The story is actually very simple, when dealing with the murder of the ponytail, the madman Edge, is accompanied by the neighbor Sarah to the police station, and then the hostess and Miz fall in love at first sight and enter the stage of passionate love.

"Nobody wants to work in that kind of place for long, and Sarah is just forced to do it. She moved to Egypt from Somalia as a refugee, and ZF was unable to provide a job offer at all......"

Miz's nagging problem started again, and I could only interrupt him kindly: "Miz, congratulations, you've found a wife you like, call Aji out if it's convenient, I want to talk to him." ”

Love at first sight is one of the most wonderful feelings in the world and I would happily wish them well, but there are still many big things to do at this moment.

"He's on the third floor, but Mr. Chen, in order to repay your help, Sarah wants her little sister to be with you for a while. How can you do without a woman around you for a good person?Elena, Elena......" Miz screamed at the kitchen drunk, with an ambiguous smile on his face, and grabbed my wrist and refused to let go.

I broke Miz's hand and strode up the narrow wooden staircase.

There were two women in the kitchen responding to Miz at the same time, one was Sarah, and the other was crisp and tactful, presumably a young girl's voice.

After four turns in a row, I stepped onto the third floor. It's a messy hall, with no bedroom at all, just a big house full of paper, drawing boards. The walls on the left and right sides were blocked by thick books stacked to the ceiling, and a strong musty smell drifted downstairs.

Everywhere you look, you can see at least ten or more drawing boards leaning crookedly against the easel, paint boxes, and dried brushes thrown on the ground like firewood sticks. Every time you take a step forward, you will step on a different pattern of drawing paper and make a sneering movement.

"Agey. "I couldn't see anyone, I could only scream.

An unkempt head sticks out of a half-human-tall pile of waste paper: "Who? Who's calling me?" he was wearing a pair of heavy nearsighted glasses, his face was painted with various shades of paint, and he stared at me stunned, as if he were looking at a monster falling from the sky.

"I was asked to come by Sarah Chen. "I've had the experience of working with mentally ill people, who, although confused, can remember the people around them.

He crawled out of the pile of papers, walked over to an old gray sand, and sat down with a thud, causing dust to fly everywhere.

"Sit. He pointed to a square stool across the sand, "You are the one hundred and fifty-fifth who has come to listen to the story, and this means that I have repeated the story of the 'Sea of Gold' six hundred and fifty-five times. According to Professor Clay of Yale University, the value of the story has depreciated by a factor of 655, and when converted into monetary units, the value is infinitely close to zero. So you just listen and ask without having to pay an extra dollar. ”

Judging from this passage, his thinking is completely correct, and the so-called "madman" is nothing more than a broken hat deliberately put on his head by those who listen to the story, who think his narration is too weird.

"I can pay as long as your story is interesting. I blew the dust off the stool and slowly sat down.

"How much to pay?" he took off his glasses, his two white and black eyes staring at me deadly.

"Ten thousand or 100,000 dollars? You can get more if the story is interesting." "I don't care about his attitude, because he is the only person in the world who has ever been to the "sea of gold". Of course, I hope that his story is not too flawed, and it is not the kind of scoundrels in the desert who deceive oriental tourists.

"Whoa," he laughed in a hoarse voice, pointing one hand at me harder, and finally laughing breathlessly, and had to grab a piece of waste paper and wipe his tears.

There are only two small windows on the front of the third floor that are half meters square, and the darkness outside the windows naturally creates an eerie atmosphere with his strange and terrifying laughter.

"100,000 dollars? What are you kidding? For a person who has seen the 'sea of gold,' a mere 100,000 dollars is just a small drop of water in a rainstorm? I told you that you heard a story that has depreciated 655 times more than 655 times, and you don't have to pay for it, you know?"

He laughed enough, curled up in the sand, like a badly wounded lost dog.

I laughed silently, and the people who could live in such an environment and still treat money like dung were not much worse than the poor madmen of ancient China. Since Miz has decided to marry Sarah as his friend, I will give him a sum of money as a gift, and indirectly count the reward for Age.

"That year I was sketching in the desert of the Giza Heights. In the view of the art academy, a mature painter must strengthen his understanding of the cause of painting through tens of thousands of sketches and writings, but I am deeply disgusted by this. Sketching is about depicting one's understanding of the object of the painting, when you don't know anything about it, what's the use of simply copying the appearance?"

