The cultural texts of ancient Egypt are all recorded in hieroglyphs, which seem to modern people to be as obscure as "heavenly books", and in many cases, even professionals with the same level of knowledge can interpret the same text with very different results.

"What will Bai Li bring me? Maybe those materials belong to the secret treasure of the 'Snake King' Bai Shuyi, and she is willing to exchange it for Tang Mei's whereabouts, which shows her determination to take revenge-" I searched in my mind for the famous masters of the Thai underworld, and secretly speculated about who Bai Li's possible helper was.

The Chinese like to say that "when is the time to repay grievances", and the ancients were very keen to educate future generations to "repay grievances with virtue", but this theory of "great right and wrong, great wisdom, and great understanding" is often absolutely spurned by those involved. At least in the 21st century in the Chinese underworld, "killing to stop killing, and countering violence with violence" is the truly respected way of survival.

"Sir, breakfast is set up, please eat. The waiter's gentle voice rang out.

When I opened my eyes, she was standing in front of the fax machine, carefully sorting through dozens of papers.

"Did Miss Sylvie sleep?" I regained my spirits slightly, and slowly got up and stretched slightly.

"Yes, Miss is asleep, do you want to ask the doctor on duty at the hotel to come and have a look?" she turned her head, her gaze brushed over my face, and then lowered her gaze respectfully, staring at the densely packed fax paper full of words.

"No, you can go out. "I could see the employee sign on her chest, which had her job number - 775.

"Yes. She bowed.

I picked up my wallet and gave her a large bill as a reward for her excellent service.

"Thank you, sir, I will wait at the door for orders. She stepped back to the door, smiled softly again, and opened the door and went out.

At this moment, my mind is still groggy, and my temples are still aching, but the stagnation in my body has been reduced a lot. Bai Li said that she would arrive within twenty-four hours, and I should try to do as much as possible during this time to prevent her from fighting with the Tang Sect in Shuzhong to the greatest extent.

Of course, it is also a matter of urgency to detoxify and heal Xiwei, she was implicated in order to help me search for Leng Xin's whereabouts, and if there is any danger, my conscience is afraid that I will suffer from painful condemnation for decades.

As soon as I thought of this, I had a little dissatisfaction with the heartless Sikong Xingxing and Cai Xiaofo, what secrets they hid in their hearts had nothing to do with me, but at least for the sake of my friend's face, knowing that Xiwei was poisoned, he ignored it and only cared about himself-" The grievances between Cai Xiaofo and Li Tian will never be as simple as stealing information, in comparison, Sikong Xingxing has become his shield, and everything is at his mercy. Could it be that Sikong Picking Stars has some tricks in his hands?"

They are my friends, but the word "friend" can be interpreted in a myriad of complex ways. Nothing is eternal in the world, and the vicissitudes of life can be changed several times, let alone the ordinary feelings of human beings?

I took a glass of lemonade from the table and took a small sip, a slight sourness that immediately filled my mouth. The waitress with the job name "775" is very attentive, and the six plates of exquisite dim sum and four drinks on the table are the most suitable for the eating habits of Oriental people.

The clock on the wall pointed to seven o'clock in the morning, and the Egyptian police, who were accustomed to sleeping late and waking up late, would not deal with the murder in the underground parking lot until at least nine o'clock, so I had two hours to deal with personal matters.

A slight cough from Shelvie came from the master bedroom, and I hurriedly put down my cup and pushed open the hidden door.

She was struggling to sit up, her chest hanging down in a moon-white nightgown, revealing her delicate collarbones and creamy white skin. Presumably, the waitress mistakenly thought that Xiwei had some kind of intimate relationship with me, so she naturally changed into the pajamas in the closet.

"Don't get up, you need to rest—" I strode over to the bed and pressed her right shoulder.

"Mr. Chen, I don't want to stay here, I didn't help much, but I caused you a lot of trouble, let me go back to the hospital......" She broke free of my hand, a bitter smile with extreme apologies appeared on her pale face, and she subconsciously closed her collar and hugged her arms tightly in front of her chest.

