nucmednet Chapter 1010: Hard-Boned Fujita Ying
Chapter 1010: Hard-Boned Fujita Ying
Asano Gawa watched all this coldly, with a cruel smile on his face. He enjoyed Fujita Ying's pain and despair, which gave him an indescribable pleasure.
Fujita Ying's screams gradually became weak and hoarse, and his breathing became more and more difficult. He tried to struggle, but the ropes and the iron bars made him unable to resist. He could only lie helplessly on the iron bed, letting the pain and despair swallow him.
Finally, when Fujita Ying was about to lose consciousness, Asanogawa signaled his subordinates to stop the punishment. Fujita Ying's body collapsed on the iron bed, like a puddle of mud. His face was covered with sweat and tears, his eyes were closed, as if he had fallen into the abyss of death.
Asanogawa walked up to Fujita Ying and said coldly: "Master Fujita, are you willing to confess now?"
Fujita Ying was lying on the cold iron bed, in extreme pain. He felt waves of severe pain in his ribs, as if thousands of sharp blades were cutting his ribs. Every breath was like dancing on the tip of a knife, excruciating pain. He closed his eyes tightly, and sweat slid down his cheeks, intertwining with tears, soaking his entire face.
He subconsciously kept sucking in cold air, trying to ease the unbearable pain. However, it was all in vain. The pain in his ribs seemed to have a magical power, constantly eroding his will and reason.
Facing Asanogawa's questioning, Fujita Ying opened his eyes with difficulty. His voice was weak and hoarse: "This matter... has nothing to do with me... Pu Yu is torturing me here... It will anger the entire Fujita family... I don't know anything at all... What can I confess?"
Asano Gawa heard this and sneered. He walked up to Fujita Ying and said coldly: "It seems that the lesson for Master Fujita is still too light."
Fujita Ying had a bad feeling when he heard this. He tried to struggle, but his body seemed to be nailed to the iron bed and he couldn't move.
Asanogawa signaled his subordinates to continue the execution. This time, they were going to use the more cruel "steel nail" torture on Fujita Ying. The subordinates quickly took out a box of thin nails from the side. The nails were half a finger long and flashed with cold light.
Fujita Ying looked at the nails with fear and despair in his eyes. He shouted loudly: "No! No! You crazy people! You will regret it!"
However, his shouting did not have any effect. The subordinates roughly grabbed Fujita's fingers, exposing the gap between his nails. Then, they took a nail and stabbed it fiercely into Fujita's nail gap.
Fujita Ying screamed loudly in pain, his voice became sharp and piercing because of the agony.
His fingers trembled violently as the nails pierced him, as if trying to break free from this cruel world.
The moment the nail pierced into the gap between his nails, Fujita Ying felt an indescribable pain coming from his fingertips, as if millions of ants were gnawing at his flesh and blood.
His fingers began to go numb, and then there was a sharp pain, as if fire was burning his fingertips.
Asanogawa looked at Fujita Ying's painful appearance coldly, without a trace of sympathy or mercy on his face. He signaled his subordinates to continue the execution until Fujita Ying was willing to confess.
The subordinates began to torture Fujita's fingers in turns. Every time the nails were inserted, Fujita screamed and struggled, but it was all in vain. His fingers were already bloody and his nails were pulled out, revealing the tender red flesh inside, and blood was flowing.
Fujita Ying had always lived a life of luxury and had never experienced such cruel torture. At this moment, his whole body was twitching and convulsing, as if being torn apart by an invisible force. His eyes were tightly closed, the corners of his mouth were crooked, and a mixture of saliva and tears slid down from the corners of his mouth, soaking his clothes. His hands were tightly grasping the edge of the iron bed, his nails were broken because of excessive force, and blood stained the edge of the bed red.
Heart-wrenching screams echoed in the interrogation room, and finally, Fujita Ying's voice gradually became weaker, and finally he fainted completely. His body slumped limply on the iron bed, and only weak breathing and occasional convulsions proved that he was still alive.
An interrogator walked up to Asanogawa and whispered, "If this continues, I'm afraid he will die before Fujita Ying can explain himself."
Asano Gawa frowned slightly when he heard this. He put out the cigarette in his hand, and the cigarette butt made a slight sound in the ashtray. He was silent for a moment, and then said, "Stop for a while, let someone treat Fujita Ying's wound, we must not let him die."
The subordinates acted quickly, taking out the first aid kit and starting to treat Fujita's wounds. The smell of iodine and disinfectant filled the interrogation room, intertwining with the previous smell of blood, forming an indescribable unpleasant smell.
Asanogawa walked up to Fujita Ying and looked at his lifeless face coldly. He muttered to himself: "This Fujita Ying is really a tough guy. He can hold on until now."
Asanogawa turned around and glanced at his subordinates with a sharp gaze. "Time is running out. We can't keep wasting time here. Since we can't get anything valuable out of Fujita Ying, we should focus on the managers of Fujita's warehouse, especially Kobayashi Tanaka, Fujita Ying's confidant. He may be able to provide us with some clues."
Upon hearing this, the subordinates nodded one after another, indicating that they understood that Asanogawa's decisions were always decisive and wise, and he could quickly find the key to the problem.
At this moment, an interrogator pushed the door open. He walked hurriedly to Asanogawa and whispered in his ear, "Mr. Asano, we have interrogated several porters of the Fujita family warehouse. We learned from one of the porters that the person in charge, Kobayashi Tanaka, ordered them to carry the printing equipment, ink and other items into the secret warehouse five days ago. They also asked about the purpose of these things, but Kobayashi Tanaka covered it up and did not reveal much information."
When Asanogawa heard this, a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into deep thought. Five days ago? This time point is very critical.
The Kyoto Secret Report reappeared three days ago, and the time coincided with Kobayashi Tanaka's actions. This means that Kobayashi Tanaka is likely to have a close connection with the reappearance of the Kyoto Secret Report.
"Very good," Asanogawa said slowly, his voice revealing an unquestionable determination, "Summon Kobayashi Tanaka immediately, I want to interrogate him personally!"
Asanogawa hurried through the cold corridor and soon arrived in front of interrogation room No. 3. The door was gently pushed open, and a smell of blood and sweat hit him in the face, making him frown.
In the interrogation room, under the dim light, Kobayashi Tanaka was tied tightly to a thick wooden stake. His body was drooping weakly, covered with scars, ragged clothes, and his exposed skin was covered with bruises and scratches, some of which were even bloody. His entire face was severely deformed and swollen to the point of being unrecognizable, his eyes were closed, and there was dried blood at the corners of his mouth, obviously he had experienced inhuman torture.
When the interrogator saw Asano Kawa coming in, he immediately stood up and saluted, and reported solemnly: "Mr. Asano, this Kobayashi Tanaka, although we used various methods, he still did not reveal any useful information."
Asanogawa walked up to Kobayashi Tanaka, looking at the captive carefully with sharp eyes. Kobayashi Tanaka's body trembled slightly under the dim light, and although he tried to stay calm, his tightly closed eyes still revealed his inner fear.