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

Chapter 513 The Japanese Spy Confessed

In terms of experience in a single interrogation, Ye Shaohong is indeed no match for Huang Feiyi.

They're professionals, after all.

But Ye Shaohong also has his own strengths, namely his keen understanding of people's hearts and his detached observation as an outsider.

It was these two advantages that allowed Ye Shaohong to be one step ahead of Huang Feiyi and be the first to notice the unusual behavior of the owner of the Red Crane Restaurant.

Then a decision was made.

What about Huang's intangible cultural heritage?

Hearing Ye Shaohong's words of dissuasion, he stopped what he was doing, but he didn't immediately turn around and leave. Instead, he turned and looked at Section Chief Zhou of the interrogation department.

obviously.

He was requesting orders from his direct superior.

Despite Huang Feiyi's attempt to impress Ye Shaohong, he's clearly no fool for making a name for himself in the Special Service Department.

He knew very well who would decide his future.

"I'll listen to Section Chief Ye."

"Shang Han, you go and take over. Skip the appetizers and serve him the main course."

Section Chief Zhou of the Interrogation Department nodded, which was considered a response.

Huang Feiyi then turned and left.

Without hesitation, Mo Shanghanye stepped forward immediately after receiving Section Chief Zhou's order, picking up a leather case from the ground.

Upon arriving at the rack, Mo Shanghan did not rush to act immediately. Instead, he frowned, bent down, and carefully observed the suspect's physical condition.

During this time, he also pried open the eyelids of the Red Crane Restaurant owner with his hands and took his pulse.

Once everything was ready, Mo Shanghan walked to a corner of the interrogation room and picked up a wicker thermos.

After checking the contents of the thermos and estimating the temperature of the hot water, Mo Shanghan returned to the rack.

He raised the rattan kettle high and slowly poured the hot water inside onto the chest of the Red Crane Restaurant owner. He watched as the Red Crane Restaurant owner's chest suddenly turned red, then slowly turned dark red, and the hot water gradually scalded his skin until small blisters appeared. Only then did Mo Shanghan stop what he was doing.

Then, from the leather case he had brought, he took out a brush no bigger than the palm of his hand, covered with fine wires. "My technique is an improvement on the torture of branding created by Daji of the Shang Dynasty."

"Our ancestors gave it a good name, Yunni!"

Mo Shanghan had a very cold and sinister aura. When Ye Shaohong first saw him, he felt as if he were facing a venomous snake.

And the facts were pretty much as he had perceived.

With a brief introduction from Mo Shanghan, he slowly raised the wire brush in his hand and, under the watchful gaze of the Red Crane Restaurant owner, slowly extended it.

When the wire brush landed on the scalded chest of the Red Crane Restaurant owner, with just a slight touch, the owner's expression immediately changed.

Clearly, he had a rough idea of ​​what Mo Shanghan wanted to do.

This form of torture was clearly far more cruel and bloody than the physical torture inflicted on Huang Feiyi. Before Mo Shanghan had even begun to act, the owner of the Red Crane Restaurant on the rack was already trembling with fear, unable to control his rage.

"You...what do you want to do?"

"I've already said I've been framed, why won't you listen to my explanation?"

The manager of the Red Crane Restaurant was still trying to argue and protest, still trying to escape punishment. He struggled to move his body while shouting loudly.

But his shouts were clearly ineffective.

Because the person he accused of wronging him, Ye Shaohong, was standing right beside him at that very moment.

He was coldly observing everything.

"listen."

"I need an answer: your identity, Chen Peishan's identity, and what is the relationship between the two of you?" "Tell me, and I might spare your life!"

Ye Shaohong narrowed his eyes, then suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the head of the Red Crane Restaurant manager, pulling him hard and slamming him against the torture rack.

At the same time, he roared out the question that had been nagging at him.

"No!"

"I don't know. I'm just an ordinary restaurant owner, and I don't have any other identity..."

The man was still stubbornly refusing to admit it, but as soon as he shouted, Ye Shaohong grabbed his head again and slammed it against the torture rack once more.

"Let's do it."

"Hurry up, my patience is running out."

"By the way, Section Chief Zhou, arrange for someone to go to the infirmary and invite a surgeon over. Have him bring adrenaline and emergency treatment medication. Before I get the answers I want, even if it means skinning him alive, we can't let him die!" Ye Shaohong said fiercely. Section Chief Zhou was naturally willing to cooperate. He immediately opened the door to the interrogation room and went out to make arrangements.

At the same time, Mo Shanghan also started wielding the wire brush in his hand.

His dancing techniques are also different from most people's.

Each time the steel brush swept across the suspect's chest, it could easily scrape off a piece of flesh, yet miraculously, it didn't cause serious injury.

Even the blood didn't flow out much.

But this kind of horror is indescribable. For the victim, he can clearly see the flesh on his chest being peeled away bit by bit.

He could still hear the rustling sound of flesh and blood falling off.

This dual pressure, both mental and physical, puts an unimaginable strain on the human spirit.

Even though the owner of the Red Crane Restaurant was a desperate man who had received Japanese sycophantism education, and even though he had long been prepared to die, when he saw and heard his own flesh and blood being slowly peeled away, he still quickly teetered on the brink of a mental breakdown.

When Mo Shanghan skillfully and naturally peeled away all the flesh from his chest, revealing the faint outline of his ribs, the manager of the Red Crane Restaurant finally could not bear it any longer.

He suddenly looked up and shouted.

"Stop, stop..."

"I confess, I confess! I'll tell you whatever you want to know, just make him stop!"

The manager of the Red Crane Restaurant was indeed a clever man. When he was begging for mercy, he did not look at Mo Shanghan, but looked at Ye Shaohong.

His shouts reached Ye Shaohong's ears, finally causing the coldness on Ye Shaohong's face to dissipate slightly.

"You want me to let you go?" "It's simple."

"I'll say it again: your name, identity, position, Chen Peishan's identity, the relationship between the two of you, the several times you've contacted each other before, and what information you've exchanged."

"Tell me, and I'll arrange for a doctor to treat you immediately. I also warn you, don't try to deceive me."

"Because you can't afford the consequences!"