2. The killing has begun (Part II)

I walked slowly forward, and when I turned the alley, two girls fell under the corner, cowering. Fortunately, Li Tian's order was issued in time, and the big men didn't have time to tear off their clothes, but they just had a false alarm.

"It's okay, let's go. I smiled faintly.

Judging from Li Tian's exquisite sword technique, it is likely that the tenth brother Xiliang died at his hands. The Yue Qing Gang and the Guardians of the Dead, two groups of people who have never had a holiday, are likely to fight to the death because of the treasures hidden in the desert. Based on the current strength estimates, except for the factor of which side the Egyptian government favors, Gu Zixu is definitely at a disadvantage, otherwise they will not let the other party kill people in their lair and leave.

I put away my knife and headed back to the café, where the counter was already empty.

In fact, as long as there is a competition of interests, it is inevitable that the rivers and lakes will be deceitful and blood-spattered. When this kind of endless killing becomes a kind of inertia, it doesn't matter what is righteous or evil, there is only the fist truth of "winning and losing".

There was no movement in the direction of the cemetery, which made me a little puzzled by the intention of allowing Li Tian to lead the Yueqing Gang to spread wild under his nose, whether he was holding back or deliberately conniving?

"Thank you, sir, for saving your life. The Chinese girl tidied up her clothes and walked out quickly. Her companion hurriedly pushed the door open, bowed his head and left in a panic, without even looking at me.

I picked up the unfinished newspaper on the table and smiled nonchalantly, "It's nothing." ”

"I'm Gu Chuchu, and I hope to have the opportunity to repay Mr. for his great kindness in the future, this is my business card. When her slender hand swept in front of me, it brought up an unknown fragrance, and a pale pink business card was handed over, and seeing that I had no intention of reaching out to take it, she could only withdraw it with a little embarrassment.

"Well, then, I take my leave. She walked towards the door, but took the opportunity to close it again and glanced at me.

I saved her, just for the sake of everyone being Chinese, it is impossible to let a foreign man ** his own sister, and with Li Tian's murderous personality, the only fate for her and another girl is to be abused and die.

The appearance of Li Tian pressed a heavy stone on my heart, because the focus of his attention was also the statue of the Sphinx.

I suddenly felt angry in my heart: "What did Sikong Xingxing and Cai Xiaofo do? These two young people lied to me repeatedly, I really don't know what kind of catastrophe they caused while angering Li Tian?"

With Li Tian's forces, it seems that there is no need to ask the Diamond Killer to come forward, because the power of the Yue Qing Gang is enough to cover the North African region. In Egypt, the boss of the Viet Ching Gang is tantamount to another Egyptian president, with the power to respond to every call. Young people don't know the height of the sky, in fact, death is the easiest thing, a bullet, a knife, an accidental car accident, will easily grab the life of a big living person.

The phone was already in my hand, and I held it back, after all, Li Tian was monitoring the two of them, and if I called back, all the content and intentions would also be exposed to him. In North Africa, Li Tian relied on the power of the Viet Qing Gang, and even the swaggering appearance of a red notice appeared in a clear list, which shows the necessity of counter-terrorism operations on a global scale. The underworld has become a huge cancer of social development, and if it is not eradicated as soon as possible, it will definitely make all living beings in fear all over the world unable to live all day.

I was the last to get out of the café, and after walking down the sidewalk for a while, I hopped into a shabby-looking taxi, circled around several famous mosques twice, hopped on and off a nondescript pedestrian street, and walked into a department store with old windows.

Along the way, I got rid of at least four groups of trackers, and by the time I got back to the street from the mall, I had changed into a denim overalls, a denim baseball cap on my head, and a backpack on my shoulder. From a gentleman in a suit to a coarse cloth worker, it took only a minute, and the details were of course a pair of half-barreled cowhide boots and a pair of brown sunglasses.

Workers or tourists in this kind of attire can be seen everywhere in the eastern and western urban areas, and they will not arouse the suspicion of others wherever they go.

After a leisurely drive through a few blocks, I was sure to get rid of all the stalkers before I casually walked into a car dealership and rented an old-fashioned Mustang buggy.

In the face of the large dollar bills, the bearded old car dealer became generous, invited me to a drink of whiskey mixed with plenty of water, and played a few games on his private pachinko table.

I'm just killing time, observing the situation in the old town by the way. Old car dealers, pachinko stations, bars, and nightclubs are the areas of activity that the underworld forces are most often entrenched in, and these places are always the first to get gossip when there is any large-scale organization and action.

In the mouths of several drunken drunkards, I received the seemingly useful news that the rich widow, Mrs. Charlotte, was offering a bounty for an ancient Egyptian medical dictionary, and in four months, the bounty had risen from $5,000 to $100,000, a twentieth fold.

