"Mr. Chen?" Xiwei's soft voice rang in her ears.

I woke up from my dream with my eyes half-closed, and the brilliant golden light in the moment was like a true fire of samadhi that burned away the haze that hung over my heart. If it really is the sea of gold, whether in dreams or reality, it is worth everyone to go through a thousand hardships and dangers to worship it. It is not just a symbol of great wealth, but a great power that breaks through all barriers and can relieve people from all their troubles in an instant.

"Are you having a nightmare?" I don't know how long my right hand was already in her gentle palm, and under my head was the short coat she had worn.

"No, not a nightmare, but a sweet dream. I opened my eyes and met her affectionate gaze.

"Oh?" she smiled, her long eyelashes flickering.

"I dreamed that the Sea of Gold was not far ahead. "The beginning of that dream was a bit chaotic, so I couldn't tell how I ended up in the desert in an instant. However, waking up from a good dream and being accompanied by a beautiful woman is the most wonderful moment in life.

"What, where is the Sea of Gold?" said Thom's voice abruptly.

The noise of the wind drill still came suddenly, and the whole hall trembled. Thom was striding this way, his glasses tilted to one side, his whole face covered in a thin layer of dust, but he looked very excited, especially when he heard the phrase "sea of gold" in the hundreds of noises.

I slowly got up and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"Mr. Chen's light blasting is getting better and better, and I believe that the foundation will be opened soon. I've already ordered KFC takeout, I don't know if it's the right fit for the two of you?" Thom was annoying in his friendly attitude, especially as he looked at Syvi as if he were going to stick to her face.

"Very well, but Miss Sylvie and I want to go out and get some air. Please tell the workers that I will pay me twice as much, but everyone be careful not to cause any injuries. "The Sixth Sense told me that digging would never be easy, and if this was the Loxen's lair, she might show up at some point.

I went back to the lobby with Syvi, and instead of going to the hotel's restaurant, I went out of the building and into a western restaurant on the side street on the west side.

Sylvie has been obedient to me without saying a word.

"It's very weird in the building, and you can't go wrong with being careful. "I haven't fully woken up from my shocking dreams, and the bottomless black hole and the brilliant golden light are unforgettable spectacles.

"Mr. Chen, I have a suspicion that must be raised - every time Professor Leng came to Egypt, he would stay in room 18o6 of the building, and it never changed. I remember that during the two international archaeological conferences the year before last and last year, the organizers booked the best five-star hotel in Cairo City, the Haomen Building, but he still went his own way, leaving everyone and returning to the Moonlight Hotel to live by himself. On the other hand, Professor Leng's travels around the world do not have such characteristics. So I guess that room has a special meaning to him, and by extension, the same is true of the Moonlight Hotel. ”

As she spoke, Sylvie pulled out three square glass boxes from her handbag, containing the specimens of ancient creatures she had shown me: an ancient gadfly, a Nile red-lipped beetle, and a Giza amphibian ladybug.

I have a record of Professor Leng and Leng Xin's previous trips to Egypt, and indeed as Xi Wei said, every time they call back or I send materials, the address is Room 18o6 of the Moonlight Hotel, and it has never changed. However, this does not say that some of the problems may be explained by the psychic quirks of the traveler.

"These specimens had suddenly become keratinized fifteen hours earlier, and if they were not fixed with this amber glass, they would soon turn into powder and lose all research value. Mr. Chen: Generally, once the specimens enter the frozen state, the change process can be artificially controlled, such as through the application of antiseptic liquid and other effective means to prevent them from mutating when exposed to air. When you have seen these three specimens, they seem to have made slight movements, and it is very likely that the spectacle of 'fossil resurrection' will be born. Now, take a closer look at their limbs, which continue to dry up, and only spawn in insects that die normally—"

I picked up the Giza amphibian ladybug and looked at it against the light while listening to Shevie's explanation.

"When the insect's protein is broken down and lost, its carapace automatically collapses, shriveles, and crumbles until it becomes dust. On the contrary, these three specimens have long been specially treated, and it is theoretically impossible to resemble insects that have just died. The reason for this is that I speculate that they once had a recent process of 'resurrection and re-death', but unfortunately we did not observe it with our own eyes. She sighed regretfully, raised the ice water in her hand, and drank it down.

The body of the worm in the glass box was still intact, but the pair of thick forelimbs on the abdomen had been visibly shriveled, and most of the hairs on the front of the limbs had been broken.

I've seen beetles like beetles, beetles, and Poria flies that have been eaten and weathered by ants and are similar to this specimen.

"What is it that brings them back to life and then dies again?" I asked, along the lines of Shevie's thoughts.

