11 The Crocodile God's summoned special forces submachine gun was pressed against my back, as if I were facing a formidable enemy.
The camp's defense force was very vigilant. In less than ten seconds, six or seven people had gathered under the observation ladder, aiming their submachine guns at me.
The wind was really cold. When I put down the telescope in my hand, I realized that my arms were sore and numb due to being super nervous, and the back of my shirt was soaked with cold sweat.
"What's the matter? Feng, what's the matter?" Gu Ye, wearing a black sheepskin coat, hurried over, his face full of sleepiness.
I smiled silently and made a "come up" gesture. Gu Ye climbed up without hesitation and drove the ignorant special forces soldier down.
"Drums, I hear drums, what about you?" I pointed in the direction of the pyramid and handed the binoculars to Gu Ye.
"Drumming? What kind of drumming?" He was already in the lake. Although he was confused, he still took the telescope and scanned to the west. However, he immediately put down the telescope angrily: "Feng, what are you doing? Where is the drumming sound?
?" At this moment, the drumming stopped, and only the sound of wind filled my ears.
"I heard the sound of drums. By the way, they were the crocodile skin drums of the ancient Egyptians. They were four long and two short, and they kept ringing - but now they are gone!" Put yourself in Tan Ye's shoes. If it were me, I wouldn't believe it.
These incomprehensible words. There is no drum sound in the world that only I can hear and others know nothing about.
I opened my mouth to explain something to the angry Tan Ye, but in the end I just shrugged helplessly and gave up.
After the sun reached noon, I slowly got up. In fact, although I kept lying down, I was always thinking about the strange drum sound. The earliest drum invented by the ancient Egyptians used the skin of an adult crocodile as the drum head.
, the sound when knocked is very weird. Because the crocodile's skin is too thick and hard, it can only make a dry "dong-dong" sound without any echo.
I believe I heard it correctly, it was indeed the sound of drums.
After having a simple lunch, I called Scalpel's phone number.
"Drum sound? Wait, according to the legend of the ancient Egyptians, only those who are destined to be summoned by the Crocodile God can hear the drum sound." He screamed and let out a horrified gasp on the other end of the phone.
I'm a little surprised. Even if you believe what I said, why are you so shocked?
"Feng, listen, listen - the information about the drum sound is only recorded in Yang Tian's tomb robbing diary, and it uses secret words that only he and I can understand. Just wait, I will send someone
Send me the information and wait!" He hung up the phone hurriedly, leaving me even more confused.
In ancient Egyptian legends, there are countless gods of all kinds. As far as I know, there are "ox-headed gods, snake-headed gods, gold-headed gods, cat-headed gods" and so on. They are more than the countless gods in the sky in Chinese legends.
.Of course, it doesn’t matter if there is one more crocodile god.
Just as he put down the phone, Gu Ye and Bancha came in one after another with sullen faces.
"Feng, you seem to know some secret information about Tulihan, right? Why don't you take it out and share it with everyone?" Gu Ye followed the instructions and tried his best to put a smile on his face. In his hand, he held a slightly hairy roll
Huang's military map looks quite old.
Bancha was more direct, straight to the point: "Feng, sell us the information you know, whatever price you want!" He sat down on my bed, and the bed board made a strange creaking sound.
Outside, the workers were busy working, and the roar of the drilling machine came up from the ground. The sky was a bit cloudy, and the air seemed very dull. It’s not that I didn’t want to cooperate with these two people, but I really didn’t have anything worth revealing.
public information.
I smiled, took out the cigarette case, and handed it to Tan Ye.
Tan Ye's smile finally completed, and she slowly pushed my hand away: "Thank you, I never smoke American cigarettes."
In my hand was a pack of Marlboros that I had just opened, a brand I smoked all the time. Tan Ye was the first person to refuse my offer of cigarettes for this reason, which really made me laugh.
"We Japanese only smoke Japanese cigarettes." What he took out from his pocket was a pack of white soft seven stars, the signature product of Japanese cigarettes. From the way he slowly lit up the cigarette, I could tell that this man had a very complicated inner world.
, the city is extremely deep and difficult to deal with easily.
"Feng, can you repeat the drum sound you mentioned last night?" Tan Ye puffed out a puff of cigarette, with an elegant posture and meticulously holding the cigarette with the index and middle fingers of his left hand.
With the answer from the scalpel, I knew that what happened last night was not my auditory hallucination. Moreover, people who can hear the sound of drums must have some kind of adventure. Therefore, I tried my best to choose to talk about other things: "Yesterday
I'm a little tired at night, maybe it's auditory hallucinations. When I was in Italy, I always had the problem of insomnia when I changed beds."
I walked to the bed, opened my backpack, took out my laptop, and placed it on the desktop.
Tan Ye looked at the computer keenly, his eyes lit up, and he probably thought that there would be many secrets hidden in the computer. In fact, the data stored in the hard drive were just copies of some common archaeological data on the market, and there was no mystery at all.
In the desert, the table is always covered with a layer of soil, which seems to be an eternal law.
I picked up the towel and washbasin and walked out of the house. I believe that in the next twenty minutes, Yano and the others will explore all the nooks and crannies of the laptop. I deliberately left the computer to them, maybe that's the only way,
Only then can they dispel their doubts.
Standing in front of the large water tank storing clean water, my eyes inadvertently fell on the pyramid in the distance.
The Pyramid of Tuluhan looks unremarkable in the daytime, no different from the hundreds of large and small pyramids on this land. "Where did the sound of the drums come from?" As far as I know,
That kind of crocodile skin drum can only be found in museums now, and almost no one likes the monotonous and mysterious sound anymore.
"In the middle of the night, someone was beating a drum in the desert - near the pyramid under the moonlight. What does it mean? Who is the Crocodile God? And he wants to summon a special human being? For example, me..."
"Hahahaha..." I couldn't help laughing when I thought of the weirdness. As an atheist, I would rather imagine all the great gods in Egyptian legends as alien visitors than admit that they are inhuman beings above human beings.
The impossible "god". I don't know how my elder brother's tomb robbing diary described this kind of crocodile god. I suddenly felt very eager to solve this mystery as soon as possible.
"Come on...come on...come on..."
A heavy and melancholy shout suddenly rang in my ears, with a hollow echo, as if coming from a closed and empty room, which was even more shocking than the mysterious drum sound.
I cried out "ah", and the towel and washbasin in my hand fell to the ground with a clang. In that voice, there were mixed disappointment, hope, anxiety, frustration, confusion, confusion, pain, groans... only a dozen emotions were mixed.
Together, we can make such a weird, heart-tugging cry.
Subconsciously, I muttered to myself: "Are you calling me? Are you calling me..."
Unknowingly, I had clasped my hands in front of my chest, lowered my head, facing due west, and felt the urge to kneel down and worship in my heart.