5 big head lowering master Mai Ye

My heart hung up all of a sudden: "Finally, the poor dagger has been met, and the target of the Tang Sect is that legendary treasure." However, a new question immediately appeared, what secrets are hidden in the "Fire of Prometheus", which can be more coveted by the Tang Sect in Shu than the "Sea of Gold"?

Aunt Tang's call was also very short, and after receiving the line, she threw the phone to Wang Lao Wu, raised her face and let out a sigh, and her brows were furrowed.

"I want to see Tang Mei, Aunt Tang, that information is indeed very important. I tried to remind her.

She snapped her fingers, and a wisp of green smoke immediately appeared in the room, carrying a spicy smell. Within a second, the dizziness of the sky swirled up, and the water bottle in my hand hit the ground, and the whole person slid limply off the bar stool.

"I'm going to ...... Seeing ......" the water in the bottle was bubbling and my consciousness slowly blurred.

"Aunt Tang?" was the first thing I said when I came to my senses.

"It's me, are you okay?" it was Sylvie's voice, my right hand being held softly by her, my nose filled with the fragrance of her body.

When I opened my eyes, I first saw the chandelier on the ceiling, and when I looked around, I was lying on the big bed in the bedroom, and there was only Smiling Xiwei beside me. She changed back to her old clothes, all the buttons and zippers were neatly zipped, and instead I was wearing beige pajamas from the cupboard.

"I ordered two new suits at an Italian designer store in the city centre and they were delivered in four hours. Officer Miz left a message asking you to pay attention to your appearance, because many media reporters are concerned about the bloody incident in the parking lot and will come up to interview them at any time. She let go of her hand and embarrassedly pulled the quilt for me, covering her exposed forearm.

Daylight covered the windowsill, the clock on the wall pointed to twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and I realized that I had been asleep for four hours.

"Xiwei, what about Aunt Tang, did they hurt you?" I saw that the red dots on her eyebrows had deepened a little, almost purple.

"Mr. Chen, when I woke up, it was only you lying on the sofa in the living room, and there was no one else. Officer Miz collapsed on the carpet by the door, also sleeping soundly, but he soon woke up, talking a little incoherently, and wondering how he could have slept by the door. He wants you to call him as soon as you wake up and ask for advice on something important. A narrow smile flashed in Shevie's eyes, and she didn't seem to be aware of the battle taking place in the living room.

I guess it was Aunt Tang who took away Wang Lao Wu and the two gunmen outside the door, with so many hostages in hand, the Tang side will be comfortable making any deals, but what happened to Miz, don't you remember what happened in the corridor?

Sylvie answered Meez's phone for me, and his voice sounded very depressed: "You drove in that broken car in the underground parking lot? What the hell are you doing? Also, my people are obviously guarding the door of your room, but now their bodies are being dumped in the garbage truck in the hotel. I took the staff elevator to the eighteenth floor to look for you, I don't know what happened, I woke up lying on the carpet by the door, and there was a big wet piece under my body, alas, please, don't make trouble for me again, okay?"

He said a lot of things like a cannonball, and I couldn't interject at all, so I could only wait for these complaints to come to an end before I smiled and replied: "There are always all kinds of violent cases in the city, and this is the same in any metropolis in the world, otherwise why would the country have so many policemen?"

Miz laughed twice, and I could imagine that he on the other end of the phone must have a smile on his face that was worse than crying.

"So, do you have any clues for me? Do you want to send someone to guard you, or do you simply move to the police station so that there will be no trouble next time?"

I reminded him in a loud voice: "Miz, many times, people who know too many secrets tend not to live long. On the contrary, the less you know, the happier you will be, right?"

The chaos and ferocity that is about to take place in Cairo at the moment is not something that a police officer like him can completely control, and I will only kindly mention it for his sake.

