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Chapter 69 What do you think

Shanghai, Special Higher Police, interrogation room.

The interrogation room was cold and damp, the bloodstains on the walls had long since dried, and the air was filled with the smell of rust and mildew.

A dim light bulb hung overhead, swaying slightly with the cold air from the ventilation duct, casting flickering shadows on the concrete floor.

In the center of the room was an iron chair. Hu Xinmin's hands were tightly bound by iron chains as thick as a thumb. His suit, lining, and even his leather shoes had been taken away by the Special Higher Police interrogators. The only shirt he was wearing had long been torn to shreds by whipping, revealing streaks of blood.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained cold and stern.

Shinichi Ando looked at Hu Xinmin, who was covered in blood, with a faint smile on his lips.

Standing to his right was a Special Higher Police doctor wearing white gloves and a white coat, while to his left was a Japanese soldier who had taken off his military uniform and was only wearing a shirt. The man looked at Hu Xinmin with a slight upturn of his lips and was playing with a long, thin steel needle in his hand.

"Mr. Hu, there is an old Chinese saying that goes, 'Those who understand the times are the heroes.'"

"With so many instruments of torture here, I'm sure one of them will be able to pry your mouth open."

"I advise you to be sensible and not make a futile struggle, wasting everyone's time."

"Tell me, who exactly are you going to meet on the road to the cotton mill, and what information are you going to pass on?"

"Pah, you damn Japanese devil, if you've got the guts, give me a quick death." Hu Xinmin spat a mouthful of bloody saliva at Ando Shinichi, but unfortunately, they were too far apart and the saliva didn't reach him at all.

"Still being stubborn, Mr. Hu. You don't really think that we Special Higher Police are so useless that we don't even know what you're hiding on you, do you?"

Shinichi Ando slowly took out several developed photos and placed them in front of Hu Xinmin.

"Hidden microfilm in the heel of a shoe is no challenge for our investigators."

"I'm just wondering where you got these things from."

"Also, are you planning to steal the gold that was transported from Nanjing?"

Hu Xinmin looked somewhat uneasy when he saw the photos in front of him.

However, he didn't intend to tell the other party the truth, and stubbornly turned his head to the side.

"Even after all this, Mr. Hu still refuses to tell us everything he knows."

Shinichi Ando shook his head and said, "Then I'm sorry."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Japanese soldier next to him, who was playing with the thin steel needles in his hand, slowly approached Hu Xinmin, lifted the other man's hand (whose fingernails had been forcibly pulled out), and inserted the steel needles one by one.

"Mr. Hu, the most painful part isn't when the steel needle is inserted; the most painful part is 24 hours later."

"Your hands will start to swell, and then they will start to fester."

"You won't even be able to hold chopsticks properly then."

"The ten fingers are connected to the heart."

"Ah, ah, ah..." Each time a steel needle pierced a finger, a shrill scream would be heard.

Ten steel needles were quickly driven into his fingers, and Hu Xinmin immediately fainted from the pain.

But the next second, a cold sensation instantly jolted him awake.

“Mr. Hu, this feeling isn’t pleasant, is it?” Shinichi Ando’s voice rang out slowly.

"Pah, you son of a bitch..." Hu Xinmin still did not give in...

“Stubborn to the end.” Shinichi Ando shook his head slightly: “Yamamoto-kun, let’s try something new, Mr. Hu. We still have a day, I can play with you slowly.”

"Hey." Yamamoto grinned and took out a towel, saying slowly, "In your China, there's a form of punishment called 'sticking official's hat to the towel."

"One sheet of paper and one sip of wine, a normal person would need seven or eight sheets before that's enough." "I think that's too much trouble, this is fine."

After saying that, Yamamoto covered Hu Xinmin's face with the wet towel in his hand, then picked up the bucket and suddenly poured it down.

With a whoosh, Hu Xinmin felt a huge stream of water pouring down on his head, and a wet towel immediately pressed against his mouth and nose.

He struggled instinctively, but his body was already tightly bound by iron chains and he couldn't break free at all.

As water was poured down, his lungs began to burn, as if a thousand needles were pricking them.

"Will you talk or not?" Shinichi Ando's voice came through the sound of water, sounding distant and indistinct.

Hu Xinmin couldn't make a sound, but his body instinctively shook its head desperately as it tried to suffocate.

Soon, the water stopped, the wet towel was suddenly pulled off, and he gasped for breath, coughing up the water that had entered his trachea.

“Mr. Hu, this must be a tough experience,” Shinichi Ando said slowly. “You’ve been very strong. No one has ever lasted more than five hours with me. You’ve lasted eight hours. I think it’s about time.”

Hu Xinmin, panting heavily, still insisted, "I...don't...know...anything."

"Baka." Shinichi Ando's expression darkened, and he raised his right hand slightly, making a gesture.

Seeing the other party's gesture, Yamamoto raised the bucket again and this time pushed Hu Xinmin's head directly into the water.

In an instant, the whole world was left with only coldness and darkness. Splash, splash, splash, the head in the bucket kept shaking, and its limbs were also twitching violently, but its consciousness was unusually clear.

That's the horror of waterboarding; it makes you slowly feel death approaching while you're still conscious.

One minute, two minutes, Hu Xinmin's consciousness gradually blurred, and a door radiating light seemed to appear before him, waiting for him to walk through it.

"Huff, huff." Just then, a large hand suddenly lifted his head out of the water, and the long-lost air rushed into his nostrils, making him gasp for breath.

"Major Ando, ​​let me do it." The Japanese soldier dressed as a medic who had been standing next to Shinichi Ando finally spoke up.

"This is a good test subject, and I want to know his reaction."

Before Hu Xinmin could react, it felt as if something had pierced his neck.

In a daze, the whole world seemed to be spinning and splitting apart, like a mirror constantly shattering.
In a daze, he seemed to see the target he was supposed to meet: "Commissioner Yu".

Shanghai, Joint Special Higher Police Commander's Office.

Fujita Tsuyoshi looked at the interrogation report sent by Ando Shinichi, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.

"Ando-kun, do you think what Hu Xinmin confessed is true?"

Shinichi Ando said respectfully, "Lord Fujita, I believe it is impossible for him to give false information under those circumstances."

"This dose of hallucinogen is simply too much for someone who has not received special training to resist."

"Drug interrogation has only been applied to interrogation in recent years, and Hu Xinmin should not have received training in this area."

"Therefore, I believe the intelligence is absolutely correct. The Zhongjiu Army's target in Shanghai is that ton of gold transported from Nanjing."

"Hu Xinmin's confession clearly states that Xiong Jiandong, the captain of the Military Intelligence Bureau's action team in Nanjing, obtained the transportation route map from the special envoy of the Economic Department, took a picture of it, and sent it to the Military Intelligence Bureau station in Shanghai."

"Hu Xinmin was responsible for delivering the film to Yu Zuobo. Although we didn't catch Yu Zuobo this time, I still have an idea to catch them all in one fell swoop."

Fujita frowned and asked, "What are your thoughts?"

Ando Shinichi said word by word: "Please enter the urn."

(End of this chapter)