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He stood up and placed both hands on the edge of his desk. With an anxious expression, he said, "It's been two days. We can't let him drag this on any further. Don't tell me the torture department doesn't have any other methods?"

"It's going to be difficult to break through for now. If he can't even keep up with it, then he'll be crippled. Then, he won't have any value at all." Wei Liangbi was also at a loss of what to do. He had participated in this case course of action as well, and several people had died in the squad. If there really were any major flaws, then the course of action would also have a share of the credit.

He saw that Ning Zhiheng's face was filled with anxiety, so he spread out his hands and comforted, "Don't worry. Actually, our mission has already been completed, and the rest is the matters of the Intelligence and Torture Sections. Once they break through, they will inform us.

Ning Zhiheng was shocked by Wei Liangbi's words. He knew that Japanese spies were rampant, but he did not expect it to be this serious.

Many of the inquiries he had made in his previous life had not been recorded in detail, even if the information he had read through in the archives was only a small part of it.

In one case, the military maps drawn by China during the Republic of China were not as accurate as those drawn by the Japanese.

Even during the War of Resistance against Japan and the War of Liberation, many Chinese armies used maps drawn by the Japanese.

It was evident that the Japanese at that time had a thorough understanding of China that even the Chinese themselves could not match. Simply speaking, this "tourist map" could be directly used to make a military map. If thousands of people hadn't traveled all over the country, it would have been absolutely impossible to draw such a detailed and terrifying "tourist map".

This involves the city defense, topography and so on all over the country, needs large-scale human and material resources to carry out systematic surveying and mapping.

This was precisely the most frightening aspect of Japan. In order to invade a country, one could endure for dozens of years or even dozens of years.

It was no wonder that the Japanese army had been so aggressive in the early days of the war. It was not only because of the disparity in military strength, but also because they had made sufficient preparations for the war and had gained a great advantage in intelligence battles.

While they were talking. The phone rang. Wei Liangbi picked up the phone. An anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, and his expression became more and more unsightly. In the end, he just cursed at the trash and furiously hung up the phone.

After putting down the phone, veins on his forehead were popping out as he angrily said to Ning Zhiheng, "That group of trash from the Torture Chamber, their eyes were red with anxiety. Then he remembered that we had come. He wanted us and the intelligence department to go take a look. This is f * cking throwing the mess to us, the thing with no good intentions! "

When Ning Zhiheng heard that things were going to be difficult, this clue of his was completely cut off. After more than a month of surveillance by the Intelligence Unit, the Operations Division had sacrificed so many members. Currently, all the efforts made in the early stages had been in vain. It was obvious that the Discipline Department knew that time was not on everyone's side. They had been forced into a corner by the higher-ups and had taken too heavy of a blow.

"What do we do now?" Ning Zhiheng asked hesitantly.

Wei Liangbi's face was filled with indignation and helplessness. "We were the ones who handled this case, and we just couldn't shake it off. It's only reasonable that they wanted us to do the final act. We can only go take a look, and do our best to listen to the heavens' will! "

Ning Zhiheng also requested to go with them. He was truly unwilling. After expending so much effort, it was all for naught in the end. He wanted to personally see if there was any hope in this Fu Cheng taking out some information from his mouth. Perhaps a miracle might happen?

The two of them hurriedly left. The interrogation room was right beside them. Not far away from them, there was an unremarkable three story office building.

The third floor was the office space. The third floor was the prison where important prisoners were held and interrogated. Thus, the security was tight and the security was tight. Even Wei Liang and Ning Zhiheng needed to possess a certificate in order to enter.

Soon, they were led into a basement. The basement was dank and gloomy, and there were torture instruments on the walls and on the tool tables. One could even see traces of black blood seeping into the ground. Sitting on the electric chair in the middle was a prisoner who was badly mutilated.

Huang Lianguang, from the Intelligence Unit, was shaking the prisoner's collar in a flustered manner. Seeing Wei Liangbi's arrival, he released his hand in frustration and shook his head at him.

Seeing this scene, Wei Liangbi knew that he was powerless to reverse the situation. He was too lazy to go up and check. He said dispiritedly, "Write your reports and report back."

By now, the members of the torture department had long since fled far away. If this matter was ruined, they would be too busy to take care of themselves.

