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Part 6: The Gathering of Storms

I pushed the door open and looked at him coldly, turning to Miz. He was groaning and getting up, then flew up and kicked Shagai on the head. This seemed to be a silent signal, and the police officers who held down Xia Gai at the same time moved their fists like rain, and Xia Gai screamed like a wolf.

Today's sunlight is not strong, even the most beautiful girls don't necessarily need to hold a parasol, but this yin and yang priest stands there with an umbrella in a serious manner.

If I'm not mistaken, Charlotte was in the car, and the priest wouldn't have done it without her orders.

Xia Gai's moans were getting lower and lower, and Miz and the others had indeed vented enough, one of the police officers took out the handcuffs and locked Xia Gai, who was slumped on the ground, and dragged him backwards and threw him in the center of the lawn.

Miz panted and walked towards me, his face was even more ugly, and his two eyes were already half bloodshot: "Mr. Chen, this incident may be a misunderstanding, can you pretend that you didn't see anything?"

I patted him on the shoulder: "I don't see anything, but don't be too careless in the future, and it's not foolproof to have a gun in this world." "Shagai's arrogant behavior is annoying, and he has already committed the anger of the public, and Miz's excesses are understandable, and it is a group of police officers who will do it, and the final result can only be that the law is not held accountable.

"I suddenly felt ...... I'm tired, Mr. Chen, I'm afraid I can't send you to see Charlotte, I need to stop and get some sleep, and then add something. "Miz wanted to cry without tears, and there was already a large bruise on the temple where he was hit.

I wanted to comfort him, but he had already turned around and walked towards the door of the villa, and his steps were extremely heavy.

"Can Mr. Chen get in the car now and talk about the Cursed Stone?" the window of the VIP seat of the car suddenly slid down, revealing Charlotte's bright smiling face.

No one paid any attention to the fallen Shagai, and the officers scattered to go on with their work, and inexplicably Charlotte and the priest were as indifferent to him as passers-by, without even a single look of concern.

I know that my current appearance is very messy, and I can't sleep all night, and with the desert wind and sand, my face will not look better than Miz.

When she entered the car, Charlotte smiled lightly again: "Mr. Chen seems to be very haggard every time he sees you, is Miss Leng so important to you?"

She wore a loose white trench coat with a belt that was cinched around her thin waist and only held by Yingying. On the coffee table next to her is a white insulated bento box, and next to it is a plate of fragrant Arabic patties.

I ignored her topic and sat down on my own.

There were only two of us in the carriage, and she flicked the button on the central remote control, and the safety locks of the four doors fell at the same time.

"It's safer to close the door and talk about business, Mr. Chen won't mind, right?" her fingers gently flicked the remote control again, the dark green electric curtain closed, and the milky white ceiling light lit up.

"I wouldn't mind just caring where the 'Cursed Stone' is, if it's convenient to start talking about your conditions now, right?"

I had a hunch that the negotiations would not go too well, but I could only take one step at a time, and I could adapt to the situation as Charlotte saw it. Now that we are completely isolated from the outside world, with Cadillac's good sound insulation, it is estimated that even shooting and killing people here will not attract attention from the outside.

Elegant and soft saxophone music wafted from the sound system on the side of the seat, and the car shuddered for a moment, and then moved forward. I don't want to ask her where she's going, there's no need for that, and when it's time to say, she'll take the initiative to reveal the answer.

According to Cairo's rumors, Charlotte was a wealthy widow, but she did not appear to be in her thirties. Rich women can reduce their age exponentially with expensive cosmetics and five hours of grooming a day, and it is believed that Charlotte's cost in this area is also a sky-high figure.

"What is Mr. Chen thinking?" Charlotte took a cigarette in her hand, but did not light it, only played with it between her fingers, as if deliberately showing me her slender fingers.

I smiled faintly and shook my head calmly: "I didn't think about anything, it's just that the strange death of Curator Lorraine made me feel a little palpitation." It is conceivable that when the curse of the pharaoh begins to reveal its divine power, more people related to it will die next, and I wonder if any of us will suffer because of this?"

"Are you hinting at me?hehehehe-" Charlotte chuckled nonchalantly as she lifted her white swan-like neck, and then opened the bento box, and the warm smell of creamy corn soup instantly filled the carriage.

