Ono Jiro walked up to Hu Huiqin, lifted the tattered quilt on her body, and drank to make her stand up. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 It took a lot of strength and courage for her to stand up straight against the wall, and her legs kept shaking as she tried to do so.

Zhu Muyun noticed that the front of Hu Huiqin's body had been burned with some scars, most of which had burned out the epidermis, revealing a small piece of light red muscle underneath that had accumulated body fluids. There were also a few places where the skin was burnt, curled up like crumpled paper. Her fingers and toes were already swollen. A few of them were particularly severe, and it looked like there was a shiny accumulation of water under the epidermis, and it was possible that the bones inside had been broken.

Yesterday's order from Jiro Ono was that Hu Huiqin could not leave the sight of the military police. At this time, in the interrogation room, there was a senior soldier in custody. He told Ono Jiro that eight more people had been called later, and that she had been abused at least ten times that night.

"Wasn't it a virgin yesterday, and now it must be complicated, don't you want to talk about it?" Ono Jiro saw Zhu Muyun coming over, walked up to Hu Huiqin, and persuaded him.

Hu Huiqin lowered her head, and returned to her stupid appearance, repeating like playing a gramophone: "I am an ordinary teacher, you can't treat me like this."

"Let's go next door and see what we'll do to you!" Ono Jiro roared angrily, saying that the stronger Hu Huiqin was, the more it aroused his anger.

Hu Huiqin leaned against the wall and walked slowly. Because of the pain, and the weight of the shackles, she barely lifted her feet, only using the soles of her feet, rubbing the ground and moving forward. She passed by Zhu Muyun and stopped at the door for a moment. Maybe it's because of the dazzling sun outside. Her back and hips look smooth in the backlight, and her shape is beautiful. However, Zhu Muyun knew that these places would soon become blurred with flesh and blood.

Zhu Muyun followed out the door, and there was no one else in the courtyard. Hu Huiqin leaned against the door of the next room, leaning against the wall with one hand and covering her lower abdomen with the other, her eyes closed and she bent deeply.

"Hmph, can't you stand it?" Jiro Ono stood coldly and watched until she slowly moved through the door again.

"Go to the end of the iron bed!" Someone inside shouted.

"Go forward, go forward, kneel by the stove!"

"Just watch the fire and not move."

"It's going to be warmer, isn't it?"

Several of the guys inside were all at the scene last night, and they described the scene at that time sentence by sentence, insulting the girl, each of them was more unscrupulous than the other, so that Zhu Muyun raised his feet and walked outside. However, Ono Jiro asked Zhu Muyun to translate, and he had to do it word for word.

These Japanese gendarmes became more and more happy, laughing and asking her to perform, Hu Huiqin was already crying, stubbornly repeating: "No ......, no ......"

However, her voice was so weak. Every time she refused, the Japanese military police began to beat her. Someone was grabbing her by the hair, her face facing the door, her eyes full of despair like those of a rabbit cornered into a corner.

"I'm afraid it won't do anything to her." Zhu Muyun walked up to Jiro Ono and whispered in Japanese.

"Today, she must confess." Ono Jiro said coldly.

Ono would not give Zhu Muyun half of the face, he coughed lightly, urging those gendarmes to start as soon as possible. Even, after giving the order, he waited with a smile for a while.

Ono Jiro's appearance made Zhu Muyun feel that he was like a devil. If he had a gun in his hand right now, he might pull it out and dump all the bullets inside onto Jiro Ono.

Ono Jiro's order was well carried out by the gendarmes. They made her lie on the iron bed with her back to the sky, and stretched her limbs and tied her hands and feet. Hu Huiqin's arched soles of her feet stood perpendicular to her lying body, and the gendarmes poured cotton balls with alcohol and tied them to the soles of her feet with thin wires. Then, strike a match.

The fire lit up, and at first the alcohol came out, and the blue fire was almost invisible. She jerked her legs, causing the iron bed to shake as she tilted her head and looked at herself from the side, her feet emitting cyan smoke. She bit her lip and pulled her leg back harder at once, and wrestled silently with the rope that tied her ankle for a minute or two.

Then, her resolute expression was torn apart little by little by pain, and a long series of terrifying wails rushed away from her closed lips. Her legs turned into scattered convulsions, twisting into all sorts of strange forms as far as they could. She turned her face away and cried out completely uncontrollably: "Mom, I'm in pain......"

Ono Jiro waved his hand, and the fire on Hu Huiqin's feet was extinguished. He walked over and asked Chen Huiqin. However, she sobbed for a long time and didn't say anything.

"Burn her." Ono Jiro said angrily. He thought that he had successfully torn apart Hu Huiqin's psychological defense just now, but he didn't expect that the defense line was so persevering.

Nakagawa took out the soldering iron from the stove, and pressed it fiercely on Hu Huiqin's narrow chest between her breasts. She had indeed gritted her teeth and was ready, but the pain was certainly far beyond her imagination.

Hu Huiqin screamed in fear, and her chest contracted deeply under the fiery iron bar. Scalded her pair of ** several times, and then scalded her armpits. She still had a little strength at this time, struggling and twisting her body, intermittently letting out screams of "Mom", "It hurts me", "I really don't know", one more miserable than the other.