The bearded man's eyes also began to turn red, I don't know if it was because of alcohol or coveting 100,000 US dollars: "Hehe, if I have that book, I don't want US dollars, just go and sleep with her for one night, it's worth dying." You know? The previous president and the defense minister were both her old lovers, hehe, it is said that half of the money in the Egyptian treasury was thrown by the president on her bed-"

"Madame de Flower" Charlotte is a legend in North Africa, rich and matched, the Egyptians like to compare her to the "Cleopatra" of the year, but she has more means than Cleopatra, and now more than 90% of the aid the Egyptian government receives from the G7 is obtained by her connections. Without it, Egypt would not have the economic and military status of the "second most powerful country in Africa" it is today.

I have seen the photos of this woman, and I have to admit that she is really a strange Egyptian woman, her appearance, self-cultivation, and bearing are all unique in a million, and the European royal ladies and famous Hollywood actresses around the world cannot be compared.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, we only drink, we only have ** magazines at home, if there is really such a dictionary, we will turn over all of a sudden!"

The level of medicine in ancient Egypt was quite developed, definitely surpassing the ancient medicine of China, which is globally recognized. However, it is now the 21st century, and the development of Western medicine and Western medicine is changing with each passing day, but it is incomparable with ancient medical skills. What was the purpose of Lady Charlotte's search for ancient texts?

The drunkards who had been groggy all day couldn't say the name of the book, and I could guess with my eyes closed that it was the book "The Wheel of the Sun". The ancient Egyptians regarded the sky, the stars, and man as one, and believed that all sick people did not move according to the cycle of the sun, which led to the generation of reverse forces, and as long as the sun rotated every moment to work, rest, eat, and breathe, the disease would naturally leave. Those strange theories of astronomical medicine are recorded in the "Wheel of the Sun".

One of the most credible sources suggests that the book was looted by the German Nazis during World War II, shipped to Berlin, and later disappeared along with the world-famous Hitler treasure.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, I left the old car dealership in a pretense of drunkenness and drove towards the West End.

The street leads directly to Cairo's most famous Tahrir Square, and I suddenly remembered what Shevie had said about the Egyptian Museum, Lorraine, and immediately parked the car on the sidewalk and looked at the Egyptian Museum behind the square.

According to Egyptian national law, all precious burial objects excavated from the pyramids belong to the state, and no matter how big or small, they are transported to this museum. Unfortunately, only a tenth of the total number of artifacts excavated arrived here and were shelved for viewing by monetary interests, and most of the gold in the pyramids made their way to the Mediterranean countries through secret underground passages, and then to Europe, the Americas, and Asia along special routes.

"The professor's little lover Lorraine?" I remember once Leng Xin once joked with Leng Hannan in front of me. Their father and daughter are both free-spirited and open-minded scientific research freaks, which are not the same as the daughters who follow the rules in ordinary families and the fathers who sit upright, and they are unruly when they joke.

In this era, many old men like to find a young and beautiful lover to save their dying years. When this trend developed into a fashion, from top to bottom, from officials to the people, from celebrities to mortals, they all rushed to follow suit, and it was spread with relish and flavor in the community.

Lorraine is the next person I'm going to visit, and I hope the professor will open up to her little lover and tell her all the secrets she knows.

I sighed and started the car slowly, just as Syvi's call came in.

"Mr. Chen, I remember a little clue, I wonder if you are interested in listening?" Her mood improved a lot, and her voice returned to normal.

"What clue?" the car slid forward more than a dozen meters and stopped in front of a public phone booth.

I looked at the number on the phone booth and then told her, "Please call this number so you don't get tapped." ”

As a mid-level cadre in the 51st District, Li Tian's operation to monitor the Moonlight Hotel was only a small test, and in the most mysterious agency in American history, any means were the most advanced and beyond everyone's imagination. Fighting against him is really a big thing to worry about.

The payphone rang, and after Xiwei said "hey", she immediately hummed a simple and bland melody with syllables.

I was stunned: "This melody is really strange, it is somewhat similar to the strange text that Tenth Brother Xiliang recited before he died?" Xiliang is not a person with enough musical cells, so he simply imitates the narrative, which may be out of tune. Now, the same melody hummed out of Syvi's mouth, adding a sad and lonely flavor.

"Mr. Chen, this melody is the most often hummed by Leng Xin before she disappeared, but there are no lyrics. I asked her where the melody came from, and she said it was the roar of a lion deep in the desert. However, I knew she was deliberately lying to me, because on two occasions, I heard the professor humming as well. From the conversation between the two of them, I know that the melody comes from the 'Feast of Heaven', from the body of the Sphinx. ”

Her narration was so quick and fast that she couldn't help but choke and cough, and the sound coming out of the microphone was deafening.