Chapter 556

When Ahmed was about to get the internal surveillance video of the Institute, there were some unexpected twists and turns. The management of the Institute told him that although the Institute is semi private, the monitoring network is connected to the National Museum, and the monitoring can only be checked at the museum.

When he arrived at the National Museum, he was told that the Cairo police station had no authority to view the monitoring of the National Museum and had to get a higher order.

This made Ahmed wonder: why is a small semi private research institute connected to the National Museum? The Cairo police station has no authority to access its surveillance video. If there is no shady thing in it, it is unbelievable.

He reported the matter to the director, who told him to wait. He could only check the monitoring of all intersections around the research institute first, but he didn't find any suspicious people. Of course, as long as the murderer pays a little attention, it is easy to avoid these cameras. Compared with some developed countries, the surveillance density in Cairo is too low, and the government has invested too little in this area.

He waited two days before he was allowed to go to the National Museum for surveillance. What annoyed him was that when he got there, he was told that he could not take away the copy of the video and signed a confidential document, which could only be viewed with the company of relevant personnel. Of course, he has the right to ask his entourage to answer any questions he asks.

But he soon understood why museums are so sensitive to monitoring and have such high authority requirements, because they are completely doing shady activities.

The monitoring screen shows that at more than 9 p.m., Alef came out of a room in a clean white overalls. Two gendarmes followed him and helped him push a hospital bed, but on the bed lay not a patient, but a mummy.

The Institute was originally studying mummies and antiquities, so it's nothing strange, but such a complete mummy is rare. Ahmed felt a little familiar, so he casually asked, "what kind of mummy is this?"

The entourage nearby stopped talking.

Ahmed immediately realized that there was a problem, took a stack of documents on the table and said, "I have signed a confidentiality agreement, and I have an order from the police department!"

Seeing that he could not hide it, the man said, "Ramses II."

"What?" Ahmed thought he had heard wrong. "The mummy of Ramses II is a national treasure. Isn't it in your museum?"

"You know, there are some important cultural relics, and the museum will specially make some copies," the escort said.

"Oh..." Ahmed began to think that the one in the surveillance was a replica, but on second thought, what did professor Alef do with a replica, he suddenly realized that this one was real, and the one in the museum was fake.

"You mean... Tourists spend a lot of money to visit your museum every day and see fakes?!"

"Most of them are true. We need to study a lot of things. When we study, we will release the copies and exchange them for the real ones. In fact, it doesn't matter to tourists. Anyway, we can't see the true and false."

Ahmed sighed and decided never to go to the museum again. He turned his attention back to the surveillance and saw them push the mummy into another room.

At eleven o'clock, a woman came to the Institute. Alef spoke to her in the hall. The woman went to the dressing room and put on the same white overalls, and then followed Alef to the room where the mummy was located.

Ahmed zoomed in and recognized the woman as the female intern who died that night. It seems that she was called by Alef to help. But why did you find an intern to study such an important mummy as Ramses II? A possibility loomed in Ahmed's mind.

Since then, the picture has not changed for a long time. Two gendarmes doze on the sofa in the hall, while Alef and female interns have not come out.

"Isn't there a camera in the room?" Ahmed asked.

"No, officer." the escort seemed to have guessed some possibility and said with disdain, "although you are a policeman, you shouldn't pry into other people's privacy."

"I'm working on a case," Alef stressed. "What you think and what I think may not be the same thing at all."

At two o'clock in the night, Alef finally came out of the room. He seems to have fallen somewhere, with a large dark red stain on his white overalls.

Ahmed lifted his spirits and enlarged the picture to see it carefully. Although the color of the picture was not very positive, he soon determined that it was blood.

But Alef's steps and expression were very calm, and he didn't look hurt or frightened at all. Moreover, his hands were very clean, which didn't match the red sleeves. He should have just been cleaned.

Ahmed was only a vague guess just now, but now it is almost certain that Alef killed the female intern! And he has reason to believe that it has something to do with the museum and even the country.

He looked back at the museum staff who accompanied him to watch the surveillance and said, "you bastards have been doing mummy resurrection experiments?! you can think of such cruel means? I suspect you are the accomplice of the murderer now. I can arrest you!"

"No, sir, we have never done such an experiment. If things are the same as you suspect, it is also done by Dr. Alef. He is the head of the mummy project and has nothing to do with us. Moreover, you have signed a confidentiality agreement and can't say it. No one can say it except your top boss."

Ahmed nodded and finally understood what the director's "hit" meant. Perhaps the director knew something long ago, and he was just a pawn pushed over. Thinking of this, Ahmed couldn't help scolding: "hit!"

Alef came out of another room, took some garbage bags in his hand, and returned to the room where the mummy was located. Then the monitoring fell into a long static.

It was not until four o'clock in the morning that the door of the room was opened again. Alef came out of the room with his head down. He was wearing a sheet on his head for some reason, like an Arab headscarf, but it was too long and dragged to the ground, like a cloak, blocking the blood clothes on his face and body.

Ahmed looked at it and concluded that it was not Dr. Alef. Alef's height is only 1.65 meters. This man is obviously much taller, about 1.75 meters, and his walking posture is also different. Although his legs are longer, his step distance is smaller than Alef's, and he walks like a missionary.

"He's not Alef, he's the murderer!" Ahmed said positively.

The "murderer" wrapped the sheet, leaned his hands on his chest and pulled both sides of the sheet. He came to the hall and two gendarmes were sleeping on the sofa. He went up to one of them and put his hand around the gendarmerie's neck. The gendarmerie struggled and stopped.

Another gendarmerie was awakened, but before he could do anything, the "murderer" moved in front of him and broke his neck with a bang.

But this time, the murderer's bed sheet also slipped to the ground. He turned his back to the camera and showed his loose red hair.

He seemed to feel someone peeping at him, suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the camera.

Ahmed's heart pounded. He saw a withered face like carbonized bark in the desert. His eyes were empty and black, like two bottomless wells.

The museum keeper who accompanied him to watch the surveillance obviously didn't expect such a result. He covered his mouth and shouted: "Oh, my God! It's him! It's Ramses II! Only his hair is red in all mummies!"