Her other hand lightly slapped her forehead, and her smile was even more beautiful and deep: "I only care about studying Mr. Chen's mental activities and forget about business." This is the soup I cooked for you with my own hands - after arriving in Egypt, you have been busy and toiling every day, and there is no qualified housewife around you to take care of you, and if you continue to do this, even your iron body will burn out, right?"

I didn't expect such a scene, and I couldn't help but be a little surprised, but on the surface I was still silent.

"Mr. Chen?" she smiled softly, and called me again, picking up a silver-inlaid spoon embedded in the lid of the box, and stirring it gently in the bowl of soup, the original aroma of corn kernels became more and more enticing.

"Coo, coo," I made a nasty chirp in my stomach. Busy all night, the dinner I had with Syvi yesterday had long since been digested, and I really needed to replenish my food.

"Thank you. I moved to the seat on the other side of the coffee table and silently took the spoon.

If it is the worst, it is estimated that there are miyao and even poison in this bowl of soup and food, Charlotte wants to kill people and kill people, or ask me about the secrets in my head, but I understand the truth of "if you don't go into the tiger's den, you will get the tiger". Now that the Cursed Stone is the ultimate focus of the problem, I can't seem to say no to working with her.

The soup and cakes were delicious, and she was smiling at me all the time, with a sweet and greasy look in her eyes. Thinking about it, Leng Xin, who has known each other for several years, has never cooked soup for me, and has always been done by the Filipino maid at home. Leng Xin belongs to a girl who is career-oriented, and in her eyes, turning through an hour of archaeological data is far more meaningful than bothering to cook a pot of soup. Of course, I don't have any special requirements for her, as long as she has a good time.

"A good housewife must cook a good soup so that her beloved will never leave. In our Egyptian cultural texts, cooking soup and grooming are two indispensable tasks for housewives, as important as breathing and sleeping. Mr. Chen, do you think that makes sense?"

Charlotte's soft words mixed with Kenakin's saxophone music gradually developed a lethargic feeling.

I couldn't help but nod: "The soup is really delicious, thank you." If only my friend Miz were here, he would be just as tired and hungry and lacking in care. "When the tide of lethargy came over like a tide, the image of Miz and the fragment of his spear firing grew away, like an old sailboat sunk in the tide.

"Hehe, your friend? Mr. Chen, how can a contemporary master like you become friends with that kind of person? In my eyes, you need to make friends with at least upper-class figures such as princes and nobles, and you should also be accompanied by a lot of beautiful women, singing and feasting every night. ”

Her hand gently covered the back of my hand, bringing a slippery and greasy coolness.

"Really?" I felt my voice drifting.

"Of course, as I said, as long as we cooperate, we will attach a series of favorable conditions to you. Money, status, power, women, treasures, everything. Mr. Chen, I guess what you need most now is a big soft bed, right?" she took my hand, and the door on the side suddenly opened, revealing a large warm and ambiguous pink glow.

It turned out that the car had stopped silently, and the pink carpet was spread outside the door, leading to two pink gates fifteen paces away.

"Come with me?" she pulled me out of the car, and the saxophone music kept ringing, making my eyelids heavier and heavier. When I was about to look up, my neck was stiff, and I could only passively follow her.

The pink door slowly closed behind us, and a nameless scent of dozens of scents skillfully mixed together came to the face, and in the middle of the room, on the large pink bed, a large black suitcase was unbiased.

"Sit down, I'll give you everything you want—" She stood in front of a large mirror facing the doorway, and as she fingered at the open trench coat on her belt, the trench coat slipped off in an instant, revealing the only thin silk shirt inside.

There is only one bed in the room, so you can only sit on the bed.

I took two steps forward, my body was already out of control, and I fell onto the bed all at once.

The lid of the suitcase pops open automatically, and the brilliant golden light emitted from inside eclipses the pink that fills the room. I barely looked up and saw that there were large gold bricks stacked neatly, at least forty or more.

"Everything you want is available in this room, including me. It's just that you need to pay some kind of price, and you pay it willingly, and then sign your name on the pledge and promise that you will never go back in the future. She also went to bed, picked up the pen and paper on top of the gold bricks, and put them in front of my eyes.

"You want me to ...... What to do?" I tried to resist the urge to fall asleep.

An elusive smile appeared on her face, and suddenly she waved a golden pair of scissors over my head, and with a click, a dozen heads had fallen into her hands.

