The first part of the fantasy and supernatural novel The King of Tomb Robbers: The Ancient Tomb of Egypt 1 Late Night Visitor Tonight, I have insomnia.
Lying on Simmons in Room 2828 of the Manden Hotel, the most luxurious hotel in the center of Cairo, although I kept my eyes closed, my heart felt like a pot was boiling, and countless dust-laden memories were opened at the same time, stirring and colliding in my mind like an ocean.
On the bedside table, there is an old book with yellowed pages spread out. On that page, two paragraphs of obscure poetry-like text are recorded:
In July 1999, in order to resurrect King Angrumoa, the terrifying king will fall from the sky. Around that time, Mars will rule the world. It is said that it is to let people live a happy life. The Great Seven Numbers will kill each other when the reincarnation is completed. It happened in
Not long after the beginning of this thousand years, the dead in the underground will burst out of their tombs. Without opening it, the two passages have been engraved in my mind, because from the first day I got this manuscript, I
I noticed them. Moreover, under the three words "Big Seven Numbers", someone marked the wavy line with a red pen, obviously to remind readers of key points to pay attention to.
"The Big Seven Number? What exactly does it refer to? Is it really referring to another catastrophe that destroyed the earth in 2007 and will happen next year, as the paranormal experts said?"
These two verses come from the well-known prophecy book "The Centuries". There is no need to go into details about the magic of this book. As for the book, it was passed down to me by my brother, who is the most important person in my life.
The only relative. Thinking about it, it was already fifteen years ago. Now, my brother's body should be buried under an ancient tomb, and his soul has turned into cosmic radio waves, decaying with the years.
However, his name will always remain in the glorious memory of some people - Yang Tian, the "King of Tomb Robbers".
Ding Lingling - the phone rang suddenly, awakening me from my deep thoughts.
"Sir, do you want a massage service? An authentic massage girl from Japan..." The young girl on the phone spoke fluent English and fluently spoke out one after another very tempting professional terms.
"No, thank you." I hung up the phone. As we all know, Italy's professional service industry is world-famous. I studied in Rome for four years and have seen it thousands of times. Fortunately, I am a clean man and am very interested in doing business.
Girls who live a life of flesh and blood only have pity, not enthusiasm. In college, there were many beautiful girls who made secret glances at me and even devoted themselves to me...
I got up and took a cold shower to gradually calm down my irritable mood. I took three long and deep breaths to expel all the turbid air in my chest. Then I made a charming smile in front of the Turkish round mirror in the bathroom.
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"At all times, you must maintain a peaceful mind and a calm smile." This is my rule of life.
Back in the living room, I thought for a while and dialed a local number.
While waiting for the other party to answer the phone, I poured myself a glass of strong whiskey, added two cubes of ice and a small cube of sugar. This unique way of drinking was personally taught to me by a friend I respect very much.
There was no more ringing, no less, twenty-nine times, and then the other party picked up the phone. No one spoke, but the rhythmic sound of nails tapping on the table came from the receiver.
That was the Morse code signal: "Who?"
I responded expertly by tapping on the receiver: "Friends from the East."
The other party paused for ten seconds, and I could feel that he was searching carefully in his memory. I took a sip of the wine, and the feeling of the ice cubes hitting my teeth made me energetic.
A low and pleasant man's voice came from the microphone: "Hush, my friend, let me guess who you are? Well, at this time, I still remember to call my old friends. There will never be more than three people. I miss you." definitely is……"
I swung the wine glass, and the ice cubes hit the rim of the crystal glass, making a crisp sound. I took another sip of wine, and the strong wine had a wonderful mixture of three completely different flavors: burning, freezing, and sweet. It followed my throat and slid all the way down to my chest, causing a wonderful shiver all over my body. I couldn't help but let out an extremely comfortable moan, just like the feeling when you reach climax after doing something.
"Hey, how could it be you? Feng?" He guessed my identity, but was very surprised. It seemed that I was not among the three people he originally defined.
