On the upper deck at the stern, which was filled with the smell of blood, fish, and a bit of rotting whale meat, a canine skull and a tortoiseshell comb were placed between Meiren and Nagatsuka Joeji.

A pair of tachyons and a kendama, and of course, two picture frames and a rangefinder camera with bullet holes.

"Want to chat?"

After Wei Ran finished speaking, without waiting for Nagatsuka Joeji's response, he picked up the group photo and asked, "Are these your wife and children?"

Looking up at Wei Ran, Nagatsuka Joeji nodded after being silent for a moment, "Yes, my wife and children."

"Are you still alive?" Wei Ran asked casually.

"died"

"How did you die?"

"atomic bomb"

Nagatsuka Joji smiled sadly, "My wife is a nurse at Shima Hospital. Do you know Shima Hospital?"

Seeing Wei Ran spreading his hands, Nagatsuka Joeji explained extremely calmly, "The little boy's atomic bomb exploded above Shima Hospital. My wife was probably working in the hospital at the time."

"Where is your child?" Wei Ran asked equally calmly.

"Dead too"

Nagatsuka Joeji tried his best to raise his head and glance at the night sky, then looked down at the things placed between the two of them, "I can't find them. That kendama, that comb, and those tachyons, those are

The only thing I found in my house."

"What about this?" Wei Ran asked as he picked up the skull.

"That was the first dog I raised. His name was Taro. Every dog ​​I raised later was named Taro."

There was a hint of choking in Nagatsuka Joeji's tone, "On the day of the defeat, I personally killed it, buried it in the banana forest at the station, and then fled to Brazil with my companions. When I returned

At that time, only this skull was found.”

"What about this one?" Wei Yan put down his skull and picked up the camera with the hole in it and asked.

"It helped me take a shot."

Nagatsuka Joeji looked at the photo between the two of them and explained absently, "Otherwise, I might have died in 41 years."

"So where is that American female pilot buried by you?"

"In..." Nagatsuka Joeji trembled just as he was about to start, and looked at Wei Ran with a horrified look on his face.

"Let me think about it, Amelia Earhart seems to be called that, right?"

While Wei Ran asked, a tube of film appeared in his hand, and Nagatsuka Joeji's face became extremely pale and frightened.

"What are you afraid of?"

Wei Ran put the film back into his bag, "You are going to die soon, why don't you tell me where you and your three friends buried her?"

"How did you know about this?" Nagatsuka Joeji asked in panic, "Who told you? Who? Who told you!"

"Let's make an exchange"

Wei Ran reached out and took off the Nikon camera that was still hanging around Nagatsuka Joeji's neck and put it into his bag. Then he reached out and picked up the two photo frames and knocked them against each other, "Tell me to bury her there."

Where are you? I'll let you die more comfortably."

"If you can't find her, you'll never find her."

Nagatsuka calmed down without any warning, and replied with a smile, "She was buried on a certain island in the Marshall Islands, where the American atomic bomb had blown up nothing."

"What a shame," Wei Ran said, then threw the photo frame in his hand into a tin bucket next to him.

"What are you going to do?!" Nagatsuka Joeji immediately became nervous.

But soon, Wei Ran pinched its jaw joint open again, and it could only whimper, and watched with an angry look as Wei Ran threw everything between them into the iron bucket, and then

Then pour kerosene on it and light it with a match.

Ignoring the other party's struggle and unclear roar, Wei Ran patted his butt and stood up, picked up the camera the other party gave him, and slowly changed a new film. Against the backdrop of the constantly beating flames and the lights not far away,

I took a condescending photo of this beast that was also sad and desperate.

Almost as soon as he attached the lens to the camera, the boat began to move forward slowly, and a moment later, Hugo and the other three walked over from a distance each carrying luggage and sailor bags.

"I brought your luggage here too."

Hugo shook the sailor bag in his hand, and then without waiting for Weiran's response, he, Karan and Valoro threw the things in their hands into the only traffic boat that did not have holes in the bottom of the boat.

.

"What's wrong with his chin?" Hugo asked with a frown, while taking out the katana on his belt.

"piece of cake"

Wei Ran said, and with a "click" sound, he helped Nagatsuka Joeji reattach his dislocated jaw.

Without giving him a chance to open his mouth to say anything, Hugo casually picked up a vise that fell on the floor and roughly knocked out all of Nagatsuka Joeji's teeth, while Wei Ran raised his camera and took a picture of it.

A close-up shot.

Amidst Nagatsuka Joeji's screams, Hugo threw the wrench out of the boat and waved to Karan.

"Take out the photo album and find the photo of your brother."

As Hugo spoke, he took out four belts from his bag and tied them one by one to Nagatsuka Joeji's elbows and knees, and called on Valoro to help tie them as tightly as possible.

