Chapter 430
I did not expect Yamamoto Kazuo to be so concerned about “Suzuki Saburo”, which caused Zhu Yuyan’s thoughts to stagnate for a moment.
She didn’t answer quickly, but thought about what kind of answer Yamamoto Kazuo needed, and what kind of answer she could give.
Yamamoto Kazuo: “Yanji,you have always been intelligent and favorable, if you were Suzuki Saburo, what would you do?”
–He surely didn’t really need that answer.
–What he really wanted to know was whether or not she was related to Suzuki Saburo.
Well, of course there was a relationship.
Suzuki Saburo sold intelligence, and both she and Su Chunjun were big customers. In the early stages, she was the one who secretly stole the information, and in the later stages, it was basically Suzuki Saburo directly discussing with Su Chunjun on how to dig up information on the Japanese army.
Zhu Yuyan first pushed the whole thing through according to her thoughts. Then push the whole thing through from Yamamoto Kazuo’s point of view.
After a few minutes’ pause, she slowly said, “I am ashamed to say that although Mr. Suzuki has many moral flaws, he is an excellent businessman. I don’t think I can compare to him. In Mr. Suzuki’s mind, there is no country or family, only himself.”
Kazuo Yamamoto looked at her, waiting for her to follow.
She said, “If Mr. Suzuki were in the United States at this time and contacted me again, I would probably continue to buy information from him.”
She said, “Information is life.”
She said, “Mr. Suzuki’s information has saved me many times in the past and allowed me to open up a deadlock.”
She said, “I don’t need to be friends or husband and wife with him, just a couple of patrons would be good. He sells, I buy.”
Yamamoto Kazuo exhaled slowly, smiling as if he was friendly, and asked, “As you said, I should let him go, right?”
Zhu Yuyan looked at him squarely, and said, “This is your business, how can you listen to me? Mr. Yamamoto,I never want to make decisions for others,because that would definitely be wrong,only you know what you should do.”
Kazuo Yamamoto rose slowly.
There had been some slowness in his movements, and it seemed that there was some problem with his right leg, but it wasn’t visible. He was wearing pants and had socks on his feet, which were wrapped quite tightly, so it was impossible to tell if there was an injury.
Zhu Yuyan didn’t even move, didn’t take the initiative to come forward to help him or anything.
Now that Yamamoto Kazuo was standing up and she was sitting on the tatami mat, her actions were at a disadvantage and it was very dangerous. She wasn’t sure if Kazuo Yamamoto was planning to use force on her, perhaps intimidation, perhaps coercion, perhaps abuse, whatever he wanted to do, and it was actually very difficult for her to guarantee her own safety, here, alone and at the mercy of others.
— It would be worth anything just to get out of here alive in the end.
Kazuo Yamamoto didn’t make a move on her, which made her wildly beating heart fall back a little more or less.
He walked slowly through the chamber, slowly making his way to the paper door across the room and pushing it open, the rain and humidity pouring in from outside the door.
So it was raining.
The cool air of the water invaded the room in a trickle along the breeze.
In the midst of this silence, Kazuo Yamamoto said, “Did you know that the Emperor had ordered the arrest of the Japanese Communist ***?”
Zhu Yuyan: “I know.”
Yamamoto Kazuo looked at the canopy outside and said quietly, “I once personally arrested the Japanese commi**ars, torturing them, forcing them to confess to their meeting places, and searching for their accomplices.”
He turned his head to look at her with a cold gaze, “Aren’t you afraid that I will kill you?”
Zhu Yuyan: “I am Chinese.”
Yamamoto Kazuo shouted, “All the more reason to kill!”
The door of the room was steeply broken through, and several Japanese soldiers rushed in with loaded guns, bayonets immediately aimed at her.
Yamamoto Kazuo was still shouting, “Do you think I will betray Japan? Think I will betray the Emperor? You came to my home and spoke loudly to me about joining the Japanese Communist Party**, and said that you would return to China later to continue to fight against the Great Japanese Emperor*! I could kill you right now!”