It is a large white European-style wooden window, and the bedding is also a very elegant moon white, which matches her pajamas very well. I hadn't noticed the women's pajamas hanging in the closet before, so I had to blame the hotel for being a little too meticulous.

"As I said, it's me who should apologize, Miss Shyvi, rest assured, I'll be getting a friend to heal you soon. After the body recovers, I will not force it to go or stay, but now, you have to listen to me, otherwise your life will be in danger. ”

For the sake of her body, I had to tell the truth seriously.

"My wounds...... Isn't it quite serious? could die at any moment?" she leaned back weakly, slumped down on the floppy pillow, and covered her face with her hands.

I walked to the window and pulled back the thick double curtain to let the morning sun shine through the tulle.

Most of the Tangmen poisons have a very beautiful name, because the Tang family is most proud of the "many talented people in Shu since ancient times", and they are unwilling to simply and generally name their products with numerical numbers. The rising sun is the most admired and longed-for thing by human beings, because every time it rises, it will make people's hearts full of longing for life and the courage to forge ahead, but Tangmen named it a murderous poison, which cannot but be said to be a wonderful irony.

"Mr. Chen, if I die, please help me pile pink lilies in front of the tombstone, that's my favorite......" Syvi choked up, tears running through her fingers and dripping down her chest.

"There will definitely be lilies, but forget about the tombstones, with me, you won't die. The depression that had accumulated in my heart was like a heavy quilt, and I could barely breathe, but I still kept a calm smile.

"Don't comfort me anymore, Curator Lorraine used to divinate me in the crystal ball, the light of Mars covers the whole of Jupiter, and the flames of death fall on my head at any moment—" She reached out and grabbed her falling hair, and wept in an indescribable despair, "She said, the day I die, my black hair will first turn white, my white hair will turn to soot, and my body will wither. Mr. Chen, the words of gypsy tellers always work, don't they?"

It was as if an invisible hand suddenly grabbed my heart, and a sudden suffocation froze the smile on my face: "Did she really say that?

"Yes, five years ago, she was already a bird-level soothsayer. On the African continent, there is no one else who can match her, except for Dadaru, the national teacher of South Africa. She pulled her hair in front of her eyes and examined it little by little, with a look of great reverence, and tears no longer welled up.

I'm sure her hair hasn't mutated, as we've quietly examined her when we ascended the elevator from the underground parking lot. In addition to the red spots in the center of the eyebrows, another obvious feature of the poisoning is that the hair roots of the poisoned person will change color, from pitch black to gray and white, and dry and break in a very short time, just like the withered grass in the wasteland in winter. This is strikingly similar to Lorraine's divination.

"What is Lorraine's full name?" I suppressed, "Is it Andaru, Bataku, or Lorraine?"

Xiwei nodded immediately: "Yes, that's her full gypsy name, but after she became an Egyptian citizen, she changed her name to Lorraine a long time ago, and this name is also registered in her passport." ”

I couldn't help but gasp, "Xiwei, you should have reminded me-"

Five years ago, I was allowed to read a who's who of the African continent in the organization's top-secret database, and Lorraine's name was ranked above Dadaru and second only to the presidents of several African military powers. It was a rather special list, and all of the people listed on it were closely monitored by the Order, and in the event of a war, they would be the first assassination targets of the Order.

The Gypsy's crystal ball prophecy is quite effective, and it is the only kind of Western prediction that can compete with the Chinese "I Ching prediction". One of the most impressive performances of South Africa's national teacher Dadaru was accurately predicting the host country of the 2010 World Cup, saving the South African Football Association a whopping $100 million in black money for the bid.

"I told you that Lorraine would be of great help to you, so I insisted that you go to her. Sylvie breathed a sigh of relief because everything was fine with her hair.

"Bird-level soothsayers rarely make a move, can you be sure she's willing to meet me?" Before I knew it, Lorraine's attitude had become extremely respectful when I mentioned it again.