He waved his glasses and spoke as impassionedly as a professor standing in front of a podium.

"There is no doubt that I was communicating with the desert at that time, and I wholeheartedly experienced its desolation, vastness, vastness, and vastness. When one's mind truly merges with the desert, one feels only silent awe. The nature beneath our feet has existed for 10,000, million, or even 100 million years, and human beings are too small to inhabit it. ”

If I had been an anxious listener, these two passages alone would have become infamous. Obviously to talk about the "Sea of Gold", he first pulled out a speech that digressed thousands of miles.

"The ancient Chinese had the sentence 'The desert is lonely, the smoke is straight, the sun sets on the long river', Mr. Age, what do you think of these two poems?"

When we talk in English, the ancient poems are naturally translated into sentences that do not rhyme, and they are somewhat similar to the scarlet sentences that we usually read, which makes him have a small misunderstanding: "Oh, do I have such a deep and unique thinker?"

The 5,000-year-old cultural accumulation of a large country is enough to make the Chinese stand at the forefront of communication with nature, and those popular poems are even more treasures that have been passed down through the ages.

"Mr. Agee, it was written by an ancient Chinese poet when he entered the northern desert from the city, and it has been passed down for thousands of years. "I patiently explained to him.

Aiji rolled his eyes and groaned for a few minutes, slapping his thigh: "It's good, it's really good." This kind of sentence makes me feel as if I have seen the most beautiful mirage in the desert, the green smoke is flying, the sunset is like blood, and the whole desert exists for me alone at this moment. So I went into hallucinations—not hallucinations, but I realized that what I was seeing was real. ”

I didn't bother him anymore, just sat up straight and waited for the next step.

Piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting are the four skills of self-cultivation, but while improving one's self-cultivation, it is very easy for people to become obsessed. There are tens of thousands of allusions to ancient Chinese piano addicts, chess addicts, book addicts, and painting addicts, and in fact, looking at the world, Van Gogh, Chopin, Mozart and the like can be called a "fool".

Aiji is not well-known in the painting world, but I believe that as long as he is obsessed with this way, even if he is unknown all his life, he has reached the highest level of personal cultivation.

"I saw a huge deep pit, with tens of thousands of people sweating profusely digging and carrying the stones up from below with their shoulders and forming a circle of embankments around the wide edge of the pit. The diameter of the pit was hundreds of meters, and when I stood on the edge of the pit and looked down, I couldn't see the bottom of it. The clothes worn by the workers were extremely primitive, and I could not understand the language in which they communicated with each other. At first, I thought I was entering a mirage in the desert, and everything was nothing but illusory light and shadow, so I stepped back some distance and quietly observed it all. ”

The beginning of the story is indeed strange, as we all know, the Giza Heights are endless sand dunes except for the pyramids and the Sphinx statues, and there are absolutely no bottomless pits. I have the impression that even if I searched the whole country of Egypt, I couldn't find the landform he was talking about.

"A man in golden armor suddenly descended from the high platform on the right and walked straight towards me. He was quite tall, with a golden mask shaped like a sphinx over his face, all the way up to me. I didn't care at all that his mind was still mesmerized by the desert beauty before he fell into the hallucination. ”

He gradually fell into reminiscence, and the situation at that time was like this-

Edge thought it was a mirage, and he had nothing to do with the people and things in front of him, but the general suddenly said, "Who are you?

Through the masked general's voice, it seemed strange and eerie, but it was Arabic that Aggie could understand.

Naturally, Aegie replied, "Why can't I come here? The Giza Heights are the national territory of Egypt, and every subject of the pharaoh is free to go and leave the desert." At the time, it seemed to him that Shen Keng and the general were probably set characters from a certain movie, and he had just strayed into the filming scene.

The general asked, puzzled, "Then the queen sent you?" Edge didn't understand what he was talking about, and he didn't know who the "queen" meant. If he were in a British colony, he would probably think that "queen" meant the queen of England, but now that he is in power in an independent country, the president of Egypt is a man, so what is the "queen"?

