bit stealing game

Chapter 48 The Mysterious Compass
Sir Black handed us the pocket watch which he had been scratching in his hand with great care.

I took it.

The pocket watch had been opened by Sir Black.The moon phases of various colors are engraved with diamonds around the dial, surrounding the hands in the middle.The mechanical gears are tightly meshed, and the wonderful thing is that there is a compass embedded in the middle of the dial.

The pointer was trembling slightly, and it looked a little different from a normal compass.

Holding my handkerchief, I handed the pocket watch to Li Yuan.He moved closer to me and frowned.

I looked at Sir Black questioningly.

"Last time I gave the map to Mr. Meng. This time I will give you the last thing Bruce left me. This is my bet. When you bring Bruce back, you will return this to me .”

The map that Mustafa was taken by his son later came into the hands of Sir Black, and it was given to Meng Weiqing when we came last time.

I have seen that map.In the desert to the west there is nothing but the barracks of Thutmose III vaguely marked.That barracks does not exist in the current official records.

If someone had actually been there 60 years ago and 12 years ago, who was hiding the barracks.

Sir Black looked at the pocket watch in my hand and said, "This is the compass that can lead you to the hidden treasures of ancient Egypt. But what you will find there depends on your luck."

According to Mustafa, follow the map and guide the full moon to find the Temple of Set.If later.
I looked at the "Guide to Ancient Egyptian Treasures" again.

The pointer next to the gear on the dial turned slightly as if looking for something.But the strange thing is that there are no north and south magnetic poles at both ends of the pointer, and it does not point to the south.

What caught my attention was an old photograph on the inside of the pocket watch cover.

The photo looks very old.It looks like it has been stared at countless times, but never willing to touch it.

The person in the photo couldn't see their faces clearly, only a young man and a child could be roughly distinguished.The man holds the child in the crook of his right arm, and teases the child with a bunch of grapes in his left hand.A chain protruded from his breast pocket.

This photo makes me feel familiar.

The posed composition of the man and the young boy resembles an ancient Greek sculpture.Apollo, the sun god, leans on the vine, teasing Dionysus, the god of wine in the form of a child in his arms, with wine grapes.

Helios and Bacchus - sun-baked grapes become wine.

wrong.not only these.

I was struggling, Li Yuan reminded me softly: "Look at that oil painting on the east side."

I looked over and suddenly realized.

There is a painting on the wall near the inner room.In the painting, a tall and straight young man is painting sideways on the canvas, which is the photo in "Compass".The man tilted his head to the right to think about how to continue to write. Isn't this 'compass' chain protruding from his left breast pocket?

Li Yuan turned the 'multifunctional pocket watch' over.[BABlack] is engraved on the back.

Ser Black clapped his hands and smiled.

"You two children know a lot. Bruce is a fan of ancient Greece, and even I have heard a lot of fairy tales. When I was young, I thought he was like the sun god, so he changed his middle name to Became 'Apollo'. He was scolded by my grandpa for this and ridiculed by his friends."

Li Yuan and I also laughed when we heard this.

This Bruce is really a reckless person. Ken changed his middle name with family origin because of a word from his nephew.No wonder Sir Black was so obsessed with not giving up looking for him.

"Now I have given you my compass, and you will bring back my 'Apollo'."

Although I am grateful to Sir Black for his trust, and I am moved by his affection for my uncle, this task is indeed a bit more challenging.

Old Blake may have died 60 years ago, and we went to see his bones this time.But I couldn't bear to break the old man's thoughts.

"I know he's still alive."

Sir Black seemed to know what I was thinking, and said confidently.

"Bruce has always loved puzzles and adventure. He's just lost, please take him home."

Sir Black smiled unconsciously, his tone full of nostalgia.It is no longer like the younger generation worshiping the elders, but more like the old man pampering the children.

"Since you said that the blood of 'people from afar' is also effective, what about your uncle?" Although it was a big disappointment, I couldn't help but ask. "Does your uncle have any signs of blood? Or does your family have any?"

Sir Black smiled and shook his head.

"It's not because of Bruce's curiosity that he got involved in this game. He's always like this. If something is interesting, he jumps in."

I said to myself: He is indeed interesting, you two have put most of your life into it.

But I don't have Sir Black's influence, and I don't want to rush into that desert without knowing it.

"Excuse me, do you know the origins of these people who have arrived in Egypt?"

"The only ones who have ever come to me are you and those Americans." Sir Black knew everything. "And there are not too many who are able to intervene now."

"What about Carl?" I actually wanted to ask him the most.This guy is out of control and doesn't know what he's here for.I really can't let go if I don't figure it out.

Seeing Sir Black's blank expression, I added: "At yesterday's dinner, you were still chatting with them. Is that the one dressed as a reporter?"

Sir Black thought for a moment before he remembered who I was talking about.I saw that he didn't look like he was pretending. It seemed that he really didn't care much about the character Carl.

But among the people who wanted to get close to him at that time, except for Rhea, he only had a slightly better attitude towards Carl and Bruce.Not even Jarno got much attention.

If it wasn't Carl, could it be Bruce?Because it has the same name as his uncle?
"You've been watching carefully," said Sir Black.

Only then did I realize that I accidentally said Bruce's name, and I twitched the corner of my mouth in embarrassment.