"The power of nature?" she replied with a rhetorical question, then shook her head with a smile, "Actually, there is an even stranger but more apt answer, and that is the power of the Pharaoh. According to Egyptian legends, when a certain creature is protected by the pharaoh and ignited, it will have a special life form, completely detached from the laws of nature, and can be reborn from life to death and from death to death countless times. As long as the husk remains, this cycle will continue forever until the protection of the pharaoh fails. In the same way, when the Pharaoh followed the will of the Heavens, he turned his body into an immortal mummy at a certain moment, and then he was free to be resurrected and reborn, walking in different times and spaces. Therefore, the death of the pharaoh was not the end of life, and the death of the mummy represented the true end of the life of the pharaoh. ”

I listened quietly, these legends appeared in many official histories and wild histories, and they were also used by Leng Hannan and Leng Xin as after-dinner conversations, and they were repeatedly recounted, but they were not as beautiful as Xiwei.

"What do you mean, these three specimens have all been under the special care of the Pharaohs?and now the Pharaoh who enchanted them at that time has finally perished, so the specimens have been mutated?"

"That's it. Xiwei nodded, and her face flushed slightly, "I'm a biologist and an atheist, and I know very well that this kind of reasoning will be regarded as heresy by most people, but in fact, how can I explain it if I don't infer the truth of the matter from this aspect?"

If Leng Hannan and Leng Xin were here, it would be a topic that would make them immediately interested. I remember that at last year's African Archaeology Conference, Leng Hannan mentioned a similar topic, the main content of which was "where the soul of the pharaoh belongs".

At the time, the conference organizers were quite critical of his speech and eventually deleted the speech from the meeting minutes.

In the eyes of most people, "the place where the pharaoh's soul belongs" and "the place where the human soul belongs" are both non-existent propositions, just like the mathematical noun "infinite, infinitesimally small", since it is already "infinite", what is the point of exploring its beginning and end?

We sat by the window, and the sun was shining outside the window, and the trees were shady, and those who were here would never think of the weird stories that were born in the Moonlight Hotel.

"Sively, do you know when the moon will increase in size several times as we see it?" I thought of my own dreams, and I was ready to verify the question.

Xiwei was stunned for a moment and then replied with a smile: "Hundreds of millions of years ago, if there were human beings on Earth, we would have seen that kind of scene. At that time, the distance between the moon and the earth was much closer than it is now, so when humans observed the moon, its visual area was about fifteen times larger than it is now—is this the answer that Mr. Chen wants?"

She was smart enough to know that I must have read the same information, and the purpose of the question was just to confirm it.

American astronomers' inferences about the beginning of the formation of the solar system show that there is a considerable process of change in the distance between the planets and the magnitude of gravity, and it took hundreds of millions of years or even more to form the state of the solar system that seems relatively constant today.

Does the moon I see in my dream that big suggest that the dream was born on Earth hundreds of millions of years ago?

But I haven't been exposed to this kind of material recently, how could I suddenly dream of such a huge moon? What's even more strange is that there is also a replica of a Sphinx statue in transit, what kind of mental activity does this series of strange scenes represent?

The steak we ordered had already been served, but I suddenly lost my appetite, and this situation also affected Xi Wei: "Mr. Chen, your diet and rest have not been very good recently, so you should pay more attention to maintenance." Otherwise, how can I do great things without energy and physical strength?"

All kinds of strange things caused by Leng Xin's disappearance are intricately entangled together, which makes the police very nerve-wracking, and they don't know when it will end. At this moment, I just want to chew on a bag of ice cubes to cool my chaotic mind and refresh myself.

"I'm sorry, I'm not too hungry. I smiled apologetically at Shevie, beckoned the waitress to come and asked for a glass of orange juice filled with ice.

As soon as the waiter left, a young man wearing a baseball cap and headphones on his chest pushed the door in with a big grin, looked left and right, walked straight to me, and honestly sat down next to Xiwei.

"Mr. Shagai?" Sylvie frowned, but still maintained the necessary politeness.

It was Charlotte's younger brother Xia Gai, the arrogant and domineering rich kid who came. In the large corridor inside the pyramid, we have met and fought each other slightly.

"I would like to announce that as the main owner of the assets of the Moonlight Hotel, I will now supervise and supervise all the works in the building. All the things that you, Mr. Chen Ying, will do next, and you must report to me in detail, and you must do things under my guidance, and you must not cut first and then listen clearly?"

He stared at me domineeringly, grabbed the orange juice that the waiter had just delivered, and smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth.

"What Miss Charlotte meant?" I asked with a sneer.

"Yes, you can call, ask, ask, anytime, anywhere, and I promise you'll get the same answer, nothing changed. "His arrogance has almost become a personal identity mark, and he will show it without scruples on any occasion.