Miz was silent for half a minute, and let out an earth-shattering sigh: "Alas, you are right, in another four years, I will be able to survive until I officially retire." Last time I went to Alexandria on vacation, I liked the waterside sun villa over there, if I could get out of the police world, I would go there to spend the rest of my life, of course, there are beautiful chicks around......"

"That's right, Miz, forget about this morning, for a man who can forget the unpleasant things from time to time will be able to live a relaxed life. ”

With his vigilance, he will never ignore some abnormal situations, even if Aunt Tang uses extraordinary means to make him amnesia, it is impossible to forget it completely. I really want him to understand that active forgetting is better than passive amnesia.

"Yes, I'm feeling good now, thank you. When I left in the morning, I asked Miss Sylvester to stay and take care of you in the name of the police, there is a saying among the Egyptians - 'Don't miss it when you have camel meat to eat', my friend, I hope you will understand my painstaking efforts, and have fun in time, hehehehe...... "I can tell that he really had an epiphany, and the psychological pressure has been thrown away.

During my phone conversation with Mitz, Shelvie obediently retreated into the living room, and waited until I took the cord before returning with a small silver-plated bowl.

"Mr. Chen, this is the Spanish sea cucumber soup that I have told the kitchen to make for you. The Spaniards had many interesting taboo breaks, such as the black sea cucumber from the island of Thanyaba, which could break all the curses of the Egyptian pharaohs. She handed me the bowl and pointed to the piece of paper on the bedside table, "That's Miss Leng's handwriting, right? I've seen her handwriting, but I didn't expect an archaeologist like her to believe in the existence of a curse." ”

The same piece of paper has been turned around in the hands of Wang Lao Wu, Tang Da Niang and Xi Wei this morning, but everyone's performance is different.

I leaned over and looked at the empty garbage can, the tissues and bugs were gone, it seemed that it was the hands and feet made by Aunt Tang, I was wrong to blame Wang Lao Wu at the beginning.

Xiwei sat down in front of the bed, her expression was very natural, as if we had known each other for many years, and there was no difference between them.

I coughed lightly, "Miss Shyvi, I want to be alone—" Miz kept her for me, with good intentions, not realizing that everyone who remained with me at this moment could be in danger. She's a good girl and deserves a sunny future, not desperate to stay with me.

Xiwei was stunned: "Mr. Chen, it was Officer Miz who ordered me to stay here. ”

I shook my head resolutely: "I want to be quiet, please go out first." ”

Xiwei blushed, got up slowly, and smiled reluctantly: "Okay, I'm in the living room, something calls me." ”

I didn't drink the bowl of sea cucumber soup because I had no appetite at all. If something happens to Sikong Xingxing and Tang Mei is entangled in the Thai underworld, no one will be able to spare time to remove the poison for Xiwei. Time flies, I've been delayed for five hours, and then I have to - "There is one more person who may be my last hope!"

Within five minutes, I had changed into a white tracksuit in my suitcase and strode out of my bedroom.

Xiwei immediately got up from the sofa: "Mr. Chen, you want to go out?"

I smiled and nodded, walked to the bathroom, combed my unkempt hair in front of the mirror, sprayed a little mousse on it, and looked a lot more energetic.

"Mr. Chen, do you want me to accompany you?" she followed, pleading in a low voice.

"No, you stay here, I'll go see a friend, maybe he can find a way to get rid of the poison from you. Remember, call the police when something happens. "My eyes only fell on the mirror and deliberately stopped looking at her. Miz advised me to have fun with Shevi, but I couldn't, and I didn't want to drag Shevi into the vortex during this extraordinary time.

"Well, I'll wait for you. Sylvie was frustrated and slowly retreated.

When I went downstairs, I was still on the staff elevator to avoid colliding with the reporters who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic. Now it's time for me to be in the dark, and with the heavy ink rendering of the media, I'm afraid that I will become a news figure in Cairo next, and everything I do is like standing under a mercury lamp, and others will see it clearly.

