A cool breeze blows from the Mediterranean. The rising sun shines on the minarets everywhere, making it a spectacular sight.

Standing on the towering Cairo Tower, you can see the magnificent landscape near and far, and the scenery of the whole city can be seen in full view: the endless flow of vehicles on the streets; the vaults of large and small mosques; rows of tall buildings; criss-crossed, imposing elevated highways; There is also the big river with white sails and floating like a jade belt, rippling into the sea, reluctant to give up day and night, making people can't help but swim in this ancient and modern city.

The busy streets are crowded with pedestrians, locals selling all kinds of souvenirs and food, jubilant tourists from all over the world, old people squatting on street corners wearing red felt hats, children blocking the road begging, men and women drinking coffee in open-air cafes on the streets, and the noisy streets mixed with radio music and the noise of car horns create a festive atmosphere. But being in it, the cold feeling is like walking alone in the desert.

He had been in Cairo for several days. Originally, he thought that the "ancient city of Samer" written on the note was very famous and should be easy to find, but after he arrived in Cairo, no matter how much he inquired, even went to the National Library, the Museum of Islamic Art, and the Abdeen Palace Museum to check and other places, no one knew where this "ancient city of Samer" was.

These days, Leng Bing Han has been walking aimlessly in the streets and alleys of Cairo, like a headless fly, shuttling between countless stone figures, sarcophagi, stone monuments, stone pillars, and stone houses in the ancient city of Cairo, hoping that someone will take the initiative to contact him. He believed that no matter what the other party's purpose was, since the other party had left a note for him to come to Egypt, there would be a next move. But after a few days, nothing was found.

He came to Egypt after much deliberation. Leng Binghan also knew that if he was led by the other party, he would fall into a situation of being passively beaten, and it must be dangerous and thrilling, but he had no way not to come. First of all, no matter whether the "person to be saved" is Situ Huanzhu, or this doubt that has always troubled him, there must always be an answer.

"Sir!"

Leng Binghan woke up from his contemplation, and felt that his thoughts were in a hurry, and he unconsciously avoided the crowd and walked into a secluded and dirty alley. As in many big cities, there has always been a place behind the bustle, with sewage flowing through, dilapidated houses and potholed streets. A thin, horse-faced native in his thirties stood in front of him, blocking his way and speaking to him in slightly stammering English.

"A sixteen-year-old beautiful girl, who speaks English and has a supply of marijuana smoke, can meet any of your needs and ensure your satisfaction......" The Egyptian blinked his left eye meaningfully and said with a lewd smile on his face: "She's a ** house." He also made a disgusting pinching gesture on his chest.

It turned out to be a pimp.

A group of children ran from the other end of the alley, leading one on a bicycle, while the other children chased after them noisily, coldly retreating to the side to let the children rush by. The innocent faces of the children especially the pimp who pushed the sixteen-year-old girl into prostitution made people hate it.

"Sir!" Seeing the cold gaze following the cheerful figures of the children, the pimp showed a strange smile on his face, and continued to say: "If you like little girls, you can get them for you, only ten dollars, ten dollars......"

Hearing the pimp's chatter, Leng Binghan just wanted to turn away, but a feeling of inappropriateness flashed through his heart.

The pimped man's voice grew louder and louder, and he didn't care about it at all. It is believed that no matter which country it is, under normal circumstances, such transactions should be carried out in a sneaky form. There's got to be weird.

The cold heart was turned around, and Huo Di turned around.

What caught my eye was the jet-black muzzle. A large man in ragged clothes was coming from behind, his pistol raised.

Seeing this scene, Leng Binghan was not shocked at all, but seemed to be relieved, and asked lightly: "You are finally here, where is the ancient city of Samer?" ”

"What Ancient City of Samer?" The man with the gun was stunned for a moment, but said with a fierce face: "Don't play tricks on me, hand over all the money on your body, watch and camera, all the valuable things are left for me......" He also spoke in English, but it was even worse than what the pimping man said just now, so that Leng Binghan had to guess before he could understand what he meant.

At this time, the pimp on the side also had a smug smile on his face, and he didn't know when he took out a sharp dagger in his hand.

The two of them have a tacit understanding, and it can be seen that it is definitely not the first time they have done this kind of thing.

Leng Binghan was slightly disappointed, it turned out that it was not the person he was looking for, it was just two robbers who saw the opportunity to rob a lone tourist.

Just when the two of them thought that they had controlled the overall situation and were able to get a fat sheep and were overjoyed, Leng Binghan's shoulders did not move at all, and his right foot kicked straight at the hand of the big man holding the gun, and the movement was extremely fast.

"Yikes!"

The pistol should be out of his hand and fly to the side.

