Chapter 77 077 Interrogation Room

With subtle expressions, Verne and Romain Rolland entered the room and looked around. Almost simultaneously, they turned to look at Defoe, who was standing behind them, seemingly puzzled.

Defoe, feeling a little uneasy under their gazes, said, "What's with those expressions on your faces? They're creepy."

"It's okay, it's okay."

After speaking, Romain Rolland magically produced a rag and carefully cleaned the table and chairs in the center of the room.

Verne swiftly took the box from Defoe and unhesitatingly dumped its contents onto the table.

Seeing Verne's actions, Romain Rolland, who had almost finished cleaning the chair, casually picked up a bottle of lubricant from the table and started fiddling with the handcuffs and leg irons that were almost rusted.

Verne, on the other hand, picked up a pair of pliers from the table, tossed them around, and then nodded in satisfaction, casually tossing a dagger to Defoe behind him.

After instinctively catching what was being thrown at him, Defoe was speechless: "You guys are really sure this will scare people?"

"I'm not saying this to be mean, but shouldn't playing the bad cop involve using some exaggerated tactics?"

“Bringing something exaggerated would make it seem fake.” Verne pulled another fire axe from the box, weighed it in his hand, and casually tossed it into the corner with a loud thud. Then he waved the metal baseball bat he was holding in his other hand at Defoe. “These things are all for setting the mood. The dagger in your hand is the real focus.”

Looking down at the shabby little dagger in his hand, which seemed too heavy to even stab, and then at the pile of deadly weapons in Verne's hand, Defoe thought: "..." Are you sure you didn't get it backwards?

Not quite understanding what Verne and Romain Rolland were thinking, Defoe stopped talking and began to look around.

After looking around, Defoe noticed more than one sign of oxidation and discoloration on the iron walls and couldn't help but pat Verne on the shoulder.

"I say, Verne, has this interrogation room ever been used since the Nautilus was built?"

"Hmm..." Verne placed a dagger on the table, pondered for a few seconds, "It seems there really isn't one?"

Defoe: "So why was this place designed in the first place? Given this usage rate, I think it would be more cost-effective to temporarily clear out a warehouse."

"To be honest, I don't know. Apart from the main framework, which I was responsible for, the rest of the Nautilus's structure was designed by several people. I don't know why they would add an interrogation room to an exploration submarine."

As he spoke, Verne seemed to have thought of something and chuckled.

"It's as if I've never seen the military design drawings; a large part of the Nautilus's design must have been taken over by the military."

“You’ve said it several times already, I remember it very clearly.” Defoe said with a deadpan expression, “I’ve wanted to ask this for a long time—if it’s for military use, it’s impossible that it doesn’t have a missile ejection port, right? Verne, you’ve complained countless times that the Nautilus’s only attack method is the ram.”

Verne shrugged. "Yes, that's why I've said it several times: they're stingy and short-sighted."

Defoe: "Huh?"

So this doesn't explain anything at all?

Perhaps because Defoe's confusion was too obvious, and Verne seemed to have no intention of explaining further, Romain Rolland, who had already lubricated all the handcuffs and shackles, explained it to Defoe.

"The reason why it was not armed is simple: the Nautilus, with its speed and carrying capacity beyond common sense, would be more effective for troop transport or reconnaissance than for missile strikes."

Romain Rolland dusted himself off and sat down in the interrogation chair he had just cleaned.

"At the time, the Joint Research Institute probably didn't know that the Nautilus could fly, which is why they had this idea—don't you think the Nautilus's internal space is excessively large for an aircraft carrier?"

Defoe recalled for a moment: "Um... I noticed it, but I never thought of it in that direction..."

He thought it was simply a matter of not wasting resources, since Jules Verne's "Deep Sea Wanderer" had such a large control range, so why not make use of it?

Romain Rolland: "..." Jules Verne: "..." Jules Verne & Romain Rolland: We're starting to envy this simple thought process.

Although Defoe was a vivid imagination when he was hungry, his vigilance dropped dramatically once he was full.

Here we must mention that Daniel Defoe, as a non-criminal, who was able to stay safely in the UN, a wanted criminal organization... could not possibly be a normal person.

If Defoe were thrown into the wilderness, destitute and struggling to find food, his manual dexterity and survival skills would be so strong that they would overwhelm any potential survivors. He would be even more Schwarzenegger-like than Schwarzenegger himself, as terrifying as a blocky man chopping down trees with his bare hands.

However, if he had no worries about food and clothing and nothing to worry about, Defoe would easily degenerate into a large, useless ball of fur, exuding a carefree and adorable aura.

In Christie's words, Defoe's gray matter was directly proportional to his level of fasting.

Having witnessed firsthand the horrors of wilderness survival, Verne found it hard to understand how the once-fierce man, who could solve their food problem during their drifting with just a box of paperclips and a ball of wire, had degenerated to the point where he could cut his hand while peeling an apple.

The reason Defoe, an ordinary man who could live a carefree life as long as he was well-fed until the end of the world, stayed with the UN was actually because he became attached to Jules Verne's submarine.

Heaven knows how excited Defoe was after hearing Verne's description of the Nautilus, who could easily be transported to various oceans for a great adventure. He basically decided on the spot that he would stay on the Nautilus even if he had to work for nothing for the rest of his life.

After marveling at Defoe's overly naive thought process after eating his fill, Romain Rolland's hands were not idle either. He quickly cuffed his own two ankles and then casually handcuffed his left hand as well.

Jules Verne approached, carrying a cloth bag. "Just to double-check, the code is 'True heroism,' right?"

Romain Rolland nodded and gave Verne an OK sign.

Verne nodded in agreement, and then, with swift movements, he placed the cloth bag over Romain Rolland's head.