bit stealing game

Chapter 27 The person with the answer

The car stopped in front of a building with Egyptian style and European heritage.

This place is not far from the West Bank Sacrifice Temple Group. I never knew there was such a place here.

The courtyard wall is about as high as a person, and the colonial-style building protrudes high. In the middle is a carved iron gate. Opposite the door, there are dense but neatly trimmed tall bushes, which just blocks the entrance.

The view peeking through the fence.

Compared to the Chicago house with a metal door sealed, the owner of this house politely protects his privacy. It's like a British thing to be sultry.

The owner here is indeed an Englishman.

On the way here, Teacher Bai told us that the person we were going to visit this time was Sir Black.

This Lord Black is said to have been working in Egypt for forty or fifty years, and is the perfect candidate to discuss exchanges. The archaeological team has never seen such a person in the three years they have been here, and they don't know where 279 dug him out.

An Egyptian without a turban came and opened the door for us. Master Xie drove in with familiarity. As soon as we got off the car, we saw Jiang Can. He and Ding Ze were standing in front of the building waiting for us. Ding Ze didn't

I like to talk too much, but unexpectedly I am very familiar with Master Xie, and we even chatted a few words when we met.

Jiang Can led us into the majestic building and went upstairs.

The hall is very spacious, and the entire space is open from top to bottom. Sunlight shines directly from the church-like vault on the top of the building. The rooms on each floor extend from the corridor and will never compete with the hall.

This building has only three floors in total, and the height between each floor must be four meters. The walls are hung with paintings from various ancient civilizations, including Egypt, Maya, Mesopotamia, and India.

I also saw a hand-drawn drawing of the Epang Palace ruins on the stairs on the second floor.

Master Xie didn't follow him. He just finished talking to Ding Ze and didn't know what to do. I'm used to the way these people disappear without saying hello, so I didn't pay much attention.

As I walked, I felt a little strange.

This house is full of good upbringing and taste, so I naturally feel that the owner's etiquette must be quite thorough.

But how could such a host allow guests to greet them?

Although except for the Egyptian who opened the door to us at the beginning, we did not meet anyone else in the whole manor. If Jiang Can and Ding Ze were not there, I would be a little scared.

You can't blame me for being timid.

First, we don’t have anyone with high martial arts value here.

Han Jiangxue is a technician like Atian, who looks polite and dignified; Teacher Bai is a doctor, and he probably doesn’t know much about boxing and kicking; Lou Shiqi, although he is quite tall, has slumped shoulders and looks like

I'm not very good at handling things; I know how much I weigh. In comparison, He Rongchuan may be the best among us, but if something really goes wrong, we may all have to answer for it.

Secondly, this environment is quite impressive when you think about it.

In this huge house, there was no one alive except for a few of us. The whole building was very quiet. I don’t know if it was because of the good sound insulation, but I couldn’t even hear the chirping of birds. Only the sunlight filtered down from the distant roof, which was impressive.

The hall was also made cold and solemn by that light.

Plus I've never heard of this place. If the owner here can really explain the problem of the underground temple, why did the archaeological team never know of his existence?

But what makes me most unsure is how familiar 279 people are with this place.

Not only Jiang Can and Ding Ze, who arrived early, but the remaining people didn't show any unfamiliarity with this place. I don't know if they have been here before or if they are just well-trained and are not curious when facing a strange environment.

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The only one who is more trustworthy now is Lou Shiqi. Among these people, he and I are the only ones who came from the archaeological team, so we can be considered legitimate. And after all, we have worked together for a month, so we can all be considered friends. I think so

I went to see Lou Shiqi, wanting to make eye contact with him and unite the front. But this guy was still looking around carelessly. I stared at him for a long time but he didn't respond.

The house was bigger than it looked. My eyes almost hurt when I finally stopped at the door of a room on the third floor.

There is nothing mysterious about this room from the outside. The ajar door is no different from the countless other doors I saw along the way. They are all solid and heavy carved wooden doors. If I insist on saying it is different, it is because of the paintings on this door.

An owl.

I have seen foxes, deers and swans on some of the doors in front of this floor. I didn't expect that the owner of this house in Egypt would use Greek mythology to decorate it interestingly.

I haven't passed by the second floor just now, so I don't know if there are other civilization series on the door on that floor. Maybe there are jade rabbits, giant pandas, etc.

A group of us had just walked to the door and were about to knock on the door when we heard an old man inside saying loudly: "Welcome, please come in."

He has a smooth London accent. The old man's demeanor makes this distinctive accent sound smooth and smooth.

The door opened inwards.

"I neglected you earlier."

The old man was sitting in a wheelchair and greeted a few of us with a smile. We bent over and shook hands with him, and he said "Come in and sit" and turned the wheelchair inside.

This explained why the host didn't go out to greet us.

This is a super large study room.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a bookcase on the left that almost reaches the ceiling, and the entire wall is filled with books.

There were many maps hanging on the right hand side. There were huge maps of the modern world, hand-drawn maps of the Nile River Basin, and seemingly topographic maps of the Sahara Desert. I only glanced at them briefly without looking carefully.

Facing the door, there is a row of tall and narrow floor-to-ceiling windows, with a flavor left over from the last century. The outside is glass, and the inside is wooden baffle. Now the baffle is half open, and the light in the room is sufficient without looking too bright.

Dazzling.

Comfortable sofas are gathered loosely in the middle of the room, in a concave shape, with the gap facing the window. There is a table in the middle of the sofa with some refreshments on it. It has the feeling of a nineteenth-century salon.

After we sat down, the old man parked his wheelchair at the gap in the sofa wall, with his back to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

After I came in, I didn't see the few remaining people in 279.

