Jiang Cheng walked into the interrogation room and clumsily pulled out a chair.
With a creak, she halted abruptly like a startled bird, her face turning crimson with embarrassment.
"Sorry."
She immediately apologized, lowering her head even more, her neck visibly reddened.
Finally seated, Jiang Cheng tried to calm herself as she took out paper and pen from her backpack, pretending to be calm as she said, "It’s my first time translating."
The series of actions puzzled the interrogator, but he didn’t show it.
After all, the person opposite was from Little R’s side, and they couldn’t lose face in front of them.
The person from Little R snorted disdainfully and spoke in their language.
After the Little R person finished speaking, the interrogator beside reminded, "Translate!"
"Ah? Okay, okay!"
Jiang Cheng seemed to finally react, holding a pen in her right hand and trying hard to get started.
The pen tip hovered several times, then she looked up awkwardly.
"Um, could you say that again? I forgot!"
The Little R person was speechless.
Fortunately, it was said in the R language, which he understood.
The Little R person was delaying time by requesting a translation, so he didn’t mind saying it again.
The gurgling Little R language sounded again, and Jiang Cheng immediately recorded it.
The interrogator glanced at it and seriously doubted Jiang Cheng was scribbling nonsense.
These unintelligible squiggles, he couldn’t recognize a single character.
While the interrogator was skeptical, Jiang Cheng stopped writing and said, "He said my R language is very amateurish, not fluent, unpleasant, and inauthentic."
"That’s it?"
"Uh..."
Jiang Cheng muttered dumbly, while the interrogator remained calm.
He wasn’t sure what was going on with the translator in front of him, but he knew they were on the same side, and their leader wouldn’t let anyone mess around.
So the interrogator spoke again.
"Tell him, resisting will be dealt with harshly, while confessing will be treated leniently. We’ve laid a trap for them, and they can’t escape. Only cooperation can give him a chance of survival."
Jiang Cheng nodded and began translating.
After hearing this, the Little R person began responding extravagantly.
Jiang Cheng kept writing and drawing, the sound of the pen writing was particularly clear.
Taking notes, translating, R to Chinese, Chinese to R.
Ten minutes passed just like that.
Jiang Cheng translated once more.
She spoke flatly and emotionlessly, her accent awkward.
After a long speech, she lowered her head to check her notes, then asked again: "Are you taking the water route or the land route?"
The sudden question startled the Little R person.
After the shock, he pointed at Jiang Cheng and laughed loudly.
"You ignorant Hua Xia person, how could you think I would fall into such a simple trap! It’s really too clumsy."
Jiang Cheng remained expressionless, lightly responding with an "oh," and continued translating.
The interrogator beside her sensed something was happening and also noticed the translator was lowering the opponent’s guard.
They had used such interrogation techniques before, but the Little R person had been specially trained for many years, so it might not work on him.
The interrogation continued, back and forth, for a few more minutes.
Jiang Cheng once again surprised with a question.
"Are you in the south or the north?"
The Little R person naturally didn’t get caught, mocking once more, stating that no matter how many times Jiang Cheng tried, he wouldn’t be fooled.
Jiang Cheng nonchalantly responded with an "oh," and continued her honest translation.
However, the time between Jiang Cheng’s questions in the subsequent translations became increasingly shorter.
"Thirty people or fifty people?"
"Moved or not moved?"
"Guns or knives and sticks?"
...
Questions came faster and faster, catching the Little R person off guard.

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