Before Kumisa Furukawa was brought into the interrogation room, she had already adjusted the pain perception part of her body to the lowest setting. The shielding of pain caused the whole person's senses to become a little dull, until she was pressed on the execution chair, with the restraints on her wrists

When the belt was buckled to the last position and was so tight that even her dull senses could feel it, she lowered her head slightly.

She glanced at the restraints on her hands, then looked up at the person who was binding her, and suddenly laughed.

"I remember your face. You often followed Pisk, but unfortunately, your position in the organization is not important enough that the file was fortunate enough to be presented to me once. Therefore, I don't know your name.

.”

The nameless member in her eyes was obviously irritated by her. He clasped her limbs more tightly, then walked behind her and put a restraint around her neck.

When he pulled in the leather buckle, Furukawa Kumisa choked hard with such force that his throat felt a little uncomfortable and he coughed twice, but he almost laughed in his heart.

——If Piske’s men are really idiots who can provoke others with just a few words of provocation, then they will have a sure chance of victory this time.

She tilted her neck back and deliberately made her voice hoarse, "If you strangle me to death before the 'trial' has any results, who do you think will be responsible?"

The man didn't speak. Furukawa Kumisa moved his neck with difficulty and looked at Gin, who was sitting in the corner of the execution chamber and had been waiting for her to do it himself after she was tied up.

"Gin, what do you think?"

Furukawa Kumisa had never thought that Gin's name was so useful. She just mentioned it, and the other party had already loosened her neck and changed it to a suitable degree of tightness.

Furukawa Kumisa said no more, just lowered his eyes to hide the smile in his eyes.

--idiot.

After completely tying her up, the man walked out of the execution chamber without waiting for Gin's instructions, leaving the entire room to Gin who was in control of everything.

Furukawa Kumisa looked at Gin who was still smoking while sitting in the execution chamber, and she frowned impatiently.

"Quick decision, Gin. Being tied up for a long time will lead to lack of blood supply and eventually cause irreversible damage. Or do you really want me to become a waste after I get out?"

Gin threw the eye in his hand to the ground, stepped on it, and crushed it hard.

He walked up to her, his calm and restrained face unwavering: "No one thinks that they can get out alive after entering this room."

Furukawa Kumisa was indifferent: "It doesn't matter, I can be the first one."

She curled her lips and said, "Before that, you still have some time to think about how to compensate me."

Gin laughed, walked to the only long table in the whole room, reached out and opened the drawer, Furukawa Kumisa glanced at it, and saw that they were some commonly used torture instruments.

Gin's fingertips wrapped in black gloves slid over the formidable torture instruments, and finally stopped on a small box next to them.

He took out the box, opened it with a click, and took out an injection.

He walked back and pulled off the protective cover on the needle, and a soft "pop" sound echoed in the silent room.

For ordinary victims, such slow and slow movements may be a kind of torture in disguise - maximizing the fear before execution is a point that gradually breaks down the other party's psychological defense line.

But Furukawa Kumisa just wanted to say: ...Hurry up, she is pretending to be tired.

"Do you recognize this injection? Natafi." Gin's voice was strangely soft - at this moment, it sounded like a life-threatening charm.

Furukawa Kumisa's face was expressionless: "This is a new type of drug I developed based on traditional hydroxyamides. When it acts on the human body, it can further amplify the human body's senses and convert them into pain neurons and transmit them back to the brain.

But unlike traditional hydroxyamides, which can make people delirious, they will only make people more conscious, making the pain even worse."

She raised her lips slightly, "It's beyond my expectation, Gin - so you are such a gentleman when it comes to the torture of women?"

Although we are now in the 21st century, a society ruled by law, she has never felt that the organization is a law-abiding place.

After all, she had just seen with her own eyes the final fate of the public security liaison officer yesterday.

She spared no effort to influence Gin through words.

"Is this an order given to you by the superiors, or is it your own..." She stared at Gin tightly, "... selfishly?"

In fact, before Gin took out the injection, Furukawa Kumisa was still not completely sure what Gin was thinking about her in this life.

But after seeing him take out the injection, she was almost 80% sure.

As for the remaining 20%...

As expected, after hearing her say this, Gin's hand paused slightly and sneered.

"If I must have any selfish motives..." He stretched out his hand and pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Scarlet light flashed in the green pupils, and the excitement and madness were self-evident.

"I wish you could let me play a little longer, Natafi."

——Yes, that's it.

Crazy denial of this feeling that he defines as "ridiculous" and "should not exist" is the reaction that Gin, who has never experienced "the death of a lover", should react.