Gypsy soothsayers are divided into five levels, from bottom to top are ponds, ghosts, snowflakes, black winds, and birds, and there are very few people who can reach the black wind level, and as for the bird-level soothsayers, they are the only masters in ten thousand, and since the establishment of this kind of divination, there are no more than 100 people.

"I don't know, but since Curator Lorraine has had a good conversation with Professor Leng, she must be fond of you—Mr. Chen, what are you laughing at? Did I say something wrong?" she frowned, carefully tightening the silk ribbon on her neckline.

I realized my gaffe and hurriedly clarified: "No, you're not wrong, I'll contact her as soon as possible." ”

Xiwei didn't understand the origin of the relationship between Leng Hannan and Lorraine, but I heard Leng Xin mention it more than once that it was the professor, who was nearly sixty years old, wishful thinking and chasing each other, and was frustrated several times but became more and more frustrated. Leng Xin had come to a conclusion with certainty—"It's a fruitless romantic story, and even if my father is twenty years younger, two hundred times richer, and two thousand times more handsome, he will not be able to win Lorraine's heart." ”

Leng Xin's sixth sense is also quite accurate, just like when she took a fancy to me at a glance in the vast sea of people on Hong Kong Island, without a word, she got the essence of it.

The sudden burst of love from the elderly is similar to the old house that caught fire, and it is impossible to stop without burning to the ground, so Leng Xin and I have always had deep sympathy for my father's infatuation. To this day, I still believe that if Professor Leng hadn't been robbed in the desert, he would definitely still be playing the role of "infatuation seed".

I should indeed visit Lorraine to see if this bird-level soothsayer can give me some guidance.

Sylvie yawned secretly, "Okay, I'd love to introduce you." ”

My heart sank suddenly, because in an instant, the red spots in her eyebrows more than doubled, directly connecting the left and right eyebrows, and it was obvious that the toxicity of "a little red in the morning sun" was attacking.

"Mr. Chen, I suddenly feel very sleepy, I'm really embarrassed, I have to borrow your room to rest, can you please go out first?" She yawned four or five times in a row, her cheeks flushed, and her eyelids drooped heavily.

I tried to control my anxiety and nodded slightly: "Okay, you can rest, I will stand guard outside the door and not let anyone disturb you." "Drowsiness and fatigue are the standard manifestations of deepening poisoning, but fortunately, Xiwei is not a "person who understands" in the rivers and lakes for a long time, but she also lacks the senseless panic after knowing everything.

She shrunk back, closed her eyes weakly, and asked in a daze, "Mr. Chen, who can ...... Heal me, are you two people who have just been in the parking lot?"

I pulled the cup for her and replied softly, "Yes, one of them is a very skilled thief, and he has a knack for detoxification." You sleep for a while, and when he comes back, I'll wake you up. ”

Sylvie rolled over, and before she could respond to me, she fell into a deep sleep.

I exited the bedroom and drank the lemonade from my glass in one gulp, and the fire of anxiety in my chest was forcibly extinguished. "Anger, calmness, and the heart is like water" are the elements to solve big problems, once the emotions are out of control, even the smallest things will make people anxious.

"I must save her, I must save her—" The only thing that swirled in my mind at the moment was this sentence. Subtly, Xiwei's shadow has penetrated deep into my heart and cannot be swept away.

After pacing around the brightly colored Arabic carpet a few times, I reached into my trouser pocket to pick up the phone, and inadvertently brought out the piece of paper left by Leng Xin, and fell silently on the carpet.

"Curse, curse? What did Leng Xin have a premonition? What did she come to Egypt to seek? Could her disappearance have some connection with the deep strange cave at the top of the tower?" I tapped my forehead, and my heart suddenly moved, and my eyes immediately fell on the bedroom door: "Something seems wrong?"

Standing in front of Syvi's bed, there was an inconspicuous white trash can on the side of the bedside table, with the lid half-open, and a crumpled ball of paper towels thrown inside. First, when I left the room yesterday, I didn't notice the existence of the garbage can, and second, even if there was a garbage can, every morning, the floor attendant on duty would go from room to room to clean up the garbage, and would never leave used tissues in it.