"Tell the queen that everything is going well, and that the pharaoh has agreed to all the terms of the deal. However, the change in constellation has led to the continued anomaly of sunspots, and the difference between Pluto's absolute distance from Earth is getting higher and higher, which is the point that worries us the most. The gravitational pull of the moon causes uncertain changes in the earth's tides, making the earth's rotation uncontrollable, which affects the thickness of the atmosphere at any time. In short, there are still many difficulties in landing, especially the light energy radiation of the Sun to the Earth is more than a thousand times that of Pluto——"

Aegie was inexplicable when he heard that he was obsessed with painting, and he rarely even watched the news on TV, let alone these boring astronomical terms.

"In this case, no Plutonian can walk on the surface of the Earth, but at least 500 meters underground. It turns out that the theory of 'survival below sea level' that Pluto scientists once came up with is simply not true. The Jupiters' knowledge of this theory is five times higher than that of Pluto, but their advance party has long since died in the Earth's oceans. The reason for this is that the absorption capacity of seawater for light energy is greater than that of the soil at a depth of 500 meters, and the radiation resistance of the soil at a depth of 500 meters is at least 2 kilometers deep. The Jupiters couldn't overcome this, and their sea diving ships had long since been crumbled by the pressure of the sea's own forces—"

The general's words made Aegie unable to bear it anymore and shouted: "Shut up, don't go on." ”

At this moment, the bottom of the pit suddenly shot up, and ten thousand golden rays of light sparkled straight into the sky.

Edgie remembered that he had reached the Giza Heights in the morning, and that it could not have been dark in a few hours, but now that there was no sun in the sky, the surrounding scenery was fading and dimming.

"What's that?" he was startled by the golden light, thinking it was some kind of underground explosion.

"Didn't the Golden Queen we used to exchange territory make it clear?, what the hell did she send you for?" the general asked as if he had decided that Edge was one of his own.

Aggie has terrible interpersonal skills, often offending others because of her simple and rude tone when conversing. Now he ignored the general's question, and just waved his hand vigorously: "Take me to see-" His life was very embarrassing, he had only seen gold in the mall, but he had never really owned it.

The general respectfully led him to the back of the high platform and stopped in front of a small wooden house. The house was only two meters tall and three meters square, and it was not sturdy on the outside, so Aegie was disappointed that there must be very little gold stored inside.

"I want to see the gold at the bottom of the pit, what did I bring here?" Age thought that what could produce ten thousand golden rays of light at such a depth must be mountains of gold, which had nothing to do with what was in this hut.

The above is a lengthy account of Edge.

The man downstairs did not come up to disturb us, and after talking for so long without tea or drink, he did not feel thirsty, nor did he have any abrupt expression on his face, but spoke in a somber voice, interspersed with an occasional sigh or two. At this point, my sixth sense suddenly burst out, "That's an elevator! It's an elevator, isn't it?"

Any construction expert knows that it is fanciful to build an elevator in the desert to lead underground, because the sand has no bearing capacity at all, and it will always slide down at a natural inclination. Any building in the desert needs to be supported by concrete bored piles that go deep into the ground and reach the sedimentary rock layers.

The unfathomable pit, the strange-faced general in golden armor, the golden light in the dark night, the cabin in the desert - when all the dotted clues lined up in everything, it was as if I had a flash of inspiration in my mind to accurately capture Edge's thoughts.

Edge was startled, "What did you say?"

I woke up to the fact that I was in a hurry and said the word "elevator" in Chinese, of course, he couldn't understand it. So I explained to him in English: "I guess it's an elevator." You told the general that you wanted to see the golden light at the bottom of the pit, and he had to use some kind of passage to get in, and he wouldn't jump directly into the pit from the edge of the pit, right?"

Aggie looked at me steadily, suddenly dropped the nearsighted mirror in his hand, and with a strange scream, he bounced towards me.

I calmly sat with my arms folded and steady, not dodging or dodging.

"How do you know?

I couldn't explain the things of my sixth sense to others, so I could only shake my head slowly: "I don't know, it's just a guess." ”

Edge grinned again, straightened up in front of me, and thumped his fists on his chest seventeen or eighteen times like an angry and roaring gorilla.

Hurried footsteps sounded on the stairs, Sarah was the first to rush up to Age, grabbed his arm, and shouted, "Age, Eggie, stop thinking about those things, calm down!"

Miz and another young girl followed, only to reach the third-floor entrance before stopping.

