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Chapter 119: Interrogation 2
On the other side, Shaoshan and Old Ma stood behind a few people, among whom sat a Military Man. He was broad-shouldered and robust, and his gray-white hair did not make him appear old; instead, it added an air of solemnity. To the right of the old man was a Crippled Woman in a wheelchair, her hands resting on her lap as she occasionally whispered something to him. The view of the person on the other side was obscured by the old man's Big Cap.
Jiang He felt a chill run down his spine, wondering if he was also facing severe torture. It shouldn't be the case; he was just a naive kid who knew nothing—what good would beating him do?
As he let his mind wander, Shaoshan noticed him and furrowed his brow, subtly gesturing for him to step aside.
Jiang He quickly nodded and retreated, but he couldn't help stealing another glance at the man being tortured. Although that man looked badly beaten, Jiang He felt there was something familiar about him.
Unfortunately, their eyes met.
Perhaps the man noticed Shaoshan's signaling; his gaze shifted and caught sight of Jiang He peeking through the window. In an instant, the man erupted with rage!
The previously barely conscious man suddenly became agitated, his arms thrashing violently against the restraints as if he wanted to break free and attack Jiang He outside. His expression was one of intense fury, his mouth opening and closing as he shouted something.
Jiang He couldn't hear clearly but saw blood frothing from the man's mouth. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that the man had lost most of his teeth.
Feeling alarmed, Jiang He didn't understand why the man had suddenly become so agitated. Although he thought the man looked somewhat familiar, familiarity didn't necessarily mean recognition. He racked his brain for anyone he might have offended in the past but couldn't match anyone to this situation.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and Shaoshan stepped out with a grim expression, grabbing Jiang He by the collar.
"What the hell! I didn't do anything!" Jiang He swore to heaven; before entering this factory, he had prepared himself for a generous sacrifice. But when Shaoshan seized his collar, he felt himself falter.
"Get in!" Shaoshan gritted his teeth and shoved him inside like trash before slamming the door shut.
Jiang He nearly stumbled into the Crippled Woman. He steadied himself and took two steps back, feeling all eyes in the room fixated on him, sending chills down his spine.
Old Ma also looked displeased and whispered something to Shaoshan. The old man in front coughed lightly, prompting them to immediately separate.
Jiang He swallowed hard, regaining some composure. That was just how he was—he could be timid quickly but could also toughen up just as fast. Now that he had a clearer view of the situation in the room, he felt less tense.
A foreign man sat to the left, his hands shackled, his expression calm as if he were a guest in the seat. Jiang He couldn't tell which country he was from, but he recognized the man's attire.
The frantic shouting of a man behind him interrupted Jiang He's thoughts. He turned to look, noticing that two bare-chested men stood beside the shouting man, holding whips and… no, it was whips and pliers.
"Who are you?" the old man among them pushed up his hat brim and looked at Jiang He.
Jiang He paused for a moment, realizing the question was directed at him. He quickly replied, "I am Shaoshan's brother."
Old Ma, with a tense expression, let out a chuckle and quickly turned his head away, his shoulders shaking with laughter. Shaoshan's face darkened as he leaned down to whisper something in the old man's ear, then shot a glare at Jiang He.
Jiang He returned the look with two middle fingers, thinking to himself that Shaoshan had been harassing him all this way like a homosexual and now wanted to deny their connection.
The Crippled Woman smiled lightly and pointed at the frenzied man. "Do you know him?"
Jiang He turned his head and scrutinized the man for a long time. He felt an odd sensation; he had briefly thought this man was a Zombie, but it seemed too foolish for these people to be sitting here watching a Zombie. He studied the man seriously, but unfortunately, the face beaten to a pulp was hard to recognize. It looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't pull a name from his memory.
"I don't know him..." Jiang He hesitated. The man stared at him, breathing heavily as if standing before an arch-nemesis, yet Jiang He insisted he didn't recognize him.
The old man exchanged glances with the Crippled Woman, both wearing strange expressions. The woman picked up a piece of paper from her lap, stained with blood.
"Your name is Jiang He?" she asked.
"Yes."
"You know An Zheng."
"..." Jiang He choked on his words, his lips trembling without an answer.
The old man, Shaoshan, and Old Ma all stared intently at Jiang He, holding their breath as they awaited his response.
"...I don't know him." Jiang He shook his head firmly, denying it resolutely.
Blood Gourd The man went mad again, the chair he was in rattling loudly. Jiang He stood still, vaguely discerning something from the man's shouts.
It wasn't just a shout; the man was speaking, but for some reason, his words were slurred and, combined with his extreme agitation, it sounded like he was roaring.
Jiang He realized that the man, who had been beaten into a shapeless form, was saying, "Liar! He knows!"
Lame Woman stared at Jiang He with a half-smile and pointed again at Blood Gourd, her tone threatening: "I'll ask you one more time, do you not recognize him?"
Cold sweat trickled down Jiang He's back as he caught a glimpse of two bare-chested men moving a few steps closer to him. It seemed that if he dared to utter even half a "no," he would likely become the second Blood Gourd.
"Damn it, give me some hints?! Try getting beaten into this state!" Jiang He cursed in frustration. He had come to understand that these people, despite their rough appearance, were all twisted individuals. He patted his pockets; all he found was a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. There was no way to break out, let alone commit suicide. Waves of cold sweat washed over him, soaking his shoulders and wounds with a mix of stinging pain and numbness that made him feel utterly uncomfortable.
Crippled Woman turned her head and muttered something before saying, "His name is Zhou Huai."
"What??!!" Jiang He's voice shot up an octave as he jumped up in shock, staring wide-eyed at Blood Gourd: "You’re Zhou Huai??!!"
"That's right, he is," Crippled Woman added nonchalantly.
Jiang He gasped in disbelief, trying to match the name Zhou Huai with the man before him. It suddenly struck him that after several encounters with this person, he had no idea what Zhou Huai actually looked like!!!
During the first robbery of supplies, neither Jiang He nor Song Yao had been present; during the second incident, this guy had been wrapped up like a mud doll, making it impossible to see his face; and during the third time... only Chao Yifan had seen him while Jiang He and
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