12 The Terror King and the Sand of Resurrection. The four words "The Terror King" are a fixed phrase in some respects, and they definitely refer to the strange prophecy in the "Centuries". So, after listening to Yelan's words, I suddenly felt horrified:
"What? The Sand of Resurrection is related to the Terror King?"
My voice was a little weird, causing Yelan to look up in confusion.
Su Lun had already placed the box on the table and reached out to pop open the lid.
No matter you look at it from any direction, this is just a bag of ordinary desert yellow sand, an insignificant one billionth of what is taken from the desert.
My feelings about the "Resurrection Sand" are no different from before. I think it is just one of the boring props of the shamans.
"Yelan, what did Long say? Tell me quickly!"
Yelan stood up blankly, staggered to the table, looked at the small bag of yellow sand in the box, and his lips trembled: "Before arriving in the desert, one night, I took Long to a small bar in Cairo to find
woman……"
Long's narration was so long-winded and mixed with a lot of obscene slang that Su Lun couldn't help but frown hard.
To put it simply, that night, Yelan generously ordered a whole bottle of English whiskey and two charming Egyptian warblers.
Long was already extremely depressed, and it seemed that he rarely enjoyed this kind of treatment, so he impatiently drank one glass of strong alcohol into his stomach while bragging about his past to the two girls.
His words were spoken unknowingly under such circumstances: "Jerlan, I had a strange dream, a prophetic dream... In the desert, I was lying unconscious, and there was a man holding a kind of
The strange knife was cutting around my body, making all kinds of strange movements. I didn't feel any pain at all, but I just watched him smearing a lot of strange powder on my face and body... I was not wearing any clothes.
This man took off his clothes and put them on me..."
Such an absurd dream naturally made the two wandering orioles scream in horror, and further stimulated the dragon's desire to express himself - "Yelan, I know that I... will definitely die in the desert, because I am the member of our clan.
The last prophet. God is going to destroy the whole clan, so I have sworn in front of the Resurrection Sand in the name of the ancestors and gods of all generations to exchange my own death for your eternal life..."
Prophecies are inherently absurd, and will only be taken seriously again after they are fulfilled. Therefore, what Yelan said to the dragon at that time was just a joke.
In the desert camp, when Long entrusted the "Resurrection Sand" to Yelan, he said the following: "I don't want to die. If my soul is lost in the desert, remember to spread the sand all over my body. Also, I must
Find a way to ensure that my body is intact...I will wake up automatically after a certain amount of time..."
Of course Yelan didn't believe Long's words, and after Long's accident, the camp had been in weird chaos, so he forgot about it.
"The whole thing seems to be nothing particularly noteworthy. There are many explanations for the disappearance of the dragon, such as being carried away by a wolf." Su Lun interrupted: "Wolves will not undress a vegetative person..."
"For another example, Long suddenly woke up, which meant that he woke up on his own without being saved by the "Resurrection Sand". Driven by some special thoughts, he took off his clothes, laid them flat on the bed, and then
He slipped away naked." This explanation made me think it was very reasonable.
People who sought immortality in ancient times once said that "the floating life is like a dream, and the clothes are like shed clothes." According to records in "Sou Shen Ji", after many immortals achieved enlightenment, their souls often left their bodies and their physical bodies disappeared, leaving only the
A pair of empty clothes on the bed.
"Brother Feng, why don't we go to that tent and have a look before we make a decision?" Su Lun didn't agree with my inference.
The three of us walked through the center of the camp, where everyone felt like they were facing an enemy, and walked straight to the lonely old tent in the southwest corner.
The number of troops on the watchtower has doubled, and the camouflage on the roofs of all military vehicles has been removed, revealing dark anti-aircraft machine guns. It can be seen that Lu Jiacan's disappearance has angered Natura and the Egyptian government. I don't know who will be in the future.
Will be used as a scapegoat for the disappearance——The big tent in Yanye is brightly lit, and Natura's angry roars can be heard constantly.
Su Lun explained in a low voice: "Lu Jiacan was once an important person in the Pentagon, and the Egyptian government was trying to use his connections to purchase a batch of cheap MiG-21 fighter jets from the Americans - now that he is missing, this cheap and high-quality
The big business may be ruined. Alas, the head of the high priest Natura may not be saved either..."
It suddenly dawned on me that almost all of the Desert Legion was sent out to search for Lu Jiacan, not to save him, but to save this business that was related to the future of Egypt.
If the Egyptian army can equip more than twenty MiG fighter planes, it can be said that everything from the northernmost border line to the Cape of Good Hope at the southernmost tip of the African continent is within the attack range. From this point of view,
It can be seen that the ambition of the Egyptian president is not just to settle down in a corner and always be a small country that can be bullied by European powers.
