Chapter 652

Several black SUVs jolted through the desolate semi desert land to an unknown meeting place on the Egyptian Sudan border.

"You can rest assured that all the people are reliable."

In one of the cars in the middle, Paul Smith was talking to George Edwin and Herry fotner. Both friends looked haggard, especially Edwin. After a few days, Paul Smith could hardly recognize him. His cheeks were too thin to sink, and his tired eyes were full of strange looks.

After all these years of cooperation, Smith has never seen Edwin like this.

"Those sellers are just small roles." Smith added, "if they take the money, they should immediately pull up a group of people to prevent us from eating black. But they don't dare to be too big, because they should not be afraid of us, but the big gangs here. "

"Paul, I'm not worried about that." Futner shrugged and said that he had been involved in bigger deals before. Although there were risks in every transaction, he was not really worried about it. He thought that Edwin was not. Edwin was totally fascinated by the pieces

In the past two days, they have made a lot of conjectures about the line of Holy Scripture, but only make the fog bigger.

Since yesterday, fotner stopped and told Edwin that he had seen other artifacts, as well as mummies mentioned by the seller, for more clues to infer.

Because it's just such a broken bowl of water and a line of holy texts, there is no conclusion.

But That's just one of the reasons. Fortner can feel that he has to pull it out. He has to cool it down, or he might get hooked.

"I think you look bad." Smith joked, "watch out for the women here. Watch out for AIDS. That stuff is killing you."

Fauthner still has the heart to squeeze out a smile to cope with, but Edwin seems not to hear their conversation, immersed in his own spiritual world.

It was still in the morning, and the scorching sun had not yet become violent, but the semi desert was covered with a layer of extremely hot steam, making the wind and sand blowing like a roasted blade, and the rare dwarf trees and weeds on the earth seemed to be on the verge of death.

The off-road vehicle fleet gradually moved away from the nearby cities and towns, not to mention the number of people. There was not even a wild dog.

It was not until the convoy was about to arrive at the meeting place that several tents were set up in the desert ahead. Some vehicles were parked around the tents. Some guards were standing guard and patrolling. All the tall and strong men were hung with guns and weapons.

The vehicle stopped a little way from the camp. Paul Smith got out of the car and negotiated with eldin, who had brought the men. Then the convoy passed and drove to the camp. Then, futner and Edwin get out of the car, take their tools and walk into the camp with a team of bodyguards.

"Did you bring everything?" Edwin asked as soon as he saw eldin, as if he were a man who had long craved water.

"Mr. Edwin, come with me. It's all in it." Eldin nodded, more confident than before, after all, there is a large team of people around.

Edwin hurried to the main tent that eldin had indicated. Forner and Smith had to stride to follow.

When they entered the tent, they saw the other two sellers of the day, Bashir and Ella, as well as more armed guards. The tent was quite spacious. There was a long table in the middle covered with white cloth. Under the cover of large nylon cloth, three rectangular outlines appeared faintly, which seemed to be three coffins.

The coffin with the mummy?

As soon as futner looked at the outlines, his heart was full of excitement; not to mention Edwin, he almost jumped on it, but was stopped by the coming Bashir.

"Don't worry, Mr. Edwin." "We have a lot of other good things," he said

And Ella's domineering is even heavier, with an automatic rifle and several rounds of bullet belt on her body. "You've taken the money, we've given you things, you've given us money. That's what's going on today. If you have any devious thoughts, you can't go back."

"Don't talk nonsense to me!" Edwin suddenly burst into a violent drink. He was not as gentle as usual. His pale and thin old face was full of blue veins. "Money will be given to you, but you don't understand the current situation. It's not so simple These things, involving secrets, I can feel them, secrets... "

Both Bashir and Ella were stunned. The old man was like a drug addict. They looked at each other. Did that mean that things were more valuable?

"Edwin means the secret of history." Paul Smith immediately came to an end. "For those who love archaeology, that's what makes cultural relics really priceless."

"If you have anything good, take it out." Futner also said, "as long as we look at it, the price can be discussed."

He didn't know whether the old friend had realized that he would fall into such a mental state the other day, so he called him as far away as Lundi for help.But now he thinks that after the deal is over, it seems that it's not just a sleep. This old friend is under too much pressure and wants to achieve achievements of the same level as Shang Boliang. He almost broke down. Maybe he needs to take a rest to adjust his mood and even see a psychologist.

However, futner watched Bashir go to the rectangular table and lift the white cloth on the table to reveal the cultural relics on the table.

His eyes suddenly opened and his heart broke

He was not surprised that there were pots and jars on the long table, because a grave with a bowl of water would have these containers.

What attracted his eyes was a pottery statue of an animal, a ram's head and a lion's body, placed in the middle of the table. In a trance just now, he seemed to see the two curved ram horns turning, like a whirlpool, turning thousands of years of history and turning countless secrets.

Edwin stepped up quickly, and his face became more strange. He was also looking at the animal statue. His mouth murmured a voice that could not be heard or understood by others. Among them, English was mixed: "Sun God with ram's head Here, Nubian The Nile Kushi people... "

Other people may not hear anything, but as he listened to the words, his mind moved and other knowledge and ideas poured out.

Is it possible that his previous interpretation of the line of Holy Scriptures was in the wrong direction The rebellion did not take place in the Zoroastrian period, but in the New Kingdom

The water bowl, the tomb, is a product of the New Kingdom?

I don't know why, as he walked toward the animal statue, he felt a little bit of fear in his heart, which Edwin said was inexplicable.

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