Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter Sixteen: Amazing Interrogation Techniques Stun Zhao Jianzhi

Ye Shaohong's words were simple and straightforward, immediately piquing Zhao Jianzhi's curiosity.

He stepped forward with doubt, circled the torture rack for a long time, and even touched the gauze on the doctor's face. He pondered for a long time but still couldn't figure out what its purpose was.

But it's not all in vain.

As Zhao Jianzhi examined the medical gauze, he clearly felt the Japanese spy on the torture rack tremble slightly when his fingertips touched it.

"what?"

"Is he afraid?"

"How could that be? The caning instruments hadn't even been used on him yet. I just touched him lightly with my finger, and he showed signs of being terrified."

Zhao Jianzhi looked surprised. If he had initially paid attention to this novel torture device only because of the bet between the two of them, then he was surprised.

Now it's simply a thirst for knowledge.

He wanted to figure out the reason so that he could help with future interrogation work.

However, this novel form of punishment was invented by Ye Shaohong and was being used for the first time. Zhao Jianzhi wanted to find out the reason, so he could only try to find out from Ye Shaohong.

He didn't want to beg that annoying pretty boy.

He wanted Ye Shaohong to look down on him.

Therefore, Zhao Jianzhi felt extremely uncomfortable. After thinking for a while, he simply walked up to Ye Shaohong.

He raised his hand in a gesture of invitation.

The implication was that Ye Shaohong could now begin using torture, and that he should not forget what he had just said: while administering torture, he should also explain the ingenious uses of this punishment.

"I didn't realize this guy was a little arrogant!"

Seeing through Zhao Jianzhi's change of heart at a glance, Ye Shaohong did not say anything. He simply walked slowly toward the torture rack.

As he walked, Ye Shaohong didn't forget to speak.

"Deputy Captain Zhao, do you know what humans fear most?"

"Of course I know."

"This isn't really a difficult problem. I've even thought about this myself when I have nothing to do."

"I don't know about others, but for me, there are actually two things I fear most!"

"No money, no power!"

Zhao Jianzhi's frankness and straightforwardness almost made Ye Shaohong faint. Even though he had already witnessed Zhao Jianzhi's stupidity and foolishness, he still couldn't help but give him a thumbs up in his heart when he heard his two answers.

"That idiot!"

"Although the words are rude, upon closer examination, they are not wrong."

"How can a man, born between heaven and earth, be without money and power?"

"But this isn't the answer I'm looking for."

Seeing that he couldn't communicate normally with this simpleton, Ye Shaohong simply gave up and shook his head decisively.

"What Deputy Captain Zhao said is true, but that's just your opinion. The general public doesn't share your magnanimity!"

"For an ordinary person like you, there is actually only one thing that scares him the most!"

"Fear of the unknown."

At this point, Ye Shaohong paused slightly, raised his hand and flicked his long whip. With a crisp sound from the whip sheath, the young doctor on the torture rack could be clearly seen trembling instinctively.

But the whip did not fall on the person being punished.

"Still don't understand?"

"Let me give you a simple analogy. You know that people are afraid of death, but have you ever thought about why people are afraid of death?"

"Besides the attachment to the world and the reluctance to part with family, the biggest reason is the fear of the unknown."

"They don't know where people go after they die!"

"Did they go to a new world, or the legendary heaven and hell?"

"It is precisely because of this unknown that even kings and generals feel fear when facing death."

“They would eat vegetarian food, chant Buddhist scriptures, worship gods and ancestors during their lives, and build luxurious mausoleums for themselves, all in the hope that they could have a good life after death.” In order to make Zhao Jianzhi understand his thoughts, Ye Shaohong had used the simplest and most straightforward way, using metaphors to guide his thinking.

Zhao Jianzhi did not disappoint Ye Shaohong.

Sensing Ye Shaohong's probing gaze, Zhao Jianzhi grinned and immediately smiled.

"understand."

"Aren't you talking about Captain Song? He's always fiddling with his prayer beads, saying he's chanting sutras and praying to Buddha to wash away the karma of this life. I think he's just afraid that people will go to the eighteenth level of hell after they die."

