Chapter 246 Breakthrough in Interrogation
The turmoil on Hong Kong Island has temporarily come to an end with the downfall of the Huo family.
Inside an abandoned factory located halfway up a mountain, Qin Zheng's men had transformed it into something as solid as an iron barrel.
In the basement, Anderson was tightly bound to an iron chair, his mouth gagged with a rag. One of his wrists and both knees were twisted at bizarre angles, a "masterpiece" left by Lu Jingyan.
Even so, his blue eyes were still filled with resentment as he glared at the composed woman in front of him.
Ignoring his murderous gaze, Su Wantang took out a row of silver needles of varying lengths from an exquisite leather box.
She sat down opposite Anderson, picked up a small bottle of alcohol and cotton, and slowly and meticulously disinfected each silver needle under the dim light.
"Ugh... Ugh..." Anderson struggled violently. He had witnessed too many methods of torture and thought this woman was going to use these needles to torment him.
Su Wantang raised her eyelids and glanced at him indifferently. Her gaze was calm and without any ripples, yet it sent a chill down Anderson's spine.
"Don't rush," she said softly.
"I won't let you feel pain."
As she spoke, she picked up the finest silver needle and walked up to Anderson. Anderson's body tensed instantly, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.
Su Wantang's fingers lightly brushed across his neck, and the silver needle, swift as lightning, precisely pierced an acupoint.
Anderson shuddered, but the expected excruciating pain did not come. Instead, he felt his neck go numb, as if he had lost all sensation.
Su Wantang didn't stop. She continued her attack, inserting silver needles into several major acupoints on Anderson's limbs and torso. Using methods recorded in the "Taiyi Xuanjing," she skillfully blocked the pain receptors throughout his body.
Soon, Anderson discovered to his horror that, apart from his brain still being able to think and his eyes still being able to see, he could no longer feel any part of his body. It felt as if his soul had been ripped out, suspended in mid-air, coldly staring at a shell that didn't belong to him.
“Now, let’s play a game.” Su Wantang withdrew her hand and picked up a sharp, small scalpel from the tool table next to her.
The blade flashed a cold, sharp light under the lamp.
She walked up to Anderson, knelt down, and gazed into his pupils, which were constricted violently with fear, with her clear and beautiful peach blossom eyes.
“I will disassemble your body parts one by one. For example, I will start with your fingers, then your toes, and then... well, it can be any part of your body.”
She gently tapped his finger with the tip of the knife.
"The most interesting thing is that you won't feel any pain at all. But your eyes will see it all clearly. You'll see how your fingers leave your palm, how the blood flows out..."
"You'll watch yourself being dismembered piece by piece until you're reduced to a pile of parts. How exciting is that game?"
An extreme, chilling, indescribable fear, like an invisible hand, suddenly gripped Anderson's heart.
He wasn't unfamiliar with bloodshed or killing. He could endure physical pain and withstand severe torture. But this kind of punishment—watching oneself being slowly sliced to death without feeling any pain—was beyond the comprehension of humankind!
This is the devil's doing!
"Waaaaah!!" Anderson's eyes instantly filled with blood vessels. He began to struggle frantically, making strange hoarse noises in his throat. All the muscles in his body were twitching violently, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
He wanted to beg for mercy, to scream, but the gag in his mouth only allowed him to whimper in despair.
At this moment, their psychological defenses completely collapsed.
Su Wantang watched him break down quietly, and only when she was sure the time was right did she reach out and swiftly remove all the silver needles from his body.
"ah--!!!"
The moment his pain receptors returned, the suppressed agony surged into his brain like a flood bursting its banks. The excruciating pain from his wrists and knees being crushed was amplified a hundredfold, a thousandfold by the fear he had just experienced.
Anderson let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.
"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" He cried and wailed incoherently, his previous toughness completely gone.
"Please! Give me a quick death! Kill me!"
Su Wantang tossed the scalpel back into the plate, making a crisp clinking sound.
She pulled the gag out of Anderson's mouth and looked down at him: "Now, we can have a proper talk about the 'Lunar Project'."
In the face of utter collapse, Anderson held nothing back.