"Write your name on that covenant. She stared at the head in her palm.

I picked up the pen and fumbled for my name in the lower right corner of the page, and lay on the bed with my hands and feet open, without the slightest strength to move my body. The bed seemed to be permeated with a strange fragrance, and every inch of contact with my body was filled with a beautiful fragrance.

The saxophone stopped, but then another Arabic style of glamour sounded reminiscent of striptease bars and pole dancers in Cairo's red-light district.

"Mr. Chen, I am going to fulfill my promise now to let you try the most perfect love in the world. When you wake up, you will be mine, you will always be my personal slave, and you will always serve me alone......" she murmured, holding out her arm and caressing the back of my head.

I gathered my strength and struggled to turn over and look up at the Arabic chandelier with pink tassels hanging overhead. Gradually, Charlotte's face covered my view. As soon as my fingers moved, I was naked, with a body fragrance that men couldn't resist.

Suddenly, the phone in my pocket rang, startling her and she rolled back.

I fumbled for the phone, pressed the answer button with difficulty, and Xiwei's voice immediately came from the microphone: "Mr. Chen is me." ”

The chaos in my mind subsided slightly, and I cleared my throat vigorously: "What's the matter?"

Before she could speak, Sylvie sighed three times in succession: "I have left the hotel and returned to my apartment, which is actually not far from Lady Charlotte's mansion. Now I'm standing on the edge of the back window, looking out onto her bedroom balcony and just seeing the Cadillac drive away. Once again, I'd like to remind you to hurry up and contact her - Lorraine is dead, and if anyone can stop this roulette game-like killing, you're the only one left. ”

I sat up and leaned against the suitcase.

At this time, it is an eventful season, if Xiwei stays in the hotel, she can still be effectively protected, and if she goes home without permission, she is afraid that it will be dangerous.

I licked my dry lips and tried to gather my thoughts: "Xiwei, you better go back to the hotel, at least I can protect you at any time." ”

Xiwei suddenly sneered and raised her voice: "Forget it, I don't need the protection of others, I have always had a good life before you came to Cairo." And I'm not a Jianghu like you, I don't have much interest in power and money, so naturally no one will covet goodbye. ”

She hung up angrily and ended up in a very unfriendly tone.

"Mr. Chen, can we continue the sweet work we just had?" Charlotte's naked, smooth arms wrapped around my neck, and her smooth face rubbed against my shoulders.

I put away the phone and patted the back of her hand with a wry smile, "Why don't you go and see my autograph first?" Mrs. Charlotte. ”

She was taken aback again: "What did you say?"

I took her arm away and bounced off the bed, with my back to her, leisurely admiring an oil painting of an Arab girl on the wall. Of course, she understood what I meant, and turned to look at the piece of paper, and suddenly she let out an "ah" cry, already furious. But instead of doing it on the spot, she slammed open the other door next to the mirror with a "bang" and flashed out quickly.

Gold bricks, beautiful women, and miyao are all useless tools for me, and when the instructor trained me, the same method was used more than a thousand times, but none of them succeeded. So from the moment I got in Charlotte's car, all my performances were disguised.

After making sure that Charlotte had left, I turned to look at the box of gold bricks and shook my head faintly and sneered: "Why can these lifeless things attract so many people to go crazy for them? ”

In fact, wouldn't the series of chases and killings made by Sikong Jiexing and Cai Xiaofo also be caused by the "Sea of Gold"? They knew that Li Tian was a master of the No. 51 region and a figure who could not be moved, but they rushed to attack for the sake of gold. Now the two of them don't know who they are in their hands, and they don't even have any news. However, Sikong Xingxing has always been a big lieutenant general, and when he first came out of the rivers and lakes, he was in danger one after another, but he was unharmed, and I hope he can continue his good luck this time.

I closed the lid of my suitcase, shrouded the room in pink again, and paced in front of the secret door, pondering for a few seconds, before deciding to wait.

Since Charlotte has chosen to work with me, she will not give up halfway. At the moment, this trust she has in me is the only heavyweight chip I have.

Fifteen minutes later, the secret door opened again, and Charlotte appeared in front of me with a smile on her face, already in a white Arabic robe.

"Mr. Chen, please come here and talk slowly. She stretched out her hand as if what was happening in the pink room had nothing to do with her.

