Dumb house with red locks and mandarin ducks flying

Chapter 11

While the doctor was leaning on the gilt earring to show off his foreign language ability, the boss hurried in from outside the hotel. The doctor only saw him holding a roll of things in his hand, and did not ask him where he was. , and was dragged to the elevator by him.

"Breakfast is here..." The doctor yelled in time, and by the time the last word was spoken, he had disappeared in the elevator.

The customer service lady at the front desk caught a glimpse of the pair of young oriental men wearing earrings of the same style, showing a knowing smile, and decided to send the room service later.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

The boss frowned, as if he didn't know how to explain, he handed the thing he was holding to the doctor.

This is a very strange scroll, judging from the signs of mold and damage on it, it should have gone through a long time.There are many pictures on the scroll, and some characters are written on it, some of which have been damaged and cannot be recognized.Although the doctor can already read Egyptian, it seems that it is very difficult at first glance.He guessed that these should be ancient Egyptian poems and songs, just like it is difficult for foreigners who understand Chinese to understand Chinese Tang poetry and Song Ci.

"I was shopping in Cairo last night. I heard that there was a riot not long ago and destroyed a small part of the collection of the Egyptian History Museum. I went to find out about the situation. Then I went to the Giza Pyramid opposite in the morning, because Hu The Pyramid of Husband only receives [-] tourists a day, so I entrusted someone to line up for me." The boss calmed down and explained carefully.However, it was probably because he hadn't spoken to him for so long, and he felt that his words were somewhat unnatural, which made the boss, who had always pursued perfection, a rare annoyance, and felt like a primary school student who was afraid of having no friends.

"Then I went to the Khalil market, yes, the Hanai Khalil market that was highlighted in your travel guide. The market that existed in the [-]th century AD was as big as a district ..." The boss tried to organize his own language, but obviously the effect was not so good.

"Oh! So you went to pick up the leak?" As an excellent doctor, you must have a strong association ability. "Is this the scroll you picked up? That's great! How many years ago can it be an antique? Oh, you won't exaggerate it too much? If it's an antique, will we be caught when we pass the customs?" Detain it?"

The boss curled his lips, and his brows began to relax from the tangled wrinkle. He felt that he was just asking for trouble by thinking so much about the dull guy like the doctor.

He briefly explained the papyrus, looked up to see the doctor with a dazed expression, couldn't help but feel a little pain between his brows, rubbed his brows, and then continued: "It's just an antique!"

"Then what is written on it? I think it looks like a poem praising death?" The doctor heard that it was indeed an antique, and immediately carefully placed the scroll on the coffee table.

"The Book of the Dead."

"Then...then this book of the dead...couldn't be someone unknown, right?" The doctor knew that the boss had always had a sharp eye, and the antiques that could make him look at them differently were definitely super scary.

"It's... Ramses II's..."

"..."

There was a drowning silence.

The boss listened to the doctor's long-winded words, his left eyebrow raised higher and higher. After a while, the doctor let the boss who was a little bit uneasy get up and went to the restaurant to find something to eat.

Boss: Eat again!

He had an inexplicable feeling that today's doctor is not an ordinary talker. He was so handsome that he was afraid that he would say a word more, so he tried to talk, blocking the boss to say a few words.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, the boss stared at the book of the undead on the coffee table for a long time before turning his eyes away and lying casually on the sofa.

The chaise longue in the suite was very comfortable. The boss slowly closed his eyes, thinking that he should calm down.He can't push the doctor too hard, and he can't push himself too hard either.

Sometimes he really feels more and more that the focus of his life has been mostly shifted to the doctor. Obviously, the other party does not have this awareness, so it may not be a good thing.

After a while, when the sun completely illuminated the book of the dead, the light brown papyrus suddenly lit up, and a puff of white smoke rose up in the sun, slowly condensing into a human shape, and the facial features gradually Clearly, a translucent young handsome man finally appeared.

This person is probably only in his 20s, with deep eyebrows, hooked nose, linen cloth on his head, necklaces inlaid with precious gemstones on his chest, and a narrow white linen skirt on his lower body. Dress of Egyptian nobles.Although he is only in the state of a soul body, his whole person reveals an aura of looking down on the world.

The man looked around suspiciously at first, and was extremely curious about everything in the room, especially the photos hanging on the living room wall, which made him look and look again and again.Finally, he turned his gaze to the boss who was taking a nap on the chaise longue. He had just glanced at it casually, but when he saw the shirt the boss was wearing, he was taken aback and immediately floated to the chaise longue.The boss is closing his eyes at the moment, his face is calm, and his handsome features have a clear silhouette against the sun, looking like a god in mythology.

The man's handsome brows and eyes showed more and more surprise, and finally stretched out his hand to the boss uncontrollably.

"I guess you should come out soon." The boss slowly opened his eyes, not looking at the translucent hand that was already on his chest, but looking straight at the man who suddenly appeared ancient egyptian man. "What should I call you? Pharaoh? Your Majesty? Or... Ramses II?"

The handsome Pharaoh withdrew his hand, straightened his body, raised his chin slightly, looked down at the boss, and said in a low and proud voice: "People of foreign countries, I allow you to call me Your Majesty."

The boss raised his eyebrows, and he was obviously very disregarding the other party's arrogance, which can be seen from his laziness in the chaise longue without moving.There are only two people in the world who can call him Your Majesty, one is Qin Shihuang and the other is Fusu.

"I think you should know that Egypt is not under your rule now."

The Pharaoh looked around, nodded and said: "Obviously, but I have done enough Pharaoh, and I have finally recovered from the long

The boss got up slightly, looked at the papyrus scroll on the coffee table, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that the book of the dead can really make the dead alive..."

