Synopsis: I was knocked unconscious by a silver light, and after waking up, I was in the hospital, but Bei Xixi said that I was leaving? A photo of a friend reveals the mystery of the "two-headed dragon", which turned out to be ancient Egypt?

Text: It's over here, and the doubts in my heart resurfaced: Do you want to continue the investigation? This matter has nothing to do with me, and it can be ended here, and when I am old, I can still boast to my sons, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren about the glorious past when I went to the tomb, and then treasure this belt as a family heirloom, and wait until one day my children and grandchildren discover its secret and continue to study?

It's a good ending, but I don't want to give up an opportunity to get in touch with an ancient civilization, but I don't know where to start.

King Guangchuan was purely a tomb robber, and no useful information could be found from him. I'm using something from an ancient civilization now, but I don't know who made it.

Also of concern are the ancestral witches, who have evaporated from the world since the last time they attacked me, and have not reappeared in my eyes. What are they looking for? Could the corpse in the coffin be the ancestral witch? I think it's strange that the ancestral witch rebelled against him, and there is no similar record in history, as if the words "royal family" and "ancestral witch" were two fictional concepts that existed before humans discovered them.

After coming out of the hospital, I found an antique market and sold some of the gold shells and jade silk brought out of the tomb, and I didn't bother to bargain, so I took 300,000 yuan and left.

After that, I stayed in Qingdao for a few days, sold my diving equipment in the second-hand market, exchanged some money and went to Guangzhou first, and then bought a ticket to Africa. Kenya in Africa, to be exact.

My idea is that since there is no clue, anyway, the coming day is long, and you can check it slowly in the future, maybe in the future deep diving tourism project development, Kaichao Guhuang tomb was discovered, archaeologists excavated, eh, everything came out, I also checked a fart, but I knew more than ten years earlier than others. I'll put this matter aside for now, or go to Kenya first, the Mexican hunter family told me to go there and I haven't been there, so I just took this opportunity to go and see it, learn some black magic or something.

Of course, there is another reason why I decided to spend a lot of money to go to Kenya, many areas of Kenya are quite primitive, and it is not bad to go to a leisure time to dig a grave and visit places of interest

After two hours of sleep on the plane, I woke up rubbing my sore neck as I walked out of the airport and looked at Nairobi, the capital of Kenya, the most prosperous city in East Africa.

I got out of the airport and hailed a taxi to go to the "fairviewhotel". Before I got on the plane, I spent the morning reading "Lonely Planet" to Africa, which warned foreign tourists that they could take the municipal bus in Nairobi, but that they would often be robbed when they got off the bus. I was convinced of this, so I took a taxi as is the usual custom of foreign tourists.

The taxi driver was Somali and spoke English, and he talked to me about what to do in Nairobi.

I didn't listen to most of it, I stared out the window of the car at the backward high-rise buildings and low-rise houses, and my stomach rumbled from time to time.

When I got out of the car, I gave the driver 1,500 shillings – about 100 yuan, and 200 shillings as a tip for him to talk so much along the way that I didn't fall asleep. In Nairobi, taxis are mostly taken by foreign travellers, who are known as the "Muzon Valley", which was originally synonymous with European colonizers and later became a collective term for all foreigners. I also don't bother to argue with the driver about whether I am European or Asian, and there is no point in arguing with me in a foreign country.

FairviewHotel is the eleventh hotel in Nairobi and is built in a place surrounded by mountains and rivers next to a very clean lake. It is said that this is a colonial building, luxurious to the point that there is a pool, I hesitated for a long time when choosing a room style at the front desk, each room is so expensive, I feel that my entanglement makes the waiter must think that I am a dirt bun.

When I entered the hotel, it was late afternoon, and the tables were more or less full of tourists. When I looked up, I saw a yellow-skinned girl sitting alone, so I sat down and greeted her.

The girl's name is Freya, she is Japanese, and her grandfather is an American, and she has used English names for generations. She was also surprised to see me, and greeted me in broken Chinese, and she had an elective Chinese major at university. Originally, I wanted to speak English, but it was strange to think of Japanese English, so it was better to speak Chinese. I later learned that Freya's English was as pure as that of a native American, and she spoke tongue twisters faster than I spoke Chinese.

The waiter at the restaurant brought a plate of white goods and roast lamb with a traditional Kenyan drink, Musokoi.

I took a bite of the white thing, sticky, tasteless, but like a home-steamed rice cake when I was a child. Freya explained that this is the traditional food of black curry, and in the village of Ellemoro, the locals eat fish almost every day, and osteoporosis is common, so they are lucky to have a meal of black curry.

Freya said she had just graduated from college and didn't want to become a working machine so early, and I joked that if you came here in a few years, you would only be able to speak English when you met Chinese. We spend a lot of time learning useless things, but these things always help us in critical situations.