"Oh, my God! Now Natura is miserable!" I shrugged my shoulders and made an exaggerated expression of sympathy.
Su Lun brushed the hair beside his ear, glanced at the Rainbow Warriors around him with the corner of his eye astutely, and leaned close to my ear: "Brother Feng, if Natura steps down, he will be replaced by the President of Egypt.
A close confidant, or directly Tiena herself. Therefore, Natura is very likely to jump over the wall and join forces with the military to launch a mutiny..."
I have to admire Su Lun's insight. Looking at the current tense situation in the camp, if it is just to prevent sneak attacks from outsiders, it would be overkill.
Especially one kilometer north of the camp, temporary roadblocks and sandbag bunkers have been erected, certainly to prevent the presidential reinforcements from Cairo City. If the camp becomes a whirlpool of mutiny, Tiena herself will definitely be the first to suffer.
I am a little worried about her, even though I know that we are on two different paths. Intuitively, I feel that Tie Na is not a bad person, but she just falls into the political circle involuntarily and cannot escape.
It was quiet over the derrick. It seemed that with Lu Jiacan's disappearance, the excavation work could only come to an end temporarily.
"I have already telegraphed a cryptographic expert in the United States who will be able to fly to Cairo within seventy-two hours to prepare to crack the activation code of the drilling rig. I have already communicated this to my brother and Natura, and the excavation work has been suspended until the drilling rig can be started.
, and then started again.”
In one day, Su Lun had done a lot of work and was very efficient.
I followed up her topic: "What? The original startup password of the drilling rig cannot even be solved by the company where it was produced, Lockheed Martin?"
Su Lun shook his head dejectedly: "For this high-precision and cutting-edge product, according to customer requirements, the reset program has long been deleted, and all backdoor vulnerabilities in the system that can be cracked by brute force have been closed. The company has no choice, so it can only use another method.
There is a way..."
I think of the mysterious phone calls she made, and I can also tell that there is some mysterious power hidden behind her.
Arriving at the tent door, Yelan's body began to tremble involuntarily.
The tent was very dilapidated, with at least seven or eight stitching marks on the front. The original green grass had been damaged by wind and rain and turned into a half-yellow but not white color.
"This place has been used as a tool room. The dragon turned into a vegetative state... I had no place to store it, so I ended up here..."
A gust of wind blew by, and the door curtain was half rolled. I saw a simple single wooden bed placed against the left side of the tent. On the bed, there were indeed work clothes and pants. If the clothes were propped up with a model according to the position of the clothes, it would definitely be a real person.
Lying flat on the bed.
Yelan opened the door curtain and let Su Lun and I in. Immediately, our noses smelled a strange smell of gasoline, lubricating oil, and engine oil. Opposite the bed, there were two greasy generators, and the narrator said
There are shovels, pickaxes and other digging tools lying around.
The tent has an empty rear window, 30 centimeters square, with no obstruction, and you can see the endless desert behind.
Su Lun stood silently in front of the bed, staring at the two washed white work clothes.
The tent is only so big in total, and all the traces left behind can be seen at a glance.
I walked to the back window, stuck my head out and looked out, and I happened to see a military vehicle lying five meters away. Several soldiers with submachine guns in their arms were smoking, but the machine gunner on the roof of the vehicle was lying on his stomach with all his concentration.
Looking west, if there is any disturbance, he will definitely shoot without hesitation.
Looking past the military vehicle to the west, you can see the Pyramid of Tulukhan standing firmly in the desert.
Su Lun leaned over and looked under the bed, looking melancholy.
Yelan hurriedly explained: "I found out that the dragon was missing. I immediately threw down my lunch box and ran out. I searched around the tent and asked everyone, but..." In the corner of the door, an enamel jar fell down.
, most of the gruel inside had already been spilled.
I know that if he goes to inquire about the dragon's whereabouts from others, he will only arouse ridicule. Everyone knows that the dragon has become a half-dead and half-alive vegetative state. How can he stand up and run around?
"Did you report it to the high priest?"
"No, the high priest has been furious because of the disappearance of General Lu Jiacan. I didn't dare to go there because he scolded anyone." Yelan finally knew how to advance and retreat, and understood the priorities. He reported this while Natura was in a crazy and furious state.
It's such a small thing, maybe Yelan's reward will be a hard-boiled gun.
No valuable information can be obtained from the rear window, and the constant wind will erase all the footprints left on the sand. Because Yelan has been working in the tomb all day, he cannot provide a specific time when the dragon disappeared.
I can only roughly know that it was from yesterday afternoon after feeding until three and a half hours ago.
Coming out of the tent, Su Lun was silent.
Yelan chased me and asked: "Mr. Feng, what should I do next? What should I do?"
