Chapter 18: Interrogation! 1000-7 equals what?Upon hearing this number, Naruto's eyes lit up, but he immediately looked at Uchiha Itachi and asked:"Then how will this be divided?"Seeing this, Uchiha Itachi spoke indifferently. The distribution of the reward for this mission was indeed a bit special. Matsumoto joined halfway through, and it was also because of your suggestion that he participated.As for these five million ryo... I and Izuyuki and the others do not intend to take it."We are all core members of the Uchiha Clan, and we are not short of this bit of money."Uchiha Itachi said in a calm tone."Asking you for it before was just because I had my own things to do and didn't want to reach out to the clan.""So, these five million..."As soon as the words fell, a series of crisp notification sounds suddenly rang in Naruto's mind.[Detected that the host has obtained five million ryo, do you want to convert it all into 500,000 system coins?]This sudden option made Naruto freeze on the spot, and he subconsciously muttered in his heart:"Can't you exempt me one more time..."The only response to him was a cold and mechanical "Yes" or "No".Naruto pursed his lips and replied silently in his heart: "Do not convert yet."In front of him, Uchiha Itachi looked at his slightly distracted appearance and continued:"I have already informed the Sandaime Hokageabout this money. It will still be kept by him for you, just like last time.""At your current age, it is inappropriate to suddenly hold such a large sum of money."Uchiha Itachi paused and looked at him with calm eyes:"Rest assured, Hokage-sama will not touch your money; he is just keeping it for you temporarily. When you grow up a bit more, or when the time is right, he will give it to you."Naruto did not show any unwillingness, just nodded gently.Meanwhile, on the side of the Konoha interrogation room...The interrogation room exclusive to the KonohaAnbu is always filled with a lingering sense of oppression.The four walls are rocks sealed with special seals, isolating all sound and Chakra fluctuations.Only a dim pendant lamp hung from the ceiling, casting a pale light onto the chair in the center, illuminating Matsumoto's face, which was covered in cold sweat and fear.Morino Ibiki walked slowly into the room. The crisscrossing scars on his face looked exceptionally ferocious under the light.That pair of eyes, as sharp as a hawk's, merely falling on Matsumoto caused the man, who was already terrified, to tremble violently.Ibiki did not speak immediately; he just pulled over a chair, sat down in front of Matsumoto, and tapped his fingertips lightly on the table.The monotonous and dull sound was amplified infinitely in the dead-silent interrogation room, and every tap felt like it was hitting Matsumoto's heart.He could clearly feel the pressure emanating from the other party.It was a chill settled from experiencing countless life-and-death situations and witnessing countless crimes, making it difficult for him to even breathe."Matsumoto Kishi?" Ibiki finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a coldness that pierced the soul."How long have you been involved in human trafficking? How many children have you handled?"Matsumoto shuddered violently, biting his lip hard, and shook his head desperately:"I, I didn't! I was just passing by, I don't know anything!"A cold arc curled at the corner of Ibiki's mouth. There was no anger, no reprimand, he just stood up slowly and walked to Matsumoto's side.He did not use any violence, but in an extremely low voice, he recounted the encounters of those human trafficking victims:"The children abducted were as young as three months old...""Some children were sold to villains in remote villages...""Some were sold for underground black market organ trafficking..."These words were like cold needles, stabbing into Matsumoto's heart one by one.He had chosen to ignore everything for the sake of money, but at this moment, it was bluntly exposed by Ibiki.Those cruel images he had deliberately forgotten rushed into his mind instantly.He thought of the terrified eyes of those children, thought of their desperate cries. The fear and guilt in the bottom of his heart intertwined, making him break out in cold sweat, his face as pale as paper."I didn't! I really was just helping to find sources, I didn't hurt them!"Matsumoto roared, his voice full of panic and hysteria."Sources? In your eyes, these children are just goods!" Ibiki's voice was full of anger.His eyes turned cold, no longer showing mercy."Summoning: Torture Chamber!"For a moment, formless Chakra entangled Matsumoto's nerves, and dense chains wound in from all directions."Have you heard of something?"Ibiki suddenly spoke, his voice as light as a whisper."Very small, long and thin, segmented, likes dark, damp, quiet places."Matsumoto's pupils constricted violently.Ibiki did not continue, just raised his hand and pointed lightly into the void.The next moment, from the shadows in the corner of the room, came an extremely subtle, extremely rhythmic crawling sound.It was not footsteps, not the sound of wind, but a sound that made one's scalp tingle—the sound of many feet rubbing against the ground.Very slow.Very steady.Bit by bit, approaching from the darkness.Matsumoto went stiff all over, his blood seemingly frozen instantly.He could not turn his head, nor did he dare to look at the source of the sound, but his ears uncontrollably captured every movement.Ibiki maintained his calm expression, just lifted his eyes slightly to look at Matsumoto's stiff profile:"They are not afraid of pain, not afraid of the dark. The only thing they are good at is burrowing in, just keep burrowing inside.""Making a person clearly know that it is moving, that it is approaching, yet having no way to stop it."Matsumoto could feel that something was not far behind him, quietly lurking, waiting for a signal.He could even imagine that long, thin, multi-legged, writhing form.Just the thought flashing through his mind made him tremble violently, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.Ibiki took a step forward.Just one step.That subtle crawling sound moved slightly again.It was during this moment of hesitation that the heart-stopping sound behind him no longer hid, and it quickly climbed up along his clothes and spine.When Matsumoto stiffly turned his head, his soul was almost scared out of his body.A slender centipede, fully half a meter long, was coiled on his shoulder.The dense walking feet brushed lightly against his skin, bringing a wave after wave of sticky and numbing sensation.Every inch felt like tiny needles were pricking him, both itchy and terrifying, making his hair stand on end.It did not stop, its slender body arched slightly, crawling slowly toward his ear canal behind his ear.Matsumoto could even clearly feel those tiny feet approaching his earlobe bit by bit.The fear of being invaded, occupied, and completely unable to resist instantly crushed all his sanity.The dense sensation on his shoulder was like countless tiny needles pricking his nerves at the same time.He curled up on the chair, twitching wildly, his body twisting uncontrollably. Tears, snot, and cold sweat mixed together and flowed down. His whole face was twisted out of human shape; fear and disgust were about to drown him."Ahhh—!! I'll talk! I'll talk!!"His mental defense line collapsed completely at this moment. Matsumoto could no longer bear it in the slightest, screaming heart-rendingly, his whole person completely broken.