At the same time, Callan also knelt on the deck, opened one of the photo albums, and found a photo of Nagatsuka Joeji slashing the Australian soldier Hannibal Simpson.

"God made me see this photo when I sent you back to your room. It was definitely not to make Karan and I forgive you."

While tightening the last belt, Hugo said very clearly, "Victor, can you help me translate it into Japanese? In case Captain Fernando doesn't understand what I'm saying."

"My pleasure"

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he cleared his throat and translated into clear Japanese, "God certainly didn't let me see this photo when I sent you back to your room to make Karan and I forgive you."

"I hope you can understand"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hugo paused for a moment, and waited until Wei Ran finished translating before continuing, "The reason why I killed you is because I have enough reasons to do it.

.One of the most important reasons is to let you personally taste the pain you have inflicted on others."

Still leaving enough translation time for Wei Ran, Hugo picked up the samurai sword and continued to speak in English to Nagatsuka Joeji, who also understood English, "I will try my best to let you live as long as possible.

You taste every pain. During this period, you can shout as much as you want. By the way, I hope you can remember it well.

Did the screams and pleas of the innocent people you slaughtered ever make you feel even a little bit remorseful?"

"Let me go...let me go..."

Nagatsuka Joeji, whose mouth was full of blood, begged incoherently, "Victor, please let me go, considering that I have sent..."

"For the sake of you and your companions, you slaughtered so many of my compatriots?"

Wei Ran asked coldly in Japanese, "For the sake of the Singapore Massacre, the Manila Massacre, the Yangon Massacre, the Nauru Massacre, the Bataan Death March, and the Sandakan Death March?

Or because you invaded China, carried out the Jinling Massacre, used poison gas, conducted human experiments, raped and plundered, or because you carried out 154 massacres of more than a thousand people in China since the Sino-Japanese War of 1884-1894.

?”

Almost at the same time that Wei Ran finished speaking, Hugo had already raised the samurai sword and pressed one of Nagatsuka Joeji's hands, like a grasshopper, amidst the screams, one after another.

Cut off all of Nagatsuka Joeji's fingers.

Every time he cut off a finger, Wei Ran would take a photo of Nagatsuka Joeji, dutifully recording the pain he suffered and the painful expression on his face.

"I learned this from your photo album. You once cut off a soldier's finger like this. Do you still remember it?"

Hugo asked indifferently, "Let me help you recall. That soldier, like me, is a motorcycle courier. He comes from the 27th Australian Infantry Brigade. He is a red-haired young man with a beer bottle cap size on the back of his hand.

A mole on.”

Still waiting for Wei Ran to finish his translation, Hugo continued, "Let me introduce him, his name is Alan, from Darwin Port. That's probably how you cut off all his fingers, right? In a close-up, you

You also shaved off the skin on the back of his hands, didn’t you?”

"Someone will avenge me, someone will find you!" Nagatsuka Joji screamed miserably and cursed, "Your whole family will die! You don't even have a chance to survive!"

Before it finished speaking, Hugo had already used the katana in his hand to roughly cut off the back of Nagatsuka Joeji's hand, making him scream again. Wei Ran on the side also pressed the shutter again.

"That's what Allen called you at that time, right?" Before Hugo finished speaking, he chopped off half of Nagatsuka Joeji's palm with another knife. "Answer me, did he ask for mercy like you?"

"Yes, yes!" Nagatsuka Joji, who had looked ruthless just now, wailed in response, begging and struggling with tears in his eyes.

"What about when you cut off another soldier's arm?"

After Hugo finished speaking, without waiting for Wei Ran's translation, he stood up and chopped off Nagatsuka Joeji's incomplete left forearm with one knife.

Thanks to the straps that had been tied up in advance, there was not much blood after the stabbing, but the pain caused to Nagatsuka Choji was not alleviated.

"Look what good things I brought you"

Hugo, with red eyes, said as he took out a salt shaker from the restaurant from his bag, grabbed a handful of edible salt water and rubbed it vigorously on the wound, causing Nagatsuka Joeji to wail even more wantonly.

After a slight pause, he walked to the other side of Nagatsuka who was struggling and squirming. Just like before, he first chopped off half of his hand, then chopped off his arm, and sprinkled a large amount of salt on it.

While he was busy, Wei Ran was not only busy taking pictures and recording, but also kindly temporarily untied the belt above Nagatsuka Joeji's knees to prevent him from losing the most precious pain due to numbness due to blocked blood supply.

Amidst the rounds of screams, Valoro took a few steps back silently, relit his pipe in the darkness of the deck and smoked silently. Young Karan also lay on the guardrail and vomited uncontrollably.

, that face with bruises was also full of panic.
To be continued...