The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 259 Curator Terrence and Evelyn

Stark and Angelo followed the route indicated on the map provided by Jarvis, and arrived at the museum that was about to close down without hindrance.

Along the way, there were pedestrians wearing headscarves everywhere, allowing Angelo to truly experience the customs of Egypt.

Moreover, An Qiluo also saw the "feature" here, that is, the price of water is ridiculously expensive, and the price is several times more expensive than the price in New York! This is still in the city, not in the desert.

However, Angelo's space backpack always has a lot of drinking water, enough for their group to use for half a year! It's not necessary to be taken advantage of by others.

The urban area of ​​Cairo is not very large, and it didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at this museum that was about to close down.

Although the museum is poorly managed, it can be seen that the history and cultural relics are very rich.

This can be seen from the traces of sealing and erosion on the two statues placed in front of the museum.

This is definitely antique!

If there is no history and cultural heritage, who would put the antiques at the gate without protection?

Angelo and Stark looked at it, compared it with the name on the map, and after confirming that they came to the wrong place, they walked in.

The space of the museum is a bit cramped, with all kinds of ancient Egyptian cultural relics randomly piled up on both sides of the aisle, ranging from statues to murals, which makes people unconsciously feel a sense of history (disrepair).

"Hello~ Hello~ Is anyone there?" Angelo and Stark shouted into the depths of the museum.

It's just that after a long time, even after the echo disappeared, the entire museum was still empty, not only did no one come out, there was not even a ghost.

The two of them had no choice but to follow the vague signs on the wall to walk deep into the museum. Along the way, the two of them could only carefully move forward through the gaps of these antiques, for fear that they would break these fragile antiques if they moved too much.

From the blurred signs and the dust on the ground, it can be seen that the financial situation of this museum is indeed very difficult. It can't even pay for cleaning, and it is estimated that it has barely survived until now.

Finally, the two of them walked to the depths of the museum.

Angelo looked up at the "curator's office" sect in the office, pushed the door open and walked in.

The room is still filled with various antiques and cultural relics. Behind the desk in the center of the antiques, a bald old man sits playing with something.

The old man had a short gray beard and was wearing a suit. Although the suit did not look expensive, it was neat and incompatible with the painting style of the entire museum.

"Who are you?" The old man asked in surprise when he heard the sound of the door turning, raised his head and saw two people coming in from the door.

Angelo looked at the old man in front of him, and confirmed that he was the target he was looking for, because according to the information, the old man was the curator of this down-and-out museum.

"Well, Mr. Curator, we just shouted a few times outside, you may not have heard..." An Qiluo always tried to be friendly to the old man, as long as the other party didn't hate him.

"Hello, Director Terrence," Stark stepped forward with a smile, "I'm Tony Stark, and this is my friend Angelo Lee. We're here to find you this time. , mainly to ask you for a favor."

"American? Are you really the rich man Tony Stark?" The old curator looked at Stark in disbelief, completely ignoring Angelo who was beside him.

After Stark nodded to confirm his identity, the old curator still couldn't believe it, took out another pair of eyes from his suit pocket, put them on the bridge of his nose, and looked at Stark carefully.

Stark shrugged, "Okay, now I can confirm my identity."

The old curator nodded, "Okay, Mr. Stark, welcome to my museum, I don't know how I can help you, if you want to buy my museum, then don't waste it You are talking nonsense, although my museum is indeed short of funds, but I will not sell it..."

Stark looked at the nagging old curator, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He had no choice but to interrupt the other party, otherwise, he didn't know when the old curator could talk.

Moreover, in the past, others begged Stark to buy his things, of course, except for that bastard An Qiluo!

How come this old man is completely opposite? interesting!

"Curator Terrance, don't worry, I won't buy your museum." Stark interrupted the old curator helplessly, "I'm just asking you some questions, and I'll ask you by the way, is there any museum in Cairo?" Better guide. Sure, I'll pay for it."

"what is the problem?"

"Do you know the City of the Dead?"

The old curator froze for a moment and then looked at Stark with a foolish expression, "You mean Hamnet? Mr. Stark, how could you believe such nonsense? Isn't this a legend?"

Stark shrugged, "Well, I knew you couldn't believe it."

With that said, Stark took out a folded map from his pocket and handed it to the old curator.

The map was printed out based on Jarvis's satellite and computer deduction before they set off. Everyone on this map was given a copy by Stark, even the two children, Carrie and Nick, were no exception!

Seeing Stark's map, the old curator's expression was a little cautious. He took the map and spread it on the table, picked up the magnifying glass and looked at it carefully.

With a "bang", An Qiluo who was on the side was caught off guard.

The old curator reversed his previous attitude and slapped the desk, as if the old pedant had been insulted.

"Nonsense! Mr. Stark! I am the curator of a museum, and I am not a scholar! Not a treasure hunter! The Hamna Tower is a myth used by ancient Arabs to lure Greek tourists! It doesn't exist at all!" Old Museum The chief picked up the map and waved it casually, "Shouldn't you Americans think this is a deceptive myth? What city can be hidden under the surveillance of satellites?"

The map held by the old curator accidentally touched the oil lamp on the side, and the map was burned immediately.

"Oh! God! It's on fire!" The old curator hurriedly threw the map on the ground, and stomped on it twice before putting out the fire.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm old, I can't control my hands and feet." The old curator picked up the map and returned it to Stark. At this time, the map has been burnt and incomplete, and even the most critical location of the Hamna Tower has been burned! "Sorry, I broke your map, but this map is wrong anyway, so I won't waste your energy."

