Ahmad drove out of downtown Cairo. He booked a room at his resort in Hurghada, intending to take advantage of this rare holiday to enjoy the Red Sea breeze.

A funny news show was playing on the radio. Probably this morning there was really no other news to talk about, and the two presenters kept making fun of the fire that happened in France yesterday, saying that Napoleon had blown off the sphinx's nose with a cannon, and now the pharaoh's anger had finally burned to the cathedral on the Île de la Cité.

The host's tone was hilarious, and Ahmad, though he was never willing to admit that he was a gloating, was also amused.

"Napoleon...... Pharaoh's nose...... Hahaha! The more he thought about it, the amier it became, and he couldn't help but slap the steering wheel hard, and then the laughter stopped abruptly as he looked out the car window at the gray wall on the horizon in the distance.

"Bastard! Whore! Bastard! ”

Ahmad scolded the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the Cairo Meteorological Bureau in his heart, and he knew that there would be a sandstorm, so he would not choose to take a vacation at this time.

Hurghada was sure he wouldn't be able to go, so he had to go home and sleep, he thought. However, the sandstorm hit much faster than he expected, and the light outside the car quickly dimmed, and the sand rustled against the window glass.

Ahmad almost collided with another car when he made a U-turn, and the visibility was less than five meters by this time. He pulled over helplessly, praying that the wind and sand would pass quickly.

The radio host apparently got the news of the sandstorm as well, but before they could tease, the signal was cut off. After two bangs, there was only a white noise left on the radio.

The car shook suddenly, and Ahmad, thinking that there was an earthquake, immediately opened the car door, covered his mouth and nose with his clothes, and tried to run to the open lawn next to him. He saw a bright light flickering in the darkness in the distance, and although the wind and sand blocked his view, he could still make out that it was the direction of Giza.

The sand in the wind hit the face and it hurt a little. He fished with his hand in the wind, and the void grabbed some grains of sand, twisted them in the palm of his hand, and it seemed to be hot.

Fortunately, the sandstorm came and went quickly, and the earthquake did not occur. When the wind and sand go away, the clouds are pulled back like a stage curtain, and the sun is vented again, illuminating the world.

Ahmad returned to the car, and the voices of the two hosts came over the radio:

"This is the anger of the pharaohs, it must be that too many tourists are disturbing their purity, what can open tourism bring besides adding garbage?"

"Money, of course!"

"Pharaoh is not short of money."

"But the government is short of money."

"Oh yes, the government is short of money, but where does it go?"

"Uh...... Of course, the money is spent, for example...... Governing the desert is right to control the desert, you know that we live in the desert, we lack water! ”

"Oh yes, we're short of water! The sea is hundreds of kilometers away from us, and there is only a poor Nile river running through our city, which is so fucking lacking! ”

"Alright, don't talk about it, Pharaoh's coffin board is almost out of place!"

"It's better that they climb out sooner so that our tourism department can make a lot of money again! Oh wait, the pharaoh's coffin board seems to be long gone. ”

"The pharaohs will still rule the desert when they come back to life, guess what they will do?"

"I guess uh...... The pharaoh will make the Egyptians all use Alipay! ”

……

Ahmad didn't want to listen to the nonsense of the two sand sculpture hosts anymore and turned off the radio.

"Lack of water?" He picked up a bottle of mineral water, looked at the pyramid pattern printed on the bottle a little funny, then opened it and took a sip, then spit out the car window and rinsed the sand from his mouth.

Just as he was about to restart his trip to Hurghada, Ahmad's cell phone rang. He glanced at the phone, frowned and picked it up:

"Hello, Director."

"Where are you, Ahmad?"

"I'm on my way to Hurghada."

"Haven't you gone far?"

"No, blocked by a damn sandstorm on the outskirts of Cairo. Hey, I don't sound right, don't tell me the vacation is canceled, the hotel I booked is a special room and cannot be refunded. ”

"The vacation is canceled, brother."

"Oh, shit! I'm not your brother, I don't support 996, if you cancel my vacation, I'll take off my pants and march in the streets! ”

"That's big news – Cairo's best detectives are running naked on the streets on Sandstorm Day!"

"You're not going to come, are you?"

"I'm not kidding you, just now, there was a slight earthquake in Giza, the pyramid found the underground palace, some tourists died inside, and now the military police have cordoned off the place."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"Pyramid expert Alef is already on his way, and I don't want to be stolen by other departments and do something unfavorable to us, so I need to have experienced and reliable police detectives to accompany Professor Alef and take decisive measures if necessary."

“Shit！” Ahmad cursed in English.

"I understand English, Ahmad, now go quickly, I will give you the highest authority to make decisions on the fly, and as for your attitude, I will settle it with you when you come back to report."

……

Ahmad looked at the entrance of the highway not far ahead, and reluctantly turned the car. When he arrived in Giza, his car was stopped by heavily armed soldiers.

He showed his ID and asked by the way, "Why are you?" Shouldn't it be the police's business? ”

After verifying it, the soldier returned the document to him: "Orders from above, we are only responsible for vigilance." ”

Knowing that the soldiers knew nothing, Ahmad crossed the cordon and walked in the direction of the pyramids.

Tourists are gathered in an open field, where military police are handing out drinking water and warning them not to walk away without permission.

Seven or eight of them were gathered alone, along with two patrol officers with camels and one person in overalls.

A familiar police officer saw Ahmad and greeted him.

"What's going on?" Ahmad asked.

"When the sandstorm came up, there was a slight earthquake, which shook the entrance to the underground palace under the pyramid of Khufu, and there happened to be a group of tourists in the pyramid, and a few tourists went down."

"And then?"

"Dead inside."

"How did you die?"

"I don't know."

"Who found out?"

"Them." The officer pointed to two patrolmen with camels.

Ahmad walked over and saw two patrolmen with their heads bowed and a puddle of vomit on the ground.

The officer said to the two patrol officers, "This is Chief Ahmad, you repeat what you just saw." ”

"We were patrolling behind Menkaura," said one of the patrol officers, "and the sandstorm came without warning, and we had never seen anything like it before." After the sandstorm passed, we heard some tourists shouting here, so we came to ask, and they said that the underground palace was found inside the pyramid, and someone went in, and they heard screams. Later, I was outside to maintain order, and Basaimu and Adullah went in together to look for tourists, Basaimu, tell the chief, what did you see? ”

The patrolman named Basemu raised his head and stammered, "All of them are dead, and the people inside are dead, there are ghosts!" ”

"How many died, how did they die? Tell me everything you see. "Ahmad really doesn't understand how this guy became a police officer.

"Four, four, five...... He...... They ......" Basemu suddenly vomited again.

The person wearing the scenic overalls next to him said, "Let me talk about it." ”

"Who are you?"

"I am the watchman here to prevent tourists from climbing and destroying the pyramids, my name is Adullah Rashad Rashid Btsblahi Yitsjelahi Tsalasha Mudezhil." 8)