Chapter Eleven: "The Peach Blossom Comes Out of the Wall"

  Chuan Qi burst into sobs with a heart-wrenching grief.

  For the sake of his mother's "hanging sheep head and selling dog meat" Chinese speech contest, he unexpectedly fell into the hands of a special agent and was insulted three times. What he couldn't accept most was that he had become a prisoner of the Shina people. In order not to expose his special identity as a "spoken word that can scare the stupid police chief to death", the proud Japanese army lieutenant translator actually played a dog barking in the midst of the Shina security police's insults.

  Now it's good that even a mouse doesn't take him seriously, and actually bites his ear, and then resists with all one's might and embarrasses him in front of everyone.

  A day of prison life passed like a year, and the dark cell gradually brightened up, and a new day finally arrived.

  The big prison was still quiet, making Kawachi feel like he was in a fog and thinking of escaping. Although he was a cultured person, his career as a porter at Yokohama Wharf had given him a strong physique, especially in his legs, which were almost on par with the legendary anti-Japanese nun from Mount Wutai.

  Chuan Qi started to take action. He grabbed the iron window bars and tried them, feeling a bit loose, and secretly rejoiced in his heart. Then, with both hands grasping an iron bar, he used all his strength to pry it, bending it.

  The iron window was surrounded by soundproof brick walls, and the iron bars were inserted into the wall. Because of the slight movement caused by the earthquake, he saw a glimmer of hope for escape.

  The cavalry officer used all his might, that curved iron railing finally came off as he wished, and was eventually pulled out by him and thrown to the ground.

  The huge success encouraged Chuanqi, he began to tackle the second pole. As long as two more are removed, his head can come out, and once his head is out, there's no problem with his body.

  After much effort, the iron window finally had a gap that could be squeezed out of. Chuan Qi took his first successful step. He climbed up to the iron window and stuck his head out, just as he was trying to squeeze his body out with all his might, something unexpected happened.

  "The shell was cracked open and a little chick came out." Suddenly someone clapped their hands, describing the situation of Chuanqi.

  Chuan Qi was startled, like a plane that had been cut in half, his head sticking out of the window and his tail inside, both ends falling in opposite directions, while the middle part was stuck on the edge of the iron window frame, causing him to sweat profusely.

  "Go back to your eggshell. From the moment you entered my chicken coop, you were a barren egg that couldn't hatch a chick." The newcomer's words were unusually sharp and biting.

  The cavalry then took a look at this person, who was a police officer with a pockmarked face, followed by several security guards carrying real guns.

  The fat-faced police chief ordered the security guard who had made Chuanji pretend to be a dog to open the cell door, and gave him a wink. He himself hugged Chuanji's upper body and pressed down hard. The security guard, who understood the police chief's intention, entered the cell and almost simultaneously pressed down on Chuanji's lower body with force.

  "Ah——", a long and mournful cry, Kawahime fainted.

  The two security guards relaxed their grip, and after Kaneki's body was back in place inside and outside the wall, they shouted in unison: "Ready, rise!" As soon as the shout fell, Kaneki's body was lifted up and pushed towards the top of the iron window.

  Kan Qi let out another miserable cry. Su Zhan came over. He felt a severe pain in his ribs that he couldn't bear, probably due to a broken rib.

  The scar-faced captain saw that the time was almost ripe, put down his sword, and began to interrogate: "Speak up, why did you kill my brother?"

  Kawaki, in the midst of his most painful torment, had his mental defenses gradually collapse, and could only push Maito forward, saying: "Your brother was absolutely not killed by me."

  "Who killed him?" The scar-faced police captain pursued relentlessly.

  "It wasn't me who killed her." Kawahori still didn't betray Michiko.

  The horse-faced policeman put down the Kawasaki and let the opponent feel that there were also ribs about to break, and the defensive line in his heart had already collapsed.

  "Who killed him after all?" The scar-faced police captain pursued relentlessly.

  "Maybe...anyone could be a murderer, but I absolutely am not!" Kawahori still didn't betray Mieko.

  The police chief's face fell in disappointment and he began to argue with the security guard in the cell.

  "Get down!" The police officer with a pockmarked face said as he pressed down on Chuanji's upper body, while the security guard lifted up his lower body.

  "Get out!" The mustachioed police chief shouted as he dragged Kawara's upper body outwards, while the security guard pushed his lower body out. When Kawara's lower body was sent to his buttocks, the security guard pulled him back in, and the mustachioed police chief again sent his upper body back in.

  "Swinging on the swing."

  The two of them continued to toss the already unconscious Kawahime back and forth. Seeing fresh blood dripping from his body, they finally put him down, letting him hang motionless on the iron bars.

  After Dai Chuanji woke up, the police chief with a numb face forced him again: "Will you say it or not?"

  Chuan Qi was already half dead, he struggled to spit out two words: "I... said."

  The police chief with a poker face didn't seem to care about the crucial result, and instead changed the subject: "So, what did you think of this game just now? Was it exciting?"

  "Thrill..."

  "Want or not, one more time?"

  "No..."

  "Is this game fun?"

  "Good... fun."

  "Since it's fun, shall we play some more?"

  "No..."

  "Captain Kawa of the 5th Division of the Imperial Japanese Army." The police chief's face suddenly turned stern, and he asked in a raised voice, "Do you know your crime?"

  Chuan Qi was frightened, his nerves were tense, and the pain also distracted him, making it much lighter. His two eyes stared at the rugged face of Officer Ma, not knowing how to respond to this sudden change.

  The officer lowered his voice and asked in a gloomy tone, "You say you're more wronged than Dou E, right? Then speak up the real murderer."

  Chuan Qi weakly said: "I... said."

  The police officer with a pockmarked face immediately said: "What did you say? Do you think I'll believe whatever nonsense you spout just because you're speaking?"

  The river rider thought, if he didn't speak, it wouldn't be okay, and if he spoke, it also wouldn't be okay. What kind of medicine was this gourd-like monster with a pockmarked face actually holding inside?

  The scar-faced police chief didn't give Kawachi a chance to speak, saying: "The one who killed my security guard wasn't someone else, it was you, Lieutenant Kawachi, the big shot next to Bantō. The facts are clear, the evidence is solid, stop giving me nonsense. Sign and stamp your name."

  The river cavalry could no longer bear it and roared: "Boom......"

  Just as the interrogation was proceeding with a loud roar, a pre-prepared transcript of the interrogation was sent over. The police captain wiped the blood from Kawaji's body onto his thumb and then pressed his hand down on the transcript to leave a bright red fingerprint, thus nailing down the case.

  Kawaji closed his eyes in despair. But the scar-faced police captain slapped him on the head, saying: "Thank you, Lieutenant Kawaji, you've helped me invent a more effective interrogation method than the iron chair or chili water."

  After finishing speaking, the police chief with a hemp-like face ordered his subordinates to take Chuanji back to the prison cell and lie down. Then, he concentrated his thoughts and wanted to come up with a name for the interrogation method just used.

  "Step on high heels."

  The police chief with a pockmarked face vetoed this proposal.

  "Cut wood?"

  The police chief with a pockmarked face shook his head.

  "How is the swing?"

  The police officer with a pockmarked face was still not satisfied, so he turned his gaze to the security guard who had just cooperated with him tacitly. This security guard, who had suffered humiliation at the hands of Chuan Qi, was very clever and furrowed his brow, wiping his hand on Chuan Qi's blood-stained body before wiping it again on Chuan Qi's face.

  "Red apricot comes out of the wall." The security guard looked at Chuanji's big flower face and a rather creative name came out of his mouth.