I sat back on the couch and kept my eyes glued to the bedroom door, reflecting on the unexpected discovery, the phone tossing and turning in the palm of my hand, but never dialing.

Crises are everywhere, and the gentleman is innocent and guilty. I believe that while I am tracking down the disappearances and the sea of gold, someone must be doing the same job, and subconsciously seeing me as an enemy who cannot coexist.

"Who has ever come in? Someone has tampered with someone in the bedroom?" I couldn't help but shake my head and smile bitterly, because the series of counterattacks, eavesdropping, and ambushes were all what I was best at in the past, and now someone is doing an axe in front of me, which is really ridiculous. So, what kind of people is the other party, and what is the intention?

I walked into the bedroom again, stopped in front of the trash can, stared at the mass of tissues, and within seconds I could tell that it contained a white button-shaped bug. As you can imagine, the content of the conversation between Xiwei and me has clearly reached the ears of a third party.

Sikong Jiexing and Cai Xiaofo have been staying in the room, and there are two plainclothes policemen guarding the door, when did the enemy get their hands on it?

Xi Wei slept deeply, her black hair scattered haphazardly on the pillow, like a splashed ink landscape written by a famous master, attracting my attention.

"I hope Sikong Xingxing can successfully remove the poison for her, and then I will never drag her into the water again!"

The ever-changing world of rivers and lakes is not something that a researcher like her can understand. On the contrary, Tang Mei, Bai Li and others are the romantic figures who constitute the underworld in the 21st century, and they should stand on the cusp of all the crests and waves. Her hands were once again exposed, and I carefully tucked her back under the covers, then bent down to look down at the pale face.

Her eyelashes were slender and black, occasionally fluttering with a frown and sigh, like the colorful swaying tassels on the luxurious Arabian curtains.

"You won't die, I promise. I smiled and got up, in fact, I also knew in my heart that the same thing should have been said to Leng Xin a long time ago.

The most important task in a man's life is to properly protect his beloved woman and not let her fall into hardship alone. In my memory, I never said anything to Leng Xin to protect her, because she was strong enough to help her in any way.

The phone dropped on the coffee table in the living room rang suddenly, and Xiwei opened her eyes in horror: "Whose phone is it? What happened?" Several hideous bloodshots struck her eyeballs, making my heart hang again.

"It's okay, it's okay, you sleep well, it's my phone ringing. I hurried out, and the phone's LCD screen showed Mitz's number.

"Who—" Syvi raised her voice, but her voice suddenly became hoarse, causing a violent cough that could not be suppressed.

"It's Officer Mitz, don't be afraid, don't be afraid......" I poured a glass of water and sent it to the bedroom, but Xiwei fell asleep in the blink of an eye, and there were earthworm-like green tendons everywhere on her forehead and under her chin, and she was extremely embarrassed.

I pulled out, closed the bedroom door, and picked up the phone.

"Eagle, Eagle, there's something wrong in the hotel parking lot, where are you?" he yelled in frustration.

I replied lightly: "In room 19**." ”

"What? What about my people? Why can't they get through to their phone, where are they all dead? Don't leave, I'll come up right away, we have to have a good talk-the boss said, if there is another murderous case, the first one will pull me to the electric chair......" A series of vulgar slang curses flew into my ears, and there was the sound of the elevator closing with a "ding".

I was stunned for a moment: "His people? The two plainclothes policemen are obviously at the door, how can they not be contacted?"

There will be no communication blind spots in the hotel, otherwise it would be impossible for Mez and I to talk clearly. I walked to the door, resting my left hand on the handle, listening with alarm.

There is only the sound of two people's breathing outside the door, and it is even and long, which should be a lot of internal strength. The waitress had said that she would always wait at the door for a call, but I listened again and again, but I couldn't feel her presence.

"Anyone coming up?" one of them whispered warning his companion.

"Click", the sound of pistol loading immediately sounded.

"Muffler—" I heard the light movement of the metal pipes spinning, and the two men were quite clever in using their guns, preparing for the sneak attack in only half a second, tightening the mufflers for two rapid-fire pistols with miniature flowering rounds, making no noise higher than the light cough of an adult covering his lips.

