Chapter 555

"Hello, director." Ahmed spits out the sand in his mouth, answers the phone, crosses the Giza highland and quickly leaves the scenic spot.

"Where are you, Ahmed?"

"I'm... On my way to helgada."

"Haven't you gone far?"

"Sorry, chief, I've gone far." Ahmed stood by the road and watched the military police in the distance begin to block the scene. "I've got on the highway and will be in helgada in about four hours."

"Your boy walks so fast!"

"Hey, hey, I'm not quite right. Don't tell me that the vacation is cancelled. The hotel I booked is a special room and can't be returned."

"The vacation is cancelled, brother."

"Oh, shit! I don't want to be your brother. I don't support 996. I just want a poor holiday, and I really can't come back on the way."

"No, no! Even if you take off your pants and parade on the street, you have to come back!" the director was obviously a little angry.

"That's really big news - the best police detectives in Cairo run naked on the street on the day of dust storm!" Ahmed went out and killed him. He didn't want to go to the pyramid again. "I don't think you want to see such news, especially the police chief in Cairo running naked on the streets of helgada!"

“Shit！”

Ahmed heard the director scold in English and hung up his cell phone.

……

Five days later, after enjoying the Red Sea holiday, Ahmed drove back to Cairo police station from helgada. He is ready to be trained and even transferred to remote areas to manage public security. Even if he no longer wears police uniforms and returns to the mosque to serve the elderly imam, he is not willing to say more about things in the pyramid.

He tapped on the director's door.

"Ah, Ahmed, you're back just in time." the director doesn't seem to want to break him up. "There's a case you're just going to deal with. It's a little tricky. Others may not be able to do it."

"What case?" Ahmed was happy to handle the case as long as it wasn't about the pyramid.

"Professor Alef is dead," said the director.

Ahmed's heart sank. He was really afraid of everything.

"But five days have passed. Hasn't the case been handled yet?" he said.

"Five days?" the director was stunned. "Oh, no, no, he died yesterday. The body is still parked in the forensic room."

"Yesterday?" it was Ahmed's turn to be surprised. "What's going on? Didn't professor Alef go to the pyramid?"

"You know that? Your news is really well informed!" said the director happily. "I don't forget to care about Cairo during my vacation in helgada. Good job, Ahmed!"

Ahmed knew he had lost his tongue. He didn't want people to know that he had been to the pyramid with Professor Alef, whether it was a dream, cursed by the Pharaoh, or through time and space.

He coughed awkwardly twice and said with a smile, "ah, yes, share the worries for the director! Well... Nothing happened on the day of the dust storm?"

"It wasn't a big deal. The earthquake opened the underground palace entrance of the pyramid, and several tourists and vendors in the scenic spot who wanted to go in for treasure hunting died in it. This is normal. Human nature is greedy. Who wouldn't be greedy when they see treasure!" said the director, "But now things are a little troublesome. Professor Alef locked himself in the Institute after he came out of the pyramid, but he died yesterday."

"Nothing happened to him in the pyramid?"

"No, he was fine when he came out."

"What about the others? The ones who went in with him?"

"Others are also very good."

Ahmed felt a little strange. Things were a little different from what he expected. He asked, "so how did those tourists die? What new discoveries are there in the underground palace?"

"Oh, this is a first-class top secret, but you are about to take over the case. You have the right to know." the director looked mysterious. "A mask older and more precious than Tutankhamun was found in the underground palace. Unfortunately, Hufu's mummy was not found. The tourist's death was very tragic. The cause of death is unknown. According to Alef, he was cursed by the Pharaoh."

"Curse?"

"We don't believe it either, but Alef died last night, and the two gendarmes who went to the underground palace with him also died. Here is the autopsy report, you can have a look." the director threw a document in his hand. "The government has blocked the pyramid and no one is allowed to go in again. Of course, if you want to go in, I can apply for it for you."

"Well, as like as two peas." ah, no, I won't go in! "Ahmed said that he had taken the coroner's report and only once looked at it to make sure that he had gone through a dream, and that Alfa's death was exactly the same as those who died in Palace of the Earth.

He suddenly remembered Abdullah, the scenic area administrator with a long name who saved his life, and asked, "where's Abdullah? Is he dead, too?"

"Abdullah?" the director looked puzzled. "Who is Abdullah?"

Ahmed suddenly understood that Abdullah didn't go down with Alef. He remembered that he appointed Abdullah to go down with him. Naturally, Abdullah would not go down without him.

He felt a lot easier in his heart, and the little worry and guilt caused by his escape disappeared.

"Oh, maybe I remember wrong. You know I just finished my vacation and my mind is still soaked in the water of the Red Sea!" Ahmed said perfunctorily.

The director said, "then pour out the water in your head. From now on, Alef's case will be handed over to you. Remember, everything about the pyramid and this case is top secret!"

Ahmed nodded and withdrew from the director's office. When closing the door, he heard the director say "hit", but he was not sure whether it was aimed at him or something else.

……

Alef's death was really strange. He has a semi official and semi private research institute, which is said to be the only unofficial Research Institute in Egypt. All are qualified to study Pharaoh mummies and cultural relics.

He died as like as two peas in the Palace of the Earth, where he died in the mummy room. His stomach was cut open, his nose and upper jaw were opened, and his internal organs and brain except his heart were missing.

Blood fingerprints were found at the scene and in the pyramid underground palace, but strangely, the fingerprints could not be extracted. The police judged that the murderer was wearing leather gloves, but his fingers were very thin.

Two soldiers responsible for protecting Alef and a female intern in the Institute also died. According to the results of the on-site investigation and the forensic autopsy report, their methods of death were slightly different.

The Female Intern's blood detected residual ether, which should have been injected with anesthetic before death. The incision in her abdomen was flat and cut with a sharp metal knife such as a scalpel; Her skull was opened and her brain was removed, rather than digging it out of her face like others.

The two gendarmes died relatively violently. Their necks were broken before their internal organs and brains were removed. Alef was the worst. He was a live viscera and did not inject anesthetics. That is to say, he is not dead yet, watching his stomach cut open and his viscera pulled out bit by bit. But strangely, the scene and autopsy proved that he had not struggled.

From the point of view of the wound, the murder weapon that opened the belly of Alef and the two gendarmes could not be a knife, but a sharp cone, which was consistent with Ahmed's judgment when he was in the underground palace of the pyramid. Experienced forensics gave a fantastic guess - nails!