I started the car and moved forward, and by the time she had said that, it had stopped in the small square in front of the Sphinx.

Between the empty heaven and the earth, above the desert and yellow sand, the Sphinx stands for eternity, standing there with a posture of perseverance and pride. Its eyes, in particular, are almost the most perfect examples of ancient Egyptian stone carvings, more expressive than the statues in the great temples.

"You wait in the car, I'll go up and have a look. "According to my light skills, it is easy to climb the twenty-meter-high statue, and the purpose of carrying those ropes was originally to help Xiwei go up together, but she is currently injured and will definitely not be able to move.

Xiwei didn't reluctantly support, but nodded obediently: "Okay, if you have something, call me loudly, I will keep the window open, I will definitely be able to hear." ”

I frowned and looked at the statue in front of me, thinking about what Xi Liang said about "white light from the eyes", and I couldn't make an association at all. The statue is undoubtedly lifeless, and it is an ancient stone sculpture that cannot emit dazzling electric light. From this point of view, Xi Liang's words are very doubtful.

"I'll be back soon. "I opened the car door and looked out into the road in case someone was following me and sneaking up. The seemingly calm and tranquil desert hides endless dangers behind the scenes.

Every year, the Egyptian Tourism Authority allocates a large sum of money to renovate the square near the statue and tries to discourage tourists from sneaking up on the statue as much as possible. Despite this, many active young people take pride in taking pictures of the Sphinx's head, ignoring Egypt's Desert Heritage Protection Law, which has been enacted several times.

I walked to the side of the statue, reached out and touched the cold stone base, circled the statue, and after making sure that no one was hiding nearby, I quickly used the light skill of "Tiyun Zong, Swallow Three Copying Water", and went straight to the back of the stone statue.

As far as the eye can see, there is a long stretch of yellow sand on all sides, and the great pyramid is also immersed in the quiet night, as if it has fallen asleep. The car in front of the statue looked so small, and after getting out of the car, Sylvie shrunk back to look like a Barbie doll.

"Did you find out?" she shouted with her palms clasped to her mouth.

With a wave of my hand, I immediately began a careful search from the waist of the statue, hoping to find some kind of secret cave or mechanism. After a long period of exposure to the sun, rain, wind and frost, the back of the statue is covered with deep and shallow scars, and a large piece of stone powder will fall down at the slightest touch of the toes.

"Mr. Chen, do you hear anything?" continued to call Xiwei.

I shook my head and walked slowly towards the statue's head. The range that can be searched is not too large, at least in my opinion, Xiliang was also unfound at that time. He must carry his mobile phone with him when he performs the tasks assigned by Gu Zixu, and if he finds something abnormal, he can notify others as soon as possible.

"What did he do when he found out about the white light? Could it be that he was so frightened that he only cared about filming and didn't even have the courage to make a phone call?"

Xi Liang's death has cut the most important thread in this accident, maybe Gu Zixu and others will be as depressed as me and will not be able to grasp the essentials.

The head of the statue is a little less weathered, and now I am standing on the cover of the Celestial Spirit in the "Human Face" part, trampling under the feet of this monster that cannot be said to be the prototype of creation.

"Nothing?" said Sivee, as she circled to the front of the statue.

"No, it's just a stone sculpture, there is no mechanism or hidden grid, and there are no traces left. I replied calmly, filled with all sorts of question marks, but there were no answers.

Sylvie was even more disappointed than me, standing in front of a spotlight and crossing her waist in frustration: "So, where did the white light you said come from? It can't come from the eyes of this stone carving? It looks like it's just a pair of lifeless things, let alone light, it's impossible to even blink." ”

I leaned down and stretched out my arm to touch the stone carving's eyes. It's really disappointing to go back without discovering anything, in fact, according to Xi Liang's explanation, Leng Xin's disappearance in the white light can be regarded as a wonderful detachment, a noble way to die.

"Hey, stop, Mr. Chen, what are you going to do?" Crivied shouted, "That would bring disaster to all of Egypt, stop—"

I immediately retracted my hand, it was just a subconscious action just now, of course I knew that Egyptian folk also have a superstitious saying that "stone statues have red eyes, the world is in chaos", which is very similar to some stories in ancient Chinese legends, but at that moment, my mind was a little confused, so I stretched out my hand inexplicably.

People in extraordinary circumstances tend to make a lot of unbelievable actions, and I am no exception

"If you don't find out, shall we retreat?" she tightened her neckline and looked around.

Deep in the desert, it was dark as ink, and it was a starless and moonless night, and the incessant howling of hungry wolves could be heard in the distance.

I straightened up, about to give up, but still uncomfortably asked, "Miss Syvi, do you remember the tune of that melody?"

"Of course, do you want me to sing it to you?" she cleared her throat and immediately repeated the melody. Sylvie had a beautiful voice, much softer than when Xi Liang retold the odd syllables, but I had always felt subconsciously that those syllables were a long incantation.

Ancient Egypt was a country full of spells, and the rule of the pharaohs of the past has always been "control of thought instead of control by force", so that this desert country of thousands of miles of yellow sand will be managed in an orderly manner, making the people grovel and bow their heads. According to incomplete research, there are at least more than a thousand kinds of spells found so far.

