The Ultimate Student in the City

Van Persie looked up, but saw a not-too-high sand dune not far away. He glanced at the sun that was about to set again, nodded and said, "It seems that we can only set off to climb the sand dune and enter the mountain tomorrow morning." That remains."

"Yes, Mr. Van Persie." Dill nodded, then glanced at everyone and said, "Tonight, Mr. Van Persie and all the distinguished gentlemen from the United Nations Archaeological Association will have a good rest. Tomorrow, my brothers and I will We will take everyone to the ruins for investigation.”

"Mr. Dill, apart from the photos you took with the drone and sent back, have you taken any other special things in the past two days?" Van Persie asked.

"Mr. Van Persie, let Meide answer this question for you." Dill said, "He knows better than me." As he spoke, Dill's eyes fell on a man in camouflage uniform.

He is Maid, and he is also a well-known archaeological expert in Egypt. Of course, he is not as famous as Sima.

Med nodded to Dill and then looked at Van Persie and said: "Dear Mr. Van Persie, the photos we took with the drone afterwards were similar to the ones taken before, and we didn't get particularly useful information. Of course, I I think you already know that we couldn’t take pictures of the bronze sword that we photographed before. And there is another unfortunate thing, because the weather here is too unstable, there was no wind just now, Suddenly there was a strong wind, or a sudden sandstorm, so the ten drones we brought over are still all damaged, and there is no way to shoot.”

"That's indeed unfortunate news." Van Persie nodded and said, "At first, I thought, after we entered the ruins, you would use drones to take pictures outside to see if you could capture how we were captured. Cursed."

After finishing speaking, he grinned.

The others also laughed as if they were amused by Van Persie's words, but the expressions on their faces were a little stiff, their faces were a little ugly, and their hearts were quite heavy. Before coming, all of them were ambitious, He felt that he could unravel the mysterious veil of the ruins, but now that it was time to enter the ruins, he had an inexplicably creepy feeling of uneasiness.

Many people thought that the coward from China was so smart that he escaped at such a time.

Dill smiled, but he was very smart not to continue talking about this matter, but said: "Gentlemen, before you arrived, we had already started preparing dinner, and everyone must have smelled the food." The aroma is gone, and we have prepared some drinks for everyone, of course, without alcohol, it is difficult to preserve alcohol in a place like the desert, I hope everyone can have a very good night."

"The Last Supper?" The famous painting by Leonardo da Vinci, the great painter of the European Renaissance, has already appeared in many people's minds.

And when the blood-red moon appeared over the desert, these soldiers and archaeologists had already hid in their respective tents, got into their sleeping bags, and curled up, although not necessarily sleepy, But hiding in the sleeping bag like this is much warmer than staying outside.

Of course, what no one noticed was that under a certain off-road vehicle parked there, a black figure was lying on the frosty sand, chewing lightly on a piece of sand it held in his hand. Beef jerky as hard as iron...

...

"Mohammad, it's time for us to get up." Dill said after glancing at the military watch on his wrist, then straightened up and got out of the sleeping bag.

"It's time to get up." Muhammad straightened up and said, "In less than an hour, the sun will rise, and after the sun comes out, it doesn't take long, this place will become an oven .”

"Haha, Muhammad, your description is really apt." Dill said with a laugh, "We have to cross the dunes before this damn desert becomes a steamer, otherwise, if the weather is too hot, I don't think Mr. Van Persie has That physical strength climbed up."

Muhammad glanced at Dill while putting on his shoes, and then said with a serious expression: "Dill, did you hear that sound? It wasn't the wind in the desert, but more like the sound of a woman crying."

Dill put on his shoes for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "I think, Mr. Van Persie and the others must have heard that damned scalp-tingling sound, as I told you before, we are here The sound you heard when you were walking was exactly the sound you heard last night, and the sound came from the other side of the sand dunes, so if there is no accident, it should come from the ruins."