"Good. I quickly reached out my middle finger and probed him on his wrist, causing him to involuntarily let go, and the orange juice returned to my palm.

"Chen Ying, what are you doing, what do you mean?" he slapped his body on the table, and bounced up, looking like he was facing a great enemy, and immediately attracted the guests in the restaurant to look over together.

"I ordered orange juice, so if you want to drink it, I'll call it myself. I turned my head out the window and didn't bother to pay attention to him. The survey company of the building is already complex and changeable, plus a guy like him is waiting on the side, and he is afraid that he will not be able to do a thing even if he tries ten times harder.

"Okay, good, you dare to use this attitude to me, let's see!" Xia Gai sneered loudly, glancing fiercely at the lively diners.

Xi Wei lost her appetite and hurriedly grabbed her handbag: "Mr. Chen, let's go back to the building, Mr. Xiang, Mr. Trust's work has progressed." ”

Xia Gai smiled evilly and stretched out his hand to stop: "Miss Xiwei, I forgot to warn you about the Moonlight Hotel, and no outsiders are welcome to come in and get involved. So you have been deprived of the right to enter the building, please respect yourself. ”

His fingertips reached out to Sylvie's face, intentionally or not, and another half a foot would touch her cheek.

I put down the glass, tapped it lightly twice on the table, and lightly warned him, "Xia Gai, you take that dirty hand away first." I'm in a bad mood today, so it's better not to me off. "For Charlotte's sake, I can tolerate his arrogance, but I can't see him eating Syvi's tofu openly.

"That's my own business, you just take care of yourself, don't pretend to be a hero in front of me to save the beauty-"

Before he could finish his sentence, his fingers had already fallen into my palms, and I howled loudly like a pig with a gentle blow. I slapped him lightly on the cheek and told him coldly, "It's just a small warning, you'd better stay away from me." With a flick of one arm, he stumbled back five steps and slammed into a diner's back before barely holding his ground.

I walked out of the western restaurant with Xiwei, completely ignoring Xia Gai, waving my arms and shouting loudly.

"Thank you. In such a succinct sentence, Syvi summed up what had just happened.

Next, we should go back to the mansion, but Xia Gai will not give up, and he will definitely make another extraneous branch. Charlotte's temporary arrival of Chagai was tantamount to inadvertently adding a big problem to me.

I took out my phone as I walked and hesitated for a moment before dialing Charlotte. After all, she agreed that I would be able to survey the hotel, and a large part of my work was to find the ancient book for her. If you don't have a good working environment, you will delay a lot of things and waste too much energy.

"Mr. Chen, look—" Syvi gestured to the parking lot in front of the hotel, Charlotte's Cadillac was parked alone, its car shining, reflecting the bright sunlight.

"Charlotte is here herself?" I had just turned around when the side door glass of the car slid down, revealing Charlotte's face.

"Mr. Chen, please come here. She waved her arm at me, the crystal chain on her wrist glittering.

"Go quickly, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, in fact, Miss Charlotte is a person who can do great things together, it is better not to offend her. Sylvie sighed and walked to the side alone, looking gloomy as she walked to the side of the locals' craft shop. Charlotte's huge wealth has put on an incomparably brilliant aura for herself, and an ordinary girl like Xiwei can't be ashamed of herself early, and she voluntarily retreats.

When I got in the car, I smelled the rich smell of wine floating in the air. Charlotte had two blushes on her cheeks, already drunk, and half a glass of red wine in her hand was still gently rippling. The sound system in the car was playing an old English song, soothing and resentful, singing about the first love affair of a boy and a girl.

"Mr. Chen, I asked Xia Gai to ask you, why did you wait so long to arrive?, do you really want to give me this face?" Charlotte glanced at me, her eyes were strange, and her expression was complicated.

I shrugged my shoulders silently and sat down across from her.

"What?" did Shagai say something that shouldn't have been said?" she leaned over, sensing my displeasure.

He said that the survey of the building had to be under his control, and everything had to be reported to him. I answered truthfully.

Charlotte's face changed: "How dare he - I have left the matter of Mr. Chen's mansion to you with full authority, and no one can change this decision except me." Don't worry, I will discipline Xia Gai strictly and prevent him from taking the opportunity to cause trouble. But what you promised me better to be done sooner rather than later. ”

That last sentence was her real purpose in coming to see me.

I nodded, and Xia Gai's obstruction was finally temporarily over, and if he dared to make trouble again, I wouldn't have to take Charlotte's feelings into account.

In fact, the place where Xia Gai should stay most at the moment is his laboratory. He's very smart, and he's currently working on a chemical reagent that will hopefully win the Nobel Prize, oh, Mr. Chen is a big man, and he won't be interested in these things. How about we have a drink?"