“Project Luna… is not about creating weapons… it’s about ‘eternal life’…” he gasped, his voice hoarse.
"It's to find a perfect 'vessel' for 'Mr. Shadow'..."
“Mr. Shadow?” Su Wantang’s eyes narrowed.
“Yes… he is the supreme leader of the ‘Eagle’s Nest’… his mental consciousness is exceptionally strong, but his body is rapidly deteriorating… he needs a new body…” Anderson’s eyes were unfocused, as if he were trapped in some kind of fearful memory.
"The true purpose of the 'Lunar Project' is to use genetic technology to select and cultivate a vessel that can perfectly contain his consciousness, allowing him to transfer his consciousness... and achieve immortality!"
"Where is Lu Jingyue?" Su Wantang's voice turned cold.
“She is…she is ‘Subject 07’…” Anderson said, trembling. “She is the first…near-perfect vessel found since the program began! She has an extremely high tolerance to all drugs and radiation, and her genes…are a masterpiece of God!”
Su Wantang's heart sank heavily.
...
On the other hand, the interrogation of German expert Schmidt was much simpler and more brutal.
Lu Jingyan didn't even have to say much.
He slammed a dark, heavy pistol onto the table in front of Schmidt, the cold muzzle pointed at Schmidt's forehead.
"Two options." Lu Jingyan's voice was devoid of any warmth. "First, tell me everything you know, and as a witness against the incriminating evidence, I'll guarantee your life. Second, I'll send you to meet God right now."
Schmidt was just a tech geek obsessed with research; he'd never seen anything like this before. His legs went weak, and he almost slipped off his chair. A pungent, foul odor immediately filled the room.
"I'll talk! I'll talk! Don't kill me!" He covered his head with his hands, tears streaming down his face. "I'll tell you everything! I'm just a researcher, those things have nothing to do with me!"
For the next half hour, Schmidt poured out everything he knew, like beans spilling from a bucket.
He handed over all his research data and confirmed Anderson's statement.
“The man’s mental strength is incredibly powerful, but his body is like a bottle riddled with holes, ready to shatter at any moment,” Schmidt said, trembling. “That’s why he pushed the ‘Lunar Project’ so frantically.”
"He also mentioned a crucial piece of information." Qin Zheng, who was in charge of taking notes, looked up at Lu Jingyan and Bai Shu. "He said that more than ten years ago, this project had a chief scientist codenamed 'Haitang'."
Bai Zhu's heart clenched suddenly.
“This ‘Begonia’ is a genius in the field of genetics, one in a century. She single-handedly built the theoretical foundation of the ‘Moon Goddess Project’.” Schmidt dared not hide anything in order to save his own life. “But a few years ago, she discovered the true purpose of the project, which was not to conquer genetic diseases, but to prolong the life of ‘Mr. Shadow’. She… she chose to defect.”
"When she defected, she destroyed most of the original research manuscripts and took half of the most crucial experimental data with her. Shenzhi, it was because of the loss of this data that the progress of the 'Lunar Project' was delayed by a full ten years!"
The wine cellar was deathly silent.
Bai Zhu put the two statements together with the information handed over by Schmidt and compared them repeatedly.
At this moment, all the clues came together.
Huo Ling did not lie to her; her mother, Bai Xiuzhu, was indeed a member of "Eagle's Nest," codenamed "Begonia."
But he lied to her.
My mother wasn't a traitor to the organization, but a rebel against this evil plan! She wasn't executed for betrayal, but for upholding her conscience and justice; she was hunted down and silenced by those madmen!
A tremendous wave of sorrow and anger surged into her heart like a tsunami, almost overwhelming her.
She seemed to see how, in that isolated and helpless era, the young mother resolutely chose the most dangerous path after discovering the truth.
She took the data not for herself, but to stop that insane plan and to protect innocent victims like Lu Jingyue.
Su Wantang closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, the sadness in her eyes had faded, leaving only a cold and resolute flame.
Her eyes sharpened as she looked at the document in her hand that mentioned "core data".
Mr. Shadow...
I will definitely find you.
For my mother, for Jingyue, and for all the innocent people you have harmed, I demand justice!
You will pay the most terrible price for your crimes!
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