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

Chapter Twenty-Six: Extremely Cruel Punishments and Inhuman Beasts

With a hint of anticipation, Ye Shaohong looked at Song Xiaoan.

Upon seeing this, his brows furrowed.

Unlike Zhao Jianzhi's brutal methods of torture, Song Xiaoan was meticulous in his work. He disliked using blood-stained tools such as whips, branding irons, and bamboo skewers.

The first tactic he used on Bao Minghui was pepper spray.

Contrary to what is depicted in movies and TV dramas, the torture of pouring chili water by the Secret Service was not actually boiling water.

It's not very spicy either.

The truly cruel part of this punishment was that while pouring chili water into Bao Minghui's mouth, Song Xiaoan also pinched his nose with his hand.

Don't let him breathe.

When Bao Minghui could no longer hold his breath and his eyes began to roll back, Song Xiaoan slowly released his fingers that were pinching his nose.

Upon being released, driven by the instinct for survival, the prisoner will gasp for breath rapidly.

And with each breath, affected by the air pressure inside the body, the chili water that was just violently forced into the stomach and intestines will surge back up down the throat.

It will then rush into the nasal cavity.

This is the most painful moment. The burning sensation in the nasal cavity and the uncontrollable urge to cough, although not as cruel as death, are still unbearable for most people.

Even if it's something you can handle.

But if one can endure it once, can one endure it more than ten times in a row? This kind of punishment is a knife without bloodshed, and the psychological trauma it causes is even more severe than whipping or branding.

And Bao Minghui was a ruthless man.

Despite being tortured severely by Song Xiaoan's methods, he stubbornly refused to confess.

During this time, he even took the opportunity to spray the chili water in his mouth onto Song Xiaoan's face.

This retaliatory move was not very aggressive, but extremely insulting.

Song Xiaoan was so angry he almost fainted.

He stopped trying to persuade her with a gentle smile and instead raised his arm, ordering someone to place the crucifix across the stool.

Then he turned around, took a stack of kraft paper from the wall, wet it, and pasted it directly onto Bao Minghui's face.

One isn't enough, let's get another one.

In a mere instant, Song Xiaoan had plastered five thick, tough layers of kraft paper onto Bao Minghui's face. This punishment had finally taken effect.

Just as they were applying the third layer, Bao Minghui, who had been incredibly strong just moments before, began to show signs of resistance and struggle.

When five layers of kraft paper were pasted onto his face, Bao Minghui was convulsing as if he had seen a ghost.

Song Xiaoan witnessed this scene.

But he showed no sign of stopping, still standing there with a smile on his lips, gently twirling the prayer beads in his hand.

Only when Bao Minghui's physical resistance weakened and Xu Baichuan, sitting in the interrogation seat, showed signs of anxiety, did Song Xiaoan slowly peel off the brown paper covering Bao Minghui's face.

The moment the parchment slipped from his cheek, Bao Minghui seemed to have a seizure.

He trembled violently, greedily inhaling the slightly fishy smell of the interrogation room.

Song Xiaoan didn't stop him. When Bao Minghui caught his breath and a look of relief, as if he had survived, appeared on his face, Song Xiaoan picked up the wet parchment again and went to Bao Minghui's side once more.

With that same faint smile, he asked a question in a calm and unhurried manner.

"To recruit or not?"

"If you don't want to play, let's continue. I have a lot of fun games I'd like to try with you."

The moment those gentle words were spoken, it was clear that Bao Minghui's eyes widened immediately. He stared intently at Song Xiaoan, as if he wanted to etch his face into his soul.

But all of this was in vain.

Song Xiaoan waited for a while, but still did not receive a satisfactory reply, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

He raised the wet brown paper in his hand again, as if to put it on Bao Minghui's face.

"Wait..." "I'll confess, I'll confess everything!"

The incredibly exciting interrogation came to an end. Ye Shaohong had witnessed the entire process and gained a clearer understanding of Song Xiaoan's character.

