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Chapter 58 The person who returned to the village 12 years ago
"Don't worry." Li Yuan patted my shoulder lightly.

I twitched the corner of my mouth.

He went back to study the altar, and I turned and walked outside.If I stay any longer, I will suffocate.

I rushed out of the corridor in one breath, and I took a breath when I stood outside.

Seeing me running up in a panic, Rhea rarely asked, "Are you okay?" She was chatting with Expert Luo just now, and He Rongchuan, who was originally here, was missing.

I shook my head: "It's okay, it's just a little stuffy down there, come out to get some air."

Lou Shiqi also came out after me.Rhea glanced at both of us, said nothing, and went down the cave with Expert Luo.

I hurriedly glanced at the murals on the stone walls and pillars, and saw the villagers guarding not far away, and I had a vague guess in my heart.

Since the locals who led the way were not surprised when they discovered this entrance, and Arabic words were engraved on the altar, this at least shows that they knew the existence of the Temple of Seth.Maybe even know something else.

Lou Shiqi followed me all the way, afraid that something might happen to me.I also know that my face must be ugly enough.After all, I am not Li Yuan, so I can deal with changes calmly.In the past, it was fine to watch small movies, but now it is almost too much to be possessed.

"Where are you going? Are you planning to build another underground palace behind everyone's backs?" Lou Shiqi buzzed in my ears.

I know he means well.But now I'm in the mood for a lawsuit, and I'm really not in the mood to make jokes with him.Fortunately, after walking a few steps, they ran into He Rongchuan, and Lou Shiqi was called away to continue drawing the map together.

Another villager who led us sat on the broken ancient Egyptian wall behind the mosque.Seeing me coming out alone, he smiled at me and didn't say much.I smiled and nodded as a greeting.

It seems that I should not be regarded as the focus of stalking.So much the better.

This village is inextricably linked with the French archaeological team 60 years ago and the group of people 12 years ago. It is necessary to go back and ask the locals.

I can think of it, and Meng Weiqing and the others naturally can think of it too.On the way out I saw him talking to Boothwell, and the villagers must have been staring at them.

Speaking of Boothwell, he is also interesting.Could it be that he is more interested in the staffing of 12 or 60 years ago than in ancient Egyptian temples?This is not like being an archaeologist.After all, Jacqueline and Patrick have been fascinated, and they are still trapped in the Temple of Seth.

But Meng Weiqing was worried about Boothville, so I thought about going to the village to inquire about news while no one was paying attention.

But as soon as I entered the village, I was dumbfounded.Even the locals who are used to the weather, few of them are walking on the road after two o'clock in the afternoon.The people I meet occasionally are still mostly curious when they see me, and they just look at me from a distance.Even if we meet face to face, we just smile at each other, and my little Arabic is really not up to the task of communication.

After walking around under the scorching sun, I found nothing and returned to the villager's house where I had lunch.

Because there are not many tourists here, the local living habits are maintained here.And they are not afraid of the sun, so there are only a few pieces of cloth outside the house for shade.At this time, many people also came out of the Temple of Seth, and they all sat under the simple sheds of the fellow villagers, drinking tea and enjoying the cool.

As soon as I sat down, Lyra sat down across from me.But she did not speak to me, and turned to chat with the mistress of the house.

Yano, who was on the side, saw the hostess appear, and smiled and asked if he could buy another cup of herbal tea.

When the old woman came in to make him some tea, Arno sat down next to me.

"It's so hot, Yu, aren't you hot?" Yano pulled the neckline and kept fanning the wind.

In the sun I realized that Arno was very white.Even after being exposed to the sun for several days, his skin was only flushed, not tanned.

"Remember to wear sunscreen in the desert, or you will get skin diseases easily. Your neck is getting red." I said casually.

Yano first touched the back of his neck uncomfortably, then smiled.He moved towards me, deliberately lowered his voice and said, "I didn't expect Yu to be so interested in my body."

I looked at his approaching face and patted it with the back of my hand. "You don't need to apply it on this face, anyway, ultraviolet rays can hardly hurt you."

Thick-skinned, I haven't lost yet.

Laila, who sat across from us, laughed.

I turned to look at the girl who had just performed a blood sacrifice.She first glanced aside embarrassedly, and then showed me a timid smile.

"What's written in Arabic on that altar?" I asked.

Laila replied, "It says let's sacrifice with blood."

"What else?" I frowned.

