The occasional crisp cry of an Egyptian parrot could be heard outside the window, and neither inside nor outside the building had yet to react to the gunfire coming from here, and the police car was far away.

The world in the Middle East has been very unquiet in recent years, so the people of this vast region have learned to protect themselves calmly. Although Egypt is not part of the Middle East, the blood of the people of the two places has been closely linked since ancient times.

"Mr. Chen, why would someone try to attack me? I haven't done anything myself, just a researcher who doesn't seek fame or fortune and doesn't tend to be inflammatory—" She tilted her face, her dark eyes seemed to be covered with a faint layer of grievance.

At that moment, my heart felt as if it had been pierced by a sudden spike, and a sharp pain exploded, and I couldn't help but whisper: "Oh...... Wei ......"

"What?" she raised her slender eyebrows in surprise and smiled shyly.

I didn't call her, but I remembered a very tragic past. In the past four years, I have devoted myself to cultivating internal strength, forcing myself to forget this episode, I thought I had succeeded in doing it, but at this moment, the dusty memory was reopened by Xiwei's weak eyes.

"Mr. Chen, what's wrong with you?" Xiwei's shocked expression made me realize that I might have lost my temper, and my internal organs were burning and aching, and it seemed like fire was going to erupt from my lips to my throat in an instant.

I pushed her away and bit my lip tightly until a layer of cold sweat quickly oozed from my body, and the burning fire slowly weakened.

"Nothing, I'm just a little bit uncomfortable. The police car will be arriving soon, don't be afraid. I avoided her gaze, and tried to be angry and angry, hugging Yuan Shouyi, and suppressing all the old things that had been flooded again. I don't want to mention those things at all, and I won't talk about them to anyone.

"With you, I'm not afraid. The professor said that you are an omnipotent superman, and any problem that comes to your hands will be solved immediately. Ancient beauties are matched with heroes, only a girl like Miss Leng Xin, who attaches equal importance to wisdom and beauty, can really be worthy of you. ”

She moved, moving away from me a little, except that her shoulders were immediately exposed to the cover of the long table.

At the moment when she moved her body, the glass of a floor-to-ceiling window fell down with a "bang", and she couldn't hear the gunshots, let alone see the trajectory of the bullets, but a brilliant blood flower suddenly burst out on Xiwei's shoulder, like a furious plum in the white snow in the middle of winter, and it was sprinkled all over the two of us.

I felt the smell of blood on my lips, it was her blood, and a faint sweet smell immediately filled the air.

"Poison bomb?" I shuddered, grabbed her by the wrist, and hugged her back in my arms.

Sure enough, where her shoulder was grazed by bullets, the flesh that should have been white took on a strange burnt black, and the black was slowly spreading irregularly around, like a bottle of ink that had just been poured into the river.

The killer was patient and kept crouching behind the scope waiting for an opportunity, so we didn't have a chance to leave from behind the long table. After all, there are still five steps from behind the table to the door, and there will be two seconds of body stillness when the door is opened and rushed out, and at that time, Xiwei's bodies and I will be as large and conspicuous as black bears in the snow in the other side's sniper scopes.

Xi Wei **, her cheeks and lips pale at the same time.

I leaned closer to her wound to observe, and the sweet smell was getting thicker and thicker, and the charred flesh showed signs of festering, which showed that the poison soaked in the bullet was quite violent.

"Mr. Chen, I feel like I'm out of breath, isn't the wound serious?" Xiwei turned her head with difficulty, and aimed at her shoulder out of the corner of her eye.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, I have to help you clean the wound, there is a little pain, don't be afraid. "The situation was urgent, and I couldn't explain much to her, so I immediately took out a knife, picked it on her shoulder, and cut off a piece of clothing the size of a palm. The top priority is to suck the poisonous blood clean and stop the toxin from entering the heart along the blood vessels.

"I'm not afraid. "Her hands around my waist and her face against my chest.

I made two cross-cutting cuts on the two-penny wound with the lightest of strokes, and then expertly squeezed the muscles near the wound, and the blue and purple poisonous blood immediately flowed outward, exuding a strange fishy smell.

She hugged me so hard that she didn't make a sound.

When the blood stopped coming out, I put my lips against the wound, sucked hard, and spat on the floor next to me. This is the only solution at present, if you bet your hope on the ambulance, I am afraid that Xiwei will die at the worst, and her arm will be wasted at the least, and she will be a forever regret.

After four or five puffs, the burnt black color near the wound disappeared. I breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, finally-"

She still didn't move, and I looked sideways at her face, and it turned out that she was unconscious. A girl who is so slender and delicate is almost 100% unable to bear the pain of being forcibly rescued without anesthetic, and it is better to pass out in a coma, at least to reduce the physical torture a little.

