A few days before and after Guo Hao fell into the water, there were many accidents in the territory of North Manchuria, such as train collision and death, horse trampling death, and home fire. Moreover, many foreigners in Dalian, Vladivostok, Harbin, Changchun and other places have disappeared, as if the world has evaporated, and no one can find any trace of them. These guys, who have no relatives and no friends, are gone, and no one has ever looked for them, including the consulates of various countries.

The list of missing foreigners is long, including three British, four French, three Germans, eleven Russians, and so on. The most outrageous is Japan, where more than 70 people have disappeared, including the izakaya owner whom Tal likes very much. At the same time, more than 30 members of the 1st Wing of Japanese mercenaries of the Marine Corps were ordered to apologize for violating the regulations of the Marines, and many of them were arrested while deserting.

George, who fell asleep in the rickshaw, woke up again in a dark room, handcuffed to a strange iron chair. The room was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly, except that there was a table opposite, with some miscellaneous items and a kerosene lamp on it, and a cute little fat man was sitting behind the table holding a bowl of noodles and fighting.

"Who are you?" George thought that he had encountered the Qing army across the border, those regular troops in the wilderness not far away, especially like to sneak into the economic zone to rob, and occasionally do some kidnapping. George couldn't figure out how he was kidnapped and how the Qing army infiltrated the city of Dalian, so he could only try to confess his identity as an Englishman, hoping that the other party would be jealous.

"Speak Chinese! Your Chinese is so slippery, let's stop talking nonsense! The little fat man spoke with noodles in his mouth, and the soup sprayed everywhere.

"Who the hell are you?" Gradually getting used to the light in the room, George was terrified, he did not meet the Qing army who kidnapped the ticket, because he could clearly see that the little fat man did not have braids. Oriental men without strange hairstyles could only be Manchurians.

"Mr. Bush, let's talk about something meaningful! For example, how many other accomplices do you have? "The little fat man is not a gentleman at all, but he always wants to play with a gentleman's humor.

"Who the hell are you? I don't know anything Bush! The other party was able to call out his real name, George, whose real name was Bush, and felt a chill to the bone.

"You are really persistent, this is the interrogation room of the Miscellaneous Affairs Department of North Manchuria, and then you can answer my question!" The little fat man raised his eyebrows helplessly.

"I am a British merchant, I have not committed any illegal acts, and I ask you to release me immediately!" George struggled, but the iron chair seemed to be welded to the ground, and he couldn't move a single bit except to make himself hurt.

"You've seen these drawings and gadgets! Now that you're here, you won't be innocent, so don't waste everyone's time. "The little fat man always talks while eating.

"I haven't seen these things, I'm innocent, you can't wronged me! I am a citizen of the British Empire, and I have consular jurisdiction here, and you have no right to try me even if I have violated the law! George's cold sweat had already come down, and the other party was obviously not alone in arresting him.

"How long have you been in the specialty industry? How can you still be so naïve! Whether for the British Empire or for our North Manchurian Empire, people like you and me are non-existent. A person who doesn't exist has nothing to do with legal rights! Now that you're here, resign yourself to your fate! "The little fat man also has the same meaning as the end of the world.

"I don't know, I don't know anything!" George shouted frantically, he was really just an ordinary businessman not so long ago, and he was nothing special among British businessmen except that he was a veteran. If it weren't for the big trouble in business, he wouldn't have done these dangerous things for the government.

"Alright! You still can't think about it! Let's move on to the next topic! Have you heard of the Ten Manchu Tortures? The little fat man's noodles were almost finished, and he began to drink the noodle soup in his big bowl.

"What are you going to do? You can't hurt me! "George is getting more and more scared, and the Orientals can always come up with some strange way to torture people.

"My superiors told me to be happy in poverty, because poverty stimulates one's imagination. The imagination of our generation is not good, but when the Manchurians established the Qing Empire, they were really poor, so their imagination was very rich, and they came up with ten kinds of punishments that can be called art! Mr. Bush, are you interested in trying your hand at Oriental art? My teacher called it the aesthetics of violence, I can't say if it's beautiful or not, but it's really violent! The noodle soup was gone, and the little fat man began to lick the bottom of the bowl again, and he seemed to be really poor.

"What are you going to do?" Although the other party was just a cute fat man, George felt particularly scared.

"I'll go wash the dishes, let's talk later!" The little fat man didn't make any further movements, licked the last green onion at the bottom of the bowl, and stood up with the chopsticks.

"Where are you going? Let me go! ...... "When the little fat man left, he took the only light source with him, and George was even more frightened.

The little fat man ignored George, opened the heavy iron door, and left with the kerosene lamp, but probably because of sloppiness, he did not close the iron door. Without the only source of light, George's world went dark, and because the iron door was open, George could hear faint voices outside. It was a continuous, eerie scream, and George could barely believe it was a human voice.

"Anyone? Feed! Come back! George felt that the little fat man had been gone for a long, long time, but he seemed to have been forgotten, and no matter how much he shouted, no one paid any attention to him, not even a little light.

Except for the screams of a beast before death, there was no sound in George's world, and in an environment where he could not see anything, George seemed to see many struggling figures. Panic and fear turned to anger, and George roared loudly, struggling desperately in the iron chair, but no matter what he did, there was still no response. Aside from the never-ending screams, George could barely find any evidence of his existence in this world. George, who had exhausted his physical strength, finally collapsed in the iron chair, he became calm, and as time passed, he began to cry again.

