Noma Moonan was the last time he saw Nasri half a month ago.

Nasri's mental state was extremely poor, and when he saw someone, he didn't speak, just muttered to himself.

It looks like he's crazy.

Noma Moman was a little scared when he saw it.

"He's really pathetic."

Noma Moyan actually sighed for a Frenchman: "I remember when I kidnapped him just now, he was still very arrogant, constantly shouting something." But Ichikawa Yuma locked him in a very narrow cave and chained him. Throw some food into the cave every few days......"

Meng Shaoyuan knew all too much about this.

When a person is held in an extremely harsh environment, with no one to talk to him and no chance of being rescued, the person's spirit will quickly break down.

I used this trick when I dealt with Narumi Shimamoto.

Now, he has a plan.

And he thinks it's a plan with a high probability of success.

There is absolutely no perfect plan in the world, and any plan that has been carefully planned in advance will always encounter unexpected events that are difficult to prevent.

In many cases, the spur of the moment is more effective.

From He Guangtao to the contradiction between Japan and France, a plan has vaguely appeared in Meng Shaoyuan's mind.

But he still didn't get to the point.

And now Noma Momoan's information has finally made him "have an idea".

He knew what to do.

Meng Shaoyuan drank the wine in the cup, and then took some food: "Then, take me to Nasri now, and your reward will be 10,000 yen!" ”

Pinghe Street.

It was also part of the Japanese Concession, and to the west from Heiwa Street, there were several abandoned warehouses.

There used to be a time when it was a glorious place.

However, with the extension of the Japanese concession, the warehouses here began to show its many disadvantages such as inaccessibility.

With the completion of the construction of the Xiechang Road warehouse, this place was completely abandoned.

It is not known when a large amount of household garbage was dumped at the location of the original warehouse.

In the summer, the stench is so bad that no one wants to approach it.

The Ministry of Industry of the Japanese Concession obviously has no intention of governing this place.

Even though it's spring, the smell is still very bad.

When Meng Shaoyuan passed by the garbage, he couldn't help but cover his nose.

But look at Noma Moonan's appearance again, but he doesn't care at all.

Several dilapidated warehouses appeared.

Noma Momoan came to the last storeroom.

Not a single guard either.

The air in the warehouse is so foul that people feel like they can't breathe.

Noma Moonan came to the corner of the storeroom, bent down on the ground and opened the door to the cave: "This place was originally used to store castor oil in the summer, but it was later abandoned. Nasri is inside. Once inside, there is a pull wire switch in the left hand. ”

Meng Shaoyuan really didn't know what the Japanese were thinking in their heads.

Keep the prisoners here, and every few days remember to throw some food in.

Just kill Nasri, and kill people soon?

Noma Moonan didn't have the courage to take Nasri out and use it as a blackmailer.

He's just a ronin.

He didn't have the guts to deal with those in high positions.

"Wait outside."

Meng Shaoyuan carried a bag in his hand and walked down the stairs cautiously.

In the cave, the stench made Meng Shaoyuan almost vomit.

According to what Noma Moyana said, he found the pull switch, and when he pulled it, the dim light lit up there.

Meng Shaoyuan finally saw Nasri.

You've been in detention for three months, right?

Nasri called for a chain, sat in a corner with his knees crossed, his hair dirty and unkempt, and when he saw someone come in, he didn't do anything, just kept muttering something.

On the side, there were empty bags everywhere, full of food scraps, all of which were smelling bad.

Inside a large basin was blackened water.

"Hey."

Meng Shaoyuan tried to say hello to him.

Nasri didn't seem to hear at all.

What Meng Shaoyuan was most worried about now was that this Frenchman couldn't understand English, so he tentatively raised the bag in his hand and said in English: "Food, food." ”

Nasri finally reacted, staring blankly at the place.

Well, he understands English.

Meng Shaoyuan was relieved, he threw the bag in front of Nas: "Eat, you must be hungry, right?" ”

Nasri opened the bag, and when he saw the contents, he immediately reached in, grabbed half a piece of grilled eel, and stuffed it all into his mouth.

"Your name is Nasri?"

Nasri ate and didn't answer.

"France, great, great."

Meng Shaoyuan remembered that He Guangtao had introduced himself that this Nasri was a great Frenchman.

Sure enough, when he heard this, Nasri's movements slowed down.

Although he had a nervous breakdown, those things in his subconscious could not be forgotten.

Meng Shaoyuan was at the bottom, he lit a cigarette, only in this way can the stench in the cave be lessened: "The Japanese are despicable, they must die...... The Japanese kidnapped you, and they must die...... The Japanese keep you here, they have to die......"

Nasri's throat sounded "Hoho".

"You are a great detective, you have solved the murder of Alfonso and his wife, they must ......die," Meng Shaoyuan said slowly: "However, because of your outstanding performance, the Japanese actually despised you here, and they must die...... No one can challenge the dignity of the French, but if the Japanese do, they must die......"

There, he repeated over and over again, "The Japanese, they must die."

"I ...... Want...... Get out ......."

Finally, Nasri's mouth was hard and slurred with these words.

"Yes, you're going to get out, but the Japanese, they have to die." Meng Shaoyuan began to accentuate his tone: "Tell me, how did those Japanese who had to die torture you?" ”

"Hit me...... With a needle, prick me...... Leather shoes...... Kick me ......" The looming fragments in Nasri's mind kept flashing: "I, Frenchman, Detective, French, French, great." Japan, monkeys. They, damn it......"

"It's not damned, but the Japanese must die!" Meng Shaoyuan's speech began to speed up: "No Frenchman should be tortured, especially you. Kuroki Asada, he tortures you, he must die! ”

"No, no, it's not Kuroki Asada...... He doesn't call it by that name...... His name is ...... His name is ......"

"Listen, his name is Kuroki Asada." Meng Shaoyuan induced him step by step: "You have been tortured too much, so I can't remember clearly, the person who kidnapped you and tortured you is called Heimu Matian...... Kuroki Asada must die! ”

"Kuroki ...... Ma Tian ...... Must die......" Nasri repeated mechanically.

"Yes, Kuroki Asada must die." Meng Shaoyuan once again accentuated his tone: "The dignity of the French cannot be provoked, you have been insulted, you live like a dog, so, go out now, kill him, kill him, Hei Mu Ma Tian, you must die!" ”

Suddenly, a cry came from Nasri's mouth:

"Kuroki Asada must die!"