The coachman's former colleagues put his body in a box, pressed it tightly, and then poured water on his face until he was about to suffocate. There were also other coachman's methods: repeatedly scalding his body with a red-hot iron, or using a sharp

Prick the body with wooden thorns. You can also ask the coachman to kneel down, and then place a wooden board on his ankle, with a policeman standing on each end of the wooden board, which will almost dislocate the ankle joint.

During the extremely brutal torture that lasted for more than three hours, if someone had unbuttoned the driver's belt, opened his clothes, and taken off his shorts, he would have discovered that from the lower abdomen that was half covered from the waist to the two knees, whether it was the lower abdomen or

The crotch, crotch, front and back were covered with a layer of indescribable and terrifying color as if stone black and red paint had been mixed together and smeared on it.

Moreover, traces of a large amount of internal bleeding can also be seen. The skin of the thigh is swollen as if it is about to burst, and is twice as thick as an average person's thigh.

What is even more tragic is the fracture of the index finger of the right hand. It is really a complete fracture. The index finger is bent in the opposite direction and touches the back of the hand. The index finger is bent backwards.

The former colleague said to the driver: "It has been three hours now, do you think you can still hold on?"

The coachman was now unconscious, and his lips were shaking unconsciously from the pain. He seemed to have mustered the courage from his heart and shouted loudly: "Kill me, kill me. I won't tell you!"

"

The former colleagues no longer had the initial rapport, or the three hours of torture had not only worn down the coachman's will, but the former colleagues also had not much sanity left.

"Stop moving, you can't escape. We have been seeing each other for such a long time. Look, you don't think I have given you a drink of water until now. Have a drink of water first, and you will tell me after you finish it.

, you know." The former colleague smiled evilly and covered the driver's face with a rag on the side, and then poured cold water on the rag. The rag was wetted by the cold water and stuck tightly to the driver's face. The driver exhaled forcefully.

, trying to blow the wet cloth away so that he could breathe.

However, all this is in vain. You must know that a person who is lying on his back, no matter how strong he is, can never blow away a piece of wet cloth covering his face. Former colleagues have tried this method many times, and they have never been able to blow it away.

I've never seen anyone able to blow a wet cloth away.

The former colleague added another piece of cloth and continued to pour water. The torturer held down the coachman's head hard and did not allow the coachman's head to move. The other person tried his best to hold down the coachman's legs.

Seeing the wet cloth rising and falling on the driver's mouth and nose, his former colleague ordered the torturer to hold it down, then added another piece of cloth and continued to water.

With the sound of "squeaking", water was sucked into the mouth, and the belly swelled little by little. The former colleague was very interested in this and kept watering.

"I think that's enough. If you let him die, you won't be able to find out anything," the interrogator said to his former colleague.

It was indeed almost done. The coachman's belly had swollen to the point of bursting. After removing the wet cloth, the coachman gasped in pain, his facial features were distorted, and his two bloodshot eyes protruded from the sockets, looking like they were about to explode.

.

The interrogator, who was already good at this, brought a long pole from the side and pressed it horizontally on the rickshaw driver's bloated belly. The former colleague and the torturer were one at a time, like playing on a seesaw, laughing and pressing down hard. The water column came from the driver's belly.

It spurted out from the mouth, and it wasn't until blood finally spurted out that the former colleague and the torturer stopped.

"How about it? Do you want to tell me? Or don't tell the truth?" The former colleague punched the coachman several times on the side of the face, causing the coachman's distorted face to be instantly stained red by the blood spurting from his nostrils and mouth.

.

The coachman glared at his former colleague with his protruding eyes and spoke with difficulty, but it was not what his former colleague wanted to hear.

The former colleague wanted to continue to torture the coachman, but at this time someone brought food. The former colleague also needed to replenish his strength, so he temporarily left the coachman who was tied to the torture device and went to taste the delicious food.

At this moment, a Japanese second lieutenant with a samurai sword slung across his back walked into the execution room. His face was red and he was obviously drunk. He shouted loudly: "Did you find out any valuable information?"

The former colleague quickly dropped the food in his hand and ran to him, but said he hadn't asked yet.

"You bastard!" The Japanese second lieutenant punched his former colleague in the chest. "Since we can't ask anything, just kill them all!"

After scolding him a few more times, he turned around and left. His former colleagues were angry, thinking that it was these guys who were unwilling to cooperate that caused him to be beaten.

At that time, I couldn't bear it at all. How did the coachman persist? This made my former colleague extremely angry. He wanted to kill the Japanese second lieutenant, but it was too easy to kill him with a bayonet. How to kill him?

Are they good?

A former colleague accidentally thought of a toilet in the corner and immediately had an idea.

The toilet there is to dig a deep pit in the ground, and then put two thick wooden boards on it. The excrement is piled in the deep pit. When it is almost full, it is taken out to dry and used as the next year's toilet.

Fertilizer use.

"Since you don't want to tell the truth, then eat all the dirty things in the latrine."

The former colleagues asked the torturer and several other people to come over quickly to help. The former colleagues untied the coachman from the torture device. The coachman had no strength to resist, so the four former colleagues easily lifted the coachman to the

hut.

Then, the torturer used a shovel to open the wood on the latrine, and under the shouts of his former colleagues, pushed the coachman, who had already foreseen that he was going to do harm to him, into the latrine with his head down and his feet up.

The driver looked at the filth that was slowly approaching him, and he would die in it. The last line of defense in the driver's heart was broken, and he said to his former colleague: "Say! Say! Say! I said it all. Pull me up! Hurry up!"

I'll pull up!"

The coachman's former colleague burst out laughing when he heard it and said, "Come on! Pull him up quickly."

When the coachman was pulled up, the former colleague did not immediately ask the coachman what he knew. Instead, he called the doctor over first and gave the coachman simple treatment.

After the doctor gave the coachman a brief treatment, the coachman's former colleague asked: "This is you, if it were anyone else, who would have been the doctor first?"

Look, I'm ready. Come on, let's talk about everything one by one. Where is your upline? Where is your downline?"

The coachman looked at his former colleague's cheerful appearance, and all kinds of emotions came to his heart. He had endured so much pain before, so why did he back down at the last step?
Chapter completed!