Although Boothwell and Patrick also translated it in this way, I always feel that it is more than that.What's more, there is no such thing as blood sacrifice in ancient Egypt. Isn't that the skill tree of Maya?

"What's more, there is another sentence that has been erased under the Arabic sentence." As soon as Laila said the words, Yano and I were stunned. "Although I don't know what is written under that, there is a golden seal at the end. Hassan also saw the mark, so he did what he said."

"Wait a minute." Yano pressed the space between his eyebrows. "Why do you act according to what the person who erased the golden seal said after seeing the erased traces of the golden seal?"

Laila stared at us seriously with wide eyes: "That's because the sentence that was erased should also be [Take your blood as a sacrifice]. The Arabic sentence after that is just filled in again."

Arno and I don't believe Leila's words.

Lou Shiqi's judgment was correct.If that's what the original inscription was meant to say, why did the Arabs have to write it again in their own language?

I want to go to the Temple of Seth to take a look at the inscription on the altar before leaving.But just as he was about to get up, a glass of hibiscus flower juice appeared in front of him.

I raised my head, and an old but still healthy woman smiled cautiously.She is the hostess of this house.

I quickly took the cup from her with both hands, but I didn't expect to be scalded.I couldn't hold it steady, and the juice spilled all over me.She hurriedly put the herbal tea Yano asked for on the table, trying to wipe it for me, but there were no paper towels around.

While annoyed that I was not careful, I waved my hands tightly to indicate that it was okay.I couldn't understand what the old man said anxiously.

Laila helped me translate and said she was letting me into the house to find something for me to wipe.

I said no, but I couldn't stand the kindness of others.And my wet clothes are nothing in themselves, but it's really not suitable in a closed village.

It was too hot during lunch, so I didn't come to visit.As soon as I entered the house now, I found that this typical Arabian room has a good feeling.

Although the house itself was built of mud brick, the beams and such were made of wood.The roof is quite high, and sundries are piled on the thick beams.The colored cotton cloth used for heat insulation hangs down from the beams, making the space appear more compact and full of vitality.

After a while, the hostess opened the curtain and came out from the room, holding a calico top and handing it to me.

I hastily declined, shook the clothes on my body, and signaled that it would be done immediately.It's just that the purple juice of the hibiscus flower is still very conspicuous lying on my clothes.

Laila said, "Just change into it. It's her granddaughter's old clothes, she said she won't need them for school anyway."

I couldn't refuse, so I had to continue.Thinking that there are still some Egyptian pounds in his trouser pocket, he will keep them for a while to buy some souvenirs.

There are no barriers in this room, so I can only go to the wall and turn my back to change clothes.Fortunately, I happened to see a few photos posted on the wall.

Originally, I didn't want to offend other people's privacy, so I just scanned and didn't take a closer look.But after a quick glance, he found that there were several foreigners and even a child in the photo with a sense of age.

So after I got dressed, I asked Laila to help me find out when the photo on the wall over there was taken by the hostess, and who was on it.

In fact, I already have the answer in my heart.

Sure enough, the old man said, "This was taken by foreigners who came to the village when my husband was young."

The photos I saw just now should have been developed with ordinary film. I asked her, "Is there a place to develop photos near here?"

The old woman shook her head.

"Don't talk about it at that time, there is none now. I heard from my husband that those people left after taking the photos, but they left behind negatives. This was developed after my husband went to Cairo. He said that the people in the photos were very Okay, so I want to keep a souvenir. If that person comes back again, I can show him the photos of that time.”

It seems that this old Blake is quite attractive.

"Then has the person in this photo ever returned?" I asked casually.

"I haven't seen it since I got married," said the old woman.

"Can I go and see the pictures again?"

After getting permission, I went to that corner to look carefully at the few three photos.

In the first picture, there are a dozen or so Westerners standing in a row, and one of them puts his hand on the shoulder of the shorter boy beside him.Around these people stood or squatted many Egyptians dressed as workers.Although the face cannot be seen clearly, it should be the French archaeological team and Blake's uncle and nephew; another photo shows a young Egyptian and a well-dressed European looking at each other and smiling.This should be Sir Black's uncle and the owner of the house; there is also a picture of the young man, pointing to a mural on a high wall, and talking to the Egyptians around him.