"Wei—" I called that name in my heart again.

Chen Wei, my only sister, if she can live happily to this day, she may have a promising career, a boyfriend who loves her and cares for her, and a warm and peaceful home. However, she was killed in a car accident four years ago, and she was transformed into a small urn and buried forever in the Hong Kong Island Cemetery.

She was very well-behaved and obedient, and when I told her, "Wait until I come back to protect you", she leaned into my arms every time and looked up at me with that hurt fawn-like look. In her eyes, I am an all-powerful hero, a young king who makes more than 20 underworld people on Hong Kong Island bow down. She believed every word I said, and believed in the brilliant future I painted for her, but unfortunately-

Xiwei's complaining eyes were very similar to her, and at that moment, all that surged up in my heart was watery warmth, and I felt that Wei's life was suddenly resurrected in Xiwei's body.

The sirens finally sounded in the distance, and the police always showed up at the most inopportune moments, at least at this time I wanted to see her more closely, and put all the care I had wanted to give Wei to her.

Life is far more varied than drama and movies, and I just came to investigate Leng Xin's disappearance, but I inadvertently harvested another surprise in my life. She was still unconscious, her eyelashes drooping, her nose fluttering faintly, and a small knot in her eyebrows. However, the threat posed by the poisoned bomb has been removed, and she will be healthy after only a week of recuperation.

I stared at this pale and delicate face, couldn't help but lean over and kiss her on the tip of her nose, and silently called out in my heart: "Good sister." ”

The footsteps of the police filled the hallway, and the killer must have left.

I gently picked up Syvi and stared at her face with a smile, my heart suddenly filled with warm hope. Back then, Wei regarded me as an invincible hero, and now, she says the same, I will not let them down, and I will solve all the mysteries until all the little people who are ready to move in the dark are brought to justice.

The killers left no clues to follow, leaving the police in a state of exhaustion, and had no choice but to interrogate me again and again, asking all sorts of bizarre and stupid questions.

I dialed Meez's number, and when it mattered, he was the best partner and immediately drove to the police station to pick me up.

"Miz, I'm going to find Mingyue, go now. "I got into his car, and before I could sit down, I was already smiling and telling him, while pressing a few stacked large bills under his cigarette case.

Without the slightest hesitation, Miz immediately stepped on the accelerator and rushed out of the black gate of the police station.

The car drove eastward, passing through the rows of high-rise buildings, and gradually the road became narrower and the buildings on both sides looked dilapidated.

Cairo's Old Town is an important item on the World Heritage Association's protection list, and no real estate developer will dare to touch every plant, tree, brick and tile unless it is authorized by the president, but to be honest, the old town is so old and old that just erasing the modern street lights, cars, and telephone poles will immediately make people think that they have broken into the mythical world of the Arabian Nights.

Miz pulled out the phone and dialed a number slowly.

When the other party answered the phone, his voice was irritable and domineering: "Who are you looking for?"

Miz reported his name, apparently to no avail, and when he explained his intentions, the other party sneered loudly: "We have never had much friendship with the police, if we want to investigate the case, we should find someone else." "The man's English pronunciation was very strange, stiff and crappy.

This time, Miz was very calm, and there was a smile on his fat face all the time: "Please tell Miss Mingyue that there is a Mr. Chen who wants to see her, and there has been an agreement between them." ”

The other party was stunned: "Mr. Chen, is it Chinese?"

Miz chuckled, "Yes, of course. He raised his hand and scratched his hair, and quickly pinched the bills and put them in his pocket while I wasn't looking.

"Okay, you wait. The other person's tone gradually softened.

Miz turned his head to look at me: "Mr. Chen, the other party has reported, you have to wait a while." I have to remind you first, Mingyue has a very special position in the undead guardian clan, if she were not a girl, she would definitely grow up to be the absolute leader of this team. So, please think more about how you communicate with her—" he grimaced, pointing to a large area of low buildings in front of him, "In the past, there was their lair, the largest cemetery in Cairo, which the locals usually call 'the City of the Dead.'" ”

I nodded: "Thank you for your hard work." ”

He never asked me why I was looking for Mingyue, and he never mentioned the matter of Sikong Xingxing and Cai Xiaofo, let alone the shooting that happened in the Research Association, which made me start to have a certain good impression of him. The power of money is really enormous, it can change his habit of talking and chattering, and it can also make a senior police officer work for me conscientiously and maintain a high level of professionalism.

Two old women in colorful headscarves walked up to each other, each carrying a heavy black canvas bag. In the alley to the left, a few lazy young locals staggered out of the door of a small bar, their hands in their trouser pockets, looking all the way this way.

