The Magic Lamp Hotel rises suddenly from the shade of flowers, mysterious and strange, transcendent and lonely, pointing far into the night sky.
"It has been passed down from generation to generation in the Kingdom of Sand that the gods in the sky accidentally knocked over the oil lamps that were lighting them during a night banquet. The gods' oil lamps fell to the earth, and the lamp oil turned into the river water surrounding the Crescent Moon Oasis, and the lamps turned into the magic lamp hotel.
"Standing in front of the Magic Lamp Hotel, Sinbad was as small as an ant.
Gordon raised his head and looked up at the magnificent building carved out of an entire rock mountain. It was natural and blended, with no trace of the rocks being spliced together. Only natural patterns were exposed, which were complex and exquisite, like the mysterious language of the gods.
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The whole hotel is full of exotic style, and its shape is similar to the oil lamp commonly used in the Kingdom of Sand: the base is flat and perfectly round, just like the holder of an oil lamp. Along the straight rock pillars upward, the lamp is elliptical and bulging, outlining a full
Streamlined, one end is curved like a ring, shaped like a lamp handle, and the other end is stretched and stretched, gradually shrinking into a tapered lamp mouth, with a high arc upward, as if it is about to take off with wings and jump straight into the sky.
"Sir, this hotel now belongs to the chief of the Shahu tribe." Sinbad said, vaguely pointing out the forces behind the Magic Lamp Hotel. He saw Gordon killing people like grass, and he was afraid that the other party would not understand the seriousness, so he was unscrupulous here.
Gordon glanced at the nearby bars and residential areas, and walked into the huge stone arch of the hotel. It was brightly lit and filled with incense. The floor was covered with colorful wool carpets, and the walls were covered with gorgeous brocades and feathers. Eight huge copper
The hanging plate is tied by hinges and driven by gears, carrying guests up and down on each floor of the hotel.
The male servant with a white scarf on his head came up to greet him, and Sinbad said: "This gentleman wants the best room."
"I want the most expensive one." Gordon threw a few silver coins to the valet, attracting the attention of the servants in the distance.
The valet bent down to thank him and glanced at Gordon quickly: "There is a palace-style house on the top floor with a wide view, luxury and comfort. It must be able to satisfy the distinguished guests. But..."
Gordon said: "Price is not an issue."
The manservant hesitated for a moment and said: "That house is a bit strange. Every night, the oil lamp cannot be lit, and the candle will automatically go out. Even if you use a lighting stone, the luminous pearl cannot shine. Fortunately, the brilliance of the stars and the moon can still shine."
Come in. Several noble psychics have come to check it out in the past, but they can't find the reason. Other than that, there is nothing unusual about the room, and all the guests who have stayed there are very satisfied."
Psychic is an honorific title for practitioners with psychic skills. Gordon pondered for a moment and then motioned to the manservant to lead the way.
They rode the hoist up to the top floor, surrounded by mountainous rock formations, most of which were hollowed out and carved into rooms, corridors and stairs. The palace-style room was located at the end of the corridor on the top floor, just beside the raised lamp spout.
The mouth is the highest point of the magic lamp.
"Sir, this is it." The valet opened the vermilion door. Inside, there were paintings, gold and silver, and a staggered marble floor. There were columns all around, separated by screens, and all kinds of ingenious ornaments were displayed in the niches.
There is an oval-shaped ivory bed in the innermost part, smoked with spices, drooping veils on all sides, and clusters of flowers. Because it was dark, the room seemed very dark, except for a ray of white moonlight on the dome window sill.
"It's not bad." Gordon browsed around and didn't notice anything strange. Sinbad's expression was as usual, not amazed by the magnificence in front of him.
Gordon put the suitcase into the rosewood wardrobe and looked at the boy thoughtfully.
"Sir, the VIP restaurant is on the other side of the corridor." The manservant bowed and excused himself, walked down the rocky stairs, walked around and around, got into a dirty and small storage room, and closed the door behind his back.
