Chapter 107 Lesson : Life is never equal The basement was very Su Beixun and Suzuki Shiro finished their conversation, only four breathing sounds remained in the huge space. Su Beixun looked down at the phone screen. Suzuki Shiro couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at?" He has had mild claustrophobia since he was a child and can't stand this depressing atmosphere. "Nothing, just checking Xiaoxi's morning position." Su Beixun answered casually, fiddling with his phone without even looking up. No matter what, as long as we can chat! Shiro Suzuki quickly followed up with the question: "Why do you see him positioning?" Su Beixun looked up at him without hiding anything. "I guess he had gathered his family in a safe house before kidnapping you. After leaving here, he will definitely make sure his family is safe first."
He waved the phone interface towards the cell. "So, just by looking at where he stays, I can find where his family is hiding!" Shiro Suzuki was really curious now. "What are you doing looking for Xiaoxi's family this morning?" "Killing someone with a borrowed knife." Su Beixun snorted twice. In the dancing shadows, he seemed to smile. Shiro Suzuki wanted to ask more, but Su Beixun waved his hand and ignored him. He stared intently at the red dot that kept jumping on the map on his phone. Xiaoxi was still cautious enough in the morning! ——His SIM card had been thrown away long ago. It’s just that the older generation didn’t know much about the hacking technology that has only developed in recent years, and they didn’t replace their mobile phones, which gave Su Beixun an opportunity to take advantage of. He watched Xiaoxi wandering around the city in the morning, taking deserted paths and fighting wits with the non-existent followers. However, Xiaoxi did not have much time to create confusion in the morning. After all, once the police intervene in this disappearance case, he, the driver, will definitely be wanted immediately. So, it didn't take long for Su Beixun to roughly locate the location of his safe house. Based on the length of stay, there are three suspicious places: Stay at 1-chome-13, Beika-cho for three minutes and seventeen seconds. Stay at 20-banchi, Beika-cho 3-chome, for one minute and twenty seconds.
Stay at 4-chome-9, Beika-cho for fifty-six seconds. Su Beixun lowered his eyelids. Ultimately, this is a game of psychological warfare. Normally, people would think that the places where they spend the least time are the truly important ones. But Xiaoxi might do the opposite in the morning and spend the longest time in the safe house. He might even combine the two situations and deliberately choose a moderate stay time. But who cares? Su Beixun doesn’t need to choose! At this time, Suzuki Shiro suddenly said: "Excuse me, can you give me a bottle of water?" He licked his lips. "I don't know why... I feel very thirsty now!" "It's normal." Su Beixun put down his phone. He stood up from his chair, walked into the shadows, picked up a bottle of water and threw it into the cell. "Anesthetics affect your body's internal regulatory mechanisms, especially the secretion of antidiuretic hormone, which is a hormone that maintains water balance in the body, so you feel thirsty." The corners of Suzuki Shiro's mouth twitched: "...Uh, thank you for the popular science." He reached out to take the bottle of water, not afraid of the poison, and took a big sip. At this moment, the bodyguard who had been silent all the time asked, "Can you give me a bottle too?" "I reject!" Su Beixun said indifferently. He sat back in his chair and continued to focus on the phone interface, appearing nonchalant. "You are just an appendage of Mr. Suzuki and have no value to me, so there is no need for me to meet your request." The bodyguard stopped talking immediately. "Drink this bottle." Shiro Suzuki sighed and passed the half-empty water bottle through the gap in the railing. The bodyguard was a little surprised. He took it with both hands, and said with guilt and gratitude: "Thank you, boss!" He didn't expect that it was obviously because of his negligence that he ended up in this situation, but Mr. Suzuki not only did not scold him, but even helped him. Suzuki Shiro smiled and nodded at him. If he could get out alive, he would certainly fire this bastard who only eats for free! But now no matter how much he scolds, it will not change the current situation, it will only make the situation worse. Shiro Suzuki is a smart man and knows how to choose the best. "You don't have to worry about him."
But just after the bodyguard finished drinking the water, Su Beixun supported his chin and said casually. "He won't survive today anyway, so why waste precious resources on him?" "I won't survive today..." Shiro Suzuki was stunned, then horrified. The bodyguard also looked at him in fear. "Wait! What do you mean?!" Su Beixun didn't answer, but just smiled. He wrote the location of Xiaoxi's morning safe house into a message and sent it out. Then put your phone away. Looking at the two people who were uneasy in the cage, he smiled and said, "It will take time to wait for the results. Let's take this opportunity to put on a show!" As he said this, he stood up and opened his arms as if to hug the two of them. Shiro Suzuki swallowed his saliva, and the alarm bells in his heart started ringing rapidly. "……What do you mean?" "Hey, don't be afraid." Su Beixun's voice was very soft. He craned his neck and pressed his face between the railings. "Mr. Suzuki doesn't need to be present in person for this performance. There are other actors. You just need to be a quiet audience." As he spoke, he turned his head and looked towards Suzuki's compartment. Then he opened his mouth, revealing his sharp white teeth. The bodyguard, sensing something was wrong, retreated to the corner. "Wait...wait a minute!" he shouted. But Su Beixun didn't give him the chance to finish speaking! The gun was already fired at him! A white needle pierced the thigh. The bodyguard groaned in pain and quickly pulled it out. The silvery-white needle brought out blood. But the liquid inside has disappeared without a trace... "What is this?! What did you inject me with?!"
