Hirata Ichiro brought Yamamoto Ichiki to the dungeon. At this moment, Zhu Ziming was trapped on the shelf of the torture room.

Zhu Ziming lowered his head and said nothing, with a slightly painful expression. Although the Japanese did not move some more severe punishments, Zhu Ziming suffered a lot after being arrested.

These Japanese devils who are forcing confession have many ways to make you suffer without leaving you with obvious injuries.

A military policeman next to him quickly brought in two chairs and asked Yamamoto Ichiki and Hirata Ichiro to sit down.

Yamamoto Ichiki took over the torture record, which only wrote some information about Zhu Ziming, and this information was obtained by the Japanese through other means.

Yamamoto Kazuki frowned and asked, "Is this guy helpless?"

A Japanese officer replied: "We have been interrogating for a while. This guy is very stubborn and refuses to confess at all."

"Yaxi!"

Yamamoto Ichiki nodded slightly, walked to Zhu Ziming, and said to Zhu Ziming softly: "Zhu Ziming, it seems that you are a taciturn person. Since you refuse to say it, there is no need to waste time."

"And you don't think about it. Since we can catch you, it means you have been betrayed by your comrades!"

"While I'm in a good mood now, you can tell me your last words."

Zhu Ziming slowly raised his head, glanced at Yamamoto Ichiki, and said weakly: "I don't plan to live if I want to kill you! Why talk nonsense?"

Yamamoto Kazuki said with a smile: "You are quite wise. It's good. As long as you oppose us and are hostile to us, we will firmly and completely eliminate it."

"None of them can survive, but there are many ways to die."

"For a hard-working person like you, we often take some special methods."

"Death is not terrible. The most terrible thing is worse than death. Sometimes it is the greatest happiness to be able to choose a suitable way of death."

"Obviously you will not be so happy, but I can choose a way of death that is most suitable for you."

"And I will choose a new, more creative way of dying for you, and you should feel lucky because you should be the first to try this way."

Zhu Ziming's expression suddenly changed, because he could see clearly that the old Japanese in front of him was clearly to torture him, and it was better to die than to make him live.

Especially now he doesn't know how this old Japanese man wanted to torture him, and unknown things are often even more terrifying.

Thinking of these Japanese devils' methods, can Zhu Ziming not be afraid?

In the situation like this, it is indeed the greatest happiness to be shot directly or shot in one shot.

"Yaxi~!"

Yamamoto Kazuki said with a smile: "It seems you are interested in the way you die."

"As far as I know, there was a kind of death penalty in ancient China called Lingchi, commonly known as Thousand Knife."

"It means cutting off the flesh on a person's body piece by piece, and it is said that it can cut up to 3,600 knives."

"Mr. Zhu is thin, and it is estimated that more than 3,000 knives will definitely not be able to cut it. However, our executioner skills are also very good. It should be no problem to cut a thousand knives."

"You can rest assured that if you don't cut enough, you will never die."

Zhu Ziming's face became even more ugly. He glared at Yamamoto Ichiki and shouted: "You bastard, if you have the ability, you kill me, and now you kill me!"

Zhu Ziming is not stupid either. He doesn't want to be cut into a thousand swords. Now he is angry with these Japanese devils. Perhaps the old Japanese can shoot him or slash him with one sword, which can make him suffer less.

Yamamoto Iki waved his hand, and a Japanese man walked over and stuffed a broken towel into Zhu Ziming's mouth.

Zhu Ziming struggled anxiously, but couldn't make any noise.

Yamamoto Kazuki continued: "Lingchi is considered an ancient punishment, not a creative one."

"We have now deliberately improved this punishment. It's winter now. Many people like to eat hot pot. I have also eaten mutton hotpot, which is quite delicious."

"I don't know if Mr. Zhu has eaten the sauerk. It doesn't matter if you can taste it immediately, and it's your own meat."

"I'll have someone prepare what sauce you like to eat right away."

"You can eat while enjoying yourself being lingchi, and you can cut and rinse while eating."

"The custom of stolen rice in China has been around since ancient times, and your stolen rice is quite rich, just this pot of stolen meat."

"You can keep eating your own meat, replenish your energy, and prevent your breath from dying. Do you think it's okay?"

After Yamamoto Ichiki finished speaking, he turned to a lieutenant next to him and said, "Lieutenant, go and prepare hot pot immediately! You must add some ginseng and other supplements to the soup pot, so that our Mr. Zhu Ziming will not die so easily."

"You must use the best ginseng, and you don't have to save money."

"Hayi!"

The lieutenant responded respectfully and turned around and left.

Yamamoto Ichiki looked at Zhu Ziming with a smile and said, "Mr. Zhu must be looking forward to it too? Based on Mr. Zhu's appetite, I estimate that this hot pot feast can last for at least two days."

At this moment, Zhu Ziming was almost scared. He thought that this old Japanese wanted to cut him a thousand knives and even wanted him to simmer his own meat, and he had to eat it.

Who can not be afraid?

Yamamoto Kazuki sneered, "It seems that our Mr. Zhu Ziming has something to say."

Then Yamamoto Iki waved his hand, and the Japanese next to him immediately pulled out the broken hand towel stuffed into Zhu Ziming's mouth.

Zhu Ziming's face was pale, and he was covered in cold sweat. He looked at Yamamoto Ichiki in horror, and squeezed out a word for a long time.

"If you kill me, you won't get anything?"

Yamamoto Ichiki smiled even happier. It was obvious that this guy had already gotten into trouble.

Yamamoto Kazuki said with a smile: "I won't get anything if I don't kill you. If I kill you, at least I can enjoy a hot pot feast for a few days. After the cut, I believe I can get a perfect human skeleton. I will donate it to the medical school. You are devoting to science."

"Come in!"

“Hayi~!”

At this time, a Japanese man walked in with a small box.

Yamamoto Ichiki introduced: "He is a medical student, and his scalpel is very accurate and guarantees that you can cut a thousand knives."

"You can let Mr. Zhu see your scalpel first!"

"Hayi!"

The Japanese responded respectfully and was about to take out the scalpel.

At this moment, Zhu Ziming's psychological defense line had collapsed, and Zhu Ziming shouted loudly: "I said..."

Yamamoto Ichiki smiled slightly and said, "Congratulations to Mr. Zhu, you can continue to live."

"The next thing is left to you."

"Hayi!"

Several Japanese officers present responded respectfully.

Yamamoto Ichiki said to Hirada Ichiro: "Hida-kun, now we can go for tea."
Chapter completed!