In the rearview mirror, a slowly soaring jeep also approached, and in the car sat two thin middle-aged men, dressed in the national costume of the Egyptians, but with cowboy baseball caps buttoned on their heads. Both of them had bulging chests in their chests, probably hiding some kind of weapon that they didn't want to show.

Miz's hand slipped off the steering wheel and reached for the pistol.

I stopped him in time: "Don't move, the other party is too numerous and dangerous." ”

This large group of seemingly ordinary civilians formed a large web that slowly shrouded me, blocking Mez and me in this narrow little street. On the rooftops of the left, front, and right, figures were shaking, and at least two sniper rifles were secretly aimed at me, but the snipers were too fearless, and the sniper camera kept reflecting the daylight without hesitation.

Miz muttered, "These guys don't take the police seriously. ”

He obediently gave up drawing his gun, after all, with more than twenty gunmen, the power of a police pistol was too insignificant.

"Hey, we're here to see Miss Mingyue, don't get me wrong. I'm Senior Police Officer Mitz, a friend of the Twelve Elders, and a friend of Miss Mingyue......" Miz opened the car door and was about to jump out of the car, but the oncoming old woman had already drawn a muffler pistol and aimed it at our faces.

I sat calmly, staring at the spire in the distance.

The blue sky is high and clear, which is something that the people of Hong Kong Island will never see, because all they see every day is a gray sky that has been polluted beyond recognition by the city. If there is no oppression of the death of the expedition team, it is very pleasant to do a tour of the old city of Cairo in this weather.

Miz closed the car door again, sighed and leaned back: "Mr. Chen, we can only wait." ”

I smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Miz, how are my two friends?

The skill of "Diamond Killer" is extraordinary, I just want to remind Miz again, don't let Sikong Xingxing and Cai Xiaofo have an accident.

Miz smiled and replied in a low voice: "Hehe, don't worry, I transferred fifteen people from three sub-bureaus to the hotel, with three layers of protection inside and outside." Mr. Chen's confession, dare not be unsatisfied?"

I have money to pave the way and do things, and it seems that I can put my mind at ease for a while.

In fact, Sikong Xingxing is not too greedy for money, and every time he steals, he just wants to be famous and "fun", so as to maintain his title of "King of Thieves". As for Cai Xiaofo, there is so much money in the bank account that he doesn't even bother to count it, and a person who doesn't even care about Microsoft's heavy invitation, his thirst for money has been reduced to the minimum, and ordinary numbers have long been unable to impress him.

It seems to me that these two people are interested in the "Sea of Gold" at the same time.

Time seemed to stand still, and Miz and I waited quietly for twenty minutes under the watchful eye of the gunmen.

Mitz stared at the LCD electronic clock on the driver's platform anxiously, and sighed more and more frequently: "Mr. Chen, why don't we go back?"

He looked in the rearview mirror at the situation behind us, and in addition to the jeep, several other motorcycles were also showing their heads in a few alleys fifty meters away, and the target was naturally aimed at us.

"This group of undead guardians has a lot of appeal in the old city, and other underworld forces have never dared to touch them, let alone the police. It is said that after the end of the war in Iraq, most of the scattered stragglers came here to avoid the limelight, bringing with them a lot of heavy weapons. Alas, things are really difficult to do now, the weapons of the underworld are more elite than the police guns, and once we fight, it is we who will suffer—"

Mitz's hand inadvertently touched the horn button, and the car immediately let out a long "drop" sound, startling himself and bouncing out of his seat.

"Don't be nervous, Mitz, we're here without malice, we're their friends. I comforted him with a faint smile.

Mingyue had invited me, but now it's just an appointment. According to my past life experience, even the most murderous underworld organizations will follow certain rules, as long as everyone is under the same rules, they will naturally be safe.

Suddenly, there were whistles one after another outside the four directions, soothing and melodious, like singing.

I breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay. ”

Sure enough, the gunners in the high place slowly dispersed, and the jeep behind also turned around and drove away, and the two guns pointed at us were also put away.

A middle-aged man with a slightly sallow face paced out of a tavern on the side and greeted me with his arm raised: "Mr. Chen?"

He also wore a gray turban on his head, but his clothes were clean, and the leather shoes under his feet were polished.

"That's Guhan, the diplomat of the Guardians of the Dead, watch out for his left prosthetic arm, it's a submachine gun. Also, when he laughs out loud, he shoots and kills......" Miz said a few words hurriedly, and Guhan strode up to our car and raised his hand to help me pull the door.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze scanned up and down my body like a laser flashlight.

"Mr. Chen, Miss is invited, but please be alone, Officer Miz can return. He wore a black leather glove on his left hand, and his elbow was stiff, and it was indeed a prosthetic arm.

