Rebirth without Regrets

Chapter 680 Pursuit

Waves of cool breeze blow from the Mediterranean. The rising sun shines on the minarets that can be seen everywhere, making it look spectacular.

Standing on the towering Cairo Tower, you can have a majestic view of the majestic landforms far and near, and have a panoramic view of the entire city: the endless flow of vehicles on the streets; the vaults of large and small mosques; the rows of tall buildings; criss-crossing, extraordinary momentum

The elevated expressway; and the big river dotted with white sails, floating like a jade belt, rippling into the sea, day and night, making people can't help but wander around this ancient and modern city.

The busy streets are crowded with pedestrians, locals selling all kinds of souvenirs and food, cheerful tourists from all over the world, old people wearing red felt hats squatting on the street corners, children begging on the road, and people sitting in outdoor cafes on the street drinking coffee.

Men and women, the noisy streets mixed with the music playing on the radio and the noise of cars honking their horns created a festival-like atmosphere. But being in it, it felt cold and cold, like walking alone in the desert.

He had arrived in Cairo for several days. He originally thought that the "Ancient City of Samer" written on the note was very famous and should be easy to find. However, after he arrived in Cairo, no matter how he inquired, he even went to the National Library and the Museum of Islamic Art.

After inquiries with the Abdeen Palace Museum and other places, no one knew where this "Ancient City of Samer" was.

These days, Leng Binghan has been walking aimlessly in the streets and alleys of Cairo, like a headless fly, shuttling between countless stone figures, sarcophagi, stone tablets, stone pillars, and stone houses in the ancient city of Cairo.

He hoped that someone would take the initiative to contact him. He believed that no matter what the other party's purpose was, since the other party left a note asking him to come to Egypt, there would definitely be a next step. However, after a few days, it was always the same

Nothing was found.

He came to Egypt after careful consideration. Leng Binghan also knew that if he was led by the other party, he would fall into a passive and beaten situation. It would be full of dangers and dangers, but he had no choice but to come. Let's not forget about the "one who needs to be saved"

"Is the person" actually Situ Huanzhu? This question that has always troubled him still needs an answer.

"gentlemen!"

Leng Binghan woke up from his meditation and found that his thoughts were racing. He unconsciously avoided the crowd and walked into a secluded and dirty alley. Like many big cities, there is always such a place behind the prosperity, sewage.

Cross-currents, dilapidated houses, and potholed streets. A local man in his thirties, thin and with a horse face stood in front of him, blocking his way, and spoke to him in slightly stuttered English.

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"Sixteen-year-old beautiful girl, can speak English, has a supply of marijuana cigarettes, can meet any of your needs, and guarantee your satisfaction..." The Egyptian then blinked his left eye meaningfully, with a lewd smile on his face, still on his chest

He gestured and made a disgusting gesture.

It turned out to be a pimp.

A group of children ran over from the other end of the alley, with one in the lead riding a bicycle, and the other children chasing behind noisily. Leng Binghan stepped aside to let the children pass by. The pure faces of the children especially highlighted this sixteen-year-old girl.

This pimp who was introduced to prostitution is detestable.

"Sir!" Seeing the cold eyes following the cheerful figures of the children, the pimp showed a weird smile and continued to show off: "If you like little girls, I can get them for you. , only ten dollars, ten dollars..."

Hearing the pimp's chatter, Leng Binghan was about to turn around and leave, but an inappropriate feeling suddenly passed through his heart.

The pimp man's voice became louder and louder, without any scruples. I believe that no matter which country he is in, under normal circumstances, such transactions should be carried out in a sneaky manner. There must be something weird in this.

Leng Binghan's mind whirled and he turned around.

What caught his eye was the jet-black muzzle of a gun. A big man in ragged clothes was bullying him from behind, the pistol in his hand raised.

Seeing this scene, Leng Binghan was not surprised at all. Instead, he seemed to be relieved and asked lightly: "You are finally here. Where is the ancient city of Samo?"

"What is the ancient city of Samo?" The gun-wielding man was stunned for a moment, but then said with a fierce look on his face: "Stop playing tricks on me and hand over all the money you have, watches and cameras, all valuables will be left to me... ..." He also spoke English, but it was worse than what the pimp said just now, so much so that Leng Binghan had to guess a lot before he could understand what he meant.

At this time, the pimp on the side also had a smug smile on his face. He took out a sharp dagger in his hand and walked up to Leng Binghan with his other hand.

The two of them had a great tacit understanding, and it was obvious that this was definitely not the first time they had done something like this.

Leng Binghan was a little disappointed. It turned out that he was not the person he was looking for, but just two robbers who took advantage of the opportunity to rob lone tourists.

Just when the two of them thought they had the overall situation under control and were overjoyed to be able to take down a fat sheep, Leng Binghan's shoulders didn't move at all, and he kicked his right foot straight towards the big man's gun hand with lightning speed.

"ah!"

The pistol slipped out of his hand and flew to the side.