Although the photos at that time were of low resolution and washed over the years.But the young man standing among the Egyptians in the photo can still be seen to be in high spirits.At the time, he should have been an astonishingly talented person.No wonder whether it was Sir Black, Mustafa, or the master of this house wanted to see him again.

It's a pity that he may not have the chance to grow old, and he will always stay in the desert.

However, for such a topical person, except for some official records such as titles, Ah Tian has never found any reports on him from the media and tabloids.

I flipped through Bruce Black's notes and found records about the village.This village was the last stop he made into the desert that year.

Sir Black also mentions getting a clue to the temple his uncle last went to here.Since this is the only way to the temple that appears once every 60 years, whoever comes back from there will definitely pass through this village again.

So I asked the old man if he remembered anyone coming back from the desert.

She recalled for a while and said: "I heard about the things in the photos from my husband after I got married. I don't know if anyone came back at that time, probably not. At least he didn't meet the person he wanted to see." I was a little disappointed, The old woman continued: "But there was a man who came back 12 years ago, a middle-aged white man. We all moved to Aswan at that time, and we didn't live here often. But after my husband's health became worse and worse , I insisted on coming back, saying that I was afraid that the people in the photos would not find their way.”

12 years ago back a middle aged white guy?My head buzzed, isn't it Sir Black?

It seems that Sir Black did say that he was rescued by nomads in the desert.Unless there was a fifth person who went, the one who came back could only be Alex's father.Could it be that he is still alive?

"Who is that white man? Was he the one who entered the desert at that time?" I asked eagerly.

"I don't know. Because my husband came back from Aswan after hearing about this, but the people had left by then. The people in the village didn't know the details. They didn't let them go when they went into the desert. The villagers lead the way, and they bring their own guides.”

Speaking of guides, I asked again: "Do you know if your husband accompanied those people into the desert 60 years ago?"

The old woman gave me a wary look: "How do you know that was 60 years ago?"

I was taken aback.

I thought she called me in so I could see the pictures and ask these questions.Co-authoring everything now as a coincidence?

But since she wanted to pretend, I had no choice but to go downhill: "Actually, I am part of the archaeological team, because I know the environment in Egypt better. Excavation, so I know some of their excavation experience in those years. It happened that the team was here 60 years ago, so I was a little curious after hearing what you said."

After listening to Laila's translation, the old woman became slightly less wary and showed a simple smile again.

"Yes, I heard from my husband that an archaeological team came here 60 years ago. Although no one seemed to come back at that time, he helped send something away."

"Then may I ask your husband some questions?" I asked hastily.Sir Black said that his uncle's notes had been sent back.If it was from the man of the house, it might be possible to ask where his notes came from.

The hostess said in embarrassment: "But he is very old."

This made it difficult for me to ask further questions.

Seeing this, Laila said something to the old woman.After hesitating, the hostess nodded to me and led us into the room.

A dying old man was lying on the bed.

Hearing someone coming in, he turned his head with difficulty to look.The hostess walked over and explained our purpose in his ear.

After listening, the old man moved his hand on the bed.This is calling me over.

Seeing this situation, I also understand that the old man is relying on one breath to hold on now, and he is afraid that what he said will irritate him again.But when I thought of the different versions of the story and the chaotic timeline in the past few decades, I still gritted my teeth, took out the notebook from my pocket, and handed it to the old man.

Although the old man could no longer speak, his chaotic eyes were ignited with vitality and became clear.

He recognized the notebook.

The old man raised his hand with difficulty, touched the case of the notebook, and smiled.He looked at his notebook, then at me, and nodded without knowing what to say.Then he suddenly gasped for breath.

I want to ask him if he went to the desert with Old Blake back then, but his physical condition can't be overpowering.Seeing that the old man was getting more and more difficult to breathe, I let Laila stay here and hurried out by myself.

Fortunately, I saw Alex at the door.After hearing what I said, she asked Yano to get the first-aid kit in the car without asking any further questions, turned around and ran in.Fortunately, the old man was just emotional and nothing serious.

Seeing that the old man returned to calm, I didn't bother him any more, thanked him and prepared to leave.

The old man kept following me, or the notebook in my hand.He couldn't express what he wanted to say, but I understood something.

Before leaving, I held my notebook and nodded to him.

I sat back under the arbor where the villagers only had strips of cloth, and I just hoped that the day would pass quickly.

The Egyptian afternoon was scorching hot.

It's a pity that in this desert, we can't wait for a timely rain.

(End of this chapter)