The bodyguard looked at the wound oozing blood and asked in a state of frustration. When he thought about the strange chemical components mixed in his body, he wished he could just have his legs amputated! Su Beixun pressed his hands down to comfort her. "Hehe, don't be nervous...it's just a muscle relaxant." His laughter was muffled, as if he was suppressing his anticipation. A feeling of powerlessness quickly spread, the bodyguard's legs went limp, and he fell to his knees with a thud. He struggled a few times, then closed his eyes. But Su Beixun just looked on indifferently. Three minutes passed... The bodyguard suddenly opened his eyes and shouted angrily: "Asshole! You're a disgusting asshole who deserves to go to hell!" Su Beixun just raised the gun again. The candlelight behind him suddenly shrank, and the panting darkness suddenly expanded. The shadow shrunk under his feet was stretched very large in an instant. The bodyguard's eyes were about to burst out! But even if he opened his eyes wide, he could only see a blurry face. There was no expression on the dark face, only two curved scarlet eyes, hanging on it like crescent moons! Damn... monster... The bodyguard was in a daze for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he found three more syringes on his body. The feeling of powerlessness stimulated him to struggle continuously! But before long, all his strength disappeared. The bodyguard lay with his head tilted, staring out of the cell in despair. Su Beixun did not go in. Instead, he turned around and went to the middle passage behind him, and pulled out a heavy object with a creaking sound. By candlelight I can see... It turned out to be a high iron bed! It is similar in style to an operating table, a rectangle two meters long and one and a half meters wide. But the difference is that there are a lot more iron shackles on the limbs and neck. The bed was covered in rust and had many suspicious dark red marks. Shiro Suzuki only took one look and felt a chill run down his spine! Su Beixun smiled.
"Mr. Suzuki, do you know what this is?" Shiro Suzuki shivered a little, which was unusual for him. He had an instinctive fear of that bed. Hearing the question, he swallowed and said carefully: "No... I don't know..." Su Beixun smiled happily. "In that case, let me introduce it to you from the beginning." He patted the cold iron bed. “First, it’s about this underground space.” He looked up at the black dome. "Its founder is Taylor Jones, born in 1914 in Hawaii, USA." Su Beixun paused, then asked, "I guess you must be curious, why would an American build such a dungeon in the heart of Japan?" He asked himself and answered: "It all started on the morning of December 1941, 12." Suzuki Shiro frowned. "Yes, that's right. I think you've guessed it by looking at your expression." "On December 1941, 12, Japan launched a surprise attack on Pearl Harbor." "And Taylor's parents and children died that morning." There was no emotion in Su Beixun's voice, as calm as if he was telling a story. "It was really unlucky for him. Not many civilians died in the attack, only 68, but his whole family was among them." "So, in order to retaliate, Taylor changed his name, sneaked into Japan, and became a bounty hunter active around 1950." Su Beixun's voice was very soft. But the echoes in the hole were layered and as clear as if they were pouring down from a great height. "Of course, his profession is just a cover for him." "He used the connections he made during the mission to secretly track down the military personnel involved in the operation. In addition to taking revenge on the culprits, he would also kill all their families." "One, two..." "One year, two years..." "Day after day, year after year, revenge seems to have become a job." "He killed more and more people, but the hole in his heart became bigger and bigger..." “So, there were no surprises.” "Like so many clichés, Taylor turned to drugs to make up for the loss in his heart." "He began to use various behaviors to stimulate his senses and satisfy his desires."
Su Beixun paced back and forth. His voice sounded neither hurried nor slow, but the tone that accompanied it was terrifying. "Finally, during a prostitution trip, he accidentally tortured the prostitute to death!" "It is said that the woman died in a very tragic way. When she was found, there was not a single piece of intact skin on her body, and even her tongue was bitten off." "It's a pity that due to the times, the police were unable to successfully arrest him." "Just like he did when he killed someone before, he used disguise to escape into the dark underground..." "But when he appeared again, everyone was surprised to find that... he had gone crazy!" Su Beixun chuckled a few times. “No one knew why…” "But from the story he told me before he died..." "Taylor must have felt the long-lost passion from the abuse." "So, he stopped being obsessed with the murderer and stopped being obsessed with finding the truth." "He began to hate every Japanese equally and sincerely looked forward to their screams." Su Beixun patted the iron bed beside him. The solid bed gave off a firm sound. "And in order to better satisfy his own fetish, he secretly built this safe house..." "Or rather, it's a place of punishment." "He would knock out the prey he liked and bring them back here, put them in a cell, and vent his violence on them." "Cut fingers, peel skin, whip, dig eyes, cut hearts, burn..." He pointed in all directions. "Everywhere here is soaked with the blood and flesh of the victims, and everywhere is filled with the resentful souls of the tragically dead..." "And right under our feet, there are more than 30 bodies buried." Shiro Suzuki, who was sitting on the ground, turned pale and immediately jumped up. “Hatred is the most vital thing.” Su Beixun concluded with emotion. "No matter how poor the soil is, it can take root and sprout. If it is watered with pain, there is no telling what giant creature will grow out." As he spoke, he opened the iron door that was locking the bodyguards and pulled the man, who had turned into a puddle of mud, out of the cell. The bodyguard's body was no longer able to exert any strength due to the effects of the muscle relaxant.