At the same time, Leng Binghan lowered his body, and while his kicking foot was still off the ground, he used his left foot as the axis, moved his waist fiercely, and swung it 180 degrees like a whirlwind. His back was stunned by this sudden change. The pimp dropped the dagger in his hand, and then punched his lower abdomen with his right fist. The pain made the pimp bend over and kneel on the ground, his face was distorted as if it had changed its shape, and he was no longer the same person. Face.

Leng Binghan didn't stop. He bowed and retreated sharply, running into the arms of the big man behind him.

Before the severe pain in the big man's wrist disappeared, his whole body was lifted off the ground and flew forward over his cold head.

In almost the blink of an eye, the two big men were knocked down to the ground, groaning in pain and unable to get up again.

Leng Binghan bent down and picked up the pistol on the ground, but he felt it was very light. A closer look revealed that it was originally a fake gun, but the workmanship was so realistic and detailed that it was difficult for others to tell the real thing from the fake one. He was immediately dumbfounded. Maybe I've been in a trance these days, or else I can't even tell the truth from the lie.

Even the guns are fake. It seems that these two low-life robbers really have nothing to do with each other.

Leng Binghan threw the fake gun aside with some disappointment, and was about to leave when he froze and looked towards the entrance of the alley.

A group of seemingly British and American tourists had just passed through the alley. In the gap between the flashing figures, Leng Binghan suddenly saw a woman wearing a veil and a black robe. She quickly turned around and began to walk down the road hurriedly.

The long stone steps were about to disappear from sight.

Leng Binghan's heart moved, and an arrow shot out of the alley, crossed the street, and chased the woman in the direction she walked.

The street was crowded with people and cars, and everyone looked at him in astonishment, not knowing why this tourist suddenly went crazy and started running like crazy.

Leng Binghan ignored everyone's gaze and kept moving through the bustling crowd, just like a swimming fish. His speed did not stop at all. He quickly crossed the street and ran down more than ten stone steps, squeezing through the crowd.

Enter the alley where the black-robed woman walked.

The woman's back disappeared in the crowd on the left. Leng Binghan felt like he had found a treasure, and at the highest speed he could reach, he grabbed it in the direction of the woman in the crowded lane.

He also couldn't tell whether the feelings of frustration and fear of losing each other were because of his eagerness to save people, or because the other party was mysterious and special, and might be the key figure to solve the mystery? Maybe it was because he wanted to see him again in his heart.

Its peerless appearance. Although the whole body of the woman in black robe was tightly wrapped in black robe, the pair of moving eyes and the clear look on her face made it easy for him to recognize her.

Leng Binghan left the street and walked into a road paved with stone slabs. There were fewer people. On the left side of the road was a dome-shaped mosque, and on the right was a slope going down the mountain. Although the woman was not seen, Leng Binghan

Han ran down the slope to the right without hesitation.

The mosque is not a place where women can enter casually.

When Leng Binghan entered the crowded street again, in the vast sea of ​​​​people, the woman had disappeared. Even if she released her spiritual consciousness, she seemed to be isolated and found nothing. Leng Binghan couldn't help but feel depressed in his heart, as if several

After running around for days, I finally found some clues, but they were suddenly interrupted.

Leng Binghan turned around and was about to go back when he suddenly caught a familiar figure from the corner of his eye. When his eyes followed her, the woman's back happened to disappear into a side alley.

Leng Binghan's heart moved. This time he was not nervous and walked to the side alley easily.

In a narrow alley, a group of Egyptian women were sitting together, weaving carpets. When they saw Leng Binghan, some of them raised their heads and looked at him, a foreigner, warily.

Leng Binghan nodded to them gracefully and walked towards the alley without stopping.

After passing through the side alley, my eyes lit up and I realized that I had arrived at Fatimid City. The Shobers I Mosque was standing not far to the right. It was antique and gave people a sense of tranquility and peace.

Leng Binghan looked around and headed towards the garden with whirling trees next to the mosque. A large fountain in the center of the garden was roaring with several water jets rising up, sprinkling onto the marble statues in the pool.

She just sat quietly by the pool, as if she had expected that Leng Binghan would come looking for her.

Leng Binghan's heart beat a few times, then he took a deep breath and walked towards her.

The garden is very quiet and there are not many people.

Leng Binghan had just walked three meters behind the woman, but he heard the woman let out a faint sigh and said, "Why are you here anyway?"

Leng Binghan looked at her back wrapped in her robe and headscarf, and after pondering for a while, she asked: "Where is the ancient city of Samo? Take me there!"

The woman turned her head, lifted the veil on her head, revealing her stunning face. Her eyes flashed strangely, and she stared at Leng Binghan intently. After a while, she asked: "Have you thought about it?"

Leng Binghan nodded.

"No regrets?"

Leng Binghan nodded again.

Seeing Leng Binghan's resolute attitude, the woman sighed softly, her eyes flashing with a soul-stirring look, grabbing his gaze and not letting go.

The moment the two people's eyes came into contact, Leng Binghan felt his consciousness flicker, and time almost stood still...