I gestured to him: "It's okay, he's a little emotional, but I think I'll calm down soon." ”

The reason why the other party is so excited must be that my guess is completely correct, and it completely says what he wants. Imagine if he was absolutely alone in the aftermath of the General and the cabin, but now another person suddenly jumped out and revealed the mystery, as if he had witnessed everything with him.

"I'm fine, I'm okay - you're the devil, you're the devil......" Agey raised his right hand, the dirty fingertips reaching up to the tip of my nose, a bleak smile on his face, his eyes were so wet that tears were almost about to come out.

I grabbed his wrist and used the "tiger step, arm wrestling" in the Northern School of wrestling and waved him back into the sand. The moment the two bodies touched, the tip of my elbow gently pushed against his heart, causing him to fall into a coma for a moment, and he hung his head heavily against the sand armrest.

Sarah was startled, covering her mouth with her hands in her hands, and stepped back to Miz's side.

"Let him sleep for a while, otherwise he will be too emotional and will affect the blood supply to his brain. I calmly explained to the other three.

The young girl's anxious eyes were mixed with infinite adoration, and the eyes kept rolling on my face, but I had no time to care about her walking towards the pile of waste paper.

The song is a song that draws the heart. If you want to know what is going on in Edge's head, just look at his paintings.

As far as the eye can see, golden animals such as cows, sheep, horses, and deer can be seen everywhere on the broken and curled paper. If it weren't for the "Sea of Gold", it would be possible to see him as a complete "madman".

"Mr. Chen, is he really okay?" said Mitz, who was halfway awake from his wine.

"Actually, I've heard that story countless times, so I can tell you in detail, don't push him anymore, okay?" The expression on Sarah's face was very painful, and I had reason to suspect that she and Edge were not just neighbors, but it was Miz's business, and it was none of the outsiders.

I told Sarah and the girl to go downstairs and get a big bucket of cold water, and wait a moment for Edge to wake up and dip her head in the bucket so that her mind would be clearer.

Miz sighed bitterly, pacing back and forth in front of the broken sand.

The book against the wall is divided into two parts, one a pictorial work and the other Egyptian history. The fact that the former was dusty and the latter was mostly rolled up with raw edges proves that Edge's interest had long since shifted from painting to the study of history.

"Sarah is a good woman, and all her savings are invested in these books, because Aigie says that one day he will dedicate the 'Sea of Gold' to her. She used to love him so madly that she even went to work at a bar and sold her body to provide for the two of them, but now after a long wait, she was completely numb—" Miz sighed, and a fierce hatred came over his face, and he made a "pinch" motion towards Edge's throat.

The hand of fate is turning the clouds and rain, there are always people who will be hurt in the bumps of life, and I understand the pain in Miz's heart at this moment. Perhaps he can be a flower messenger who descends from the sky to bring Sarah out of the shadow of Age.

I patted Miz on the shoulder, "Be kind to Sarah, you'll be happy." ”

Miz exhaled a deep breath and tried to control his emotions: "Mr. Chen, I was still worried about financial matters, but you gave me so much help - from now on, as long as you tell me, even if it violates the internal discipline of the police, I will be obligated to help you." ”

The philosopher has long said that money is not everything, but no money is absolutely impossible. If there is enough money, Meez can allow Sarah to live a carefree life and get out of poverty once and for all.

"You've helped me too much, and the murder of the three Meez's 'Hades' organizations should have been your credit, but I really didn't do anything. Now I need a report on the actions of the underworld forces in Cairo, no matter how big or small the gang is, no matter what they do, in short, all the information, especially the three factions of the Dragon Hall, the Guardian of the Undead, and the Viet Qing Gang—the sooner the better. ”

Miz is very important to me because he still retains the inherent simplicity of Africans in the depths of his mind, which is especially rare in urban police.

"I immediately asked someone to do it, and I made a copy of the electronic information and sent it to the Moonlight Hotel. He agreed, but then frowned and asked, "The gathering of Asian gangsters in Cairo is not going to hold the so-called 'Jianghu Conference', right?" Mr. Chen, in that case, I will first let Sarah fly to Europe with Yelena to hide, so as not to be affected by the gangsters. ”

He really cares that any disturbance in Sarah's situation makes him think of the other party first.

I shook my head flatly: "The hearts and morals of the underworld in the 21st century have long since dispersed. Only fight separately, there is no 'Jianghu Conference', rest assured. ”