I stepped through the secret door and went straight into a spacious study. Sunlight pours in through floor-to-ceiling glass windows, making the more than a dozen foliage plants lush and vibrant. There are bookshelves, desks, swivel chairs, sand and other necessities in the study, and the only thing that makes me feel special is that there are four high-powered astronomical telescopes in front of the window, aiming at the sky at a 45-degree angle to the southeast.

A coffee pot on the desk has just stopped working, and the slightly bitter mellow aroma of Brazilian coffee is everywhere and invigorating.

"Mr. Chen, let's be honest, since you're interested in the 'Cursed Stone', I'll give it to you right away. In your capacity, you shouldn't rob or break your promises, right?" Charlotte tenderly brought me a cup of coffee, and then got to the point of conversation.

I sat down on the sand and pondered for a moment before I replied cautiously: "Regarding the ancient book of the Wheel of the Sun, I only promised you to find it, but I am not 100% sure. If it's convenient, please repeat what Professor Leng Hannan said at the beginning, okay?"

Even things that are readily available can change unexpectedly, and I never imagine that everything will be smooth sailing, just "plan for the worst and do it for the best".

Charlotte smiled as she walked over to a gray safe behind her desk, expertly twisting the code, making the "smack" of the tiny gears as they shut.

"When I was negotiating with the professor, I recorded the scene and showed it to you later. Now you will see the 'cursed stone' of Egyptian legend—" She opened the cabinet door, held out an iron-blue square metal box in both hands, and turned around and placed it on her desk.

I sat firmly in the sand, and instead of jumping up to look at it, I set up Erlang's legs more leisurely, turned my head to admire the brazilwood next to the sand, which had just sprouted.

"Oh, why is Mr. Chen so cold, is your interest in the Cursed Stone also faked?" Charlotte said with a seductive smile between her eyebrows.

From the moment I entered this room, I had carefully considered possible covert defenses. For this kind of top luxury house, it is natural to make a special trip to arrange American-style security equipment. As expected, fifteen to twenty firearm holes will be arranged in the ceiling part of the room, controlled by closed-circuit surveillance personnel, and if someone is unfavorable to Charlotte, they will immediately carry out intensive strafing without leaving any dead ends.

The direction of the floor-to-ceiling window is the easiest escape route for ordinary people, but the kind of bulletproof glass with good light transmission can at least withstand the repeated firing of the miniature submachine gun, and the limit of resistance to gravity impact is also more than 500 kilograms, and it is obviously the stupidest decision to break through the window.

"There is no doubt that Charlotte is a deep woman in the city, and her words and deeds on the surface are nothing more than a meticulous disguise. "This is my latest conclusion on her, and dealing with this kind of woman can only be avoided by static braking and post-control.

"No, on the contrary, I am grateful to Mrs. Charlotte for her generosity. It's just that the host hasn't said anything about showing it to me, so what's the hurry for the guests?" I smiled and raised my glass to her, and asked meaningfully, "The coffee is so good, is there another secret spice added to it besides milk and sugar cubes?"

Miyao was added to the soup and cake, and I was just kindly reminding her not to play too many tricks if she wanted to cooperate.

Charlotte's cheeks suddenly rose two red glows, biting her lip, watery peach-colored eyes stared at me, and laughed out loud: "Mr. Chen, I was wrong, can I forgive me?"

I looked back at her without flinching, effortlessly dissolving the hypnotism she had cast with a seductive smile. When a beautiful woman shyly admits her mistake in person, she often strikes at a man's weakness, and will inevitably lead to the other party's pity and pity. Charlotte is very clever, and her attacks on me are staggered with each other, changing her tactics at all times.

"Alas, Professor Leng Hannan is right, Mr. Chen is definitely a strange person who cannot be shaken, and no method can impress you, I finally saw it today. She gave up her attempt to continue the attack under my watch, and dropped her hand to the hidden locks at the corners of the box, and the lid popped up with a click.

The aroma of coffee in the room was filled with a scorching smell of gold and iron, as if suddenly approaching a huge steelmaking furnace. I'm sure the smell came from the box.

"Mr. Chen, please look—" She pulled out a charred black object from the box, which at first glance looked like a clenched fist.

I got up, walked over to my desk, reached for it, and felt like it was weightless, not much worse than an empty cardboard box of the same size. Its surface is very smooth, which should be the inevitable result of long-term human friction, just like the "Panyu" in the antique world.