Chang Xiao, Guangyu and Xia Shangzhou are not here, nor are Han Wu and Li Yuan who are hiding their heads. I don’t know if these people have been assigned other tasks. To be honest, I have not had much contact with Chang Xiao and Guangyu until now.

, Hanwu has never seen it before.

Meng Weiqing had just met us at the door with the old man. He did not find a place to sit down, but stood beside the old man.

"This is Lord Black." Meng Weiqing introduced, "He has been in Egypt for many years and helped us with this operation." Then he introduced us a few more times, and finally said: "This time we

I have some questions to ask you."

Sir Black smiled the whole time and nodded after hearing what Meng Weiqing said.

This is the first time I heard Meng Weiqing speak English. He has no accent and is very clean and crisp.

In fact, I thought about how 279 people attended English cram school together. It may be like our archaeological team learning Arabic. Everyone forgets it after learning it, because they are afraid of being called on by the teacher to practice conversation.

Maybe it’s because of Grandpa Li’s description that my impression of 279 still remains decades ago. But after these few contacts, I found that language is not a problem for 279. After all, it is a national-level action group, and its members

The quality is just different.

But why would such a well-trained team choose me and Lou Shiqi to join the team?

I may have discovered the Nameless Temple by accident, but that doesn't mean they have to take me with them. What's more, why do these people need Lou Shiqi?

This thought didn't bother me for long.

Lord Black invited us to try English tea.

Everyone started chatting cautiously but lively. I thought about it in my mind, mechanically took a sip of tea, stuffed another bite of scone in, and took a long time to swallow it.

Lou Shiqi was sitting next to me. He came over and whispered: "We are actually eating together with a British knight."

I found it interesting that he looked like he had never seen the world. I was about to tease him when I suddenly thought that the last name Black sounded familiar.

It just so happened that he was almost finished eating at this time, and Sir Black introduced the topic.

"Mr. Meng just introduced me, but I think I still need to explain the reason why I invited you here."

We all looked at him.

Sir Black crossed his hands on his legs and said gently: "I have worked in Egypt for more than 40 years and have a certain understanding of it. It can be said that apart from London, Luxor is the place where I have lived the longest.

.I have been coming here every year since I graduated from college, because since I first came here sixty years ago, I have felt very connected to this place. Maybe it is fate, everyone in our family likes Egypt. Speaking of my family and

The fate of Egypt goes back more than seventy years."

At this time, I finally remembered why Sir Black sounded familiar. He is the head of the Black family.

Sir Black then said: "I heard that you are going to the desert. So I may indeed have some suggestions for you."

I was startled when I heard this, and then I remembered that I didn't even know what 279 was going to do. If they were going into the desert, then their purpose would indeed be the same as that of Arno and others.

When following 279, I always told me what I should know, and there was no need to ask me about things I shouldn’t know. Having said that, it’s still a bit too much to not even know the main purpose.

In the past two days, I have been immersed in the puzzles of Egyptian culture. I almost forgot that 279’s original intention was to create stones with magnetic fields, rather than harmless cultural exchanges.

I subconsciously looked at Meng Weiqing.

He was still standing next to Sir Black, and as if he felt my gaze, he lowered his eyes and glanced at me. But I didn't get any information from this look.

Lord Black turned around and pressed the button on the desk.

After a while, a middle-aged British man came in wearing a three-piece suit and looked down upon the Egyptian weather, followed by two Egyptians who were also too well-dressed. The Egyptians neatly cleaned up in front of us and gave each of us a three-piece suit.

I added some tea and placed a cup on the desk.

The three people finished their work and left quietly. We only had time to say a few words of thank you.

"Mr. Meng contacted me yesterday and said that you entered the Temple of Horus. I believe you have some questions you want to know."

Sir Black rolled his wheelchair to the front of the desk and picked up a stack of thick information.

We spread the information over several cases.

Some of the pages were so large that the teacups had to be pushed aside to make room. The old paper closest to me had one eye open numbly.

The Temple of Horus probably got its name from the Eye of Horus behind the altar.

"These are the rubbings of the zodiac pictures on the murals and ceilings in the Temple of Horus." Sir Black told us. "As you might expect, the French team entered the temple that year. However, the rubbings

It’s not them, it’s the British Egypt Exploration Society.”

We are digesting the rubbings in front of us and the information given by Lord Black.

So since the rubbing was made by the Egypt Exploration Society, why was it in his hands?

Sir Black glanced at us. "You may be wondering why these rubbings are in my hands now." He glanced at me and then said: "This is because the Black family was the one who funded the Egypt Exploration Society at that time."

Although I have never had the chance to meet Lord Black in the past, I still know the name of the Egypt Exploration Society.

After the society was established at the end of the 19th century, they funded the loss of many Egyptian cultural relics. A list of lost cultural relics could be written according to the funding projects.

Before the archaeological team's excavation application was approved this year, I received an invitation from the British Museum to conduct research in Egypt. That project was jointly conducted by the British and the Egypt Exploration Society.

I just didn’t expect that these two forces are actually one of you and one of me.

"And it's not just funding. My uncle was also on that archaeological team. He went to the Temple of Horus."

Sir Black looked at us calmly.

"This is why I have been funding the Egypt Exploration Society for decades. Like you, my uncle has been studying the secrets of the Horus Temple since he discovered it. Sixty years ago, he suddenly said that he wanted to find it in the desert.

Some things. Since you are going now, let me share my experience that year.

Being the only one to come back from that desert."

Thanks to my friends calling, I actually got 100 votes hahhh

It’s really through friendship that we’ve come this far (

(End of chapter)