breaking and the pain is excruciating.

It was so cold that it penetrated to the bones.

After a while, it turned into a sudden and severe pain.

What's even more frightening is that he can't move his hands and feet. The severe pain seems to crush him to pieces, and it hurts everywhere.

Just in an instant, an unprecedented feeling of powerlessness hit his heart.

Every minute, every second is extremely long.

He had never felt such pain before, and he even wanted to die quickly rather than endure such torture.

But once you die, what's the point of all the torture you endured?

Although he was reluctant to admit it, from the moment he was stopped from committing suicide by taking poison, he lost the right to choose life and death!

What a cruel thing.

I really can't bear it anymore. If I continue to endure it, I don't know what kind of methods the other party will come up with to torture me.

"...Ryuichi, you have to live well...you have to live...even if you are like a dog..."

In his daze, he seemed to hear a woman's voice talking to him from a very far away place, and a pair of gentle hands gently caressed the top of his head.

I tried my best to open my eyes, but the woman slowly turned into emptiness.

He suddenly felt so clearly that the woman touching his head was his mother who had passed away long ago!

This figure had not appeared in his mind for many years, but now it appeared.

Lin Yibo knew that he had indeed collapsed inside.

Fang now looked coldly at Lin Yibo, who was already bloody and bloody: "Consultant Lin, I just gave you cakes to let you know how wonderful it is that you can live and eat delicious food now!"

It was only then that Lin Yibo and even Wang Weizhong suddenly realized that this was the purpose of pastries.

The reason why high-sugar and high-starch foods can make people feel happy quickly is because after eating them, insulin will increase rapidly, and insulin will reduce the concentration of tyrosine and phenylalanine in the blood, causing tryptophan to

It has an advantage in competition and quickly enters cells and is converted into serotonin, which enters the brain and makes people feel happy.

Fang's current method of dealing with Lin Yibo is to start with sweetness and then bitterness, giving him a strong contrast. In this way, the effect of torture will be quickly amplified, achieving twice the result with half the effort.

Fang still has some admiration for Lin Yibo. After all, he is a flesh and blood body. It is already very good to be able to survive so many punishments.

If it were him, he might not be able to do it.

Lin Yibo's words also let him know that not all Japanese spies are samurai who are not afraid of death.

If a person wants to ignore life and death, he needs extremely strong perseverance and devout faith.

It’s not that there are no such people, but they are definitely in the minority.

"Staff Lin, before we have a formal conversation, I need to confirm how sincere you are in cooperating?"

Although Lin Yibo has now expressed his willingness to cooperate, what he needs is for the other party to tell everything he knows without reservation, instead of hiding it. He doesn't want to waste time dealing with Lin Yibo anymore.

Lin Yibo struggled to open his mouth: "As long as... I know, I will say..."

"Very good! However, the ugly words have come to an end. Once I find out that you have concealed or deceived anything, you will have to pay a heavy price for your actions. Do you understand?"

"...Obviously...Obviously..." Lin Yibo had been beaten by Sun Dabiao before, and both sides of his face were straightened out. They had long been swollen into a standard pig's head.

Now that Fang saw Lin Yibo's decadent look, he understood.

His will was broken. This Japanese spy was far from the kind of person who would rather die than surrender and regard death as a homecoming.

Now, I have a winning chance.

The next step is to squeeze all the value out of Lin Yibo.

Wang Weizhong also checked Lin Yibo's vital signs at this time. To be honest, these punishments did not cause great damage to Lin Yibo's physical functions. Since it was cooperation, they had to show a certain degree of sincerity.

Immediately, Wang Weizhong asked the action team members to remove Lin Yibo from the cross, and called the doctor on duty to give Lin Yibo simple treatment and bandaging, and gave him some light salt water to drink.

Fang now sat across from him and pushed the remaining pastries in front of Lin Yibo: "You can have some more!"

Lin Yibo's eyes were squeezed into a slit by the red and swollen facial muscles. He tried his best to open his eyes, his eyes showing eager longing, but he looked timidly at Fang Xiang, as if he had just been beaten up by his owner.

dog.

It wasn't until Fang Jin nodded that he stretched out his trembling hands. His fingers were severely tortured and he couldn't hold them at all. He could only use his two palms to hold up the pastry.

As the pastry enters the mouth, the swollen flesh on the cheek moves happily with the sweet chewing in the mouth, and the corners of the mouth are stained with yellowish-white pastry crumbs and blood.

At this time, Wang Weizhong signaled the two action team members to go out. Not many people needed to know the specific content of the interrogation confession.

It took five minutes for Lin Yibo to finish the remaining three pastries.

"Commander Lin, can we start?" Fang now said in a gentle tone.

After eating three pieces of cake, Lin Yibo looked better and nodded. Since he has decided to live, he cherishes life more than anyone else.

"Your real name?"

"Ryuichi Horibe!"

After Lin Yibo finished speaking, he let out a long breath. In the past, this name could only be buried deep in his heart, and even he was a little unfamiliar with it.

Fang Jin's eyes suddenly narrowed. He had rarely heard of the surname "Boribe" before.

"Your true identity and code name?"

"Special Agent of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Fochen!"

"How did you obtain Lin Yibo's identity?"

Lin Yibo's detailed files have been transferred, and no flaws can be seen in the files.

"In the 14th year of the Republic of China, I came to China on an assignment from a special higher education institution. At that time, they gave me this identity. I only knew that Lin Yibo was an orphan, had no relatives, and had very simple social relations..."

As the interrogation gradually deepened, the truth slowly emerged.
Chapter completed!