The entrance and exit of the truck at the Moonlight Hotel was very quiet, except for a security guard holding a newspaper sitting lazily in the duty room, glancing up at me with a blank face and then lowering his head again, all his energy focused on the obscene tabloid.

I hailed a taxi and told the driver to head north, straight to the Crown Tower in the northwest corner of the city.

The young driver was quite clever, and while pressing the accelerator to the bottom and speeding away, he looked at me in the rearview mirror: "Sir, are you going to see Master Mai Da Lower? I have good smuggled cigarettes in the trunk, and if I give them to him, I will definitely get the most good prayers——"

The buildings passing through the windows on both sides are getting lower and more dilapidated, and the destination we are going to, despite its name, is actually a suburban office building with extremely depressed business. Cairo's urban architecture is so unbalanced that its bustling business district is comparable to that of the wealthy in a big American city, but as soon as you step out of the elevated ring road, it immediately feels like entering a chaotic and squalid slum.

The driver was constantly selling me his goods, from cigarettes to lighters, from black market perfume to knives and guns, more dedicated than a real grocery store owner. I ended up gagging him with a piece of paper so as not to make myself dizzy again.

He didn't guess wrong, I really went to see the big head bower, but I didn't go to worship and pray for blessings.

As we drove up a potholed dirt road, a kilometre away, the dark grey Crown Mansion stood in the middle of a large cluster of low-rise houses.

"Sir, that's where Mai Ye lives, and the entire top floor belongs to him, and every time it's a free blessing day, the road is clogged up—" This time, his chatter was interrupted by the ringing of my phone, and he sighed intently, concentrating on driving, lest he be so bumped by the potholes on the road that he couldn't even get out of the steering wheel.

The call came from Fu Bo, and the first sentence was straight to the point: "Eagle, Bai Li just called, she and a team of Thai underworld masters are currently transiting in Madrid, Spain, and will arrive in Cairo in about five hours." The battle between the snake king and the Tangmen in Shuzhong is unavoidable, and the people from Thailand are all masters of snake repellent, you should know that the Thai people's poisoning skills are the top in several countries in Southeast Asia. ”

I didn't know how to answer him for a while, but I was surprised that Bai Li's speed was so vigorous and resolute, which was better than that of the "Snake King" Bai Injury.

The taxi stopped in front of the concrete steps of the Crown Building, and the driver jumped out of the car and graciously opened the door for me.

"Eagle, are you listening to me?" Mourning Bo became agitated, doubling his voice.

"I'm listening - a friend has been poisoned by Tang Mei and needs urgent treatment, so if there is a glimmer of possibility, I also hope that this fight will not happen, at least postpone it until twenty-four hours later. Fubo, I thought you could dissuade Miss Bai, but now it seems that things are worse than I expected. ”

I stepped out of the taxi, handed the driver a bill, and walked up the steps. The environment where the Crown Building is located is very harsh, with a thick layer of dust falling on the steps, and the corners on the side of the steps are full of garbage, and I don't know how many days it has not been cleaned.

"Tangmen poison? That's not good. Well, I have a friend who may be able to help, who had an affair with the Tang Sect when he was young, and who spent the next twenty years studying the method of using the head-lowering technique to crack the poison, and is said to have achieved quite a lot. Go to him now, and give my name—"

At the end of the stairs was a dilapidated iron fence gate, with a wooden sign in black and white tethered to the left side of the fence, with only a crooked "wheat" written on it. The building is a five-story building, and there is no elevator, only a narrow walking ladder to the left of the foyer.

"Are you talking about Master Mai's big head lower?" I walked upstairs, the phone signal was interrupted, and the earpiece kept rustling.

"It's him, he owes me a big favor, and it's time to pay it back. "I was moved by the enthusiasm of the mourning waves, and this time we thought of Mai Ye one after another, and we went to the same end.

"Okay, I'll go right away, thank you. "I didn't tell him that I was already standing in front of the door.