"That's really a pain in the ass!"

When he got emotional, Zhao Jianzhi curled his lip in disdain, as if he had a lot of dissatisfaction with Song Xiaoan's past actions.

"Hold!"

"Is he a pig-brain? I'm trying to reason with you, and you're complaining about Song Xiaoan instead!" "Ugh, it's so tiring to talk to him!"

Ye Shaohong rolled his eyes, no longer interested in correcting Zhao Jianzhi's analogy, nor did he want to waste his time.

So he turned around and lashed the young doctor with his whip.

This immediately caused the spy, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, to let out a painful wail.

"Look!"

"This is the fear of the unknown."

"He knew I was going to interrogate him, and he was probably already mentally prepared, but he couldn't see what was happening outside. So he would instinctively start thinking, fantasizing, and guessing, constantly on edge. In this situation, how long do you think he could hold on for his so-called ideals?"

"One hour, two hours, or half a day or a day?"

"I bet he won't last more than half an hour." Before he finished speaking, Ye Shaohong suddenly turned around and lashed the young doctor's chest with the whip again.

Blood splattered and flew up, but before it could fall, three more cracks of whips reached their ears.

The Japanese spy on the torture rack was already trembling with fear.

Just as he was mentally preparing himself for Ye Shaohong's relentless rage, Ye Shaohong put down his whip again and smiled at Zhao Jianzhi once more.

"Don't you understand yet?"

"Ok."

"If I put everything into one sentence, you should be able to understand it."

"Actually, the torture method I used on him was not the long whip, but psychological torture."

"He can't see what's going on outside, so he won't know when or where the long whip I'm holding will fall on him. This kind of torment of anxiety and fear of the unknown is the most painful."

It's too much trouble. If the person in front of me were Zheng Yaoxian or Song Xiaoan...

He didn't even need to explain.

The moment they saw him cover the face of the Japanese spy with gauze, the two of them might have understood his thoughts and intentions.

But the person in front of him was Zhao Jianzhi, making it much more complicated for Ye Shaohong to explain.

Actually, it doesn’t matter.

Because what he just said appeared to be addressed to Zhao Jianzhi.

In fact, Ye Shaohong was telling the story to the Japanese spy.

This was all planned in advance.

Ye Shaohong's interrogation of the Japanese spy began the moment he was brought into the room and bound to a cross.

The bet with Zhao Jianzhi was a way to attract the attention of Japanese spies, and their nonchalant attitude during the conversation was a technique to break down the other party's psychological defenses.

The core and key part is the detailed explanation of this punishment that follows.

Ye Shaohong's goal was to gradually undermine the opponent's will on a psychological level.

It looks pretty good so far.

Unbeknownst to them, Ye Shaohong's words, which sounded like hellish chants, had already reached the ears of the Japanese spies. When combined with torture, the effect was beyond imagination.

Of course, Ye Shaohong would not tell Zhao Jianzhi about these things.

Let her remain simple-minded.

"Oh!"

"That's it."

"I understand, pretty boy, no... Brother Shao Hong, you're really smart!"

"I've really seen it all today."

Zhao Jianzhi's face showed a look of realization, but a violent aura was floating deep in his eyes. While praising and responding to Ye Shaohong's words, he couldn't wait to walk to the torture rack.

He reached into the charcoal stove, pulled out a red-hot branding iron, and pressed it directly onto the Japanese spy's chest.

"Kid, are you going to confess or not?"

"If you still don't confess, I'll be the one to torture you next."

"I'm quite interested in this kind of psychological torture."

"I can't wait to test it on you."

With a sinister laugh, Zhao Jianzhi walked to the wall, picked up a bamboo skewer, and with lightning speed, plunged it into the gap between the Japanese spy's fingernails. This sudden attack caught the Japanese spy completely off guard.

This caused him to immediately raise his neck and let out a hysterical scream.

"Don't……."

"Stop torturing me, I'll confess!"