She lifted the bottle on the small table and tried to pour it for me, but I reached out to stop her: "Thank you, if there is nothing else, I should go back to the building." ”

You can drink whenever you want, but I don't miss a drink while I'm working hard. Only a rich man like Charlotte has the privilege of drinking whenever and wherever he wants, and there are never more than a hundred people like her in the world, which I did not include.

Charlotte didn't hold me any longer, she just made a gesture of "please feel free", and the smile on her face froze.

I hurried out of the car, and Syvi was already out of the craft shop, standing face to face with Thom. Thom hurried something and gesturing violently as he spoke.

"Mr. Chan is here, please come in with me!" Thom saw me and immediately raised his voice and beckoned me into the building.

"When the workers dug the foundation to a depth of one meter, an ivory sign appeared with ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs written in blood. Thom was a little worried before he ran out to find us. "Sylvie followed me and explained the situation of the birth in the most concise way possible.

"It's a curse, a curse from the Pharaoh!" Thom turned around, yelling in excitement again, echoing in the hotel lobby.

"In the name of Heaven, the seal opens and dies in vain—this is the handwriting left on the ivory sign. Before we see the real thing, we must be calm and look at the problem with the most impartial eyes. Mr. Chen, I think this jade plaque seems to be artificially created to bluff people, and its purpose is just to disturb the thinking of ordinary citizens and take the opportunity to profit from it. ”

Xiwei didn't show much shock, just anxiously analyzed the possible situation.

We stepped into the elevator together, and Tom turned around and stared at me with dead eyes: "Mr. Chen, whether you are an atheist or not, I am sure that this time the sages have left a special warning signal. Come to think of it, the handwriting is smeared with blood, and it is hidden in the concrete foundation, which must be a solemn warning from our predecessors!"

His emotions were overexcited, and his fists pounded against the stainless steel wall of the elevator room in turn, making a loud bang.

"So what? An ivory sign doesn't have to be excited, so the workers have to keep digging, and don't think about anything else. Thom: Everyone does what is in front of them, and all the consequences are borne by me. "I don't want the situation to continue to expand, so as not to alarm the underworld forces on all sides.

When Napoleon's army entered Egypt, a high-ranking officer once said, "If you dig three feet into the desert, you will find the treasure left by the Pharaoh to the explorers." If you have the patience to dig ten feet into the ground, you will soon become a world-famous rich man. ”

Every explorer who came to Egypt always had their eyes fixed on the ground, and only then could their dreams of wealth be fulfilled one day.

Tom's ivory plaque may also be one of the ancient treasures, with immeasurable market value. I advised him to keep a low profile for the sake of his safety.

"You will bear it, no one can afford to open the seal, what you say is completely meaningless nonsense. Thom's emotions calmed down, but he still didn't fully trust me.

The elevator reached the third basement floor, where the noise of pickaxes had stopped, and workers sat on wooden boxes with cigarettes in their mouths and rested.

The ivory card that Thom had spoken of was standing in the corner, twenty paces away, and Sylvie and I could already see the blood-red handwriting. The most striking feature is the two long knives crossed together across a long string of human symbols, and a squiggly line sloping downward, presumably to represent a staircase or staircase.

Sylvie approached the ivory card, reached out and wiped it on the red letter, and put it back on the tip of her nose, sniffing it, her face still expressionless.

The volume of the ivory plaque is one foot square, and the thickness is about six centimeters equal to that of ordinary green bricks, and the whole presents a transparent gray-white color. By today's ivory standards, it was sawn from an adult African elephant and is well preserved so it lasts.

"It was written in human blood, but it has completely dried up, which shows that the history is very old. Now it seems that there is little research value. Sylvie got up, took out a tissue, and wiped her fingers repeatedly.

"Keep digging down, everyone will work harder, and the wages will be doubled—" I know the workers are working hard, but the current form is like an arrow on the bow, and there is no way back.

Tom Chuan ordered to go to the workers' gate and began the enthusiastic work of ants gnawing bones again. As long as they can show the clues, I will definitely raise the prize high so that everyone feels that it is worth the money.

When the hole was dug to a depth of more than one meter, the watch was already pointing to 9 o'clock in the middle of the night, and the three of us turned on all the lights without tire, illuminating the three underground floors like a stage for everyone to perform.

The further down you dig, the looser the material of the concrete becomes, and soon the worker's pickaxe makes a "dang" sound, as if a metal object has been excavated. A worker shouted, "What if there's an iron plate under the boss?"

I hurried over, and a swarthy iron plate appeared in the concrete shards, which seemed to have some kind of writing imprint on it.