Plague Doctor

Several black Land Cruisers made a bump on desolate semi-desert land towards an unknown meeting point on the Egyptian-Sudanese border.

“Rest assured, everyone is reliable. ”

In the middle of the car, Paul Smith was telling George Edwin and Hurley Fortner that both of his friends were pale, especially Edwin, who had barely recognised him for a few days and whose cheeks had fallen thin and tired eyes filled with strange colors.

Smith hasn't really seen Edwin like this in years.

“Those sellers are just small characters.” Smith added, "They took the money and should have pulled up a bunch of people immediately to keep us from eating black. But they're not too big, because it's not us they should be afraid of, it's the big gangs here. ”

“Paul, I'm not worried about that.” Fortner shrugged that bigger deals had been made before. Although every deal was risky, he wasn't really worried about it. He thought Edwin wasn't either. Edwin was completely fascinated by the fragments...

With regard to that line of holy books, they had made many speculations over the past two days, but only to make the mist bigger.

Since yesterday, Fortner has stopped and told Edwin that he had seen other relics first, and the mummy the seller said, to get more clues before deducing.

Because if it's just such a broken bowl of water, a line of holy books, there's really no way to make a decision.

But... that's just one of the reasons Fortner feels he has to pull it out, he has to cool it down, or he might get into it.

“I see you all look bad.” Smith made a joke, "watch out for the women here, watch out for AIDS, that thing is fucked up. ”

Fortner still had a smile to deal with, but Edwin didn't seem to hear the conversation between them and immersed himself in his spiritual world.

It was still morning, and the sun had not become violent, but the semi-desert had also been covered in a hot steam, making the wind and sand blown like a burnt blade, and the lonely dwarf trees and weeds of the earth were on the verge of death.

The SUV fleet gradually moved away from nearby urban towns, not to mention human cigarettes, not even a wild dog.

It was not until the convoy arrived at the meeting site that several tents had been erected in the desert in front of it. Some vehicles were parked around the tents, some guards were stationed and patrolling, and there were guns and weapons on the tall men, one with a poor face.

The vehicle stopped a short way from the camp, and Paul-Smith got off and spoke with Eldin, who was accompanied by people, before the convoy passed and drove to the camp to stop. Then, Fortner and Edwin, get out of the car, take the tools, and walk into the camp with a team of their own bodyguards.

“Did you bring everything?” As soon as Edwin saw Eldin, he asked, the tone was like a man who had long yearned for water.

“Mr. Edwin, come with me, it's all in there.” Eldin nodded, more confident than before, after all, with a large group of people around him.

Edwin rushed to Eldin's main tent, Fortner, Smith, and they had to take a big step to follow.

When they entered the tent, they saw two other sellers that day, Bashir, Ira, and more guards with live ammunition. The tent is quite spacious, with a long table in the middle covered with white cloth, and three rectangular outlines, seemingly three coffins, hidden behind a large piece of nylon cloth.

A coffin with a mummy?

When Fortner looked at the outlines, he couldn't help but get excited; not to mention Edwin, who was about to jump, but was stopped by Bashir, who came up.

“Mr. Edwin, take it easy.” Bishop has more confidence and a little more travel, "we have a lot of other good things to do. ”

And Ella's journey was even heavier, with an automatic rifle and several rounds of bullet tape on her, "You've got the money, we've got the stuff for you, you've got the money for us, that's what's going on today, and if you move any distractions, you can't go back carefully. ”

“Don't bullshit me!” Edwin suddenly had a loud drink, all of a sudden there was no usual Wen Wen Ruya, a bluish bump on his pale, thin old face, “The money will be given to you, will be given, but you don't understand the current situation, it's not that simple... these things, they involve secrets, I can feel them, secrets...”

Bashir and Ella were all stuck. The old man was like a drug addiction attack. The two of them looked at each other. Does that mean something is more valuable?

“Edwin means the secret of history.” Paul Smith plays the Circus right away, “for those who love archaeology, that's the real priceless thing about antiquities. ”

“If you have anything good, take it out.” Fortner also said, "As long as we look at it, we can negotiate the price. ”

He did not know if the old friend had realized the other day that he would be in such a state of mind that he had called him far away from Rendi for help.

But now he thinks that when this deal is over, it seems like it's not just going to be easy to sleep. This old friend is under a lot of pressure. He wants to achieve a level like Shang Borian, and he's going to crash himself. Maybe he needs a break to adjust his mood and even see a psychiatrist.

Fortner just watched as Basher walked to the rectangular table, lifting the white cloth over the table and revealing the objects on the table.

His eyes suddenly opened and his heart scratched...

It doesn't surprise him that there are pottery in a can of bottles on a long table, because a grave with a bowl of water has these containers.

What caught his eye was an animal in the middle of the table, a ceramic statue, a ram's head, a lion's body, and in a trance, he seemed to see those two curved ram horns spinning, like a vortex, spinning thousands of years of history, spinning countless secrets.

Edwin has quickly walked up, the look on his face has become even weirder, and he is also looking at the animal's ceramic statue, his mouth mumbling to make the noise that others can neither hear nor understand, mixed with English: “The sun god of the ram's head… here, the Nubian area… the Nile… the Kush…”

Others may not hear anything, but Fortner listens to these words, his mind flips, and other knowledge and ideas pop up.

Was his earlier interpretation of that line of Holy Scripture fundamentally in the wrong direction… The rebellion did not take place during the Züsel period, but during the New Kingdom…

The water bowl, the tomb, is a product of the New Kingdoms?

I don't know why, Fortner walked towards that animal pottery statue while his mind turned a little invisible, Edwin said, unnamed fear.