The statue at my feet seemed to move suddenly, causing my steps to float and my body to sway. Chinese kung fu pays the most attention to solid foundation and gradual progress, so my next kung fu is quite solid, and it is rare for this kind of strange thing to happen, and I immediately bent over and regained my footing. After settling down, I felt that the fog around me suddenly became much heavier, and the air became wet.

Syvi's voice stopped, and she looked up in silence.

"Still not—" I only said half a sentence, and she jerked her hands up in the air, making a "stop" motion, her eyes wide open, staring at the human part at my feet. In that case, my normal reaction would be to poke my head out and see what was going on in the face.

Two hazy white lights appeared in the statue's eyes, and I could not see the source of the light source, but I could clearly tell that the light was coming from the eyes, like two flashlights covered with gauze.

"Light, missing?" a shudder passed through my back, and I took a long breath and leaned myself over the statue to lean farther away and take closer look at the two beams.

Beneath my body was cold stone, and my palms inadvertently touched some kind of deep notch, as if someone had carved something on the top of the statue's head. When I first searched, I obviously didn't find anything, and I would never have missed such a huge carving mark. However, at the moment I was so engrossed in the white light that I couldn't think about what the nick was.

The white light grew stronger and stronger, gradually escalating into two bright pillars of light, piercing the light curtain of the spotlights in the square and piercing through the dense fog directly ahead. It was a light similar to a super-powerful military flashlight, with a strong cohesion, and the end of the pillar of light was never radially enlarged, but went straight forward, as if it could shine all the way to infinity.

"The Sphinx, always overlooking the place where the sun rises, stands forever, witnessing the origin and end of the world. Unexpectedly, I remembered this sentence from the ancient Egyptian bard.

"Miss Shea--" I cried out, still staring at the white light, "can you see the light clearly?

I reached into my pocket as I called, pulled out my phone, turned on the camera, and pointed it at the white light. The high-tech of the 21st century, which combines mobile phones with digital cameras, is truly an invention for the benefit of mankind, allowing you to keep the images you need, when and where you need them.

There was no reply, and I turned my head to look down, and the back of my neck bone made a strange "click" sound, and it was painful. This can only happen in a fixed position of looking down at a book for a long time, and I thought that it was only a few seconds from seeing the white light to now, as if the back of my neck should not be strained to this point.

She still held her arms up, her head tilted and motionless. The strangest thing is that the night wind in the desert is everywhere, but her hair seems to be held in place by a heavy hairspray, and it is also stagnant.

"Shyvi?" I raised my voice, a layer of cold sweat suddenly oozing from my forehead. She looks like a wax figure, and her clothes, all of which are eerily still.

I pressed the shutter and quickly took three or four pictures of the white light, and then I took one of the pictures of Xiwei as well, and then I rolled on my side and landed lightly, and before I had time to stand firmly, I bounced up again and jumped towards Xiwei. When we were three steps away, the feeling of "wax figures" became stronger, exactly like when I visited the London Wax Museum, and I could even smell the special smell of paraffin wax and paint.

"Miss Shyvi, how are you?" I said, trying to keep my composure, as I took off my hat and wrapped my left hand around her wrist. If all the weird things were caused by the white light, I had to drag her out of front of the statue and get her back into the car.

She remained motionless, her lips slightly open, her eyes unblinking, maintaining a contemplative gaze at the white light. The white light formed a strange point of light in her pupils, and it grew stronger and stronger.

"Shyvi, close your eyes, calm down, calm down......" I lowered my voice, grabbing the knife in my trouser pocket with my right hand so that I could be ready for any eventuality. Leng Xin disappeared because of the white light, and Xi Wei fell into a stiff state again at this moment, and I can now understand Xi Liang's extremely frightened state of mind at that time.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled it gently, gasping again. Her body was heavy and stiff, and when her wrists were pulled, her whole body shook as if she were about to fall on me. The wind blew past me, and her trouser legs were blown and rattled, but her hair and clothes were always still.

"What's the matter? She was petrified, like a sinner who was punished by the gods and Buddhas in myths and legends?"

Xiwei's face was slightly pale, and her eyebrows were raised, showing an extremely frightened look.

"Xiwei, are you alright? Let's go back, we'll go back right away. I tried to pull her a second time, and the stiff feeling immediately gave me tiny goosebumps all over my body. The spotlights in the square silently weaved a golden curtain of light, enveloping me and Xiwei, surrounded by a dead desert and endless mist, and between heaven and earth, only the two of us stood here alone.

When I realized that something was wrong, I kept my eyes firmly in control and did not venture to look up at the statue's face. If Shevi was restrained because of those white lights, I wouldn't have made the same mistake anyway, and the top priority was to take Shevi away. Suddenly, I took off my shirt with my backhand and put a thud on Sylvie's head, at least to keep her vision out of the white light.

"Let's go, don't be afraid, don't be afraid—" I carefully wrapped my arms around her waist, picked her up gently, and strode towards the car. Her body is still very light, no more than 50 kilograms, and the stiff feeling like a clay sculpture makes my heart continue to sink.