CHAPTER 2033: CHAPTER 1856: FEELS LIKE YOU’RE INSULTING US

Twenty minutes later.

Getting off.

"Did we... take the wrong path?"

The investigation team members were taken aback, the team leader looked at the embassy staff picking him up, puzzled, when had we ever stayed at a place like this wine... no, this shouldn’t be called a hotel.

Inn.

Yes.

It’s an inn.

Three floors.

The building is new, but there’s no escaping the fact that it’s an inn. The embassy staff chuckled bitterly, "That’s right, this is the place, we were informed in a rush, couldn’t book a hotel."

This matter.

No one’s making it difficult deliberately.

"You should know, there are patients from various countries gathered here, it’s hard to find an available room in the entire city, once it appears, it gets booked immediately, even if reserved a month in advance, it doesn’t guarantee a room."

"We did our best."

After hearing.

The investigation team had no choice but to accept.

Otherwise,

What else could they do?

"Alright."

Carrying luggage, entering, registering, upon pushing the room door, they found the inn’s environment quite good, the interior was not much different from a hotel, just the room sizes were generally small.

"Are all inns around here like this?"

The team leader was curious.

"Yes."

The embassy staff nodded.

"This must be the New City, after Ling came to power, an order was issued for non-standard operating accommodation environments to either overhaul completely or redecorate, to enhance service quality."

"This is fairly average."

At this moment.

The investigation team members were somewhat surprised, indeed, they were used to staying in luxury hotels during business trips, but they had seen small inns in Europe too.

However.

The situation wasn’t great, resulting in earlier amazement. Who knew the standards of their small inns could rival ordinary hotels in Europe, suddenly, a faint sense of disappointment arose in everyone’s hearts.

Previously a bit condescending.

Now.

They themselves had become country bumpkins.

At this point.

The embassy staff added insult to injury again: "I think Sweden and European countries should learn, those motels and small inns completely don’t match the status of developed countries."

"Chaotic."

"Still small."

"Poor sanitation."

"Could be considered good decades ago, but now, increasingly unable to keep up with the times, last month I went back, went out with family, every aspect troubled me."

"..."

Beside.

The investigation team’s lips twitched.

Brother.

You, as embassy staff, should maintain Sweden’s image, but ultimately didn’t voice it, afraid of comparison, if standards were like you said, they’d complain too.

"How did all this change, where did the money come from?"

Suddenly.

An investigation team member asked.

Labor exhausting resources.

This term popped up in everyone’s mind, but the next moment, embassy staff: "Government subsidies, with improved rooms, prices naturally increased, those who come aren’t short of money, everyone’s quite willing."

"..."

Alright.

This sting couldn’t be pursued.

However.

The colleague’s mumbling hadn’t ended.

"But."

"I estimate, in my lifetime, won’t see Sweden implement this kind of policy, taxpayers’ money for such subsidies absolutely wouldn’t pass, and easily end up in court."

"A pity."

"Democracy has brought freedom, and a lot of..."

"..."

The investigation team was stunned.

Hey.

Brother.

Can you pay attention to your identity, you can praise them, but don’t overly smear our own country, not just smearing, you still question current Swedish democracy.

Not possible.

Response.

Definitely have to respond to the Foreign Affairs side, is such a person suitable for this role? How did he pass the selection, having such a teammate around, their mindset couldn’t hold up anymore.

"Thanks."

"See you tomorrow."

The team leader quickly interrupted his words.

"Oh."

The person realized, might be transferred back home. After sending off this ’colleague’, the investigation team each found their rooms, the team leader personally reported to Sweden, upon hearing no rush for approval, didn’t urge either.

After all.

They indeed were off duty.

...

Next day.

Morning.

The investigation team finally met the three scientists in the Security department building of Burma, Reception Room, they wanted separate questioning, directly refused by the Burmese side, stating: The three were not criminals.

Regarding this.

The investigation team couldn’t do anything, it was their territory, whatever they said goes.

"First question, please describe the scene that night."

The team leader asked.

"That day, taken to the Guest House by your people, returned to the room, just about to rest, thought it’d be safe, who knew, shortly after, a group stormed in, kidnapped me."

"At that time."

"Very scared, first reaction, was your Swedish authorities planning to abduct me, was very angry, very furious, we trusted Swedish police with safety, end result being a trap."

"I once thought, what a shameless country this must be, how dark this country must be, how lawless it must be, police became accomplices of villains, downright shocking."

"Bandits."

"Bottomless."

"Shameful."

"Should be despised by the world."

"Of course."

"Later realized, wrongly accused you, it wasn’t related to Sweden, those villains were too powerful, meticulously planned, you were caught off guard by them."

"..."

The team leader’s mouth twitched wildly.

Brother.

Buddy.

Genius.

Please just state the facts, refrain from describing emotional activities, and moreover, it sounds odd, somehow feels like you’re insulting us. With reports like these, my subordinate’s hands tremble while writing.

"We were drugged unconscious."

"Woke up."

"Already on a cargo ship, judging by time, it was three days later, not sure where, just knew it kept voyaging, we were confined to a crew resting room."

"Had food."

"Had drinks."

"Even allowed outings daily for fresh air, no threats, no interrogation, during the journey, stopped at an uninhabited island for a few days, ventured into the hills and sea, caught quite a bit of seafood."

"..."

The more listened.

The more it felt wrong, this wasn’t a kidnapping recollection, seemed more like a vacation, blue sea, blue sky, islands, barbecue, swimming, playing ball, watching TV... Damn it, why am I so pissed?

"..."

"That’s it, then we returned."

Ten minutes.

Narration complete.

"Second question, did you hear any of their names?"

"No."

"Third question, what was the ship’s name?"

"Don’t know."

"Generally, it should be painted on the side."

"Didn’t see."

"Think carefully, any other distinctive features?"

"Very big."

"..."

Damn.

What the hell, very big, seriously, could your description be more professional, at least give a Nobel Prize winner vibe, feels like you’re muttering grievances, could you be more serious?

"Fourth question, did you consider escaping during the process?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"On the ocean, you try escaping?"

"..."