"It's me. I'm drinking the 'Phoenix Nirvana' you taught me. I'm calling you just to thank you for teaching me such a wonderful way to mix drinks -" I took another sip of wine and bit an ice cube in my mouth. Inside, chewing loudly.
He has no name, only a weird nickname - Scalpel.
Scalpel was silent, paused for a moment, and then asked in a low voice in a lazy and slightly sad tone: "Didn't you say you wanted to travel around the world? Why did you come here first?"
I drank the glass of wine in big gulps, and the fragrance lingered. I breathed out the breath of wine comfortably: "My studies are over, and I will - start my new life. You should understand what I mean."
Scalpel sighed: "Or is it for Boss Yang's booklet?"
I didn't say anything, and looked through the bedroom door, staring at the book.
Scalpel continued thoughtfully: "Okay, I will send a car to pick you up later. Tonight, two Indian friends are visiting, maybe you will be interested in them.
Fifteen minutes later, a Mitsubishi jeep with diplomatic license plates parked in front of the hotel. The driver was a long-haired girl with an angelic appearance, and her sun-colored skin was like the most perfect dark chocolate produced by Cadbury.
I got into the car wearing a gray windbreaker, carrying only the booklet. Of course, such an easy-to-break thing was packed in a delicate cowhide box.
"Yang, no wonder the master said you are the most alluring oriental beauty. Let me be careful and don't get lost in your passionate black eyes. Let us get to know each other. I am Judy -" She blinked her watery eyes. Her eyes, with their long and curved eyelashes, kept flashing at me charmingly.
I threw myself into the back seat of the car, pulled a blanket over my head, and unceremoniously rejected Judy's fiery enthusiasm. I only had the book in my heart and was not interested in anything else. Cairo Okay, I’m not here for a vacation.
Judy was rejected, whistled softly, stepped on the accelerator, and ran towards the east of the city.
In the middle of the night, the street was very deserted, so the speed of the jeep quickly soared to more than 200 kilometers per hour, as fast as lightning. Looking out from the corner of the blanket, tall and brilliant new buildings kept flashing backwards from the window glass, and soon the car was We left the city and headed southeast along a ring road.
"The master is at Villa No. 13." Judy didn't mind my indifference.
Throughout the African continent, Scalpel is a legendary figure. A rich man, a mafia tycoon, a crown prince in an inland African country, a shareholder behind a world-class football league, a super-large arms dealer in the third world...
For me, among his many auras, I only care about one, which is "the seventh in the world".
The seventh best tomb robber in the world.
Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. In any industry, no one will admit that he is second-rate, let alone seventh? But Scalpel has done it, and it is sitting firmly in the seventh position.
for many years.
It's a bit cloudy tonight, there are no stars in the night sky, and when we get off the Ring Expressway, even the street lights are gone.
The Mitsubishi turned on its off-road searchlights and moved forward. The lamp posts were like four lightsabers, unceremoniously cutting through the complete darkness. Judy's driving skills were top-notch, and she easily bypassed four consecutive S-shaped curves in the mountains.
, after driving for another five minutes, a dark mountain villa appeared in the field of vision.
The villa is built against the mountain, covering a vast area and is surrounded by a three-meter high wall.
After getting closer, I discovered that the top of the wall was actually surrounded by a dense high-voltage power grid, and there were six-meter-high blockhouses at the four corners. Judging from the occasional flash of cigarette butts on the top of the blockhouses, those blockhouses were not arty decorations, but rather arty decorations.
It is a fortification with absolute practical significance.
The thick iron gate slowly slid open to the side, and the car slowly entered the villa.
I took a sneak peek and saw four tall security guards at the electric gate, all with the latest American submachine guns hanging on their chests.
This place is not like a tourist villa, but more like a high-security prison for serious offenders.
The car continued to move forward until it stopped in front of the steps of the main building. Along the way, behind the flowers and trees, guards with wolfhounds were patrolling cautiously.
A thin middle-aged man in a white uniform opened the car door for me and said respectfully: "Welcome Mr. Yang, I am Lanong, the host is at the Rose Terrace, please."