The box containing the "Resurrection Sand" was still in Su Lun's hand. I exchanged glances with her and comforted Yelan with a smile: "Don't talk nonsense, don't guess anything, just treat the existence and disappearance of the dragon as nothing."
It’s a nightmare, do you understand?”
Of course he didn't understand, but he already understood that there was no need to expand the matter.
"That... can you give it to me?" He pointed to the Resurrection Sand in Su Lun's hand.
"Give it to you? What's your use?" I looked at him.
"Long said that if he unfortunately suffered the kind of bad luck in his dream, he would take apart the 'Resurrection Sand' and throw it into the Nile River, and never try to unlock the secret of the sand. Otherwise, once he offends the 'Terror King',
There will never be peace in Africa, Europe, and Asia..." Yelan's worship of dragons comes from the long-standing belief and worship of his tribe, so he will believe 100% of the dragon's words and implement them 100%.
Su Lun weighed the box in his hands, his eyes flashed, and he had no intention of returning it.
Yelan's hand stretched out in the air and froze. He also saw Su Lun's intention to keep the box.
I took out the checkbook, quickly filled in the amount of 20,000 US dollars, tore it off and handed it to Yelan: "How about taking this money and not mentioning the Resurrection Sand or the disappearance of the dragon again?"
Money is a good thing, more effective than hundreds of high-sounding words of comfort.
Yelan received the check and smiled broadly: "Mr. Feng, you are so generous. You are much more generous than that American." Twenty thousand US dollars can probably buy a small house with an orchard in the suburbs of Cairo, which can last Yelan half a year.
salary.
"American?" Su Lun frowned.
"Yes, it's Dr. Cheney. He asked me to arrange five workers to work for him, and he only gave me a total of five hundred dollars. He was so stingy!"
Night had fallen, and the beams of searchlights began to hover over the camp again.
Su Lun suddenly asked: "Where are the workers? Are they in the camp at the moment?"
Yelan was stunned for a moment, and immediately shook his head: "No, Dr. Cheney took them underground, saying that he wanted to tap a part of the Egyptian murals down, and asked them to help him carry the camera, tripod and video camera. They have not come back yet. However,
We just spoke on the phone and everything is fine."
I suddenly felt that Cheney's whereabouts were a bit too secretive. Even though he knew that there were many dangers in the tomb, he went up against the wind. Moreover, he was able to pay 100 million US dollars for the golden sword, which is enough to show that he
Know some unknown secret in this tomb.
He is an expert in pyramid construction. Many hidden secret agencies may not be visible to others, but they certainly cannot escape his eyes.
Su Lun asked again: "Mr. Yelan, where are the relics left by the dragon? Please give them to me together."
With the $20,000 at the bottom, anyone would probably cooperate.
In Yelan's tent, he handed us a tattered camouflage canvas tool bag. This kind of cheap, low-quality stall goods can be bought in any corner of Cairo.
There was only a dark and old notebook in the bag, and the corners of many papers inside were curled and blackened. In addition, there was a semi-old Playboy magazine, with a naked woman on the cover posing for me. Unfortunately,
, a blond American girl, who accidentally drew a pair of big glasses on her face and a poorly executed rose on her navel.
I frowned, threw the magazine aside, and only held the notebook in my hand.
Yelan pointed at the magazine and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Long said that he is a genius painter and prophet. No matter what magazine he gets, he has to scribble it out before he feels at ease. I have read the contents of that notebook, but it is just a mess.
Illustrations are meaningless.”
Every tramp is lonely in his heart. If they ever leave words or pictures, it must be a true reflection of their own heart. Therefore, by reading this notebook, I believe you can find some prophecies about him.
When I said goodbye to Yelan and came out, I turned around and winked at him and smiled: "Yelan, I once gave Long a large check. Until now, he must not have had time to go to the bank to cash it. Since he is missing, this amount
money……"
Yelan stared nervously: "No, no, Mr. Feng, since you gave that check to Long, it must be his labor remuneration. You can't go back on it! You can't go back on it!" The veins on his neck shouted impatiently.
He jumped up, and there was a blue vein running across his left and right foreheads.
It is conceivable that he found the check while sorting out Long's belongings and took it for himself.
I pretended to hesitate and muttered: "Well...it's a pity that he didn't help me enough..."
Yelan immediately answered: "Mr. Feng, as long as you ask, I can do anything, and I can do it better than Long——"
This is just a small episode. I don't like people who are just seeking profit and taking advantage of others. However, Long is just a homeless vagabond. Based on his relationship with Yelan, Yelan has the right to inherit the money.
Of course, using this check that disappeared out of thin air as an excuse, I can get more first-hand information from Yelan.
Su Lun and I walked back side by side and already noticed that the atmosphere in front of Gu Ye's big tent was a bit tense. Two groups of soldiers with submachine guns in their arms stood straight facing outward.