Dreamland Guide

　　 Ahmed drove out of downtown Cairo. He booked a room in the resort hotel in Hurghada, planning to take advantage of this rare holiday, to go there to enjoy the sea breeze of the Red Sea.

　　 A funny news program is playing on the radio. Probably this morning there was really no other news to talk about. The two hosts kept teasing about the fire that took place in France yesterday, saying that Napoleon used a cannon to bombard the nose of the Sphinx, and now the pharaoh is angry. Finally burned to the cathedral on Xidi Island.

　　 The host’s remarks are very funny. Although Ahmed was never willing to admit that he was a gloater, he was also amused.

　　 "Napoleon... Pharaoh's nose... Hahaha!" The more he thought about it, the more funny he became. He couldn't help but patted the steering wheel hard, and then the laughter stopped abruptly, because he saw the dark wall on the horizon in the distance from the car window.

　　 "Asshole! Bitch! Bastard!"

　　 Alhammed scolded the 18th generation of the ancestors of the Cairo Meteorological Bureau in his heart. He had known that there was a sandstorm, so he would not choose to take a vacation at this time.

　　 Hurghada is definitely not going to go, so he can only go home to sleep, he thought. However, the speed of the sandstorm was far beyond his expectations. The light outside the car quickly dimmed, and the sand rustled on the car window glass.

　　 Alhammed almost collided with another car when he turned around. At this time, his visibility was less than five meters. He pulled over helplessly, praying for the wind and sand to pass quickly.

　　 The radio host apparently also got the news of the sandstorm, but before they had time to tease, the signal was interrupted. After babbled twice, there was only a piece of white noise left on the radio.

　　 The car shook suddenly, and Ahmed thought that there was an earthquake, so he immediately opened the door, covered his mouth and nose with clothes, and wanted to run to the empty lawn next to him. He saw light flashing in the darkness in the distance. Although the wind and sand blocked his vision, he could still tell that it was the direction of Giza.

　　 The sand in the wind hits the face and it hurts a bit. He fished in the wind with his hand, grabbed some grains of sand in the void, twisted it in his palm, it seemed to be hot.

　　 Fortunately, this sandstorm came and went fast, and the earthquake did not happen. When the wind and sand go away, the clouds are pulled apart like a stage curtain, and the sun vents down again, illuminating the world.

　　 Ahmed got back into the car, and two more host voices came from the radio:

　　 "This is the pharaoh's anger. It must be that too many tourists have disturbed their cleanliness. What else can open tourism bring besides increasing garbage?"

　　 "Of course it's money!"

　　 "The Pharaoh is not short of money."

　　 "But the government is short of money."

　　 "Oh yes, the government is short of money, but where did the money go?"

　　 "Uh... of course money is spent. For example, it is used to control the desert. Yes, it is to control the desert. You know we live in the desert and we lack water!"

　　 "Oh yes, we are short of water! The sea is hundreds of kilometers away from us, and there is only a poor Nile river running through our city. It's so **** short of water!"

　　 "Well, don't talk about it, the pharaoh's coffin board is almost out of cover!"

　　 "It's best for them to climb out early, so that our tourism department can make a lot of money again! Oh wait, the pharaoh's coffin board seems to be gone long ago."

　　 "Pharaoh still wants to manage the desert even when he is alive. Guess what they will do?"

　　 "I guess uh... Pharaoh will let the Egyptians use Alipay!"

　　...

　　 Ahmed did not want to listen to the nonsense of the two sand sculpture hosts, and turned off the radio.

　　 "Lack of water?" He picked up a bottle of mineral water, looked at the pyramid pattern printed on the bottle a bit funny, then opened it and took a sip, then spit out the car window, rinsing the sand out of his mouth.

　　 When he was about to restart the trip to Hurghada, Ahmed’s cell phone rang. He glanced at the phone, frowned and answered:

　　 "Hello, Director."

　　 "Where are you, Ahmed?"

　　 "I'm on my way to Hurghada."

　　 "You haven't gone far yet?"

　　 "No, I was blocked by the **** sandstorm in the outskirts of Cairo. Hey, I heard something wrong. Don't tell me that the vacation is cancelled. The hotel I booked is a special room and cannot be refunded."

　　 "The vacation is cancelled, brother."

　　 "Oh, damn! I'm not your brother, I don't support 996, if you cancel my vacation, I will take off my pants and march on the streets!"

　　 "That's really big news-Cairo's best police detective ran naked on the streets on a sandstorm day!"

　　 "You won't come for real, are you?"

　　 "I'm not kidding you. Just now, there was a slight earthquake in Giza. The Pyramid found the Underground Palace. Tourists died in it. The military and police have now sealed off there."

　　 "What does that have to do with me?"

"Pyramid expert Alef is already on his way. I don’t want to be robbed of the limelight by other departments and make something unfavorable to us. So I need experienced and reliable police detectives to accompany Alef. Go down the professor and take some decisive measures when necessary."

　　 "Shit!" Alhammed cursed in English.

　　 "I understand English, Ahmed, go now, and I grant you the highest authority to make decisions on the fly, as for your attitude, I will count it with you when you come back to report."

　　...

　　 Ahmed looked at the highway entrance not far ahead, and turned the front of the car helplessly. When he arrived in Giza, his car was stopped by soldiers with live ammunition.

　　 He showed his ID and asked by the way: "Why are you? Shouldn't it be the police?"

　　 After verification, the soldier returned his ID: "Shangfeng ordered, we are only responsible for guarding."

　　 Knowing that the soldiers knew nothing, Ahmed crossed the cordon and walked towards the pyramid.

　　 Tourists are gathered in a clearing. Military police are distributing drinking water to them and warning them not to go away without permission.

　　 Seven or eight tourists were gathered together alone, there were two patrolmen with camels and one person wearing overalls in the scenic spot.

　　 A familiar police officer saw Ahmed and greeted him.

　　 "What's the matter?" Ahmed asked.

　　 "When the dust storm rose, a slight earthquake occurred, which shook the entrance to the underground palace under the Pyramid of Khufu. At that time, there happened to be a group of tourists inside the pyramid, and a few tourists went down."

"Then?"

　　 "Dead inside."

　　 "How did you die?"

　　 "I don't know."

　　 "Who found it?"

　　 "They," the officer said, pointing to two patrol officers with camels.

　　 Ahmed walked over, UU reading www.uukanshu.com saw two patrol officers bowed their heads, and there was a pool of vomit on the ground.

　　 The police officer said to the two patrol officers, "This is Chief Alhammed. You can repeat the situation just now."

"We were patrolling behind Menkaura," said one of the patrol officers. "The sandstorm came without warning. We had never encountered such a thing before. After the sandstorm passed, we heard tourists shouting here, just They came to ask. They said that they found the underground palace inside the pyramid, and someone went in and heard screams. Later, I kept order outside, and Basem and Adura went in to look for tourists. Basem, you tell the officer, What do you see?"

　　 The patrolman who asked Basaimu to raise his head, stammered: "All, all are dead, the people inside are dead, there are ghosts!"

　　 "How many died? Tell me what you see." Ahmad really didn't understand how this guy became a policeman.

　　 "Four, four or five...he...they..." Basaimu suddenly vomited again.

　　 The person wearing overalls in the scenic spot next to him said, "I'll do it."

"Who are you?"

"I am the duty administrator here, mainly to prevent tourists from climbing and destroying the pyramids at will. My name is Adullah Rashad Rashid Btsibrahi Izjrahi Tssharasha · Mudd to Le."...

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