Only Ning Zhiheng was unwilling to give up. He took a few steps forward to stand before Fu Cheng. The aura of Fu Cheng before his eyes was weak. His lifeless, lifeless eyes had already dissipated, his life force on the verge of being extinguished. If one did not look carefully, one would be a dead man.

Ning Zhiheng sighed internally, also having completely lost all hope as he reached out and slowly closed Fu Cheng's eyes.

However, at this very moment, as Ning Zhiheng's hand was pressing down on Fu Cheng's forehead, his thoughts were instantly pulled into the space of consciousness like a bolt of lightning by an invisible force.

This feeling was exactly the same as when he had transmigrated in his previous life. It was not under his control at all.

Ning Zhiheng was still standing under the Bodhi tree, calmly reciting scriptures echoing in the mist-like space.

At this moment, a weak ball of light appeared in front of Ning Zhiheng. Ning Zhiheng stretched out his hand, wanting to take it.

The moment his fingers touched the light ball, the light ball instantly collapsed and scattered, turning into countless images that quickly flashed in front of Ning Zhiheng like a slide show. This was actually a person's short time memory.

In that moment, the image of the light ran back to the important moment of his life.

Ning Zhiheng was like a spectator, spying on the scene in front of him.

In the scene, the youth Fu Cheng was in a school, seriously listening to the teacher's lecture on stage.

The young Fu Cheng was wearing a Japanese military uniform. The scene of standing in the training field and swearing loudly.

The young Fu Cheng was wearing a kimono as he held a photo of himself getting married to a lady dressed in a luxurious attire.

Then he walked quickly down a street, wearing a Chinese gown. Then, his gaze quickly swept across the windows of a two story house on the street. A pot of fresh flowers on the windowsill was imprinted into his mind with exceptional clarity.

Finally, Ning Zhiheng's figure appeared. Ning Zhiheng was shooting towards him with a gun in hand.

These few short images flashed by at an extremely fast speed. Then, it turned into a small and weak starlight that flew towards the Bodhi tree and quickly fused into it.

Ning Zhiheng's mind quickly retreated back to its original point.

Ning Zhiheng came back to his senses and his mind returned to normal.

This sudden development of events stunned Ning Zhiheng. It seemed like the Bodhi tree had done something inconceivable. It had actually managed to collect Fu Cheng's memories. No, it should have been called the short memories of Liu Tian's brain before he had died.

Although it was difficult to explain the mysteries of the Bodhi tree, Ning Zhiheng was already mentally prepared for it. From the moment he had obtained the Bodhi tree, he had been constantly excavating for its mysterious power.

Until now, he had known that the leaves of the Bodhi tree could improve and enhance his physique.

They could even predict danger in times of crisis. Now, another important discovery had been made. Through it, Ning Zhiheng was actually able to peek into the fleeting images of another person. Get personal information that other people are extremely secretive about. This was an extremely overpowered cheat!

He had once read a book in his previous life, and when a person was on the verge of death, the memories of their past life would flash past his mind.

The light and shadow passed through his thoughts, projecting a shocking moment in time. It was obvious that the existence could manifest a person's entire life. It could only be described as a 'memory', but it was very different from normal memories. It was extremely fast, flashing by in a chronological order. All the memories came together in an instant, and in a glance of the mind, it was all over in the blink of an eye.

It was so fast that it could not cover up the memories of those wonderful moments in life, forming visual images one after another, incredibly vivid and real. While watching them, Ning Zhiheng could even experience the emotions and feelings that accompanied them.

Ning Zhiheng slowly withdrew his hand from Liu Tian's forehead. Even though he had experienced many memories, in reality, it was only a moment of thought. This period of time was almost negligible. It was just a thought that others would not be able to notice.

The rest of the work was done according to the procedures. Wei Liangbi and Ning Zhiheng hurried back to the operations department, while Wei Liangbi went back to his office to have a headache over his report.

Lin Zhiheng, on the other hand, had a different idea. The first three of the five snippets that have been spied on in the mind of Lucky Liutian are clearly the memories of his growing up and studying in Japan and joining the army. The fifth fragment was the one he had been shot at when he was arrested.

The only thing of value was the fourth fragment. In this passage, Lucky Tree Liu Tian scurried along a street. What he remembered the most was seeing a pot of flowers on the windowsill of a two-story house on the side of the street.