Si Baozi turned his head and glanced at Xu Ruifeng in confusion, but Lao Xu stared at the guy who still didn't dare to open his eyes. For a moment, everyone was confused.
They didn't think that the Japanese could stretch their hands so long, and they didn't think that the Japanese would have anything to do with the people in Nanjing. But when the people from Nanjing said the word "Japan", it shocked the whole courtyard.
Everyone was stunned.
Wang Ming reached out and scratched his hair: "Why...didn't I understand?"
Xu Ruifeng stretched out his hand to stop him and told him to be silent. He walked towards the man who spoke so eloquently and said, "Come on, open your eyes and see if I am the King of Hell."
The kid was really frightened, but it was only for a moment. When he slowly opened his eyes, he looked as if he had eaten something unclean, and his face was full of shock.
"You...you..."
Si Baozi squatted down next to him and said: "We are all the little devils around Lord Yama. Lord Yama asked me to ask you, what happened to the Japanese you just mentioned?"
"What Japanese? I don't know what you are talking about."
"Isn't it too late to be ridiculous now? I'm telling you, if you pee standing up, you can't sit back on the shit you pooped out." This made Wang Ming angry. He had never seen such a trick in front of his face.
Smelly rascal.
The kid looked at the people in the courtyard, and then at his companion who was squatting in the corner and staring at him. As if he already understood what the environment was like, he immediately bit his tongue and said, "If you don't understand, you just don't understand.
"
Xu Ruifeng said softly: "Okay, don't you understand? I'll let you understand."
"Sibaozi, get him into the vegetable cellar for me."
"Wang Ming, go into the house and cover the door of the vegetable cellar with a quilt."
After all this busy work, when Xu Ruifeng turned around and got out of the vegetable cellar, Wang Ming also closed the door of the vegetable cellar. Si Baozi closed the vegetable cellar cover and turned around and asked him: "Do you think we can kill this product?"
"
Wang Ming responded: "Are you still using your dead hand?"
He looked at the sky and thought thoughtfully: "With all the methods my father suffered in the gendarmerie, wouldn't he be able to use them all at random?"
"Why did I hear that the Japanese use bamboo sticks to nail people's hands?"
"That's not what I heard. Fourth brother, my father and I have talked about this, and it's all true."
The face of the man in the corner changed, he was so pale that there was no blood!
He blankly turned his head and looked at the entrance of the vegetable cellar, as if there was something rare there. When he listened carefully and couldn't hear any sound, he asked: "Brother, why can't you hear anything underground?
?”
Wang Ming really answered: "Isn't this nonsense?"
"In order to keep out moisture, ordinary people's vegetable cellars are first plastered with a layer of cement, then covered with bricks, and then plastered with another layer, two layers of cement and one layer of bricks, and covered with quilts. What can you hear?
Wang Ming finally thought about it and said, "What do you want to hear?"
"What does he know that you don't?"
The man stopped talking again, but his eyes as he looked at the vegetable cellar were full of fear.
In the vegetable cellar.
Xu Ruifeng was sitting opposite the monitor, and the coldness on his face was self-evident.
"It's just one chance. If you don't tell me, I won't listen. What on earth do the Japanese have to do with you?"
The man looked around in panic. There was nothing to see in the vegetable cellar. It was just a cellar. What else could there be?
"Okay, I won't listen anymore."
Xu Ruifeng slowly approached and pulled out the dagger from his trouser leg. One by one, he used the blade to open the buttons of the man's undershirt. The process was both meticulous and slow, like a boulder crushing his psychological defense line little by little.
"Let me tell you, before coming to Harbin, I destroyed a Japanese laboratory in northern Manchuria and saw a lot of research materials on the human body."
"The Japanese have divided the human body into areas with the strongest pain, namely the skin, internal organs and nerves."
"Let's put it this way, if someone chops you, you may scream in pain, but if I take out your intestines and pinch you, you will faint from the pain. This is because of the nerves in the trunk and viscera
The receptors are different. The internal organs are not sensitive to shear force, but are sensitive to stretch..."
The man opposite stopped him and said, "Brother, what are you talking about?"
Xu Ruifeng shook his head: "I actually don't understand much. I'll try it on you later."
The elder Xu stepped forward, and the boy leaned back in fright. In an instant, Old Xu rode up, holding a knife and gesticulating on his white belly: "Please cooperate with me in a moment, and watch me cut your flesh."
It hurts when the intestines are pulled out, or when the intestines are pulled out..."
Xu Ruifeng stretched out his hand and pressed the opponent's belly skin, and the white flesh sank downwards. The tip of the knife was immediately pushed up. When he let go, the skin flickered to dust, and a hole was made in his belly.
"well!"
Blood bubbled out along the small hole, and it was obvious that the tip of the knife had entered.
"What are you shouting for? I haven't started yet!"
Xu Ruifeng stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth. He really didn't believe that the guy in front of him could withstand the torture. He almost gave up in the military police last year. Can such a person who made the 'King of Hell' almost pee his pants with fear, be able to withstand it?
"Just for a moment, I'll try to be as sharp as possible, and then you can just tell me where it hurts."
This man was crying on the ground, but Xu Ruifeng didn't even bother to kill him, and he still confessed.
Lao Xu pulled the dagger back and said: "If you ask me to squat down again, it will be useless to shout anything, do you hear me?"
"Say, who are you!"
The man on the ground didn't even have the nerve to get up. He lay on the ground covering the wound on his stomach and said: "Blue Shirt Club Harbin Underground Intelligence Station Action Team, Cheng Feng."
"What's going on with the Japanese in your mouth!"
Cheng Feng hammered the ground hard with his hand, venting his dissatisfaction and saying: "The underground intelligence station in Harbin was taken over by the Japanese..."
"What!"
Cheng Feng said angrily: "Two months ago, we were ordered to investigate the movements of the Japanese army in order to determine the route of the Japanese army's advance after dispatching troops. Just when our people had just found clues, the Japanese attacked our intelligence station at night."
"Everyone died, but I was the only one who survived, only me!"
When Xu Ruifeng heard this, he looked at him and asked, "Say it again!"
"There is no longer an intelligence station in Nanjing in Harbin. The underground intelligence station in Harbin was taken down two months ago!"
"Impossible!" Xu Ruifeng said in disbelief: "Why is there no news about such a big matter?"
"Who dares?"
He said word by word: "What kind of place do you think Harbin is? Here, have you ever heard anyone talking about the sound of gunfire that night? Have you ever heard that the Red Party, Nanjing people and the Japanese were fighting?
Is it done?”
"Do you know why?"
"In order to prevent people from talking about relevant content, the Japanese arrested everyone who talked about such incidents. Now ordinary people know that if you say the wrong thing, you may lose your life. Who will say anything?"
"In Harbin today, all the news that can be spread is what the Japanese intentionally let you know."
Xu Ruifeng looked at him in surprise: "You mean..."
"Yes, I mean, today's underground organizations in Harbin, the Communist International, the Red Party, and Nanjing are as transparent as a piece of cellophane in their eyes. They know every stronghold of everyone and everything you are doing.