Hu Huiqin's miserable scream made Zhu Muyun unbearable to look at directly. His fists clenched tightly and quickly released. Try not to look at Hu Huiqin, and even hope that he can become deaf for a short time. This helplessness made him very helpless.

I don't know how long it took, the gendarmes finally stopped, and Hu Huiqin's tense body also relaxed on the iron bed. And her entire breasts had turned into a large piece of black, red, mucus-filled half-cooked roast. However, the most painful stage has not yet passed.

The principle of torture is to exert constant pressure. Waiting until the thin strips used in the stove were re-baked into a blazing white, Yeshan licked his lips and began to use it for a while, touching the girl's sensitive **and** lightly. In this area, he tortured Hu Huiqin very patiently for a long time, making a series of purple-red blood blisters, and then piercing and tearing them one by one.

In the end, Hu Huiqin, who was in agony, was almost delirious. When she had calmed down a little, the gendarmes used their hands to pluck out the lower part of her body hair, and the lower part of her body was stained with blood. Next, they pressed the soldering iron to the lower part of her bloodied body.

They wanted to burn the mucous membranes inside, but she shook so much that her hands were burned with a soldering iron. So he let go of her, and only laid the red-hot iron bar flat and pressed it down; and a new one, which was taken out of the stove and poked into it; Stand it up and draw it hard from top to bottom, and when it comes to a place where it can be reached, I stretch half of the iron bar into it......

Hu Huiqin howled, hoarse and ugly like an animal, and her eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose all changed shape horribly, not like a human face at all. She slammed her head into the iron rod behind her frantically, and though her hands and feet were tightly tied to the frame of the iron bed, she was able to lift her back and hips up from the rack, almost half a foot high.

Nakagawa grappled her hair with both hands for a while before stopping her and pouring a bucket of water on her head. In fact, even Nakagawa's face has changed a little. Everyone stared at the woman's face silently for a while, originally thinking that this Chinese woman would soon give in. However, she used her own flesh and blood to let them know how strong the will to resist is!

"Where is the transmitter delivered?"

"I—I really, don't have a transmitter."

"What's his name? Where to stay?"

"What's --- name?"

"Who sent you?"

Someone pulled a soldering iron out of the stove again, and Jiro Ono stopped him by making a gesture to him. Burning with fire can indeed cause great pain and a strong psychological blow to people. However, excessive burns do not increase the pain felt by the interrogated person in a sustained manner. The most painful part of the human body is when the superficial layer of skin is destroyed and the delicate, dermal tissue rich in nerve endings underneath is exposed. At this time, the wound looks very wet, showing pink or pink white, and even the slightest touch can make people shiver in pain.

There was once a person who was drenched in boiling water all over his body, and he was in pain all night in the detention cell, banging his head against the wall and hitting himself so that he couldn't stop bleeding. If the heat is applied continuously, the entire skin, along with the fat underneath, will be completely charred, and the injured person will not feel any pain at all.

Of course, her area will have a big problem in the future, it will be infected, and then a hole will rot, but for immediate questioning, the effect is not as good as a shallower burn.

At the same time, the ** and pubic areas are often chosen as the burning parts, mainly not because of lewdness, but because the nerves there are the most concentrated and sensitive. Burning the armpits, also for the same reason.

Of course, it is undeniable that the punishment of **** has given a huge psychological blow to male and female prisoners. Ono Jiro believes that the gendarmes can use just the right amount of iron, alcohol, and cotton.

The gendarmes grabbed Hu Huiqin's hair, pulled her head up from the iron bed and pressed her forward, bringing her face to her chest, so that she could see what she looked like. After more than an hour of serious work, her **, like two peaches that have been torn off the epidermis one by one, the light red and soft subcutaneous tissue, rotten and submerged in the sticky yellow body fluid.

Nakagawa held up the steel needle, about five centimeters long, which he usually used to sew a cotton jacket, to show her and intimidate her. Then he scribbled the tender flesh of the scalded skin with the tip of a needle under the tip of the girl's nose, and each stroke made her shiver as if she were afraid of the cold. In the end, Hu Huiqin stared at the steel needle, and pierced it from the middle of her ** centimeter by centimeter.

Because Zhu Muyun wanted to translate instantly, it was impossible for him to leave, so he could only pay attention to it all the time. Such a criminal law is also a great psychological blow to him. At this time, he was like Hu Huiqin, extremely painful, but he had to rely on faith to support himself.

The muscles of Hu Mengbei's whole body stood up piece by piece like a man, and a clear outline protruded under the skin. Her delicate body was now as tight as a straightened bowstring. Suddenly, the right breast, which was being pierced into the steel needle, seemed to have gained an independent life, and it trembled and beat in Nakagawa's hand.

With each jump, a drop of blood suddenly popped out of the wound at the top. In response to it, Hu Huiqin was staring at it blankly, and a big tear welled up at the same time. Zhongchuan picked up the second needle and showed her again, watching the second needle pierce halfway, Hu Huiqin wanted to close her eyes, and several voices immediately scolded angrily: "Open your eyes and watch carefully!"

At the same time, she tore her hair harder, and when she opened her eyes again, she suddenly said weakly, "Don't, don't prick it again." "The tone is special. Everyone realized this and stopped and waited for her to speak.