The underling immediately agreed, tore the flatbread into pieces, then squatted down, grabbed Xu Mingli's chin, and forcibly pried his mouth open.
Xu Mingli struggled desperately to get away, but his underlings held him down tightly, making it impossible for him to move.
Crumbs of biscuit were stuffed into his mouth one after another, the dry, hard crumbs stinging his throat, yet he struggled to even swallow them.
He was so thirsty that there wasn't a drop of saliva in his mouth.
"Cough cough... Let me go! I won't eat!" Xu Mingli coughed violently, tears streaming down his face, but his underling ignored his resistance and kept stuffing pieces of biscuit into his mouth.
Soon, most of the flatbread was forced into his stomach, and the remaining crumbs were smeared on the corners of his mouth.
After his younger brother let go, Xu Mingli immediately collapsed to the ground, coughing violently. His throat was dry and sore, as if countless needles were pricking him.
His stomach was full of dry, hard pieces of bread, but there wasn't a drop of water to moisten it. The feeling of being bloated and thirsty was more unbearable than simple hunger and thirst, and it almost drove him crazy.
Xu Xinghe sat in the chair, quietly watching his pained expression, her eyes devoid of any pity. "Now you know you're thirsty? If you want water, then explain what I just asked you. If you're still being stubborn, I have plenty of ways to make you feel even worse. For example, I can feed you some more dry flour, so you can experience what it means to be unable to live or die."
Xu Mingli lay on the ground, panting heavily. His throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire, and the biscuits in his stomach were throbbing with pain.
As he looked into Xu Xinghe's cold eyes, his last bit of hope crumbled.
He finally realized that Xu Xinghe was serious this time and would not show him any mercy.
If he continues to stubbornly endure this, he might really die of thirst!
Xu Mingli lay on the ground, his eyes filled with fear, but the resentment deep in his bones still made him hold on and not give in.
Because he didn't believe Xu Xinghe would really dare to kill someone!
If given time, he might find a chance to escape!
Xu Mingli raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "You...you're wasting your energy! I don't know, and I don't know! Even if you kill me, I won't tell you what you want!"
Xu Xinghe's eyes turned completely cold as she looked at his stubborn and unyielding attitude.
She called out towards the door again, "Bring some more dry flour."
Soon, the younger brother came in carrying a bowl of white, dry flour.
Xu Xinghe pointed at Xu Mingli and said in a flat tone, "Just like before, feed him in."
The younger brother immediately squatted down and pinched Xu Mingli's chin again.
Xu Mingli shook his head and struggled desperately, but his body was tightly bound and he couldn't move at all. He could only watch helplessly as spoonfuls of dry flour were stuffed into his mouth.
The flour was dry and fine, and it made him cough violently as soon as it entered his mouth. White powder spilled from the corners of his mouth, covering his face and nose, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Cough cough cough... I... I'll talk! I..." Xu Mingli choked and tears streamed down his face. He was about to confess, but when the words reached his lips, he remembered that once he confessed, he would have no way out. So he swallowed his words and continued to grit his teeth and endure.
Seeing that he was still resisting, Xu Xinghe was not in a hurry and had someone bring him a thick cotton-padded coat.
It was the height of summer, and the woodshed was already stuffy, but she made her younger brother forcefully put a cotton-padded coat on Xu Mingli, even buttoning it up tightly.
"Since you're not afraid of thirst, you must not be afraid of heat either, right?" Xu Xinghe sat down and slowly took a sip of tea. "Take a good look at what it's like to wear a cotton-padded coat in the summer."
Wrapped in a cotton-padded coat, it felt like being wrapped in a thick quilt. Heat instantly surged from all directions, and Xu Mingli's forehead quickly became covered in beads of sweat, which flowed down his cheeks, washing away the flour on his face and leaving streaks of white.
He was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, and sweat poured down his body like streams, quickly soaking his clothes and making them stick to his skin. The feeling of stuffiness and stickiness was so unbearable that he almost fainted.
As the moisture evaporated with his sweat, he felt his lips were cracked and about to bleed, and his throat felt like it was on fire. He barely had the strength to speak.
Just when he felt he was about to give up and his consciousness was fading, Xu Xinghe came over, dipped her finger in a little clear liquid, and gently smeared it on his lips.
The liquid had a slightly cool feel, and it was absorbed by the dry, cracked skin as soon as it touched the lips. However, the coolness was fleeting and not only failed to relieve the thirst, but also made the burning sensation in the throat even more intense.
This was spiritual spring water that Xu Xinghe had specially taken from his spatial storage. He only took a tiny drop, just enough to keep him alive and prevent him from actually falling ill, but it couldn't alleviate any of his pain.
For the rest of the day, Xu Xinghe tormented Xu Mingli repeatedly, keeping him so thirsty that he was almost dying, and giving him a drop of spiritual spring water to keep him alive.
He was so hot he was almost dizzy, so we took off his cotton-padded coat for a while, and then put it back on after he calmed down a bit.
When he was hungry, I would feed him some dry, hard pieces of biscuit, but I never let him eat his fill.
From time to time, Xu Mingli's coughs and painful groans could be heard from the woodshed, but every time he was about to give in, his reluctance made him hold on.
As the sun set and the light in the woodshed gradually dimmed, Xu Xinghe stood up and stretched.
Xu Mingli was exhausted and collapsed on the ground like a lump of mud. His eyes were unfocused, his lips were cracked and dry, and his cotton-padded coat was soaked with sweat, emitting a foul sour smell.
"That's enough for today," Xu Xinghe instructed his underlings. "Keep an eye on him, don't let him die, and don't give him water or food."
After saying that, she turned and walked out of the woodshed.
Zhang Cishu was still waiting in the courtyard. When he saw her come out, he finally spoke, "How did it go?"
"Not yet, but soon." Xu Xinghe smiled. "After a whole day of this, his mental defenses are about to collapse. If we continue tomorrow, he definitely won't be able to hold on. Thank you for staying with me all day. I'll treat you to dinner at the state-run restaurant tonight as a way of thanking you for your help."
Zhang Cishu nodded without refusing, "Okay."
The two left the bathhouse together and went to a state-run restaurant where they ordered some dishes.
At the dinner table, Xu Xinghe didn't bring up the interrogation again, but chatted with Zhang Cishu about some light topics to relieve the fatigue of the day.
After finishing their meal, they returned to the military headquarters together and went to their respective courtyards to rest.
The next morning, just as dawn broke, Xu Xinghe and Zhang Cishu went to the woodshed in town again.
Pushing open the door, I saw Xu Mingli still slumped on the floor, his eyes even more unfocused than yesterday, and his body smelling even worse.
Xu Xinghe walked up to him, squatted down, and said calmly, "Are you planning to tell me today? Or do you want to relive yesterday's experience?"
Upon hearing her voice, Xu Mingli's body trembled involuntarily, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.
He no longer wanted to endure that torment of thirst, heat, and unbearable suffering.
Xu Xinghe is absolutely vicious!
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