Sir Black smiled: "You don't have to worry about it. I just think of my old friend. At my age, I will unconsciously fall into the memory, and sometimes I can't distinguish the reality from the past." His eyes swept over I stopped at Li Yuan again, as if recalling something. "My obsession is too deep, and I missed a lot. When I was young, I always felt that I had made up my mind, so I had to go on. In fact, there are other ways."

Sir Black obviously did not address me.

I took a peek at Li Yuan, but he was unmoved as if he hadn't heard it.

Sir Black said no more.

"It's just that now, it's too late for me to turn back. I have no heirs, and I don't care about anything. I've been here my whole life, so I'm bound to win this game."

When someone thinks together, there will naturally be someone who will go forward to achieve his goal for him.Most people can't do that, but on this trip I met people with a lot of energy.

For example, the old man in front of him.

I'm only now really combining Sir Black with the man in Ah Tian's file.

The old man in front of him has been working on this puzzle for 60 years, unswervingly implementing his obsession.Such a lifetime of joy is tied to one person, and no matter how powerful one is, one cannot really live it.He just allowed himself to be a prison in this place that has been forgotten by life.

"I can only tell you that that ore was the foundation of the Egyptian order," said Sir Black.

We are used to the air in this world, to the sun rising as usual, to all the convenience and comfort, to doing things for ourselves, to working hard and complaining.But in ancient legends, some worlds have no sun, while others have nine suns.

These differences and anomalies are unfamiliar to us and may never have occurred to us.

What the borrowed moon illuminates is a world without rules.

Ancient Egypt valued order.If the sun doesn't rise, the Nile doesn't flood, and the gods don't protect the land, everything that has been built will be destroyed.

Human beings' fear of the night makes us also eagerly look forward to the dawn.The restoration of the temple in the Valley of the Kings yesterday can be understood as the pharaoh who passed a message to us thousands of years ago, with the purpose of restoring the order maintained by the gods.

And the stones in the western desert are the foundation of order.

"And do you know who Dr. White might be?" I asked again.

Sir Black said: "It wasn't necessarily Dr. White who asked Hassan to look for the golden seal in the first place. After all, there was more than one person who was watching their family."

Sir Black himself was manipulative on Mustafar, and calculating on us, too.

"If that Carl is not from you or the Americans, the forces behind him may be related to Dr. White." He added.

I thought, indeed. 279 didn't have much room for manipulation, and there was Jarno in Morgan's team, so there were too many variables.If Dr. White wants to put someone in, Carl and his group of mercenaries are a good choice.

Sir Black looked at the pocket watch in my hand again, and closed his eyes without a word.

This is a eviction order.

We tactfully bid farewell and left.

There was the sound of the window closing behind him, and now there was no light in the room.As soon as we were gone, Sir Black was eager to shut himself in the dark.

The last time I saw 279 in the study, the sunshine and grandeur in the room was probably just for the sake of face in front of others.

only the guy drinking water knows it's cold or hot.We are just passers-by in these decades of entanglements.

On the way out we passed the room with the swans painted on it.There is light flowing out from the crack in the door, and the room should be full of sunshine behind the door.

Apollo, the god of light and prophecy.There are always some people who still piously keep their positions for the gods who have long since left.

"Do you think the world is so small?"

Li Yuan smiled and sighed. "you do not say."

It was Hassan's grandfather Mustafa who brought old Black into the desert 60 years ago, and it was probably Alex's missing parents who went to the desert with Sir Black 12 years ago.

Including me and Li Yuan.After many years, we have not met again in our hometown, but now we meet in Egypt for different reasons.

I handed Li Yuan the pocket watch that Sir Black had given us.

Ser Black had thought the compass would lead him to his uncle, but it hadn't.Perhaps 12 years ago he was infinitely close, but in the end it was nothing.I don't know why he didn't insist on going with us this time, judging from his obsession with old Sir Black, a broken leg wouldn't logically stop him.

On the back of that pocket watch it says To my dear little Artie
While waiting for the bus, I asked Li Yuan, "Is Mr. Luan really friends with Old Black?"

Li Yuan smiled and said how it was possible, it was just a one-time relationship at that time.

Sir Black was still young at that time, so naturally he didn't know about old Black's relationship.In addition, Mr. Luan lived in seclusion in the city, so many things in the past could not be found out.So just scam him.

"And who is that in the picture you gave Sir Black?" I couldn't help asking.

The corners of Li Yuan's mouth curled up.

The Asian man in the photo brought by Ruiya is not Mr. Luan at all, he was still young at that time.In addition, the resolution of the photos is very low, so if you are not familiar with it, you can't tell who is who.Sir Black was too busy looking at his uncle to care about anyone else.So he was fooled by Li Yuan and came up with so many things.

This family is really bad.

But I thought later that Sir Black might not be ignorant of Li Yuan's fake old friend who was fooling him.It's just that he just needs someone to tell his old friend from the beginning.

Suddenly the wind blew up.

The sand that has not been dispersed for many years is rushing towards the face.

The abrupt old house behind him is like an exquisite coffin.Layer by layer, the people who come here are wrapped solemnly and involuntarily, curled up in this barren place of burial.Sir Black was dying the moment he stepped in.

Even when Sir Black came to Egypt with his uncle 60 years ago, the vast yellow sand had already buried him.

Now he is far from the only one trapped in the game.

　Poor Sir Black is not of ancient blood, but the entanglements of his family and this matter need no one less.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)