"Resurrection? No, this is just the first step, to liberate my sleeping soul." The Pharaoh shook his fingers, then bent down deeply, stared into the boss's eyes, and said slowly, "The water of the Nile River can Falling and rising again, vegetation can be regenerated after harvesting, so we believe that people can also be resurrected. After death, people want to find the great god Osiris, wash away their sins in the world, and then use the Book of the Dead to return to the world. In addition , must also preserve the immortality of the flesh.”

"Oh? Then you must have committed a lot of sins during your lifetime, and now it has been more than 3000 years since you passed away." The boss rarely complained, thinking that if the doctor was around, he would definitely say the same.Ah, no, why is it a doctor again.The boss said he was very distressed.

The Pharaoh's expression froze for a moment. Under the sunlight, his figure became clearer and clearer, showing a honey-like brown skin. It didn't look like a soul body at all.His face is exactly the same as the statues of Ramses II that can be seen everywhere in Egypt, and his slashed face is as handsome as the poems praising him.

"Evil?" After a while, the pharaoh raised the corners of his mouth playfully, leaned over to the boss's ear and said in a low voice, "Egypt's pharaoh's harem has indeed always been a place of evil."

Regarding the other party's tone of teasing, the boss didn't even move his eyebrows, but he had thoughts in his heart.

The boss has always liked to collect beautiful and artistic objects, and Ya She was also born because of the overflow of his collection. At this time, seeing the handsome face of the Pharaoh, the boss couldn't help squinting his eyes, and began to think about how to Take this haughty and foul-mouthed pharaoh back to his dumb house and keep him safe.In fact, he wanted to take away a statue of Ramses II, but when this guy was alive, the statues he erected for himself were bigger and bigger, even tens of meters high, and there was really no way to move them into his small shop.

The boss was distracted, but the pharaoh straightened his expression and continued to smile meaningfully: "Do you know how we keep our bodies immortal? Mummies? Have you ever seen them? Have you ever heard of how mummies are made?"

The Pharaoh did not wait for the boss to reply, but stretched out his hand to the straight bridge of the boss's nose, stroking and slowly said: "First, use an iron hook to hook the brain out from the nasal cavity. After removing it, use the medicine Inject it."

The pharaoh's hand went down, along the boss's jaw, brushed over his neck, then across his chest, and finally fell to his waist. "Actually, cut open the side with a stone knife, take out the internal organs, wash the abdominal cavity with brown wine, sprinkle spices, fill it with medicine, and then carefully suture it. Then soak it in a strong alkali solution for a full seventy days, and then wash it Clean. Finally, use a wax cloth coated with glue, one by one, to wrap it thinly..."

The pharaoh's voice was low, with the unique curly tongue of ancient Egyptian, echoing in the room.His hands moved unscrupulously on the boss, not hiding his desire for the body under his hands at all.

"I thought our mummification technology should be the best...but how did you do it? This body...should have been kept for 500 years, right? No...at least 1000 years..."

The boss was lying on the chaise longue, and graciously let the pharaoh's harassment.Although the pharaoh looks like a real person now, he can't be touched at all.What does he care about with an air?What he thought of at this time was the hexagram he had occupied before he left, the six-three lines of Shuilei Tun said: "The deer is like Yu, but people live in the forest. A gentleman is as good as he is, it is better to give up and be stingy." The so-called Yuren The Xiangyi should refer to this Pharaoh, right?So who is that deer referring to?And who must be abandoned so that the doctor will not be in danger?

The handsome Pharaoh didn't notice that the boss was out of his mind. After asking a few questions without getting an answer, he became more and more crazy, and his dark brown pupils shone with a strange look.

"Oh! It seems that this dress is weird!" Although the Pharaoh sensed the key, but due to the state of his soul and body, he couldn't unscrew the button of the boss's red dragon suit at all.The extremely anxious Pharaoh almost fell over.He quickly realized that this is not possible now, only entities... Only real flesh and blood can do what he wants to do.

The moment the other party turned from a soul state into a substance and tried to untie the button, the boss suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "You can turn into a substance." He said, with eyes in his eyes A cold light flashed, almost pinching the pharaoh's neck and pressing him on the chaise longue, saying word by word: "How much did you lie to me?"

"..." Pharaoh was dumbfounded.

Immediately he discovered the benefits of this posture, raised his head ambiguously, and smiled: "Do you like this posture?"

The boss frowned deeply, and said coldly: "You are right, I like any posture."

When he was about to let Pharaoh go, the doctor came in without even knocking on the door.

"Boss! The food here in Egypt is very strange! I picked a few that can understand the ingredients... Hey! What's going on? Who are you!" The doctor was taken aback abruptly.

This is mainly because the pharaoh didn't wear any clothes on his upper body. From the doctor's point of view, the boss covered him almost entirely. Who knows if his lower body was worn...

The air froze for a moment.

More importantly, when the air was stagnant, the pharaoh had no morals, and smiled very dissolutely. He asked the doctor who stayed at the door:

"Do you want to play together?"

And the doctor, half understanding, replied: "Okay."

boss:"……"

The author has something to say: This chapter quotes a lot of the original text hahaha you just have to read it, the main reason is that the original text is too corrupt and there is no need to change it...! ! !

In fact, the new article I want to publish during the summer vacation is also a fan, a fan of Sherlock Holmes, but I may not be able to control the European and American style, so I am still struggling. If it doesn’t work, I will write another article.

Yesterday was my birthday, I had a lot of fun.

See you next Saturday!