bit stealing game

Chapter 123 Twelve Overlapping Years

"What do you mean?" I looked at this incomprehensible boy in surprise.

Those stern green eyes looked at me without blinking. "You know better than me who [Hymn of the Cannibal] refers to. Since he is a bait, why bother to save him."

"Not to me."

Jason stared at me for a while. "Okay, heroism." He shrugged and continued walking forward.

"What about you? Why are you here?"

Thinking about it carefully, this is really very suspicious. Jason has many contradictions, but it is not inconsistent to be in such a dangerous team. Sometimes he is so calm that I forget that he is just a minor. More importantly, who is he?

How did you join? After all, even Arnold spent a lot of money to buy a one-way ticket.

Jason paused and didn't answer me.

I couldn't stand any more troubles, so I grabbed Arno. He slowed down with me, and after we put a certain distance away from Jason, I asked quietly: "What's going on with that guy?"

"I don't know much." Arnold looked at Jason's lonely back, "He was brought in by Morgan, and he seems to have a close relationship with Mr. Buswell."

"But what's so special about Jason that we have to take him with us?" This is what concerns me.

"Then why did they take Ali with them? Hassan and Laila are priests, but he is not." Arno said softly.

I heard what he didn't say: "Then why did they take you?"

In fact, I know that I am in the same situation as Ali. We are both redundant people. Although I am worried about my friends, I can't do anything to help and can only be used to contain them. And Jason is actually important enough to influence Buswell

, and Morgan knows this. It seems that except for Ms. Carter and Stephanie, Americans are not monolithic.

In silence, we continued down from the horizon of the gods. The rugged road became narrower and narrower, mainly because there were densely packed statues of gods on both sides, even Osiris, the god of the underworld. Moreover, those statues were all kneeling, and

It is not dressed up by a priest or a pharaoh. It can be seen from the statue that it is the god himself.

In the temple, the Egyptian gods have supreme power. So under the horizon that belongs to them, who do the gods bow to?

Everyone had to kneel down and worship the gods.

In addition to accepting the pressure brought by the gods' gifts in disguise, we feel more and more something is wrong as we go. On the horizon symbolized by the two-headed lion just now, under the gaze of the Bennu bird, we do not go to the past or the future, but choose

Now. But why is the environment in front of me so familiar?

I frowned.

"Is this the wall that Patrick ran into after being shot by Stephanie?" Arnold said, reaching out towards the water curtain. He had two rings on his index finger and little finger.

I stared at his hands disappearing into the "wall".

"Yu, you guys wait here, Vladi and I will go in and take a look." Arno withdrew his hand and turned his head and said. The Russian who was called gave Ali another hand and then stepped forward.

"I'll go too."

Arnold squeezed my shoulder. "It won't be fun if Stephanie is still behind here. Don't worry, I can do it."

I thought for a moment that my fighting ability really stretched my hips, and that Ya Nuo could be considered a piece of meat, so I nodded and hid beside Xia Shangzhou with Chang Xiao.

Not long after the two boys entered, a talking hand stretched out from the water curtain hole, constantly conveying "safety" signals.

I rolled my eyes and stepped in.

Arno smiled when he saw me, and then changed to a serious look. "There's something wrong here."

I looked at his face and was shocked: "Can you see me?"

Arno nodded solemnly. The two of them were speechless and choked.

When we first came here, we could only see Pike's body after he died. But now everyone can see each other. Could it be that under the horizon of the gods, we have all fallen into the earth, holding those two heads together

Lions guard the realm of life and death?

Chang Xiao walked towards the combined statue of Sobek and Mut. The United Nations equipment was scattered on the ground, the weapons inside were gone, but there was some food left.

"Stephanie escaped?" I immediately knelt down and looked around warily.

"In other words, we have not returned to where we were then." Arnold put down his equipment, stood up and stared ahead.

There were originally four bronze jars as big as coffins at the end of this space. Li Yuan and Karl climbed up to take a look. But now there is a person standing between us and the gods' internal organs, lying motionless on the ground.

Arno had already walked to the man's side, and I followed him cautiously as there was no danger. Chang Xiao seemed to be more interested in the stitched statues of the divine body experiments, and Xia Shangzhou also looked at it curiously.

"You're really right." Jason turned the man lying on the ground over. It was an unfamiliar face, wearing the same desert adventure outfit from twelve years ago as Uncle Hassan, and he also had a fresh look.

