bit stealing game

Chapter 67 The Name of the Rose

The campground wasn't very big, and I didn't take two steps before I bumped into an acquaintance.

My face made it clear that I didn't want to say more, but this guy was not a wise man.

"Yu, you are so heartless! You clearly saw me but didn't say hello to me!" Ya Nuo gave up his pose and stalked me. "Did Lee make you angry?"

His blue eyes were shining with anticipation. He looked exactly like my dog ​​when he watches other dogs fighting and moves in to watch the fun.

I walked straight back.

Li Yuan didn't offend me, but the events that happened one after another made me unable to stop being irritated. I didn't want to show my anger to anyone, but Yanuo followed me all the way, and we were almost at Camp 279.

"Why are you following me?"

"Yu, you are a little upset."

"Did I pay you the consultation fee?" I stopped angrily.

Arno just looked at me patiently.

I was even more annoyed by what he looked at: "We have a saying there called [You pull the donkey when someone else is holding it]. What does this mean?"

Arno blinked expectantly.

I stared at the pair of blue eyes and said word by word: "It means someone stole the donkey and you pulled out the stake that tied it. So the blame for stealing the donkey will be placed on your head. If you knew that I

If you're in a bad mood, you'd better walk away now."

Yanuo clearly received the malicious signal, but he laughed ignorantly. "It would be an honor for me if Yu's unhappiness can be solved by venting his anger on me."

I didn’t want to hit the smiling man. Although I couldn’t understand why a man like Arno insisted on coming to my place to make himself unhappy, I couldn’t be cold-faced to him anymore. So I allowed Arno to return to 279’s territory with me.

Everyone is at the United Nations. In the place where people were sitting around eating barbecue just now, two bonfires were extinguished, leaving only one bonfire still burning.

"Yu, there's no one here, let's go back there and have fun!" Arno suggested.

I was suddenly very tired. I stepped on the sheep bones on the ground and stared at the tireless flames.

When I sent Blake's notes to A Tian in the afternoon, Lao Zhang once again asked me to go back as soon as possible. If I follow 2.79 and encounter something, it will be that the sky and the earth will not work.

Now I am beginning to seriously consider his proposal. Originally, I only came to Egypt for archeology. I didn’t feel like I had to drink honey and followed them into the desert. Especially when Meng Weiqing and others definitely concealed a lot of things.

situation.

Arno walked fastidiously around the fire.

I was so dizzy by him. "What are you still doing here? Go back over there to have fun."

"It's already a pleasure to stay here with you." After Arno said, he sat down on the treasure ground that he had chosen. At the end, he patted the sand on the side.

I frowned in disgust.

But Arnold refused to give up and looked at me with eyes full of expectation.

I kicked away a sheep bone and sat down.

Arno's arms were relaxed on his long curled legs, and his fingers were beating the beat briskly, as if adding BGM to himself. He seemed to be a different person when he left the crowd. Those things made him shine.

His mood also calmed down.

This reminded me of the last time I was in the Valley of the Kings, when Arno was just like me and was thrown aside in silence. The contrast between him was really huge.

But even if Arno seems to be enjoying the silence, I don't like sitting in silence in front of a roasted lamb with only a skeleton left. Especially when my heart is in a mess.

"Did you know that they are going to the Temple of Set later?" I asked.

"I would be surprised if they didn't go."

Neither Arno nor I said who "they" were.

"What about you? Are you going?"

Arno shook his head.

"Don't look at me like that." He showed a flattering smile. "I'm just a chess piece who can't help myself."

"Don't you care at all?" I wondered.

Arno shrugged indifferently, "What do you care? Don't they ask for my opinion?"

"You know what I'm talking about. They didn't take me there, so I have nothing to say. But you gave it to [Eternal Eye]. Isn't this your tour fee for this trip to the Sahara Desert?"

"But I did follow you to the Sahara." Arno threw away the wood he picked up to poke the fire with, "I have nothing special about me. If I didn't happen to have the [Eternal Eye], I wouldn't even be able to exchange for this ticket.

I got it. So I can’t force it.”

"Since something as valuable as the [Eternal Eye] is just your ticket, do you know why they took me with them?"

This question has been on my mind for a long time.

Lou Shiqi was able to follow because Ya was basically 279’s undercover agent in the archaeological team, and he could also draw maps. However, after thinking about it, there was no reason why 279 had to bring me with him. Even if one of them needed a "

"Chosen Son" to find out the real Temple of Set, but I believe this person can also be Li Yuan Alex Lelayano. There is no need to bring me with you because you want to find someone to take the blame.

Arno smiled and sighed. "It would be nice if I could know why. When I first approached you at the auction, I also wanted to know what was different about you, so that I could prepare some backup plans. But

There's nothing special about you except that you're quite interesting."

"Then I'm really sorry." I said dryly.

"Anyway, I'm very happy to have met Yu. It's an unexpected blessing coming here." Arno showed his Italian talent.

"Really?" I laughed to myself, "I think I came here out of nowhere."

"Actually, instead of why they asked you to come, it's better to ask Yu what he thinks." Yanuo tilted his head, "Why did you come?"

Why am I here? That's a really good question.

At first, I wanted to come to Egypt again because I was thinking about the building I accidentally discovered under the construction site last year that did not exist in the history of ancient Egypt. After Grandpa Li told me about the Yin family and 279, my curiosity became even stronger.

These various coincidences and speculations about prehistoric civilization make me want to take a closer look. But are these really worth my trip?

In the silence, Arno moved closer to me. The good smell on his body became more and more obvious.

I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose, then turned my head and sneezed.

Arno looked like he had been slapped.

I rubbed my nose awkwardly. "What perfume are you using? I'm a little allergic."