Muhammad nodded, his inexplicable scalp felt a little numb, and he said immediately: "It seems that there is life in the ruins?"

"I don't know." Dill shook his head and said, "Maybe it's the souls who can't enter heaven, who knows? Now I can only pray that Mr. Van Persie and the others can solve this mystery."

Muhammad smiled wryly and shook his head, but said nothing.

After the two finished dressing, they got out of the tent and woke up the soldiers who were still in their dreams, including Van Persie and his party one by one.

While everyone was having a simple breakfast, the door of one of the off-road vehicles parked there was suddenly opened. Immediately afterwards, an island man in his thirties got out of the car. Holding a martial arts knife, when he found that everyone was staring at him in astonishment, he yawned and stretched, and then there was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

Dill and Muhammad reacted quickly. While touching the pistol at his waist, Dill looked at the man who suddenly appeared with vigilant eyes and said loudly, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you either obey me obediently or die!" Ito Jingo licked his chapped lips and said softly.

Muhammad frowned suddenly, and while taking out the pistol on his waist, he gave his subordinates a look. The five soldiers understood, and held the gun in their hand to give the island man who suddenly got out of the car Surrounded, the muzzle was aimed at his head.

As if he didn't know that there were five guns pointed at his head, there was no panic expression on the corner of Ito Shingo's mouth, and there was even a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth: "I don't like people pointing guns at me head."

"Oh, sir, that's a pity." Muhammad looked at him warily and said, "You can only accept such an arrangement without knowing your background."

"Really?" The smile on Ito Jingo's face became even brighter, but it looked very strange.

"Is this funny?" Muhammad frowned, and the other party's smile made him feel very uncomfortable, and even had a hairy feeling.

In the next second, everyone felt that their eyes were blurred, and then they heard a series of unharmonious voices.

In the next second, Muhammad only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and then he felt as if there was an ice pack on his neck, which was extremely cold.

Then his eyes widened bit by bit, and there was a hint of panic in them, but an unbelievable look.

The man who got out of the car suddenly did not know what had appeared in front of him, and what was even more terrible was that a handful of cold gun with blood stains was pressed against his throat.

"As I said, I don't like being held to the head with a gun." Shingo Ito licked his dry lips and said, his voice was cold, with a strong murderous look.

"Don't mess around!" Dill, who was standing next to Muhammad, changed his face, and he had already pulled out the pistol in his waist, pointing the muzzle at Shingo Ito's head, "Put down the knife, or I..."

Before finishing a sentence, Dill suddenly opened his eyes wide and swallowed the unfinished words abruptly. A thick layer of sweat appeared on his face, and the look in his eyes was as if he saw It looked like a ghost, with a trace of fear in it, and the hand holding the pistol even trembled slightly.

I saw a bloodstain suddenly appeared on the throats of the five soldiers who held guns to the man's head that suddenly appeared, as if the doctor had cut the patient there when he was operating on the patient, and the blood was slowly It overflowed, and soon, the crack became bigger, blood began to spurt, and the golden sand on the ground was already dyed red.

"Bang bang..." With a series of muffled sounds, the five soldiers fell backwards one by one, and finally lay on the sandy ground, their bodies twitched violently, and they were silent. It's just that their eyes are wide open, and the look of fear in their eyes has not disappeared.

Time seemed to stand still, and the other people looked at this scene, their minds went blank, and they had already lost the ability to think.

Dill's hand holding the gun was trembling slightly, his palm was covered with sweat, and his pupils shrank sharply. He had no doubt at all that when he pointed the gun at his head, the person whose throat would be cut in the next second would be It would be him, even if he didn't even have a chance to shoot, he would be dealt with by the opponent.

"Let them put down their guns, or I don't mind killing you all." Shingo Ito said with a weird smile on his face, and the blade of the martial arts knife even touched Muhammad's neck. In an instant, Muhammad's A thin line of blood appeared on the neck.

Muhammad's heart twitched slightly, and his face turned pale. Not only did he smell blood, but he also smelled death.