Miz said "oh": "Mr. Guhan, Mr. Chen is a friend of our director, I hope we can get along peacefully, and don't go around with tension, okay? Also, since I brought him here, I must ensure his safety, do you understand this?"

Gu Han smiled sadly: "Mr. Chen is a friend of Miss, we know what to do. ”

I jumped out of the car and waved at Miz: "Don't worry, I'll call you again." ”

Chinese like to say "if you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger", and besides, this is not a tiger's den, and I have no intention of taking anything from Mingyue.

Gu Han led the way, lifting the gray felt carpet hanging at the door of the tavern, and a spicy smell of bad wine came to his face. I strode in, and Miz honked twice behind me as she slowly walked away.

Everything in the tavern seems to be gray, from the walls and ceiling to the wine bottles on the shelves and the dishes and chopsticks on the tables. Behind a row of tall counters, several blank-looking waiters stood stiff, their eyes moving with my footsteps.

In the cramped hall, a dozen or so drinkers sat sporadically, each with his hands in his trouser pockets, 100 percent buckled to the handle of his gun.

"Mr. Chen, please follow me. Gu Han rushed ahead and lifted a felt carpet again, and in front of him appeared a long and narrow stone staircase, which continued downward.

"Where's Miss Mingyue?" I asked, straight to the point.

"In the temple. He replied succinctly, and with the flip of a switch on the side, a row of fluorescent lamps lit up, and the eerie-looking stone steps became bright.

"Let's go, Mr. Chen?" he urged, "Are you afraid that our undead guardians will kill us for money?"

I shook my head with a faint smile and walked forward again.

After passing through this underground tunnel, which is about 200 steps long, I breathed in the fresh air of late autumn again, but we were already standing in the middle of a large mass of high and low tombstones. After more than a hundred steps along a bluestone-paved path, Gu Han pointed forward: "Mr. Chen, Miss is over there." ”

In front of it, there is a row of low bungalows, the roof is tileless and brickless, covered with a whole sheet of iron, and it looks dilapidated and cold. If this is what Guhan called the "temple", it would be too child's play.

As we approached the tin room, the swarthy door opened, and a man in a gray robe flashed out with agility, and whispered a word, and Gu Han also whispered back. Anyone with a little knowledge of the rivers and lakes understands that it is a "password" to identify their own people, but I am surprised that they speak vague Chinese.

If I heard me correctly, the gray-robed man called the word "anti-Qing", while Gu Han replied with the word "Restoration of Vision", which together is the slogan "Anti-Qing Restoration of Vision".

It was a sentence in a specific period of history, the early Ming Dynasty died, the Qing Dynasty was prosperous, and all patriots were led by the Zhu family in the Ming Dynasty to carry out anti-Qing actions one after another, but as more and more people realized that the Qing Dynasty emperor governed the country in a good way, and the peaceful and prosperous era showed signs step by step, the so-called "anti-Qing and Ming restoration" has become a word that exists in name only.

The replacement of the country and the rise and fall of the dynasty have nothing to do with the ordinary people, no matter who sits on the country, as long as the people can live and work in peace and contentment, it is a good court and a good country. The wheel of history is irreversible, and the blood of those people with lofty ideals has only stained the tops of some people with ulterior motives in the end.

I have always kept a quiet smile, even knowing that the people of a small African country thousands of miles away from Chinese mainland cannot say the words "anti-Qing and restore Ming."

"Brother Ten, is it convenient for Miss? Mr. Chen, whom she invited, has arrived. Gu Han's voice was lowered.

"Mademoiselle is waiting for the guest, please come in, sir." Brother Ten nodded to me. He stands in a rather strange manner, with both feet on their toes at the same time, and his steps are vague and fluttering, as if he will pull his legs and run at any moment. It can be seen from this that this person's light skills must be very powerful.

I stepped through the door, descended four flights of steps, and stood in a large, brightly lit room.

The bungalows look inconspicuous on the outside, but the interior is cleanly decorated, neat and elegant. The ceiling, walls, and wooden floors are all white, and on the left wall is a large white fireplace, which is blazing and hot. On the door on the right, there is a curtain of gold and silver threads inlaid with a rich peony pattern, which hangs straight to the ground.

There was a faint smell of incense wafting through the room, with a refreshing hint of sweetness.

The phone in my pocket rang suddenly, and I naturally reached out to get the phone, and the tenth brother who was following me quickly rushed up, and the ten fingers twisted my left hand through the trouser pocket, and laughed in a low voice: "Mr. Chen, don't move, I'm offended." "His ten fingers were so explosive that they were like real steel cuffs, and they went straight into my flesh.

Gu Han used a silent pistol to press hard against my back, and his movements were agile and unobtrusive.