Chapter 181: Torture (I)

Mo Xiaosheng didn't care what his singing tortured the tragic Feng Han into, and he didn't care about the strange eyes of passers-by, so he sang all the way and was escorted into the gendarmerie by the little devils of the gendarmerie.

At this time, it was already about eight o'clock in the morning, which happened to be the time for the various departments of the gendarmerie to go to work, and many little devils were full of incomprehension and disgust for Mo Xiaosheng's singing.

Nohara Nono, the section chief of the confidential room, heard Mo Xiaosheng's singing, slowly stood up, leaned against the window and looked out.

"It's a good song, let this Chinese sing this tune, it's a pity." He said mockingly to the other staff in the department, his fingers constantly tapping on the windowsill, rhythmically moving.

The other people in the department, listening to Nohara's words, some echoed the voice, some shook their heads slightly, and some swore insults.

The man of Nohara is very relaxed on the surface, but he is extremely shocked in his heart. His fingers moved excitedly on the windowsill with the rhythm of Mo Xiaosheng's [Ask Sister], and Mo Xiaosheng sang [Ask Sister] to cater to it.

He secretly called for luck, if he didn't notice this song, didn't pay attention to it, plugged his ears, and didn't listen to Mo Xiaosheng's singing voice like killing a pig, then what kind of consequences would it be? He didn't dare to imagine.

To say that what attracted the attention of the man of the wild plain was thanks to Mo Xiaosheng's singing voice like killing a pig, when Mo Xiaosheng's song was sung for the third time, the man of the wild plain suddenly moved in his heart, and when he savored the melody in the song, an inexplicable excitement made his blood boil, as if when a person was lost, he suddenly saw a guiding light.

Someone from my hometown came and brought the voice of home, although the voice of the singer is indeed difficult to hear, but it is indeed so kind and warm.

Nohara no Nan stared at Mo Xiaosheng, Mo Xiaosheng was under the custody of the military police, and he had already walked in the direction of the interrogation room, and all he could see was Mo Xiaosheng's back.

"How did he get caught? Is it that there is another traitor within us? Or is it another temptation from the enemy? Should I contact him? Nohara sat back at his desk, unable to decide.

He thought to himself: "No, this person who uses music scores to compile Morse codes to transmit information must have a close relationship with Comrade Haishan, he should not have a problem, and he will not be a bait released by the enemy." ”

The reason why Nohara is so sure is because the password that appears in this song score is only known to Comrade Haishan on his own unique line. And this password was written by him and Haishan together, if it weren't for the people around Haishan, who could get this password?

He decided to contact Mo Xiaosheng no matter what, and Mo Xiaosheng used his singing voice to send the code to wake him up, which was worth his time to meet Mo Xiaosheng.

Previously, he had twice given up on connecting with the people sent by his superiors to find him because of the enemy's exploration, tracking, and release of bait. He couldn't let go of this opportunity again, and for the sake of the important information in his hands, he decided to take a risk, even if it was at the cost of his life.

He had made up his mind, walked back to the windowsill, looked out of the window, and then placed a pot of blooming lilies on the windowsill, and sat back in his seat.

Placing lilies on the windowsill is the contact information between Nohara and another person. As soon as another person sees him placing lilies on the windowsill, they will meet him in the evening at the place they have already agreed.

He hadn't seen this person for a long time, and it wasn't that he didn't want to see him, but he didn't dare to see him. In the terror-shrouded city of Shenyang, there are enemies' eyes everywhere, dangers lurk, and the slightest carelessness will pay a painful price, and their meeting will become a luxury.

But he had to meet the man this time anyway, and he didn't want to be torn to pieces at any moment like a kite with a broken string, ravaged by a storm.

He urgently returned to the arms of the organization, regaining the feeling of coming home, even if there was news from home, the family knew where they were, and he could report to the family that he was safe.

Someone had already come to guide him home, and someone had come to the house, even though he had been arrested by the gendarmerie. But the arrested person told him in a special way that he was safe now, don't act rashly, look for a suitable opportunity to meet, and get the purpose of Takeshi Sakata coming to Shenyang as soon as possible.

Nohara no Nan looked down at the documents on the desk, but he couldn't read half a word, and kept thinking in his heart about Mo Xiaosheng, who was arrested in the interrogation room of the gendarmerie. He was captured by the gendarmes and sent to the interrogation room, will he really be safe?

I don't know how many kinds of torture tools there are in the gendarmerie interrogation room, but each torture device can make people feel painful, and he will choose to die without hesitation in the face of death and torture.

Whether to be tortured or to die, Mo Xiaosheng has not yet chosen. He was now tied to an iron chair in the interrogation room, and if it weren't for the fact that his hands were buckled on the armrests of the iron chair, his feet were controlled on the legs of the two chairs, and the belt that bound his neck, he would feel much better than Feng Han.

Feng Han was not far from him, about five meters away, and there was a wooden cross erected. Feng Han's arms were stretched out and tied to the crossbar of the cross, and his legs were close together, intimately tied to the vertical rod of the cross.

There was no one else in the huge interrogation room, only Mo Xiaosheng and Feng Han, and there was not even a little devil standing guard at the door. Quiet, surprisingly quiet, still suspicious, terrifying.

"Instructor, how can this be? Don't even have someone to say hello to? Feng Han's heroism had disappeared, his face was pale, and his voice trembled.

Mo Xiaosheng said lazily: "It's not good to be abused, isn't it?" Bang your head on a stake, call yourself yourself, self-harm. ”

"No, that's not what I meant." Feng Han anxiously distinguished: "The little devils arrested us, but they didn't interrogate, what kind of hell are they playing?" ”

He looked at the door and whispered, "Or, why don't we escape?" ”

"You're tied up like a dumpling, run away? How to run? Mo Xiaosheng closed his eyes, what he was most afraid of what he was worried about would happen, that was Feng Han's guts.

"Instructor, you forgot that I am--" Feng Han looked at Mo Xiaosheng confidently.

"Shut up, it doesn't matter who you are, it's our mission that matters." Mo Xiaosheng opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes erupted with anger, and his fists clenched with a "boom--" sound.

There was a burst of applause outside the interrogation room: "Okay, sure enough, it's Mo Xiaosheng, no matter what the situation, you only want to complete the task, I appreciate you." ”

As he spoke, a man walked into the interrogation room, clapping his hands and smiling haughtily.