The staff elevator at the end of the corridor "ding" sounded, and the sound of rapid and heavy footsteps came to my ears. It must have been Mitz, for he was muttering and cursing all the time, slapping and kicking the wall from time to time.

"Kayan, Yakombu—where are you two bastards? Get out! Get out!" his voice rose suddenly, and he had turned into the straight corridor of the doorway.

With Mitz's stinky temper, he was able to rise to today's position by relying on real hard work, rather than drilling camps and shooting horses, opportunistic, so he should have quite a lot of actual combat experience, and as soon as he realized that the situation was wrong, he immediately pulled out his gun. I could clearly hear the "click" of the cowhide holster on Mitz's waist as the spring buckle jumped away, but the two men outside the door were on high alert with static braking, and the guns were more aggressive.

I couldn't see the exact situation outside the door, but I could mentally outline everyone's position and movement just by hearing, and this was the perfect time for me to rush out.

The door was only half a foot wide slit, and I almost squeezed out with a flat body, quietly across the middle of the two men, and slashed at the arm of the man on the right and the shoulder of the gunner on the left. It was enough to paralyze the two of them for five minutes, and they couldn't even move their fingertips.

There was a third person standing in the hallway, a smiling waitress, and in an instant, a thunderbolt flashed in my mind: "How could she not hear her breathing?"

"Eagle, what's going on, who are they—" Miz put away his gun in time and strode towards him.

"Don't—" I only had time to say a word, when a brilliant bright light suddenly flashed in front of me, and I couldn't see anything, so I could only swoop to the left with my senses, hoping to avoid the fatal blow from behind the bright light. The scent of roses of air fresheners floated through the hallway, and my shoulder slammed into the corner, and without pause, I flipped on two sides in succession, grabbed the enemy's discarded pistol with my left hand, and pulled the trigger continuously at the point where the bright light was emitting.

When a series of actions were carried out, I was always in a state of snow blindness, unable to see anything, but the seven words kept jumping in my mind - "Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight......"

A piercing chill stayed next to my left cheek, and a girl sighed abruptly: "I can't imagine that even you are a wasted person?" Eagle, I originally thought that you could completely dodge this knife, and even specially prepared the follow-up 'Falling Flower Four Kills' and 'Iron Bone Meteor Slash'. Now, there is no need for anything, the heroes who are admired by the high-ranking officers of the Marine Corps, and the speed of response is so poor, is there no more master in this world who is worthy of my careful assassination?"

The chill stopped in the middle of my eyebrows, a cold and delicate hand gently wiped my eyes, and the burning pain of the bright light was much worse, and I finally saw the face of the waiter No. 775.

In her hand she held a short knife studded with diamonds, less than a foot long, and all but the gray blade was embedded with large and small diamonds, each of which glowed brilliantly under the spotlight on the top of the corridor.

"Good...... Knife ...... "I moved my thirsty lips, the blade was cold, but the surging murderous energy emanating from her body was like a volcano about to erupt, fighting spirit, scorching and boiling.

"It took seven years for the Japanese swordsmith Oyu Jushiro to forge this sword, but thankfully, he was a low-key and sincere man who never flaunted it to the outside world, and lived a lifelong devout vegetarian diet to forge knives. Eagle, if you had the opportunity to die under this sword, would you feel sincerely honored?"

Her expression had become extremely indifferent, as if she had also fused with the peerless sword that killed her.

"Death is just death, what's the honor or not?I don't even know your name, can I teach me?" I sat up straight, but then I felt that the main joints of my body were numb to varying degrees, and I couldn't gather the strength to prepare for a counterattack.

Ranked ninth among the world's swordsmiths, Osheng Shisanlang was obsessed with casting swords all his life, had no wife and no friends, and only had an abandoned girl named "Apricot Blossom" by his side, so he named this knife "Xiaolou listens to the spring rain all night", which is taken from the ancient Chinese poem "Xiaolou listens to the spring rain all night, and the alley sells apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty".