Chapter 549

Ahmed drove out of downtown Cairo. He booked a room at the resort hotel in helgada and planned to take advantage of this rare holiday to enjoy the sea breeze of the Red Sea.

There is a funny news program on the radio. Probably there was no other news to talk about this morning. The two hosts kept teasing the fire in France yesterday, saying that Napoleon blew off the nose of the Sphinx with a cannon, and now Pharaoh's anger finally burned to the cathedral on Xiti island.

The host's words were very funny. Although Ahmed was unwilling to admit that he was a Schadenfreude, he was also amused to laugh.

"Napoleon... Pharaoh's nose... Ha ha!" the more he thought, the more funny he became. He couldn't help patting the steering wheel, and then the laughter stopped suddenly, because he saw the gray wall on the horizon from the window.

"Asshole! Bitch! Bastard!"

Ahmed scolded the ancestors of the Cairo Meteorological Bureau for 18 generations. He would not choose to take a vacation at this time if he knew there would be a dust storm.

Helgada couldn't go, so he had to go home and sleep, he thought. However, the speed of the sandstorm was much faster than he expected. The light outside the car quickly darkened and the sand rustled on the window glass.

When Ahmed turned around, he almost collided with another car. At this time, the visibility was less than five meters. He reluctantly pulled over and prayed that the wind and sand would pass quickly.

Radio hosts obviously got the news of the sandstorm, but before they could make fun of it, the signal was interrupted. After two loud noises, there was only white noise left in the radio.

The car suddenly shook. Ahmed thought it was an earthquake. He immediately opened the door, covered his mouth and nose with his clothes, and wanted to run to the open lawn next to him. He saw a flash of light in the dark in the distance. Although the wind and sand blocked his sight, he could still tell that it was Giza's direction.

The sand in the wind hit my face and hurt a little. He fished in the wind with his hand. He grabbed some sand in the void and twisted it in the palm of his hand. It seemed hot.

Fortunately, the sandstorm came and went quickly, and the earthquake did not happen. When the wind and sand go away, the clouds are opened like a curtain on the stage, and the sun is vented to illuminate the world.

When Ahmed returned to the car, the voices of two hosts came from the radio:

"This is Pharaoh's anger. It must be that too many tourists disturb their cleanliness. What else can open tourism bring besides increasing garbage?"

"Money, of course!"

"Pharaoh is not short of money."

"But the government is short of money."

"Oh, yes, the government is short of money, but where is the money?"

"Er... Of course, money is spent, such as... To control the desert. Yes, it is to control the desert. You know we live in the desert and we are short of water!"

"Oh, yes, we are short of water! The sea is hundreds of kilometers away from us. Only a poor Nile flows through our city. It's fucking short of water!"

"Well, stop talking. Pharaoh's coffin can't be covered!"

"It's better for them to climb out early, so that our tourism department can make a lot of money again! Oh, wait, it seems that the coffin board of the Pharaoh has long disappeared."

"Pharaoh still wants to control the desert after he lives. Guess what they will do?"

"I guess... Uh... Pharaoh will let the Egyptians use Alipay!"

……

Ahmed didn't want to listen to the nonsense of the two sand sculpture hosts anymore and turned off the radio.

"Lack of water?" he picked up a bottle of mineral water, looked at the pyramid pattern printed on the bottle a little funny, then opened it for a drink, puffed out of the window and rinsed the sand in his mouth.

Just as he was about to restart his trip to helgada, Ahmed's cell phone rang. He glanced at the phone, frowned and answered:

"Hello, director."

"Where are you, Ahmed?"

"I'm on my way to helgada."

"Haven't you gone far?"

"No, it was blocked in the suburbs of Cairo by the damn dust storm. Hey, hey, I don't sound right. Don't tell me that the vacation is cancelled. My hotel is a special room and can't be returned."

"The vacation is cancelled, brother."

"Oh, shit! I'm not your brother. I don't support 996. If you cancel my vacation, I'll take off my pants and parade on the street!"

"That's really big news - the best detectives in Cairo run naked in the streets on the day of dust storm!"

"You won't come, will you?"

"I'm not kidding you. Just now, there was a slight earthquake in Giza, the underground palace was found in the pyramid, and tourists died in it. Now the military and police have blocked it."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"Pyramid expert Alef is already on his way. I don't want to be robbed of the limelight by other departments and make something unfavorable to us, so I need experienced and reliable detectives to accompany professor Alef down and take some decisive measures when necessary."

"Shit!" Ahmed scolded in English.

"I understand English, Ahmed. Go now. I grant you the highest authority to make decisions on the spot. As for your attitude, I'll tell you when you report back."

……

Ahmed looked at the highway entrance not far ahead and turned around helplessly. At Giza, his car was stopped by armed soldiers.

He showed his ID and asked, "Why are you? Shouldn't it be the police?"

After verification, the soldier returned the certificate to him: "the peak order, we are only responsible for vigilance."

Knowing that the soldiers knew nothing, Ahmed crossed the cordon and walked in the direction of the pyramid.

Tourists were gathered in an open space. Military and police were distributing drinking water to them and warning them not to go away without permission.

Among them, seven or eight tourists were gathered in one place alone, as well as two patrolmen with camels and a person wearing work clothes in the scenic spot.

A familiar policeman saw Ahmed and greeted him.

"What's going on?" asked Ahmed.

"When the sandstorm arose, a slight earthquake shook open the entrance to the underground palace under the Khufu pyramid. At that time, a group of tourists were in the pyramid, and several tourists went down."

"Then?"

"Died in it."

"How did you die?"

"I don't know."

"Who found it?"

"They," said the policeman, pointing to two patrolmen with camels.

Ahmed walked over and saw two patrolmen with their heads down and a pool of vomit on the ground.

The policeman said to the two patrolmen, "this is Sir Ahmed. Please repeat the situation just now."

"We were patrolling behind Menkaura," said one of the patrolmen, "The sandstorm came without warning. We had never encountered such a thing before. After the sandstorm passed, we heard tourists shouting here, so we came and asked. They said that an underground palace was found in the pyramid, someone went in and heard screams. Later, I maintained order outside. Bassemu and Abdullah went in together to find tourists. Bassemu, tell the officer , what do you see? "

The policeman who called bassemu raised his head and stammered, "all are dead. The people inside are dead. There are ghosts and ghosts!"

"How many died? Tell me what you saw." Ahmed really didn't understand how this guy became a policeman.

"Four, four or five... He... They..." Barcelona suddenly vomited again.

The person next to wearing the work clothes of the scenic spot said, "let me tell you."

"Who are you?"

"I am the administrator on duty here, mainly to prevent tourists from climbing and destroying the pyramids at will. My name is Abdullah Rashad Rashid buzibrahi izgerahi zisharasha mudzhile."