Arnold reluctantly moved away, not forgetting to defend his taste: "This is Кипящийснег, it smells like Siberian spring."

Later I found out that he mixed this perfume himself, and this [Boiling Snow] is only found on his body.

"How can snow boil?"

"Yes. I saw it once in Murmansk." Arnold described the scene softly as if he was afraid of disturbing a sweet dream. "That was the first time I saw real wind and snow. It blew from the mainland.

The wind passed through the port and met the sea breeze on the sea. The snow fell in that encounter, like a goose feather quilt brought by the wind to the sea."

"Murmansk." I murmured and repeated this familiar place name. Isn't this the [frozen-free port] that A Tian had checked?

I turned my head and looked at Arno with narrowed eyes. "What else is there besides the sea's goose feather quilt?"

"There are also beauties, wine and beautiful scenery." Arnold pretended to be stupid.

I was about to continue asking when Jiang Can and a foreigner staggered over, arm-in-arm with each other. Behind them was another short-skinned man with blond hair.

"Wang Yu, why are you doing this alone if you don't go there to have fun?" Jiang Can seemed to have drank a lot, and his tongue was so big.

"Hello, Chris. Hello." The foreigner who was leaning close to Brother Jiang and Can greeted us. I recognized that this was the young man who had just rescued Alex. He looked even drunker than before.

Arno and I both stood up.

"When I came back and found no one, I just sat here for a while." I said. "What about you?"

"I'm here to get Erguotou and let these foreigners experience Chinese wine." Jiang Can let go of the drunk man, took two steps towards the tent, then turned back and said in vague English: "Wait here."

"Hello." The drunkard who was left behind by Jiang Can said hello to us again. He didn't have a good balance when walking towards us and almost fell.

Arno supported him. "Be careful."

"I have learned a language that is very similar to the chirping of birds." The drunk young man pushed Arno away and shook his curly head. "I tried hard for a long time, but I feel that there is no grammar in it. It's like

It's just a bird call." The word grammar mumbled in his throat.

His friend stood aside with his hands folded, watching coldly.

"I'll tell you something." Then the drunkard began to chirp enthusiastically.

There was applause in the silence.

We turned around and saw Lou Shiqi coming out of the tent with Jiang Can. He was applauding enthusiastically.

"What's wrong? He's a good ventriloquist. But I'm even better." Then Lou Shiqi cleared his throat and made a lively bird call. Then he picked up the things he had packed again under the eager eyes of the drunkard's admiration.

, went to find Meng Weiqing.

I can't tell who is more outrageous.

Jiang Can carried two bottles of Erguotou and staggered back to the wine shop with Little Curly Hair. Ban Cun, who was left behind, sighed helplessly: "I am Chris, and that fool just now is James."

"Hello Chris. I'm Wang Yu."

After Chris introduced himself, he chased the two drunkards and left. After he left, Arnold suddenly complained aggrievedly: "Yu, why do you call him Chris and never call me that? I thought our relationship was already very good.

.”

Why? I was stunned when he asked. In fact, we can indeed be considered friends. I don’t know since when, this narcissistic Italian is no longer so unpleasant to look at.

"Your name is not really Chris. Does it matter how I call you?" I pretended to look down at the bonfire casually, but in fact I was paying attention to Arno's reaction.

I don’t know why I think Ya Nuo’s identity is fake. A Tian can’t find him. Before the London auction, he seemed to have never appeared in public. Even if he is a well-protected gangster It's impossible for a party young master to leave no traces, right? What's more, there are still some disharmonious things about him. For example, his skin is not tanned at all, his proficiency in Russian, and he can actually obtain ores under the control of the former Soviet Union.

Arno looked at the dying bonfire.

"What's the name? No matter what name you call a rose, it will always be so fragrant."

This is not a negative.

I was shocked. It was just a casual guess at first. I never expected that this Arnold was the same as Li Yuan. And I didn’t even know who he was. But surprisingly, this didn’t even look like me. I was so angry when I found out that Li Yuan was Yin Yuechen.

So I pretended to be calm and said: "But you who can get the [Eternal Eye] and the [Murmansk] ore are not harmless roses. I am not Shakespeare either. I forgot to ask, Murmansk." Is that stone also in your hand?"

Arno, or the person pretending to be Arno, suddenly laughed. "I know why you are angry with Lee. Is it because he also hid something from you? And he is so self-righteous that he refuses to tell you until now. I think this is for your own good."

I don't know if Li Yuan thought he was doing my best, but I was definitely offended by him.

"But Yu, don't blame him. I don't want to speak for Lee, but people like us have worked very hard without being perverted."

"you?"

Arno nodded and counted on his fingers: "Well-born, capable, popular, but ill-fated."

This person is a bit immodest. But I do agree with this. After all, I often feel a little incompatible with them because of my ordinary and happy family.

"I know Lee has also hidden something from you. People with secrets are like this." Arno looked at me, "But what should I say, we won't hurt you intentionally. At least I won't."

"Save it. I won't do this."

Arno sighed with regret.

After a while, he turned his head to me. "Yu, who am I? Is it important to you?"

I don't want to push anyone. Both Li Yuan and Yano have unspoken pasts, which are their private matters. But I'm tired of lies, especially from friends. At least I need to know who I'm talking to? A friend, Or a liar?

I nodded.

Arno seemed very happy. The gradually dimming firelight danced nostalgically in his eyes, like the sparkling light of the deep sea. His eyes were patient and gentle, like the sea.

But the sea is not really patient, nor is it really gentle.

"I don't want to make you angry, so I won't lie to you."

Arno's smiling blue eyes slowly blinked.

Suddenly there was a gust of snow in the dry desert.

There are countless layers of cakes lurking along the way

(End of chapter)