He looked dead. He still held a gun in his hand. "It seems that we have arrived at a different place, or a different time."

Another fresh corpse from twelve years ago.

I was already immune to the dead, so I subconsciously checked to see if there was a mirror around me that was made into a charm of life. At this time, Jason, who was squatting next to the corpse, said "Huh". I was about to ask him what he had found, when I saw him.

The whole person was lying on the ground, smelling something carefully.

This was really creepy. I quietly moved back and got farther away from the strange boy.

"He committed suicide." Arnold didn't care about Jason's actions and pointed out to me a burn mark on the deceased's hair. "This is consistent with the caliber of the gun in his hand. This gun is not common. He

He should have been an active soldier at the time."

So the people who came twelve years ago were far more than just him, Alex's parents and Hassan's uncle as a guide.

I couldn't help but look at the poor guy who took his own life. Why did he not choose to fight but committed suicide twelve years ago when he had a gun? How terrible of a situation could he defeat this warrior? And it's so strange.

, if it was such a crude way of committing suicide with a gunshot to the head, there was no trace of blood or brains around him.

The British bald man swore a curse word. "This damn place is really like hell."

This is fucked up more than hell.

Is Kawaiisan alive, are we? Two people who came here twelve years ago died inexplicably, but what about those sixty years ago?

"Ali, come here." I stopped the Egyptian who was busy being a wallflower boy. He seemed to have nothing to do with himself at the moment. "How much do you know about Hassan's uncle? He and Laila mentioned it to you.

That happened twelve years ago?”

Ali turned back from the mural, his amber eyes reflecting the frozen scene. "The lion is the boatman who protects different worlds. He is reborn after crossing the horizon of the gods. Wang Yu, it was you who brought everyone here.

.”

"This is where we have been, and where we were twelve years ago. In this space, time is folded." The scientist suddenly said. "We actually walked through the gate of time and space."

Is it true that the end of science can only be magicians? I roll my eyes to the sky. Rather than believing in the folding of time and space, it is better to say that the air conditions here are suitable for the preservation of corpses.

"Boom."

My heart skipped a beat. Everyone stood up straight and looked toward the end. There was another impact from the coffin-like bronze jar, which even sounded like a drum.

Arno opened his mouth. "Is there something wrong with this god's stomach?"

Chang Xiao and others gathered around after hearing the sound, and couldn't help but frown when they saw Jason almost lying on the body.

"what happened?"

Taking advantage of the interval of impact, I asked Chang Xiao: "Did you find anything just now?"

Chang Xiao stared at the bronze jar and threw something to me.

It was a men's watch. The strap was broken and the watch stopped spinning. I took it and subconsciously turned it to the back, where "E.B." was engraved on it.

"Eva Beyer?" I asked in surprise. "This was given by Alex's mother. Could it be that the person who died was Alex's father?"

Chang Xiao shook his head. "It's not the dead man's thing. It was found in the backpack left behind."

"But don't those backpacks belong to Boothwell and the others?"

Could it be that Stephanie and others ripped it off from the body? Speaking of which, where are the three people we left to guard Stephanie?

"Don't keep nagging behind, we have a situation now." Mao Zi said.

As the impact became louder and louder, the four bronze jars shook violently. It didn't take much to think that the contents inside were not good.

It's too late to think about other people's affairs.

Chang Xiao said to me, "Hold it," and took the lead towards the bronze coffin that seemed to be hiding a corpse. I held the watch in my hand and followed him quickly.

"What do you want to do?" Jason asked.

Chang Xiao raised his eyelids and waved his hand towards the mural with the backbone of Osiris: "If you don't want to die, hurry in."

Now that there is a bronze jar that is about to be broken behind us, we can only run into the wall where Li Yuan sacrificed himself again. If this is still the place we have been, not twelve years ago.

As expected, everyone who was still in shock experienced another 180-degree flip of perspective, but this time the golden liquid had spread to Osiris's spine. Before we could stand still, we heard footsteps coming from the front.

"Da da da."

Something walked towards us on the sticky blood of the gods.

I subconsciously glanced at the watch in my hand, and the stopped hands seemed to move.

It can be preserved and preserved here, and the Pharaoh will be ecstatic

Wallflower refers to a person who does not fit in with others, a term used in American bullying

(End of chapter)