"abnormal!"

"That's a fucking lunatic!"

"A Buddha's mouth but a demon's heart, I wasn't wrong about him. I'll remember what happened today for the rest of my life!"

Although that's what he said, Ye Shaohong didn't actually think Song Xiaoan had done anything wrong.

Those little devils.

No amount of cruelty is too much when it comes to dealing with them.

The only pity was that not a single drop of blood was seen throughout the entire process, which gave Ye Shaohong a feeling that it was not perfect.

If someone could pull out a gun right now and shoot Bao Minghui in the head, that would be perfect. "Wait a minute!"

"What the hell am I thinking? This kid hasn't confessed yet, and there are still hidden Japanese spies in Nanjing that haven't been uncovered. If I kill him now, wouldn't that be letting him off easy?"

"It's all Song Xiaoan's fault. His crazy antics are so infectious. I've been infected by him too."

"No, we need to stay away from him from now on!"

Ye Shaohong muttered to himself, while Xu Baichuan in the interrogation station was already impatient.

"Just confess!"

"As long as you confess honestly, we won't treat you unfairly."

"Tell me, what's your name, where are you from, what's your code name, and what's your mission in Jinling City?"

As he asked a series of questions, Xu Baichuan's excitement grew even more evident. "My name is Yoshizawa Koji, I'm from Osaka, and I belong to the Special Higher Police Section of the Metropolitan Police Department under the Ministry of Home Affairs. My direct superior is Doi Madoka Kanji..."

Yoshizawa Koji was truly terrified of Song Xiaoan's torment. While recounting his past and identity, he would occasionally steal glances at Song Xiaoan.

Seeing that Song Xiaoan had not made any new moves, he was relieved.

His words gradually calmed down, and he regained some composure.

And so, he slowly recounted the complete list of Japanese spies from the Spring Rain Group who had infiltrated Nanjing, and explained the mission they were tasked with.

Just as Ye Shaohong and Zheng Yaoxian had predicted, the entire Spring Rain team was actually there to cooperate with his work.

The way this person infiltrated Jinling City was truly remarkable.

He had actually sneaked into Nanjing as early as 1930, but at that time he was not yet Bao Minghui.

Instead, he was a junior agent who graduated from Nakano School and briefly studied at the East Asian School of Literature. After being ordered to infiltrate Nanjing, he first disguised himself as a Japanese overseas merchant to gather information and intelligence in the city.

Later, by chance, he met Bao Minghui, an upright college student.

Through contact, he discovered that Bao Minghui's background was extremely simple. His parents had died of an epidemic when he was young, and he was raised by his uncle.

His uncle also died unexpectedly a few years ago in the area outside the Great Wall.

This family background shaped Bao Minghui's taciturn personality; he had very few friends, and not a single close partner.

Most importantly, when Bao Minghui recognized Yoshizawa Koji, he had just obtained the qualification to take the exam for secretary of the Military Commission.

This gave Yoshizawa Hiroshi a wicked idea.

He cleverly devised a plan to lure the upright Bao Minghui out of Jinling City, and then secretly murdered him in a deserted wilderness. To ensure that his disguise would not be recognized, this vicious and venomous beast also secretly found Bao Minghui's relatives, friends, and neighbors.

He killed thirteen people to complete his lie.

On that very day, Yoshizawa Koji disappeared and became the secretary of the Military Commission's Office.

When news of his heinous acts reached the Special Higher Police, it drew high praise from Kenji Doi.

They praised his extraordinary talent and gave him great encouragement.

Listening to his account and recalling the lives of more than a dozen compatriots who died at his hands, Ye Shaohong felt a surge of hatred that made his teeth itch.

He suddenly raised his head and glared fiercely at the man.

"Damn, you beast!"

"You just wait. Once you spill everything you've got, I'll show you what I'm made of." "I'll make you regret ever being born."