Stark took the map and looked at it. He rolled it up indifferently, stuffed it into his pocket, shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's okay, we still have a spare."

Angelo handed Stark his own map.

"Anyway, we are also here on vacation. It doesn't matter whether there is a city of death. It would be even better if we can find it. Would you like to go to the desert with us? We will set off early tomorrow morning, and I will pay The guide fee for you can just be used to subsidize your museum."

At this time, Stark had given up on trying to persuade the old curator. Just now, the old curator acted like an old stubborn. Seeing it in person can make them laugh.

However, if the old curator is willing to go to the desert with himself and others, he can not only act as a guide, but also an archaeological expert.

For Stark and Angelo's current social status, the finances found in the treasure hunt are just icing on the cake for them. On the contrary, it allows the two children, Carrie and Nick, to have a perfect holiday experience, which is more worthy of Stark Grab your heart.

"No!" The old curator vetoed Stark's proposal without even thinking about it, "I refuse!"

"I can add more money." Stark looked up and looked around the environment of the museum, "Doesn't your museum need such a large amount of money?"

Curator Terrance shook his head, "It's not about money."

Next, no matter how much Stark and Angelo lobbied, Director Terence did not agree to go with them to the desert as a tour guide.

The two had no choice but to leave in the end, planning to make the next best thing and find a local guide in Cairo to take them to the desert.

After the two of them pushed the door and left, curator Terrance's cloudy eyes flashed a bright light behind the lens...

He thought he could stop the plans of Tony Stark and Angelo, but now it seems that these two people should not be able to give up their plan to explore Hamna Tower so easily.

...

Angelo and Stark still cautiously walked through the gaps in the museum's antiques.

Although now if they "accidentally" damaged these antiques, the old curator Tarrence might not be able to catch up with them and demand compensation, but Angelo felt really sorry for bullying an old man who wobbled.

The two left the museum and were planning to drive back to the city to find a tour guide.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps behind them.

The two turned their heads, and a girl in loose trousers and a shirt ran out of the museum, shouting to the two while running, "Wait, wait, gentlemen, wait a minute!"

The girl was probably in her early twenties, she was very beautiful, with a high nose bridge, big eyes, long dark brown hair with a slight curve, and she was wearing a loose shirt and trousers unique to Cairo.

Angelo:? ? ?

Stark:? ? ?

They didn't see this girl in the museum just now. The two of them thought that curator Trent was the only one left in the museum besides the antiques.

If it weren't for the girl's expression of no panic on her face and her well-dressed clothes, Angelo would have thought that curator Terrence was playing some kind of "imprisonment" in the museum, and Angelo would have admired him and said that he was old and strong.

Angelo and Stark glanced at each other, exchanged glances, and planned to wait for the girl to see what she had to say.

Until this time, the two still held the hope that Director Terrance sent this girl out to keep them.

The girl ran to the luxury car out of breath.

"An, An Qiluo, Stark, sir..." The girl stood beside the two and said out of breath. She supported her waist and panted for a while before she could breathe evenly.

"Mr. Angelo, Mr. Stark, hello, my name is Evelyn!" the girl said after she recovered her breath.

"Hmm... hello, Evelyn." Stark also greeted Evelyn. "Is Director Terrence looking for us? Has he regretted it?"

Evelyn quickly waved her hand, "No, no, I am looking for you."

The eyes of Stark and Angelo became a little disappointed again, Angelo said, "Miss Evelyn, although you are beautiful, we still have things to do, so..."

An Qiluo's implication was that he didn't want to waste any more time here, they had to settle everything before the woman and the children came back, and give the two children a perfect vacation.

"It's like this. I just heard your conversation in the corridor. I heard you first went to find Hamnata, the legendary city of the dead." Ephraim said awkwardly, and quickly explained, "But I It wasn't intentional, I overheard it when passing by..., I think I can be your guide."

Angelo and Stark looked at each other and exchanged glances. The two agreed in an instant with a tacit understanding. Although they wanted to find a local tour guide who was familiar with the desert, this Evelyn didn't seem to be Like an experienced tour guide, but like a student who has just left school.

If you go into the desert with a guide like this, you are asking for trouble!

However, Stark has always been unable to say anything against beautiful women, so he can only let Angelo be the "villain".

"Miss Evelyn, unfortunately, you do not meet our criteria for selecting a tour guide." Angelo said apologetically.

"No! No! No!" Evelyn explained eagerly, "I can read and write, ancient Ewen, and I can also explain the hieroglyphs used by ancient Egyptian priests and monks... Also, I am a thousand miles away. Inside, the only ones who know how to code correctly to write a table of contents!"

In the last sentence, Evelyn's tone seemed a little guilty. In order to cover up her guilty conscience, she turned her head and pointed to the inscriptions on the two statues placed in front of the museum, and spit out two more obscure words to prove her words.

It is now popular to use computers to record, and the computer will automatically organize the codes and catalogs. If it were not for this dilapidated museum, her ability would be useless.

Angelo and Stark glanced at each other, then exchanged glances again. What caught their attention was that Evelyn actually knew ancient Egyptian and hieroglyphs. Jarvis could barely translate ancient Egyptian, but Jarvis was helpless with those hieroglyphs.

If Evelyn really understands, other shortcomings are not unbearable...

"You said you understand ancient Egyptian, but do you know the legend of the city of the dead?" Angelo asked Evelyn.

"I know! I just study this!" Evelyn immediately replied, "The City of the Dead, also known as Hamnata, is said to be the royal seal of Seti I, protected by mummies, and it is about 100 days away from today. It has been more than three thousand years, as for this Seti I..."