I don't know how long it took, George finally saw a little light in the direction of the door, and as the light got closer and closer, he saw an extremely terrifying scene. Two men dressed in the same clothes as the little fat man, dragging something like a fishing net, walked through the door, and above the fishing net was a bloody man. George had seen all kinds of bloody people on the battlefield, but none of them were as thorough as the one in the fishnet, as if this was a bloody man. George had thought it was a corpse, but the Bloody Man was still moving, and he was even able to *, he was still alive. There was also a man in uniform in the back, he had been shaking the things in his hands, and by the faint light, George could see clearly that it was a complete human skin. Three people and one bloody man flashed past George's door, and then everything returned to darkness, and George's heart was completely plunged into darkness.

In the endless darkness and loneliness, George looked back on his life, remembered his family in Liverpool, and remembered all the good things in his life. He cried and laughed, trying to grasp all the good things in life, and at the same time he knew that he had no chance of leaving here alive. But the more he remembered the good things, the more George cherished life, he was still young, and he didn't want to die so miserably. Finally, while thinking about a plan to get out, George fell asleep in a daze.

When George woke up again, everything just now seemed to be his dream, he was still sitting on the iron chair, and the little fat man was still eating noodles opposite. The only difference was the feeling that George couldn't turn back from the restraints of the iron chair, but he felt as if there were several people standing behind him.

"Mr. Bush, can you talk?" The little fat man put down the noodle bowl when he spoke this time.

"My name is George, I don't know what you're talking about, please release me immediately!" George felt that as long as he insisted and the other party had no evidence to accuse him, he would definitely be able to leave safely.

"Just now my teacher called me to the No. 3 interrogation room to watch the excitement, that Japanese guy is really a hard bone, he didn't say anything after he was skinned alive, it's amazing! The guys in the medical school are really not in vain, they can still make people not die and continue to be tortured after picking off the skin, what a talent! The little fat man didn't answer George's words, but talked about something unrelated.

"Don't intimidate me, I am a citizen of the British Empire, and you have no right to detain and interrogate me!" George's words were still very hard, but his sideburns were already full of sweat.

"Alas! Why do you have to pick a painful death for yourself! For a high-level person like you, you can't get on the big road goods like nail pulling and soldering iron, let's go straight to the top ten tortures! Look at which one comes first, I think it's a good punishment! The little fat man never touched his beloved noodle bowl again, but said it very playfully.

"Rotten punishment?" George imagined himself slowly rotting in a garbage heap.

"Eunuch, do you know? The one who serves the emperor! They are all people who have been tortured, and in short, they are cutting small cocks! Hahaha......" The little fat man laughed mischievously, but George got goosebumps all over his body.

"What's your name?" The little fat man suddenly shouted.

"My name is George, and I'm an English merchant!" George's voice trembled a little in reply.

"Do it!" The little fat man's expression became hideous.

George's feeling was right, there were indeed a few people standing behind him, and the little fat man gave an order, and several people rushed out of the shadows and pressed George, who was firmly fixed, down on the chair. The strange iron chair is still a multi-functional item, and the mechanism behind it can be adjusted at will as soon as it is opened, and now it has been adjusted to look like a delivery bed. George was immobilized with his hands and feet and had to lie on his back before being forced to spread his legs apart. It was not troublesome to take off his pants, and the executioner wearing the mask and gloves directly took out the scalpel and divided George into a bare pig with three strokes and five divisions. After the cold hand touched his body, George almost collapsed, it was really terrifying. If such a criminal law is really executed, will he still be a man in the future?

"Not well lit!" A cold voice came from behind the mask, and the executioner turned out to be a woman.

"Give!" The little fat man lit a candle and handed it to the executioner, who actually placed the candle under George's body.

With George's screams, the room was filled with the smell of burnt pig hair for a while. The candle flame kept beating, and George straightened himself up on the iron chair like a prawn. However, his actions could only be in vain, he was immobilized too dead, and although he tried very hard, the distance from the flames was very limited. When he ran out of strength and had to fall, there was another scream.

"I'm Bush, I'm Bush, I say!" Watching George bounce on the iron chair for a long time, the executioner finally began to knife, and when the lower body touched a little cold, George, who had not received much training as an agent, collapsed.

"My name is Bush, I'm espionage, I'm employed by ......," Bush confessed everything he had done and planned to do, and gave everyone he knew.

Not only Bush, but in many interrogation rooms nearby, people from different countries are giving their everything. Only the Japanese really tasted the ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but their base was large, and it didn't matter how many they killed, the final result was still the same. The honest and honest people had a fairly rich dinner, and the next morning they received their last gift, a bullet fired from the Changchun Arsenal* in Manchuria.

Later, many foreigners disappeared in North Manchuria, such as Brian, an Englishman who was in the glass business, Karl, a German who was in the precision equipment business, Charles, a Frenchman who opened a restaurant, Victor, a Russian who posed as an Austro-Hungarian merchant, and Tamako Kobayakawa in the Japanese custom shop Akikikuya Oiran. But they didn't disappear forever like the people before them, they just disappeared for a few hours, and they all had a reasonable explanation after that. But since then, these people who have disappeared have had a lot of problems, they are always restless, sometimes they are angry, but they have energy that others can't match.

The consuls of various countries were very frustrated that the spy network in North Manchurian was cracked, but they were still there, so they could only continue to work hard. However, they don't know that Northern Manchu has mastered a sharp weapon to eliminate and control a person, and the core personnel of their spy network have become slaves of the white devil. Not only will the secrets of North Manchukuo no longer be known by other countries, but many of their things have appeared on the desks of Guo Xinga and Pi Runmin. And because of the existence of these people, Zou Degui began to play a bigger game of chess.