Leng Binghan at the same time a short body, kicking high feet still off the ground, with the left foot as the axis, the waist is fierce, whirlwind like a hundred and eighty degrees swing, sweeping the dagger in the hand of the pimp who was stunned by this sudden change in the back, and then the right fist slammed into his lower abdomen, so painful that the pimp bent down like a shrimp man, knelt on the ground, his face was distorted as if it had changed shape, and it was no longer his horse face.

Leng Binghan did not stop, bowed back sharply, and crashed into the arms of the big man behind him.

The sharp pain in the big man's wrist had not yet disappeared, and the whole person had been lifted off the ground, flying forward over the cold head and falling out.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the two big men were all knocked to the ground, moaning in pain, unable to get up again.

Leng Binghan bent down and picked up the pistol on the ground, but he felt very light in his hand, and after a closer look, it was originally a fake gun, but the workmanship was extremely realistic and meticulous, and it was difficult for others to distinguish the real from the fake. Suddenly I couldn't cry or laugh. Maybe I've been in a trance these days, or I can't even tell the truth from the false.

Even the guns are fake, and it seems that these two unscrupulous robbers really have nothing to do with each other.

Leng Binghan threw the fake gun aside with some interest, and was about to leave, when his body froze, and his eyes couldn't help but look towards the entrance of the alley.

A group of tourists who looked like British and American tourists had just walked through the alley, and in the gap between the flickering figures, Leng Binghan suddenly saw a woman wearing a veil and a black robe, who was quickly turning around and began to walk down a long stone staircase that was about to disappear from sight.

Leng Binghan's heart moved, and an arrow rushed out of the alley, cutting through the street, chasing in the direction the woman had walked.

The street was crowded with people and cars, and everyone looked at him in amazement, wondering why the tourist suddenly ran like crazy.

Leng Binghan couldn't care about everyone's gaze, and his body kept shuttling through the bustling crowd, like a swimming fish, and he didn't stop at all, and soon crossed the street, ran down more than ten stone steps, and squeezed into the alley where the black-robed woman walked.

The woman's back flickered in the crowd on the left. Leng Bing Han is like a treasure, and with the highest degree he can achieve, he snatched it in the direction of the woman in the battle between people and vehicles.

He couldn't tell the difference between the Fen and the fear of chasing each other in his heart, was it because he was eager to save people, or because of the mystery and peculiarity of the other party, who might be the key person to solve the mystery? Maybe it's because I want to see its peerless appearance again. Although the black-robed woman's whole body was tightly wrapped in a black robe, the pair of moving eyes exposed outside and the clear looks of the two beams made it difficult for him to recognize her.

Leng Bing left the street and walked into a stone-paved road, less crowded, with a mosque leading to a domed mosque on the left and a slope down the hill on the right. Although he didn't see the woman, Leng Binghan didn't hesitate to run down the slope to the right.

The mosque is not a place where women can enter casually.

When Leng Binghan entered the crowded street again, in the vast sea of people, the woman had disappeared, even if she released her divine sense, it seemed to be isolated, and she found nothing. Leng Binghan couldn't help but feel depressed in his heart, as if he had been running for a few days, and finally saw a little clue, but it was suddenly interrupted.

Leng Binghan turned around, and was about to go back, when he caught a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye, and when his gaze followed, the woman's back happened to disappear into a side alley.

Leng Binghan's heart moved, this time he was not nervous, and walked towards the side alley easily.

In the narrow alleys, a group of Egyptian women sat together, weaving carpets, and some of them looked up at him as an outsider when they saw the cold.

Leng Binghan nodded to them very gracefully, and walked towards the alley without stopping.

After passing through the alleys, my eyes lit up, and I felt that I had come to the city of Fatimed, and the Mosque of Shaber I was standing not far from the right, which was antique and made people feel peaceful and peaceful.

Looking around coldly, he walked towards the wooded garden next to the mosque, where a large fountain in the center of the garden was hula-la-la, sprinkling jets of water on the marble statues in the pool.

She sat quietly on the edge of the pool, as if she had expected that the cold would come her.

The cold heart beat a few times before taking a deep breath and walking towards her.

The garden is very secluded and there are not many people.

Leng Binghan had just walked three meters behind the woman, but he heard the woman sigh quietly and said, "Why are you still here?" ”

Leng Binghan looked at her back wrapped in robes and turbans, and muttered for a long time before asking, "Where is the ancient city of Samer?" Take me there! ”

The woman turned her head and lifted the veil from her head, revealing a stunning face. His eyes flashed with wonder, staring at Leng Bing Han fixedly, and only after a while did he ask, "Have you thought about it?" ”

Leng Binghan nodded.

"No regrets?"

Leng Binghan nodded again.

Seeing Leng Binghan's resolute attitude, the woman sighed lightly, her eyes flashing with a soul-like look, grabbing his gaze.

At the moment when the two made eye contact, Leng Binghan only felt a ripple of consciousness, and time fell into a state of near pause in an instant......