When Ahmad was about to retrieve the institute's internal surveillance footage, there were some undue twists. The institute's administrators told him that although the institute was semi-private, the surveillance network was connected to the National Museum, and that he had to go to the museum to access the surveillance.

When he arrived at the National Museum, he was told that the Cairo Police Department did not have access to the National Museum's surveillance and that he had to get a higher order.

This left Ahmad wondering: Why is the surveillance network of a small, semi-private institute connected to the National Museum? And the Cairo City Police Department has no access to its surveillance footage, and if there is not something unbelievable in it, it is really unbelievable.

He reported the matter to the Director, who told him to wait. He could only check the surveillance of various intersections around the institute first, but found no suspicious characters. Of course, with a little attention, it is easy for the killer to avoid these cameras, and compared to some developed countries, Cairo's surveillance density is too low, and the government has invested too little in this area.

It took two days for him to be allowed to go to the National Museum to access the surveillance. To his annoyance, he was told that he could not take a copy of the footage with him, that he had to sign a confidential document, and that he could only view it with the relevant personnel. Of course, he has the right to ask the escort to answer any questions he asks.

But he quickly understood why museums were so sensitive to surveillance and so demanding permissions, because they were doing something completely shady.

Surveillance footage shows that at about 9 p.m., Alef came out of a room in a clean white overalls, and two gendarmes followed him and helped him push a hospital bed, but it was not a patient lying on the bed, but a mummy.

The institute originally studied mummies and ancient relics, so it was not unusual, but such complete mummies were rare, and Ahmad felt a little familiar, so he casually asked, "What kind of mummy is this?" ”

The escort next to him stopped talking.

Ahmad immediately realized that there was something wrong with this, so he patted the stack of papers on the table and said, "I have signed a confidentiality agreement, and I have an order from the police department!" ”

When the man saw that he could not hide it, he said, "Ramses II." ”

"What?" Ahmad thought he had misheard, "Ramses II's mummy is a national treasure, isn't it in your museum?" ”

"You know, there are some important cultural relics, and the museum will make some special replicas." Said the escort.

"Oh......" Ahmad thought it was a replica at first, but after thinking about it, Professor Alepf was doing with a replica, and it suddenly dawned on him that it was real, and that the museum was fake.

"You mean...... Tourists spend a lot of money every day to visit your museum, and what they see are fakes?! ”

"Most of it is true. There are a lot of things that we need to study, and when we study them, we will put out the replicas, and after the research is done, we will exchange them back to the real thing. In fact, it doesn't matter to tourists, anyway, you can't tell whether it's real or fake. ”

Ahmad sighed and decided never to go to the museum again. He turned his attention back to the surveillance and saw them push the mummy into another room.

At eleven o'clock, a woman arrived at the institute. Alepf spoke to her in the hall, and the woman went to the dressing room to change into the same white overalls, and then followed Alepf to the room where the mummy was.

Ahmad zooms in on the surveillance and recognizes the woman as the female intern who died that night. Apparently, she was called in by Alepf to help. But why did an intern come to study such an important mummy as Ramses II? Ahmad had a vague idea of a possibility.

The picture has not changed for a long time since then, with two gendarmes napping on the couch in the hall, while Alef and the female trainee never come out.

"Aren't there cameras in the room?" Ahmad asked.

"No, officer." The escort also seemed to guess a possibility, and said with disdain, "Although you are a police officer, you should not snoop on other people's privacy." ”

"I'm working on the case." "What you think and what I think may not be the same thing at all. ”

It was two o'clock in the evening, and Alepf finally came out of the room. He seemed to have fallen somewhere, and there were large dark red smudges on his white overalls.

Ahmad lifted his spirits and zoomed in on the picture to look closely. Although the color of the picture was not very positive, he quickly determined that it was bloodstained.

But Alep's steps and expression were calm, there was no sign of injury or panic, and his hands were clean, not commensurate with his red-dyed sleeves, which must have been freshly washed.

Ahmad was only vaguely guessing just now, but at this moment it is almost certain - that female intern was killed by Alep! And he has reason to believe that this has something to do with the museum or even the country.

He looked back at the museum room staff who were watching him and said, "You bastards have been doing mummy resurrection experiments?!" Can you think of such a cruel method? I now suspect that you are complicit in the murderer, and I can arrest you! ”

"No, sir, we've never done anything like this, and if things are the way you suspected, it's Dr. Alep, who is the head of the mummy project, and has nothing to do with us. Moreover, you have signed a confidentiality agreement and cannot say it, not to anyone but your immediate superior. ”

Ahmad nodded, finally understanding what the director's "shit" meant. Maybe the director already knew something, and he was just a pawn that was pushed over. Thinking of this, Ahmad couldn't help but curse: "Shit!"

Aleph came out of another room, grabbed a couple of garbage bags, and went back to the room where the mummy was. Then the surveillance fell into a long period of stillness.

It was not until four o'clock in the morning that the door of that room opened again, and Alef came out of the room with his head bowed, with a sheet on his head for some reason, like an Arab turban, but it was too long and dragged to the ground, like a cloak, covering his face and bloody clothes.

Ahmad took one look and concluded that it was not Dr. Alepf. Alepf's height is only 1.65 meters, this man is obviously much taller, about 1.75 meters, and he walks in a different way, although his legs are longer, but his stride is smaller than Alep's, and he walks like a missionary.

"He's not Alef, he's a murderer!" Ahmad affirmed.

The "murderer" wrapped himself in a sheet, put his hands on his chest, and pulled at both sides of the sheet. He came to the hall, where two gendarmes were sleeping on the couch. He walked up to one of them and reached out and grabbed the gendarme's neck. The gendarme struggled for a moment, and then did not move.

The other gendarme was awakened, but before he could make any moves, the "murderer" had already moved in front of him and slammed his neck.

However, this time, the sheet on the murderer's body also slipped to the ground. He has his back to the camera, revealing a head of loose red hair.

He seemed to sense someone watching him, and suddenly turned around and glanced in the direction of the camera.

Ahmad's heart thumped. He saw a shriveled face like the carbonized bark of a tree in the desert, and two eye sockets were empty, black holes, like two bottomless wells.

The museum keeper who accompanied him to watch the surveillance obviously did not expect such a result, covering his mouth and screaming: "Oh my God! It's him! It's Ramses II! Of all the mummies, only his hair is red! ”