"Hello, Chief." Ahmed spit out the sand in his mouth, and while answering the phone, he passed through the Giza Heights and quickly left the scenic spot.

"Where are you, Ahmed?"

"I...on the way to Hurghada."

"You haven't gone far yet?"

"Sorry, Chief, I've already gone far." Standing by the side of the highway, Ahmed was watching the military and police in the distance begin to block the scene. "I'm already on the highway, and I'll be in Hull in about four hours. Gada."

"You kid walks so fast!"

"Hello, I'm not right. 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 don't want to be your brother, I don't support 996, I just want a poor vacation, and I really can't come back on the road."

"No, no! Even if you take off your pants and march on the street, you have to come back to me!" The director was obviously a little angry.

"That's really big news-Cairo's best police detective ran naked in the streets on a sandstorm day!" Ahmed went out and killed him and didn't want to go to the pyramid again. "I think you don't want to watch it, Chief. To this kind of news, especially the Cairo Sheriff running naked on the streets of Hurghada!"

"Shit!"

Ahmed heard the director scolded in English, and then hung up the phone.

...

Five days later, Ahmed finished his vacation in the Red Sea and drove from Hurghada back to the Cairo police station to report. He is ready to be trained and even transferred to a remote area to manage public security. Even if he no longer wears a police uniform and returns to the mosque to serve the elderly imam, he is reluctant to say anything about the things in the pyramid.

He gently knocked on the director's door.

"Ah, Ahmad, you came back just in time." The director didn't seem to be sacking him. "There is a case you just have to deal with. It's a bit tricky. Others may not be able to handle it."

"What case?" As long as it wasn't about the pyramid, Ahmed was happy to handle the case.

"Professor Alef is dead," said the chief.

Ahmed's heart sank, what he was really afraid of.

"But five days have passed, isn't this case finished yet?" he said.

"Five days?" The director was stunned for a moment, "Oh, no, no, he died yesterday, and the body is still in the forensic room."

"Yesterday?" Now it was Ahmed's turn to be surprised. "What's the matter? Didn't Professor Alef go to the pyramid?"

"Do you know this too? Your news is really well-informed!" The director said happily, "I don't forget to care about Cairo while on holiday in Hurghada. Good job, Ahmed!"

Ahmed knew that he was lost. He didn't want people to know that he had been to the Pyramid with Professor Alef, whether it was a dream, was cursed by the pharaoh, or traveled through time and space.

He coughed awkwardly and laughed: "Ah, yes, share the worries for the director! That...on the day of the sandstorm, nothing happened, right?"

"It was nothing big. The earthquake shook the entrance to the underground palace of the Pyramid. Several tourists who wanted to go in for treasure hunting and vendors in the scenic spot died inside. This is normal. Human nature is greedy. Who would not be greedy when seeing treasures? The director said, "but things are a bit troublesome now. Professor Alef put himself in the research institute after he got out of the pyramid, but yesterday, he died."

"He was fine in the pyramid?"

"No, he was fine when he came out."

"What about the others? Those who went in with him?"

"The others are also very good."

Ahmed felt a little strange, things were a bit different from what he expected. He asked, "So how did those tourists die? What's new in the underground palace?"

"Oh, this was originally a top-secret, but you are about to take over this case, and you have the right to know." The director looked mysterious. "A mask older than Tutankhamun was found in the underground palace, but unfortunately, I still didn't find it. Khufu’s mummy. The tourist’s death is tragic. The cause of death is currently unknown. According to Alef, it was cursed by the Pharaoh."

"curse?"

"We don't believe it, but Alef died last night, and the two military policemen who went to the underground palace with him also died. This is an autopsy report, you can look at it." The director threw a document in his hand. "The government The pyramid has been blocked and no one is allowed to enter. Of course, if you want to enter, I can apply for you."

"Well, okay. Ah? Oh, no, no, I'm not going in!" Ahmed received the autopsy report and confirmed with a glance that the one he had experienced was not a dream, Alef's method of death, and Those who died in the underground palace are exactly the same.

He suddenly thought of Adura, the scenic administrator with a long name who saved his life, and asked, "Where is Adura? Is he dead too?"

"Adura?" The director looked inexplicable, "Who is Adura?"

Alhammed understood in an instant that Adulla did not go with Alef. He remembered that he had appointed Adulla to go with him at the time. If he did not go, he would naturally not go.

He felt a lot easier in his heart, and the little worry and guilt that had been caused by his escape disappeared.

"Oh, maybe I remembered it wrong, you know I'm just finished off, and my mind is still immersed in the water of the Red Sea!" Ahmed said perfunctorily.

The director said: "Then drain the water in your mind. From now on, Alef's case will be handed over to you. Remember, everything about the pyramid and this case is top secret!"

Ahmed nodded and exited the director's office. When the door was closed, he heard the director say "**", but he was not sure whether it was against him or because of other things ~lightnovelpub.net~ Alef's death was indeed very strange. He has a semi-official and semi-private research institute, and it is said that in Egypt there is only this unofficial official research on pharaoh-level mummies and cultural relics with all qualifications.

He died in the room where the mummies were stored in the research institute, exactly the same as the deceased in the Pyramid Palace. His stomach was cut open, his nose and upper jawbone were lifted, and his internal organs and brain were missing except for the heart.

Blood handprints were found at the scene and in the Pyramid Underground Palace, but it was strange that no fingerprints could be extracted. The police judged that the murderer was wearing leather gloves, but his fingers were very slender.

Two soldiers who were in charge of protecting Alef and a female intern in the institute also died. According to the results of the on-site investigation and the forensic doctor’s autopsy report, their methods of death were slightly different.

Residual ether was detected in the female trainee's blood, which should have been injected with anesthetic before death. The incision in her abdomen was flat and cut with a sharp metal knife such as a scalpel; her skull was opened and the brain plasma had been removed, instead of digging the brain from the face like others did.

The two military policemen died relatively violently. Their necks were twisted first, and then their internal organs and brains were excavated. And Alef was the worst, he was taken alive and he was not injected with anesthetics. In other words, the other person was not dead yet, and watched as his stomach was cut open, and his internal organs were taken out bit by bit. But strangely, both the scene and the autopsy proved that he hadn't struggled.

From the point of view of the wounds, the weapon used to cut the belly of Alef and the two military policemen could not be a knife, but a sharp cone, which is consistent with the judgment of Ahmed when he was in the Pyramid Palace. The experienced forensic doctor gave an incredible guess-nails! 8)

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