As you can tell from the name, the terrace is naturally filled with roses of various colors.
Sure enough, Scalpel was sitting on the leisure chair in front of the terrace, holding a glass of wine in his hand. As soon as I stepped into the terrace, my nose was filled with the rich sweet fragrance of roses, which made my head dizzy.
"Wind, welcome." Scalpel smiled faintly and raised his wine glass. His pale face, illuminated by the candlestick on the table, emitted a jade-like light, which was slightly strange. The candlelight shone on his tall head.
A heavy shadow casts a shadow on the side of the bridge of his nose, giving this middle-aged man of mixed Chinese and Spanish descent an even more gloomy look.
I sat down and Ranon immediately brought me a glass of wine with a professional and humble smile on my face.
"Lanong, you go down first." Scalpel spoke with a thick nasal voice.
I have long been accustomed to the indifference of the scalpel. If it weren't for this "coldness", why would I get the name "scalpel"?
I shook the ice cubes in the cup and remained silent. The scalpel was my elder brother's best friend and my academic guardian. He was more like my father than my brother or my friend.
"You must have heard of the two people coming tonight, Bancha and Gu Ye, right?"
I majored in theology, history, and cultural relic identification in college, and I have a systematic understanding of contemporary masters in these three areas.
"I've heard of it." I nodded.
"They came here for the 'Suzaku Eye'. For a while, you just listen and don't have to speak."
When talking about the scalpel, he was always concise and to the point, and when he spoke, his blue eyes were always flashing with a wandering light, like a sword dipped in ice water. He took a sip of wine, and his free left hand downwards concisely
He gave a powerful chop and repeated firmly: "Remember, don't speak." Then he put down the empty cup, leaned his head on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and fell into a state of false sleep.
In my memory, Scalpel spoke very few words, and could often arrange a vigorous action plan with just a few gestures and a few words. This is the scary thing about him.
A "scalpel" that can save or kill lives.
Bancha is Thailand's number one tomb robber. Almost all the treasures from the Thai King's tomb circulating in the antique market come from his hands.
Yano, the Japanese, the entire Northeast Asian tombs, including Japan, South Korea, North Korea, Northeast China, and eastern Russia, were all excavated by him. He has all the greed, cold-blooded, vicious, extreme, etc. that the Japanese should have.
Because of his bad nature, he is nicknamed "Dr. Jackal".
As for the "Eye of the Suzaku", it comes from the legend in ancient Chinese tomb robbing books - "The Eyes of the Suzaku, the Claws of the Black Tortoise, the Scales of the Blue Dragon, and the Tongue of the White Tiger. These are the four poles of the sky. The four poles come together to unite the gods."
The pivot can turn things around and re-divide the universe."
The general idea is that there are five strange gems in the world, the Eye of the Suzaku, the Claw of the Black Tortoise, the Scales of the Green Dragon, the Tongue of the White Tiger, and the Pivot of the Gods. The concentration of these five gems has the power to turn things around.
Legends are just legends. I don't believe that in the already formed galaxy and solar system, who can still have the power to change the operation of the planet?
Ancient Chinese books contain many bizarre and miraculous theories and incorrect sentences, which cannot be trusted.
"You don't believe it?" Scalpel closed his eyes and asked suddenly, accompanied by a light cough.
I was stunned for a moment and then replied: "I don't believe it."
Scalpel smiled silently: "I don't believe it either, but I can't help but believe what he said." There is only one person in the world who can make him dare not call him by his first name, whether in front of him or behind his back, and that is my eldest brother.
Yang Tian, the king of tomb robbers.
"He is the well-deserved king of tomb robbers. Everyone in this industry knows that within five hundred years, no one can surpass his achievements. Every word he said is truth, unparalleled truth." He said.
After saying so many words, he suddenly started coughing violently. He covered his chest with both hands and coughed like a heart-wrenching cough.
For two full minutes, he didn't stop coughing. His voice floated down the terrace, and I guess it could be heard in every corner of the villa.