Even after that, he will use even worse means to "prove" the non-existence of this relationship.

Furukawa Kumisa curled her lips inwardly, it was so understandable.

*

In the observation room, which was only separated from the interrogation room by a mirror wall, Pisk looked at Gin's "gentle" technique and spoke with some dissatisfaction.

"What is Gin doing?"

If it were him, he would not chat with the prisoners for so long. Their only purpose is to obtain valuable information from their mouths, or...

A glimmer of light flashed in the cloudy pupils, but it was covered up in time.

Pisk lit up his second cigarette since entering.

——Submission becomes a move.

His eyes glanced at the three figures standing behind the mirror wall - it had been a long time since there had been so many people in the observation room, which made this small room seem a bit crowded.

The person with the greatest mood swings seems to be Kurei Morohoshidai. Ever since he was accused by Furukawa Kumisa on the rooftop, he has been in a somewhat irritable and angry mood.

On the contrary, Bourbon, who arrived at the scene almost at the same time, was very calm, just as hidden as he usually showed in the organization.

As for Scotland, he seemed to still be out of the situation, even a little confused about the situation in front of him, holding his chin and thinking about it all.

Pisk spoke: "What do you think?"

"She's challenging Gin to torture her." Rye blurted out.

Pisk glanced at Gin who was injecting medicine into Furukawa Kumisa on the other side of the wall.

"Why?"

"The undercover agent who entered that room will always have only one thought - to welcome the relief of death as soon as possible, in case more key clues are revealed."

After saying this, Rye suddenly laughed mockingly, "Words are this woman's most powerful weapon. We have all seen her ability to confuse people."

Pisk smiled and said, "You have a lot of resentment towards her."

Rye did not refute: "I entered the organization through her, and she seemed to have already thought of slandering me to escape after being exposed."

He was talking about the accusation that Furukawa Kumisa blurted out on the rooftop tonight.

Scotland spoke at the right time, his gentle and gentle voice sounded a little gloomy, "If that is a slander, Rye, what is the name of your accusation against me?"

Rye was a little impatient: "I have called up the service records of the mobile phone provider, and indeed an unknown number sent me that text message in the afternoon. That is a legitimate 'accusation'."

Scotland's voice was still gentle, but without any emotion, "But I will know that address through Bourbon's text message."

This line of singing has led to this point. Toru Amuro said in a deep voice: "It is obviously meaningless to trace the starting point of this string of text messages. I said it was sent by Natafi, Scotland said it was sent by me, and Rye said it was sent by Scotland.

, Natafi also said it was from Rye - no matter who among us is lying, his ultimate goal is to confuse our sight, drag everyone into the water, and expose the real undercover."

His eyes flicked to the figure in the interrogation room, as if nothing happened: "So, the situation is very clear. The initiator of all this is now sitting on the execution chair."

"Or -" Pisk stood up from the sofa and walked behind them, "one of you is her accomplice."

None of the three spoke again.

Pisk's old voice echoed in the observation room: "Natafe just came into contact with the scene where Gin and I were interrogating the public security liaison yesterday. Even if she was really an undercover agent, she would not be so stupid as to go there in person today to talk to the person who has already been interrogated.

The transaction scene of the deceased contact.”

He approached the mirror wall and looked at Furukawa Kumisa, whose face was gradually losing color: "So, there is only one possibility -"

*

"Who are you protecting?"

The sound of gin sounded in the execution chamber.

Ten minutes have passed since the injection of the first injection, which is almost the moment when the drug's effect is most intense.

Her perception of pain was infinitely amplified, until even the restraints on her limbs were transformed into intense pain in her brain, stimulating her brain.

Any easy touch will be transformed into the most cruel punishment in her mind.

Furukawa Kumisa can shield his subjective feelings by cheating the system, but he cannot control the physiological reactions of his body in reality.

Her face turned pale uncontrollably, and cold sweat gradually broke out on her forehead. This was due to the combination of excessive injection of medication and perceived pain.

Furukawa Kumisa herself was relieved about this - after all, it was difficult for her to make some physical reactions very realistic no matter how good her acting skills were, so this saved her some trouble.

She pondered the effect of the medicine and gradually relaxed her breathing, until the oppressive, deep pain gradually spread to her lips and teeth along with the rise and fall of her chest, and she exhaled softly with trembling breaths.

Gin waited patiently for her answer, and even asked again in a good-tempered manner: "Who are you protecting?"
To be continued...