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Zhao Pengfei decided to stay at a nearby hotel, sitting up all night on the bed, keenly observing the subtle changes around him. His nerves were taut as a string, always alert for any unusual occurrences.
After their breakup, Chang Annchun found himself alone at Egyptian Temple Square. The evening breeze from the Nile howled past him, sending a bone-chilling cold through his body, as if that icy wind could penetrate his very soul.
Egypt is a land of mystery, yet astonishingly, the most important temple has no soldiers stationed to guard it. Even more surprising is the fact that since its construction, there has never been a theft reported.
In the hearts of the Egyptians, the temple is a sacred place where the sun god was born, an eternal forbidden ground that no mere mortal would dare challenge with their insignificant power. They hold it in deep reverence and respect.
Inside the temple stand stone statues of Pharaohs from various dynasties. Chang Annchun knew the history of each Pharaoh like the back of his hand, including Jacques.
He stood silently before one of the statues, praying for a moment before raising his head to count the Pharaohs' statues one by one.
When he reached the third row, his outstretched arm suddenly froze in mid-air, as if cast under a spell.
Following the direction of Chang Annchun's finger, he saw a tall and magnificent statue, but it was missing its head. The area above its neck had been cleanly severed, and the statue belonged to Jacques.
Although the Egyptians had long since moved beyond the era of Pharaohs' rule, their devotion to the sun god and ancient civilization had only intensified.
Removing a Pharaoh's head is an unforgivable crime under current laws; who would be so audacious as to commit such an outrageous act?
With years of archaeological experience behind him, Chang Annchun determined that the marks at the severed neck were brand new, indicating that this incident had occurred recently.
Suddenly turning around to gaze into the vast night, a tremor ran through him as cold dread surged from deep within his heart.
A bold hypothesis rapidly formed in Chang Annchun's mind. He hurriedly left the temple and hailed a taxi, racing towards Jacques' Tomb with an anxious urgency.
On the way, he desperately tried to call Zhao Pengfei but received no answer.
Perhaps Zhao Pengfei had encountered an accident at that very moment. The thought of that headless statue reminded Chang Annchun of Song Yong's strange expression when discussing Jacques' corpse—only he hadn’t had time to voice his concerns before collapsing dead. Yet Zhao Pengfei remained silent about it all.
It seems that all the mysteries are tightly bound to Jacques' corpse; something unusual must have happened!
Chang Annchun hurried to the excavation site of the tomb, which was already under the watch of Egyptian officials.
Above the tomb, lights blazed brightly, while at the entrance of the burial passage stood six armed soldiers. Surrounding them were seven or eight laborers who worked tirelessly day and night, creating a bustling scene.
Chang Annchun knew that without proper authorization or guidance from relevant personnel, he could not enter the tomb. However, given the urgent situation, he had to find a way in to uncover the truth. He felt anxious and helpless.
Just as he hesitated, a Chinese man who looked like an assistant approached him.
Chang Annchun immediately recognized him as Zhao Pengfei's assistant. He quickly stepped forward and detailed everything that had happened recently, requesting permission to enter the tomb.
The man listened in astonishment, his face showing hesitation. After a moment of contemplation, he ultimately agreed to Chang Annchun's request.
Thus, the two men slowly entered Jacques' Tomb under the watchful eyes of two soldiers.
The tomb was magnificently constructed and adorned. The murals on both sides depicted naked women with alluring and lascivious expressions, seemingly narrating tales of past luxury and indulgence. In the center of the tomb were five sarcophagus doors, each housing a coffin.
From the analysis of the paint and inscriptions on the coffins, it appeared that they contained four beautiful young women—Jacques' concubines whom he had summoned before his death to continue enjoying wealth and luxury in the afterlife.
The man informed Chang Annchun that these four female mummies had been specially treated and remained uncorrupted even after all this time. Their facial muscles looked lifelike, as if they were merely sleeping. Their hands and feet were shackled, indicating that even in death they were to serve Jacques like slaves, showcasing the cruelty and tyranny of that era.
Everyone lit torches and cautiously made their way along the stone path on the east side into Jacques' burial chamber. Before long, they came upon a jade stone platform.
On this platform lay a magnificent coffin, its gilded surface shimmering with a dazzling light even after thousands of years, leaving onlookers in awe.
Chang Annchun excitedly approached the coffin, gently placing his hands on its raised surface. The hard texture of the coffin stirred an involuntary excitement within his aging body—a primal thrill at the prospect of an archaeological discovery.
“W-What is this…” Chang Annchun turned to the man, a dazed expression on her face as she asked, “Is this really the legendary…?”
“Jacques,” the man replied with a smile, nodding slightly.
“Can I take a look?” Chang Annchun pointed at the coffin and said, “I want to know what he looks like.”
The man hesitated for a moment before shaking his head.
“Not allowed?”
“It’s not that. It’s just that you won’t be able to see his face clearly. It…” The man paused, a hint of difficulty appearing on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
With a soft sigh, the man slowly walked to the coffin and lifted the lid.
As he revealed the body wrapped in white cloth, Chang Annchun raised her torch to peer inside. Her eyes widened in shock, disbelief etched across her face.
After a thousand years, the mummy lay with its arms crossed over its chest. The hands exposed outside the white cloth showed no signs of desiccation or decay; in fact, one could see the veins beneath the shriveled skin. This sight was truly bizarre.
But where was Jacques’ head?
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