Then he knelt down and pulled out his boots
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He took out a dagger, pried it on the ground, and dug up a stone brick. There was a small hollow hole underneath, which contained a charcoal pen, a stack of paper, and a glass bottle filled with yellow liquid.
"At around six o'clock on Thursday evening, No. 13 checked into the penthouse suite of the Magic Lamp Hotel, accompanied by a local boy who should be a guide. There is nothing unusual about No. 13 at the moment. It remains to be observed." The manservant picked up the charcoal pen and wrote on the paper.
After writing this passage, he copied another copy. Then he opened the glass bottle and poured a few drops of yellow liquid onto the two pieces of paper. The black charcoal characters slowly disappeared and the paper became blank again.
This is a confidential way to send messages. As long as a special liquid is added, the writing will reappear on the paper.
The valet put one of the papers and other items back into the hole, embedded the stone bricks, put away the other one, and walked out of the storage room. At ten o'clock every night, a garbage truck would stop at the back door of the hotel. This information would be passed through the garbage.
The car was sent to the Crescent Oasis branch of the Blood Prison Society on time.
"Sinbad, are you a local?"
In the restaurant, servants filed in with shiny silver plates. Gordon ordered a table full of dishes, but he couldn't find food that could enhance his power and physical body. No matter which country he was in, the cultivation resources were exhausted.
Monopoly by the powerful, there is a price but no market, and very little leakage.
"Yes, sir." Sinbad stood by and opened the dinner covers one by one. Gordon noticed his rapid heartbeat.
"Are your parents still alive?" Gordon asked, while secretly observing the guests dining around. Most of them were businessmen from outside, and a few scattered tourists.
Sinbad lowered his head, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyebrows: "Sir, they are dead. May Allah bless their souls in peace."
"How did you die?" Gordon asked nonchalantly, stretching out his hands.
"He... died of illness." Sinbad picked up the kettle and rinsed Gordon's hands. Then he picked up the knife and started cutting smoked camel hump meat, roasted whole lamb, steamed fat goose and fried chicken.
"Do you live alone now?" Gordon grabbed a piece of hump meat with his right hand, dipped it in pepper, herbs and salt on a small plate, and then wrapped it in shortbread. In most areas of Capricorn and Scorpio, people only
Eating with the right hand, the left hand is considered unclean and is used to wipe feces.
"...Well, yes." Sinbad sprinkled cumin spices on a plate of hand-made rice and poured date wine for Gordon.
"You can stay at my place temporarily."
"Ah, I won't bother you. I, I'm not used to living in such a nice place."
"What do you do for a living when you're not a guide?"
"I... sometimes write letters for people."
"Who are you writing for?"
Gordon's questions came one after another, and Sinbad hesitated and struggled to cope. Finally, after Gordon finished eating the last ball of hand-made rice and drank the last jar of honey water, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's okay for now. You go back first and come here at ten o'clock tomorrow morning." Gordon finished cleaning his hands, opened the cover of the enamel pocket watch and looked at the time. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening.
"Okay, sir, I will be there on time." Sinbad bowed, turned and left, wiping the sweat from his forehead. It was so difficult to serve one person.
Gordon walked back to his room, pulled out a piece of hair, and stuck it in the crack of the door. When he was out, if someone sneaked in secretly and opened the door, the hair would fall out. He would know it immediately when he came back.
Walking to the dome-shaped window sill, Gordon leaned down and looked down for a moment, then pulled out a hidden gray fine mesh mask from the zipper of the collar of the snakeskin windbreaker and put it on. With a push of his palm, he jumped out of the window sill and put it on
He climbed down the rocks on the outer wall, jumping like an ape, always hiding in the shadow of the building.
Pointing his toes, Gordon turned over lightly and fell silently into the dense green shade next to the hotel, waiting quietly. More than two minutes later, Sinbad walked out of the hotel door.