When the white light dissipated, Wei Ran found that he was wearing the uniform of a lieutenant of the British North African Army in World War II. What was even more exaggerated was that in addition to a steaming cup of black tea in his hand, there was a small note in the other hand.
, with a line of writing written in blue pen:
Secondary return mission: Assist Major Luke in completing the interrogation without revealing known clues.
Secondary return mission? Wei Ran watched helplessly as the image of himself on the note in his hand faded and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then he raised his head and looked around.
This is obviously a torture room. The only window is only as big as two pieces of A4 paper. From time to time, yellow sand blown by the wind floats in through the window, reflecting the sunlight in the room.
Charming light.
Next to Wei Ran, behind a wooden table that happened to be illuminated by the sun, sat a man who was also holding black tea. In his other hand, he also held a thick cigar.
On the table covered with a thin layer of sand, in addition to a document, there are also an exquisite teapot and a plate of fruit, as well as a pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes from the United States and a box of matches.
On the other side of the table, in a separate wooden box, there were still things that had been seized from Felix - an MP40 submachine gun issued by the German army, a pocket watch compass, one was broken and the other was broken.
A telescope with a telescopic tube, as well as a book of documents belonging to Rouse Berger and a photograph with the upper right corner burned.
After a moment of waiting, Felix, who was only wearing a pair of British tropical uniform shorts and shackled around his ankles, was brought into the interrogation room by two soldiers and tied tightly to a chair.
"Victor, translate, he only has one chance to say something interesting to me so that he can survive, otherwise I will bury him in the hot sand until he is roasted into a mummy."
After the British soldier sitting behind the table finished speaking, he took a long sip from his thick cigar.
Looking at the note without any writing in his hand again, Wei Ran put it into his pocket and put the tea cup in his hand on the table. Then he translated the British soldier's words into German intact.
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"Can I get a cup of tea?"
Felix, who was obviously not in a good condition, asked weakly, "If you can, give me another cigarette."
"no problem"
Wei Ran happily picked up the teacup and walked up to Felix, put it in his hand, turned around and picked up the pack of cigarettes, took one out, lit it, and stuffed it into his mouth.
After taking a few puffs of the cigarette, Felix took a sip of black tea with a satisfied look on his face, and then said with gratitude, "I am Rous, a Belgian oil explorer who was forcibly brought to this desert by the Germans."
·Berger, thank you for saving me. No matter what you want to know, I will answer you without reservation."
"You're still so good at deceiving..." Wei Ran cursed secretly, and then translated the other party's words to the major who was suspected to be named Luke.
"Victor, your American accent sounds really funny."
After Major Luke mocked, he raised his hand and took out all the items in the box and placed them on the table. He pointed at the submachine gun and asked noncommittally, "Tell me where these things came from."
After listening to Wei Ran's translation, Felix, or this "Mr. Rouse from Belgium" immediately replied, "Those people in the photo and I were working in Tripoli, and the war hadn't started yet.
Then the damn Germans came, they captured me and my colleagues and sent us to Sirte.
You must know Sirte, right? It’s in Libya, a small city next to the Mediterranean Sea. I had been there several times before the war started.”
"I know the location of Sirte," Major Luke urged after listening to Wei Ran's translation, "get to the point."
"About half a month ago, we were put on a plane, but about three hours after takeoff, the plane had to make an emergency landing due to a malfunction."
When he said this, Felix's face was already full of fear and happiness, and even the cup of black tea Wei Ran handed him just now spilled a lot because of his trembling.
After listening to Wei Ran's expressionless translation, Major Luke refilled his cup with black tea, "This is a good story, let him continue."
"Keep talking," Wei Ran said expressionlessly in German. He wanted to see what new stories Felix, who was full of bullshit, could come up with.
"After the plane made an emergency landing, only myself and a Jew named Leon survived among the prisoners of war. Leon took advantage of the chaos and grabbed a submachine gun, the one on the table, and he killed the other German soldiers who were responsible for escorting us.
Only one pilot named Morris was left.
Oh, by the way, the pilot said that he was in charge of the navigation and he knew which direction to go in order to leave the desert alive. It was precisely because of this that Mr. Leon allowed him to survive."
