Time slipped away in a second, and Zhou Zhihan closed his eyes and burned four cigarettes.

The middle-aged man had a sweat on his forehead, and Zhou Zhihan could hear that his breathing was a little unstable, which was a direct manifestation of being unable to hold back.

Zhou Zhihan had seen these methods in movies and TV novels before traveling through time, but he didn't expect that they could be used now, and it worked quite well.

Silence will make the other party lose his mind while guessing.

More than twenty minutes later, Zhou Zhihan stood up, threw the cigarette butt into the burning stove, took two more ropes, fixed the middle-aged man's left and right hands on the handrail of the bench, and said softly: "I don't have anesthetic here, I'm afraid you'll have pain, so I can only tie your hands up. This is for your own good! You've heard of the story of scraping bones to cure poison, right?"

The man struggled.

To no avail.

My mouth was stuffed and I couldn't speak.

The rope is a buckle, thin and tough, and the more you struggle, the tighter you get.

Zhou Zhihan held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, squinted his eyes, slowly put on white gloves, slowly opened the small suitcase, took out a bottle of white wine and opened it to smell it, tasted it briefly, and nodded, then took out a sharp shaver to look at it for a while, and swung a circle of sweat on his arm, which fell off. Then he said softly: "I will help you remove the poison sores first. The process is a little painful, so bear it and pass!"

The oil lamp shook slightly, and Zhou Zhihan rubbed every move to the extreme. His face flickered in the shadows, his eyes were unpredictable, and the shaved in the light.

His ten fingers are slender, white, soft, flexible and powerful. He opened the wine bottle, poured wine on the cotton, and wiped his hands to disinfect.

Ten seconds later.

A paper armor fell.

Blood gushed on the ground like a spring.

then.

123456.

It's all on the ground.

Paper armor.

During the whole process, the middle-aged man kept screaming and trembling all over.

Zhou Zhihan whistled, took off his white gloves, poured wine and wiped his hands carefully again. He took the clean teacup, put a large trove of fine West Lake Longjing, rolled the boiling teapot with a towel and carried the boiling water into the cup of tea. Cuibi's tea leaves rolled and stretched out their bodies in an instant, revealing fragrance in the teacup, and the tea fragrance suddenly filled the tea.

Zhou Zhihan first picked up the teacup, closed his eyes and enjoyed his sense of smell, and then lit another cigarette. He didn't even look at the middle-aged man, lying beautifully on the recliner, closing his eyes to think about life while swallowing clouds and fog.

The middle-aged man was soaked with sweat, his face was pale, his hair was dripping with sweat, and he was almost exhausted, and he collapsed on the chair. He didn't know why Zhou Zhihan did this and what was the purpose of doing this. Zhou Zhihan's coldness and ruthlessness made him shudder.

Zhou Zhihan is too young and his beard is still tender, but he doesn't frown when he waves the knife. He is very focused, like an artist focusing on sculpture.

He is a tough guy.

"Fujii Heiji, a Japanese special high school special agent, was thirty-nine years old, and came to China from Japan to receive education at the age of nine. At the age of nine, he was the adopted son of businessman Tang Zhishan, named Tang Yong, and entered Tianjin Business School at the age of sixteen. He had excellent grades. At the age of nineteen, you asked your adoptive parents to die of illness and set foot on the United States with all their property, pretending to be an international student, businessman, and began to collect intelligence for Japan in the United States and kill many patriotic Chinese.

In your hands, there are twenty-three Chinese victims, two of whom died of their entire family. They are all your masterpieces and are perfectly made.

Seven children were among the deceased.

I'm right, Mr. Fujii."

After saying that, Zhou Zhihan picked up the tea cup, blew the tea leaves that were completely stretched out on the water surface, sipped a few sips on the table, and slowly chewed a piece of light bitter and sweet tea leaves, with a very comfortable expression.

It turned out that this middle-aged man was Tang Yong, who Zhou Zhihan met at the Chinese Overseas Chinese Association and on Changle Beach.

His true identity is Heiji Fujii, a Japanese special high school spy.

Tang Yong, who was trembling the whole body a moment ago, raised his eyelids, and his eyes suddenly became tainted. He stared at Zhou Zhihan, as if he wanted to see through the young man's heart.

Zhou Zhihan continued to drink his tea as if nothing had happened: "I know that everyone in your special high school class has sworn allegiance to the Emperor and would rather die than reveal a secret.

But anatomy proves that the human body's ability to withstand pain has its limits, and your willpower will soon collapse in front of my shaver.

I also know that everyone in your special high school classes is superstitious about their willpower, so I don’t waste my talk with you, just use a shaver to talk to you, and be quick and neat.

Those seven paper armors were for the seven children who died tragically.”

Fujii Heiji slowly closed his eyes, with a calm expression of contempt. He just wailed silently, begging for mercy because he was not sure why the other party arrested him. He had to show an ordinary expression.

Now, he still doesn't know how he was exposed, but he knows that he is finished and has no way to survive, so he can only bear it.

Intuition told him that the other party wanted him to die, but he also wanted to pry open his mouth before he died and take out all the secrets in his heart.

It's impossible to say.

Say it is dead, but if you don’t say it is dead.

As a spy, Fujii knows some secrets, but it will be even worse if he takes it.

Not to mention, the torturer will gradually increase the method of repeatedly torture and force the suspect to question. If the suspect bites his mouth to death, it will make the torturer angry. If he is not careful, he may not be able to stop the suspect from being beaten to death after taking the heavy move.

If you die, you will be completely destroyed.

If you say it, you will suffer more torture.

Fujii wants to die soon now. As a spy, he knows what the result will be if he falls into the other party's hands.

He usually plans to hide a few poisons on his body and can die at any time, but he was fainted by the other party without realizing it. Now he can't even die if he wants to.

"You know that you will die today, so you will endure it, but you don't know that the human body's ability to withstand pain has its limits. The cruel training you receive in the special high school course is actually just a piece of paper.

The dishes I serve you will roast your soul, and you will never know what I will do to you next.”

Zhou Zhihan said, taking the tongs burned red on the stove, lit a cigarette, and then...

"Si~"

A stream of white smoke floated in front of Zhou Zhihan, with a burnt and fishy smell.

Fujii's hair was almost wet with sweat.

Zhou Zhihan stuffed the tongs into the stove and pushed the fire out: "I know, how do you endure the pain after training in the special high school class?

Your instructor must have said that if you endure the initial pain, the pain will gradually turn into numbness.

But your instructor must not have told you that pain can be repeatedly applied, and every time it is repeated, the pain will double."

While Zhou Zhihan spoke, he took out the tongs and looked at it: "If you have any illness, you will have to be treated, otherwise the blood will be gone and you will be killed."

He said it lightly, making people feel that he was completely out of kindness.

Fujii was so sad that he heard it.
Chapter completed!