But his eyes were so wide open that it seemed like they were about to burst open, and the dense bloodshot veins were particularly frightening! The rusty iron bed was getting closer and closer. He was crying and making some unknown sounds. "Do not be afraid." Su Beixun comforted him. Then he was lifted up and placed on the iron bed. The cold touch quickly spread from the back to the whole body! As if it was an illusion, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood. Click~ The iron shackles closed. The bodyguard was firmly fixed on the high bed. "I told you, don't be afraid... I have no intention of torturing you." Su Beixun looked at his frightened pupils and assured him. Then he turned his head and looked at Jiang Shouhuang, who had been shrinking since just now. "Come on, my lovely brother, come and kill him!" "Eh... me... me?" Jiang Shouhuang looked around when he was suddenly mentioned. He pointed at himself in disbelief, waved his hands and stammered, "No... I can't, I... I don't dare." "It's okay. It's very simple. Just like cutting a rabbit's blood vessels. You can do it." Su Beixun encouraged softly. Then he opened the secret box under the iron bed and took out a package sealed with cowhide. Opening it, the cold metal product was revealed inside. Su Beixun reached out and took out a pair of black pliers with a long handle and short head. Thick, sturdy, and fits the curve of your hand perfectly. Finger pinching. The two sharp blades in front rubbed and collided. It made a creepy "cracking" sound. Shiro Suzuki subconsciously held his breath. "Tsk, it's really well maintained." Su Beixun put down the finger-cutting forceps and picked up a silver-white scalpel. After playing with it for a few circles, he squatted down and stuffed it into Jiang Shouhuang's hand.
"Go ahead, baby." He stroked the fat boy's cheek affectionately. "Brother has been watching you here." Jiang Shouhuang subconsciously looked up at the tall iron bed. The bodyguard was trying to raise his head and shouting at him silently with his mouth open. Ugly, hideous, and terrifying... The metal handle in his hand continued to emit a chilling coldness. Jiang Shouhuang threw it to the ground quickly as if he had just woken up from a dream, took two steps back in horror, and cried. "I can not do it……" “I really can’t do it!” "Brother, I beg you..." "I will be obedient..." "...You...just let me go..." Su Beixun squatted down and reached out to wipe the tears from his face. "Don't cry, Xiao Huang." Jiang Shouhuang looked up at him pleadingly. But Su Beixun gently refused: "No." He touched the little fat boy's head with a melancholy look on his face. "Actually, this is all my fault." “Sobriety brings pain.” "If I hadn't taken you to the Twilight Villa, you would still be feeling happy in your beautiful dream..." "Chikan Jyoudai is such a disgusting person!" "As a detective, she only cared about getting the facts right, but she didn't consider how much pain it would cause us." The force on his head was getting stronger and stronger, and the hand that was caressing him grabbed his hair at some point. The little fat boy was forced to look up. His teeth kept chattering and his tears were increasing. “But I hate losing!” Su Beixun had a ferocious expression.
"Although this idea was just a spur of the moment, since I have invested so much energy in it, I cannot accept it to be in vain!" "If I can't achieve my goal imperceptibly, I don't mind using the most violent means." "Even if I can't carve you into the most perfect unpolished jade, I would rather you reveal your cracked jade quality under my polishing than have you be covered in gray stone skin." Su Beixun leaned against his cheek and spoke word by word, as if to express his determination. "You are mine, Akira Erimori! You belong to me!" In the dark corner of the dungeon, there were madman-like mutterings. "Let me teach you the first lesson." Su Beixun licked the side of his fangs. He picked up the scalpel that fell on the ground, then pulled up Jiang Shouhuang's arm and slashed it with the knife! The little fat boy suddenly let out a howl! The silver-white blade cut through the flesh! Leave an opening of about three centimeters! Jiang Shouhuang covered his hand subconsciously, but the bright red blood still seeped out from between his fingers bit by bit. Pain, fear... These uncontrollable physiological reactions made him tremble constantly. Su Beixun shook his wrist calmly. The blood slid down the blade without getting even a trace of it stained. "What I want to teach you is..." "Life is never equal!" "If your own life is a treasure, then the lives of others, no matter how many there are, are just like grass!" "For your own sake, you must learn to give up others." Su Beixun's voice was cold. "The clock starts now until you kill him." "Every 20 minutes, I'll give you another wound." "So……" "You better hurry up before your blood runs dry." I'll write one more chapter in the evening, and I'll definitely finish it today! Yes, I will definitely be able to complete it...
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