The bayonet was pressed against her neck, chest, abdomen and thighs.
It seemed like it was going to be stuck in the next moment.
While he suddenly flipped out, Zhu Yuyan was calm – honestly, scared a little, but this was much better than the final hurdle she had envisioned earlier.
She did convince Yamamoto Kazuo that she and Su Chunjun were planning to betray the country** in preparation for their escape.
–or else, there wouldn’t have been this step of the trial.
Yamamoto Kazuo had believed exactly that, and had decided to send them to Japan, but before he could do that, he needed to get a stronger assurance that she and Su Chunjun would listen to him once they got there.
Not a handle. Su Chunjun being a high ranking state** official and secretly contacting the Japanese was already a handle.
If they really fled, but they were sent to Japan by a high ranking Japanese military official, that’s also a handle.
In the end, if they really joined the Japanese Communist Party, the couple’s relationship with Kazuo Yamamoto would also be a handle.
From the time she walked into Yamamoto Kazuo’s mansion and told him all about the “escape plan”, Yamamoto Kazuo had a handle that could put them to death at any time.
However, this did not satisfy Kazuo Yamamoto.
As an enemy, seeing someone from the opposing camp begging for mercy was something to be excited about.
Should they do nothing and agree to send the couple to Japan.
Both she and Su Chunjun surmised that there would be a final hurdle: the trial of the general.
Like a common part of ancient dramas, the lord would do a play to try out whether this person who had come to join the army was loyal or not.
It was also easier to test the sincerity of the person by first raising and then lowering the level.
That’s why Kazuo Yamamoto made a sudden move and left her facing death.
It wasn’t that she really wouldn’t die.
If her reaction did not satisfy Yamamoto Kazuo, then she would really die.
Both she and Su Chunjun had considered many possibilities before coming.
On the lower end of the scale, there might be a torture request, which was to drag her to the torture hall and use the torture once more.
This one was more miserable, and she didn’t really want it.
The mid-level was sexual abuse, and as she was a woman, this was the most likely.
She certainly didn’t want that either.
Su Chunjun offers a third possibility: drug torture.
Su Chunjun: “The first two do have the potential to destroy your will, but at the same time will destroy even your health. If he needs us to be able to come in handy immediately, □□ harm should be the last option.”
Zhu Yuyan: “You think he’ll make me suck ***?”
Controlling with drugs is indeed more stealthy and effective.
Su Chunjun: “You don’t know, the US military has researched a high purity psychotropic drug that is even more powerful than opium*, called Hai**.”
Zhu Yuyan: “What?”
–Sea** so early?
She was always able to converge with the Ding Ding’s famous history here. Sometimes she didn’t want that kind of luck, but there was no way around it.
Now that the bayonet was on her person, she had to call Yamamoto Kazuo’s bluff as soon as possible.
Zhu Yuyan looked over at him and opened her handbag, taking out a small metal box inside.
The iron box is flat and small, at first glance, it is impossible to put a gun, is to put a sword can only put a small fruit knife.
So the Japanese soldiers in the room and Yamamoto Kazuo didn’t stop her.
Only to see Zhu Yuyan open the iron box, inside there is a glass syringe and two small glass medicine bottles.
There were no markings on the bottles, they were bare.
She flicked the cut of the pill bottles on the edge of the iron box and easily broke them open.
Kazuo Yamamoto raised an eyebrow and waved back the Japanese soldier.
Zhu Yuyan drew up the liquid in the medicine bottle with a syringe, rolled up her sleeve, found the blood vessel on the inside of her elbow, and without using a tourniquet stuck a needle in it and quickly pumped the liquid inside into her body. (Audit, this is blinding the Japanese, the drug is fake, never sucked*. It will be written at the end of this chapter, don’t seal it.)
Kazuo Yamamoto sat down and looked at her with great interest.
This was completely unexpected to him.
But on reflection, it seemed to fit the impression Yanji had given him perfectly.