"Well, good luck to your friends. He sighed and reeled.

"Bai Li is coming, how should I inform Tang Mei? Or should I stand on the opposite side of the Tang Gate and watch them fall under the siege of the Thai masters? Or should I inform Miz to mobilize the police force in Cairo to temporarily disperse this firefight and give Bai Li a time to calm down?"

After walking nearly 100 steps, there is an iron fence in front of you to block the way. The fence, painted in haphazard black and white paint, was erected from the ground to the roof, tethered to the staircase railing on the left by a thick iron chain. Behind the fence is a five-metre-long concrete-floor corridor with red spells written on the ground, reminiscent of the intertwined roots of an old banyan tree.

I rang the old-fashioned electric bell on the wall, and a girl with long hair falling to her knees quietly appeared at the end of the hallway, her gray robe dragging to the ground like a ghostly ghost.

"I want to see Master Mai's big head lower, please let me know. I called out to her, and there was an immediate buzz in the dilapidated hallway.

She walked slowly, her feet disappearing under her robes, carefully treading the open space between the charms.

"Miss, I want to see Master Mai's big head lower. When she stood behind the fence, I smiled and repeated.

"Kalalangdon, Kambiaton, Da Nini?" she muttered, palms clasped to her chest, bowed deeply to me, her long hair spread out like a pitch-black waterfall, but a few locks of blonde hair faintly flashed between the black hair, and it was extremely dazzling.

I knew a thing or two about the dozen or so native languages spoken in Egypt, but the language she spoke was clearly not within my knowledge.

She unchained the chain, pulled the fence open with a clatter, and stood by the door with her head bowed respectfully, this time in very fluent English: "Please come in, Master Mai greets your guests in the living room." ”

The head-lowering technique is unfathomable, and the head-lowering master has a variety of special functions, and television is one of the most common anomalous techniques, so I am not surprised that Mai Ye will predict my arrival.

After crossing the fence, I followed the footwork of the girls, carefully tiptoeing through the open space between the charms. Turning the corner of the hallway, there is a large living room ten meters square, and the floor is covered with a handmade carpet that is so dirty that you can't see the background pattern.

"Welcome, Eagle. A fat middle-aged man sat down at a low table and waved his right hand at me enthusiastically, but did not rise to greet him.

"Master—"

I also folded my palms and was about to bow to him, but I held the tip of my elbow in time for the girl next to me: "The distinguished guest is not polite, and when he enters this room, there is only wisdom and morality, and it has nothing to do with age." "She smelled of bitter herbs on her body, and when she waved her sleeves, the smell was even stronger, reaching the tip of my nose.

An indescribable expression of melancholy or relief passed over the fat man's face: "That's right, the Dragon Elephant Girl's opinion is very correct. Here, everyone and every life are equal, things and self are forgotten, and people and insects are not distinguished. ”

He raised his fat right palm and slowly covered it over a round glass fish bowl on the low table. There was no water in the fish tank, let alone fish, only piles of yellow sand.

"Sit. The girl reached out and pointed to the other end of the low table.

The three windows in the hall were covered with gray tulle, and the light was slightly dim, but it didn't interfere with my vision. Five years ago, I met Mak Ye at the Heads Descenders Conference in Kuala Lumpur, and at that time he was in his prime, and he had a very high status in the Global Federation of Head Descenders.

After five years, he is slightly fatter than before, but his arrogance has subsided a lot. One of the most noticeable changes is that he used to wear five rings on the five fingers of his right hand that symbolized the high status of the head descender, but now none of them are gone.

"Eagle, give me an hour, you're in a hurry, and I'm in a hurry—" Mai Ye stared nervously at the back of his hand, no longer looking up at me.

I sat down cross-legged and nodded silently.

The most protruding part of the fish tank is about a foot in diameter, and the bottom and mouth are indented at the same time, and the diameter is not even half a foot.