"And where are the Jew named Leon and the German navigator?" Major Luke was already pretending to be listening to the story at this moment.
"They're dead, they're all dead."
The look of fear on Felix's face became more intense, and he took a few puffs of cigarette before continuing to weave lies, "We encountered a terrifying sandstorm, which almost buried the three of us in the sand. Leon
Unfortunately, my husband was hit on the head by a rock, and even his submachine gun was snatched away by that damn German pilot. He killed Leon, and I became a prisoner of the Germans again."
"Continue" Wei Ran urged expressionlessly.
"Can...can you give me another cigarette?" Felix asked tentatively.
Taking the cigarette from Wei Ran, Felix lit the cigarette butt in his hand before continuing, "After only me and the German pilot were left, things became simpler.
While on the road at night, I picked up a small sharp stone, cut the rope on his hand while he was sleeping, took away the submachine gun and killed him.
You must already know what happened next. I was captured by the primitive people in the desert, and I was stripped naked and sold to you as goods. But even so, I am still very grateful to you for giving me a chance to survive."
Hearing this, Major Luke, who had been listening to Weiran's interpreter, burst out laughing first, and then said with a sullen face, "Victor, tell him that if you finish telling the dry story, tell him something."
I don’t have much patience for useful content. Also, if you continue to provide him with anything without my consent, I will bury you in the sand!”
Hearing this, Wei Ran curled his lips and completed the translation work expressionlessly.
"If I offer something of value, can you agree to a condition?" Felix asked pleadingly.
"What conditions?"
"Can you return the telescope and the burned photo to me?"
Felix begged, "That telescope is the only relic left to me by my father, and it is also my only personal property. Even those damn Germans didn't take it away, so I can give it back."
Give it to me? It's broken and you can no longer use it, but to me, it is really more important than life."
This old boy can do it...
Wei Ran was secretly stunned. He had studied torture and counter-torture with Gorman, so he naturally knew that Felix was using that telescope to create a persona, a persona of a Belgian prisoner of war captured by the Germans!
At the same time, he is also creating a weakness for himself, a weakness that the torturer thinks he can seize and threaten!
Sure enough, after listening to Wei Ran's translation, Major Luke picked up the broken telescope, and Felix's eyes immediately started to move with the telescope.
"Of course the telescope can be returned to him, but we have to see what interesting information he can provide."
With a "clang", Major Luke dropped the telescope in his hand on the table, and the expression on Felix's face also trembled.
After Wei Ran finished translating, Felix immediately said, "I just said that we were taken to Sirte by the Germans before. I have been to that place several times before, so I am very familiar with it."
"Say it all at once," Wei Ran urged, playing with the pocket watch compass on the table.
"The plane we took at that time took off in the desert less than two hours away from Sirte."
Felix seemed to have mustered up all his courage and said with great anxiety, "I know the exact location of the secret airport."
"Secret airport?" Major Luke finally became interested, "How can you guarantee that what you say is true?"
"I can't guarantee it"
Felix spread his hands, "We were all in the truck at the time, and I saw the shadow of the sand dunes outside through the gap in the truck before I determined the direction we were going. Gentlemen, I am a prospector, and it is mine to determine the direction.
Work is not difficult for me. Although I am not sure how fast the car was traveling at that time, I think the airport must be less than 100 kilometers away from Sirte.
And after arriving there, I saw a lot of planes parked at the airport. Some were big, some were small, and there were soldiers attaching cannonballs to the planes."
"Tell Mr. Rouse that he has provided a very valuable clue."
Major Luke stood up as he spoke, personally picked up the telescope on the table and handed it to Felix, "He can keep his father's belongings and the photo. In addition, he will be sent to the Cairo Prisoner of War Prison, and I
He will greet the people in the prison well, no one will confiscate his things, and will even provide him with good enough care. If he thinks he can trust me, tell him the location of the airport."
After listening to Wei Ran's translation, Felix, who just held the telescope in his arms, hesitated for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, "The airport is in the desert directly south of Sirte.
There are black mountains.”
"Arrange for someone to send him and his personal belongings to Cairo."
Before Major Luke finished speaking, he stood up and quickly left the torture room. At the same time, Wei Ran's vision was once again replaced by a strong white light.
