An emergency rally whistle interrupted the competition between the two. The onlookers hurriedly ran to the gathering place. Ma Xingkong let go of Okamoto Yoshio's wrist and snorted coldly: "Hmph! I'll count your fate, kid! If you're not convinced,
, I will always be with you!"
On the huge playground, all the students stood neatly in rows according to their classes, and the soldier began to call their names one by one. The answers kept echoing in his ears. When the class consisting of Chinese students was called, the soldier read: "
Mu Yunchen! Mu Yunchen!"
No one answered. Bing Cao read again, but still no one answered. Ma Xingkong turned around to look for Mu Yunchen, and sure enough, Mu Yunchen was nowhere to be seen. After the roll call was completed, Bing Cao reported to Masao Inoue that, except for Chinese student Mu Yunchen,
All students were present. Masao Inoue nodded and stood quietly without saying a word.
Mu Yunchen also heard the whistle sound of the assembly, and immediately felt bad. He hurriedly sent the people, and immediately rushed back. At first, he was worried about being discovered by the Japanese. They had gone too far, and it was not easy to come back now.
. He finally rushed back out of breath, and there were five to six hundred people in the entire playground looking at him.
"Report!" Mu Yunchen shouted loudly.
Masao Inoue looked at the sweat on his face: "What did you do?"
"I have a stomachache, so I went to the hut!"
"Baga!" Inoue Masao said with a gloomy face: "Does it take so much sweat to get here from the latrine? Tell me! What are you doing?"
"In the latrine!" Mu Yunchen insisted.
Inoue said angrily: "I clearly saw you going to the nearby woods with someone, and asked, what on earth were you doing? Who was that person?"
"Report! I'm in the hut!"
"Who can testify?" Inoue pointed at Mu Yunchen: "Take him down! I want to interrogate this Chinese spy personally!"
Two Japanese soldiers came over immediately, tied up Mu Yunchen and pushed him down. On the third floor of the school is the military police training place. There is a special room here. No matter who comes in for the first time, he will feel scared. Inside the room, from the ground to
The roof was filled with all kinds of torture instruments. From toothpicks to electric shock generators, there was a dazzling array of them.
In the innermost part of the room, there was a cross-shaped wooden frame against the wall, and Mu Yunchen was tied to it. After being taken there yesterday, Masao Inoue immediately ended the gathering and personally led the students who had just learned torture inside.
In this house, using Mu Yunchen as a prop, the teaching work began.
First, starting with ten fingers, tiny toothpicks were inserted bit by bit from between the nails. The bone-piercing pain made Mu Yunchen faint many times. The instructor explained the pain of various punishments while using them.
As well as the size of the trauma. Listening to Mu Yunchen's screams and watching the torture instruments being used on Mu Yunchen's body, many students felt panicked.
Inoue Masao said: "Mr. Mu, you'd better confess immediately to avoid suffering physical pain. I can guarantee you that you will not die before all the torture instruments here are used up!"
"I really didn't do anything!" Mu Yunchen gritted his teeth and endured.
Masao Inoue's face darkened: "Continue!"
"Now let me introduce a new torture tool, the clamping stick!" A torture instructor was naked from the upper body and holding a small pair of clamping sticks made of iron bars: "I have to say that the Chinese are experts in torture and extorting confessions.
There have been various torture instruments long ago, with novel designs and exquisite ideas, which made people suffer unbearable pain. This clamp originated in the Tang Dynasty..."
While the instructor was talking, he forcefully stretched out Mu Yunchen's hands and put ten fingers into the clamping stick. The two of them pulled the belt next to them and slowly tightened the clamping stick.
"The worst thing about clamping sticks is that they can cause prisoners' bones to break, making it difficult to recover in a short period of time." The instructor continued: "However, his method of making is simple and makes the prisoners feel pain little by little until the bones in their hands and ankles are broken. It is the most advanced method in China.
A common method of torture.”
"Mr. Mu, look at your hands. They are so slender. Hurry up. If they are broken, it is very likely that they will never be reconnected. As long as you tell me what are you going to do? I promise to let you go immediately!" Masao Inoue persuaded again.
Mu Yunchen.
"I really didn't do anything!" Mu Yunchen replied weakly.
"Ah...!" A scream came from the torture room, floating in the sky, and the entire school could hear it clearly.
"These people themselves are so rude. They arrest our people without any evidence. You can hear that they are still torturing us. It has been a whole day and night!" A Chinese practitioner said anxiously.
Someone suggested: "Why don't we go see the principal collectively? I don't believe there is no room for reasoning here?"
"In my opinion, just go and save people!" Ma Xingkong slapped the table: "As long as we save people, that's the best result!"
The leading colonel sat aside and said nothing. He might know what Mu Yunchen's secret mission was this time. If the Japanese really knew something, if he went alone, he would be involved. He waved his hands repeatedly.
: "No, no! Acting rashly just confirms his guilt, and may also implicate us. I think it is most appropriate for me to go to the Chinese Embassy now and ask them to come forward."
Many people had the same idea as the colonel and agreed with this proposal. The colonel took a few people to find the embassy. Ma Xingkong lowered his head and thought for a long time, grabbed his clothes and followed a few people out of the door. Inoue
Zhengxiong only felt that Mu Yunchen was suspicious and there was not much evidence, so he only detained him. The other Chinese students have not been further restricted.
Ma Xingkong left the school gate and rushed to the temple where Mu Yunchen took him last time. Like Mu Yunchen, he knocked on the door of Monk Tongming's Zen room. There was still a Japanese question coming from inside.
Said: "Who is it?"
"Is it me?" Ma Xingkong answered in Chinese.
This time, it was a young novice who opened the door. He looked at Ma Xingkong's confused face and continued to ask, "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"
"Is Master Tongming here?" Ma Xingkong hurriedly changed to Japanese.
The little novice monk shook his head: "I don't know any master of transparency. Are you looking in the wrong place?"
After leaving the temple, Ma Xingkong looked around to make sure he was not in the wrong place. Suddenly, a bad premonition appeared in his mind. Could it be that something happened to Master Tongming? What should I do now? While thinking about it, he went to
Go back. Apart from the Chinese officers who came with him, he only knows Tongming. It’s not easy to tell those officers about Mu Yunchen’s matter. It’s really not possible without a reliable person.
Turning the corner, Ma Xingkong just walked with his head buried in his head. Unexpectedly, he bumped into someone head-on. As soon as he bumped into him, Ma Xingkong immediately felt a soft thing pressing warmly against his chest.
, his nostrils were immediately filled with a faint fragrance. He heard a woman say "Ah!". Ma Xingkong hurriedly reached out and hugged her.