Chapter 1187 - 1186: Curse from the Ancient Pharaoh
"Curse! Curse! This is a curse from the Ancient Pharaoh!"
"The curse is real, I saw Anubis, translucent, he came from the Netherworld!"
"Golden Mask! I’ve been possessed, he’s inside my body, I can hear his voice, I can hear his voice!"
"I was pierced by the guards of the Netherworld, part of my spirit was brought into the Netherworld, placed on the scales!"
"Scarab! Golden Sun! My body is full of bugs! Full of bugs! Help! Help me, I beg you, save me!"
"Amon God! Sun God! He slapped John to death with one blow!"
"Mummy! They’re all mummies, they want to wrap us up, they want to drag us to the tomb to be buried with them!"
"Uraeus! Golden Holy Serpent Uraeus! Sobek! Swamp God Sobek!"
"Scorpion King! The Scorpion King is back, run! Everyone run!"
"My heart hurts! My heart hurts! My heart was taken by that black panther, my heart hurts!"
"Millennium curse... Millennium curse... We’re doomed... All doomed..."
...
Except for a few who were left unconscious in the hospital for observation, some too mad were sent to a psychiatric ward, the rest, after a round in the hospital, were all sent to Cairo Police Station in one go.
"So, what’s their situation? Are they all crazy? Or just pretending?"
At the station, besides the police chief, the curator of the Pyramid Museum was also called up overnight, first toured the museum, and came quickly.
Besides that, with a national museum burglarized at midnight, some related department officials also rushed over overnight to get first-hand information.
"It should be real." The police chief also felt a chill, "When we rushed into the museum, they were all wailing inside, some in the first-floor hall, some in the second-floor corridor, either unconscious or raving."
"Did you interrogate them? Who are they, and why did they come to rob the museum?"
"We asked a few not too serious ones, and they confessed." The police chief said, "They received a task to steal artifacts from the overseas looted artifacts exhibition hall."
"What!?"
"Those bandits and thieves?"
"Shameless!"
"How dare they!?"
"Contact Gaul, contact Great Yin Country, we need to sue them!"
"Sorry, gentlemen, we have no evidence, besides their confessions, they also have no evidence..." The police chief interrupted the few, spread his hands.
The crowd, "..."
"Besides them, there are some peripheral members like hackers and mercenaries, we’ve already sent people to capture them, but the other side is very cautious, the success rate might not be high." The police chief continued.
"Damn it!"
"Do they dare ignore us so?"
"Those Europeans and Americans are always like this, let them wait, sooner or later we’ll make them pay back!"
After venting anger, the crowd refocused on the people in front of them.
Even through thick one-way glass, they could clearly see the terror, anxiety, trembling, shivering, like lambs standing in the icy wilderness or facing the tiger’s mouth.
"What’s wrong with them?"
"Why do they look so terrified?"
"This is the crux of the incident!"
The police chief couldn’t help shivering, instinctively said, "They said they encountered the Pharaoh’s curse... All the artifacts in the museum came alive..."
The police chief held the documents, showing the people’s confessions to those next to him.
There was another document, integrating the confessions into a comprehensive document, recording their series of actions and all encountered incidents.
"Turned into real king cobras?"
"Talking Golden Mask?"
"A black cat as big as a leopard?"
"An Anubis sculpture with Netherworld flames burning on its head?"
"Scarabs and floating Golden Sun?"
"Revived mummies?"
"Scorpion King’s army?"
"Mobile Sphinx and statues of gods and Pharaohs?"
"How is it possible? Are they crazy?"
"I don’t know if they’re crazy, but their confessions match."
The police chief’s lips quivered, he hadn’t seen it, but the news from their mouths was startling.
The key is...
"Those claiming to be wrapped by mummies were fainted on the second floor, those struck by Sphinx and god statues fainted on the first floor.
And those said stabbed by Netherworld soldiers, he said his heart and ribs constantly hurt, the one infiltrated by scarabs, he said his whole body itched, and several who said they were constricted by mummies kept taking deep breaths, saying they had difficulty breathing."
Let alone the police chief, all station officers kept enough distance from them unless necessary, fearing the curse might pass onto themselves, who knows if those millennia-old curses are contagious...
The museum curator involuntarily shivered, thinking he stayed with those items every day!
The others were stunned, the file looked like a Hollywood script.
But...
"Is this real? How could it be?"
"Are they really... cursed?"
The group stepped back facing the glass, looking at the hysterical crowd inside.
"Gentlemen, no need to worry, when our officers entered the museum, they didn’t see revived mummies and sculptures, nor scarabs and Scorpion King."
The police chief mustered courage and said, "They probably targeted only the intruders."
"What did you say?"
"You mean these curses can distinguish insiders from outsiders?"
"Could it be... those artifacts... they’ve gained intelligence?"
The group was more scared...
The police chief stood firm, shivering anxiously, "I, I don’t know either..."
The group immediately looked at the museum curator, he’s the expert.
The curator was about to cry, he himself was terrified, and he had just toured the museum, especially the overseas looted artifacts hall, with extra scrutiny!
He wished he could go to the hospital for a full-body exam.
"Perhaps... perhaps..."
The curator’s mind raced, suddenly a flash of insight, "Perhaps it’s the bloodline? We all carry the blood of the Pharaoh Country? So the curse sees us as its own?"
The eyes of those with Pharaoh Country bloodline lit up, while those of European descent couldn’t help trembling.