–This was a woman with guts and strategy.
The medicine took effect quickly, far quicker than she had expected.
Almost instantly, she felt like she was losing her breath.
But she had to hold on.
Keeping her smile intact, she took a whistling candy out of her handbag, put it in her mouth, and blew the whistle softly, smiling as she did so.
She lay back down.
Her brow was furrowed, but her mouth was smiling, her face was green and white, her heart was beating wildly, and she was dizzy.
She lay down, actually, because her body was out of control.
Blackness went on before her eyes.
But she had to both convince Kazuo Yamamoto and save her own life in such a short time.
She picked up another whistling candy, and while laughing, sipped her mouth and started blowing randomly, and when she finally couldn’t hold on any longer, she started screaming randomly.
Her person was half conscious and half unconscious, but her sanity was unmistakable.
Two candies were the limit, any more and Kazuo Yamamoto would become suspicious.
She had tried this method once at home, and although it was a bit alarming, she was safe in the end. This was also because the insulin of this era was not very pure, and she had blended half of it with water beforehand, Su Chunjun wanted to keep only a third of the original liquid, but she was afraid that the effect of too little medicine would not be pronounced enough.
–Yes, what she just pumped into her body was insulin, the same kind of medicine that Kazuo Yamamoto used.
When thinking about how to win Yamamoto Kazuo’s trust and at the same time minimize the harm to herself, Zhu Yuyan thought of insulin first.
Here, thanks to the Japanese national animation “Conan” in an episode there is insulin murder, so that she got this useless knowledge, and at this moment became her life-saving treasure.
She lay quietly on the tatami mat, eyes closed, her body twitching involuntarily.
She could sense that Kazuo Yamamoto had probably brought in a military doctor to examine her, and when she came to her senses and could see with her eyes, she realized that she did indeed have a Japanese military doctor in front of her, and even something that looked like a cardiac monitor.
She stared at the stupid machine for a long, long time before finding her tongue, “What is this? Are you guys going to electrocute me?”
Yamamoto Kazuo sat beside her and said with a smile, “It’s because I’m worried that Yan Ji is in danger, that’s why I called for the doctor, your heart was beating very fast just now and sweating profusely, you know.”
Zhu Yuyan: “Maybe the medicine was too much, I rarely use one at a time.”
Yamamoto Kazuo: “Yan Ji, you even have such a hobby. Does your husband know about it?”
Zhu Yuyan: “It was he who introduced me to using it, it is said to be the treasure of American soldiers, and American troops would issue it to their soldiers so that they could have fun once in a while.”
Yamamoto Kazuo saw it with his own eyes, there was really no way for him to disbelieve it.
Just now Zhu Yuyan was completely unable to control her body’s reaction, her demeanor was absurd, and the military doctor said that her heartbeat and body temperature were at the border of extreme danger.
Zhu Yuyan lay down, still not wanting to get up – also a little unable to get up.
Even though the medication had been reduced and she had eaten a lot of sugar before she came, this was still a bit too risky.
She closed her eyes and began to act out, singing with her mouth, a hodgepodge string of various pop songs that sounded like torture when sung by a pentatonic voice.
Kazuo Yamamoto couldn’t understand a word of it, not a single Chinese folk or pop song he’d ever heard, and it didn’t seem to be an opera either, nor did it make sense in sentences, something about “the man who lassoed the horse.”
He went into the other room and let the doctor continue to record his observations.
When the doctor brought him the records, he asked, “Does she look like she’s faking?”
The doctor affirmed, “Never.”
He asked, “Is there any drug that you are familiar with that can cause this, but is not a sea**? It should be less toxic and less injurious.”
This Japanese medic had been in the military for many years and was familiar with many kinds of drugs.
After pondering over it, he said, “Among the drugs I have used, there is none that can cause such a severe reaction, yet is harmless.”
The military doctor affirmed, “Whatever it is, it must be harmful to the body.”
Only then did Kazuo Yamamoto dispel his last doubts.