The girl known as the "Dragon Elephant Girl" knelt horizontally, her long hair dragging on the ground. She had big deep eyes, dark eyes, and every time she turned, they looked like a sudden splash in a deep well, and she looked completely different from ordinary Egyptian girls.

There are very few famous masters in the industry, and the one who can be called a "master" by Mai Ye should not be an unknown person, but I have never heard of her.

The gauze curtain moved with the wind, and the mottled light and shadow were cast on the three of us. The sound insulation of the glass windows was so good that only the heartbeats of three people were left in the hall, and gradually, I was surprised to find that I was the only one, and it was steady and gentle, maintaining an average of 60 beats per minute. As for the two of them, there was no heartbeat at all, and their chests and noses did not rise and fall, like two sculptures.

Sixty minutes of silent meditation was quite difficult, but I had to be patient.

On the wall facing me hung a complete crocodile skeleton, the gray-white joints glowing with golden light, more than four meters long from the roof to the corner. I stared at it for a few minutes, amazed at the fact that such a large specimen of crocodiles had no wounds all over its body. Normally, a crocodile killer would hit the crocodile's skull with a tranquilizer gun, subdued the behemoth completely, soaked it in 50% hydrochloric acid, refuted the crocodile's flesh with acid decay, and then dried and shaped it to obtain a perfectly shaped specimen.

The only flaw in this procedure is that it leaves a pinhole in the crocodile's skull, which lays the groundwork for the decay of the specimen in the future. To date, this is the only flawless large crocodile specimen I've seen.

"Guest, can you help me answer a question?" the dragon elephant woman began, but there was no obvious sign of pulses beating on the sides of her neck. I can only guess that the other person is a master of yoga and can obtain oxygen with the help of non-respiratory organs, so he can speak fluently without having to breathe.

"Master, please say—" I used the name that Mai Ye called him.

Indian yoga is a kind of internal skill that accumulates over time and advances very slowly, and it takes at least seventy years to practice to the point of becoming supernatural, but she doesn't even look like she is twenty years old.

Mai Ye was still staring at his palm, his eyes unblinking, like an old monk in a trance.

"There are some weirdos on the earth who are born without pain, from life to death, never know what 'pain, itching, numbness, soreness, swelling' taste, and they themselves do not have any immunity. The rate of existence of such people is about 1 in 500,000, which is an extremely special case, but I know that military medical experts in the United States have developed a kind of 'soldier man', by removing part of the tester's nerve to eradicate his pain, and in the way of nurturing it, it has created tens of thousands of strange people. With your expertise, can you tell me what the end of the 'soldier' will be?"

Her question was a big surprise to me, because it was a matter that had nothing to do with the environment in front of me.

"Why do you ask this?" I hesitated before responding cautiously.

"I don't know, but there are a lot of question marks in my memory, about tens of millions, and I have to find all the answers...... All...... Answer. The level of intelligence of the people of the earth is uneven, and the answers to questions are also very different, and I can feel that your brain cells are four hundred times more active than ordinary people-"

I shook my head abruptly and quickly cut off her words: "I don't understand what you're talking about?"

"You know, you know. She looked up, her dark eyes rolled, and a feeling of dizziness rushed into my mind, as if I was in a deep well, and at the bottom of the extremely cold water, I would suffocate at any moment.

"Please stop, I'm going to fight back-" I felt her probe my mind activity with her superb "mind reading", mixed with rather evil "hypnotism". When this invisible power surged, the "Body Protection Divine Skill" that I had cultivated since I was a child naturally started and was ready to go.

"Fight back?" her eyes widened suddenly, and her light increased several times.

I took a long breath, sat in the same position, and instantly moved back five meters, leaning my back against the windowsill. She pursued her like a shadow, clasping her palms together in front of her chest, forming a strange handprint I had never seen before, and calling out in the strange local language of the previous one: "Kankan Havina, make it difficult—"