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When Ahmed prepared to retrieve the internal surveillance video of the institute, some undesirable twists and turns occurred. The management staff of the institute told him that although the institute is semi-private, the monitoring network is connected to the National Museum, and the monitoring can only be accessed at the museum.

When he rushed to the National Museum, he was told that the Cairo Police Department did not have the authority to view the surveillance of the National Museum and had to get a higher order.

This made Ahammad’s heart doubt: a small semi-private research institute, why is the surveillance network connected to the National Museum? The Cairo Police Department actually has no authority to access its surveillance video. If there is nothing shameful in it, it is really unbelievable.

He reported the matter to the director, who asked him to wait. He could only check the surveillance at various intersections around the institute first, but found no suspicious persons. Of course, as long as the murderer pays a little attention, it is easy to avoid these cameras. Compared with some developed countries, Cairo's surveillance density is too low, and the government's investment in this area is too small.

After waiting for two days, he was allowed to go to the National Museum for surveillance. What annoyed him was that he was told that he could not take the video copy away when he got there, and he had to sign a confidential document, and he had to be accompanied by relevant personnel to view it. Of course, he has the right to ask the **** to answer any questions he raises.

But he quickly understood why museums are so sensitive to surveillance, and the authority requirements are so high, because they are completely doing shameful activities.

The surveillance screen showed that Alef was wearing a clean white overalls and came out of a room at around nine o'clock in the evening. Two military policemen followed him and helped him push a hospital bed, but the patient was not lying on the bed. , But a mummy.

The institute originally studied mummies and ancient artifacts, so this is nothing unusual, but such complete mummies are rare. Ahmed felt a bit familiar, so he asked casually: "What mummy is this?"

The **** next to him stopped talking.

Alhammed immediately realized that there was a problem, so he patted the stack of documents on the table and said: "I have signed a non-disclosure agreement, and I have an order from the Police Department!"

The man couldn't tell the truth, so he said, "Rameses II."

"What?" Ahmed thought he had heard it wrong. "The mummy of Ramses II is a national treasure. Isn't it in your museum?"

"You know, for some important cultural relics, the museum will make some special copies." The accompanying person said.

"Oh..." Ahmed began to think that the one in the surveillance was a copy, but after thinking about what Professor Alef was doing with a copy, he suddenly realized that this one is real, and the museum Is fake.

"You mean... Tourists spend a lot of money to visit your pavilion every day, and what they see are fakes?!"

"Most of them are true. We need to study many things. When we study, we will release the copies and exchange them for the genuine ones. In fact, it doesn't matter to tourists. Anyway, we can't see the true or false."

Ahmed sighed and decided not to go to the museum again. He turned his attention back to the surveillance and saw them pushing the mummy into another room.

At eleven o'clock, a woman came to the institute. Alef said a few words to her in the hall, and the woman went to the dressing room to change into the same white overalls, and then followed Alef to the room where the mummy was.

Ahmed magnified the surveillance and recognized that this woman was the female intern who died that night. Apparently, she was called by Aleph to help. But why did you find an intern to study important mummies like Ramses II? Ahmed vaguely thought of a possibility.

The picture has not changed for a long time since then. Two military policemen dozed off on the sofa in the hall, but Alef and the female interns have not come out.

"Are there no cameras in the room?" Ahmed asked.

"No, police officer." The **** seemed to have guessed a certain possibility, and said disdainfully, "Although you are a policeman, you should not spy on other people's privacy."

"I'm working on a case." Alef emphasized. "What you think and what I think may not be the same thing at all."

At two o'clock in the night, Alef finally came out of the room. Where did he fall, the large dark red stains on the white overalls.

Ahmed raised his spirits and zoomed in to look at the picture carefully. Although the color of the picture was not very correct, he quickly determined that it was blood stains.

But Alef's footsteps and expression were very calm, there was no sign of injury or panic at all, and his hands were very clean, very out of proportion to the red-stained sleeves, and he should have just been cleaned.

Alhammed had just made a vague guess, but at this moment it was almost certain-the female intern was killed by Alef! And he has reason to believe that this matter has something to do with the museum and even the country.

He looked back at the museum staff who accompanied him to watch the surveillance and said, "You **** have been doing mummification resurrection experiments?! You can think of such a cruel method? I suspect that you are the murderer's accomplice, I can arrest you! "

"No, sir, we have never done such an experiment. If things are the same as you guessed, it was also done by Dr. Alef. He is the head of the mummification project and has nothing to do with us. Moreover, you signed confidentiality. It’s agreed, you can’t say it, no one except your immediate boss can say it.”

Ahmed nodded, and finally understood what the director's "shit" meant. Maybe the Secretary knew something a long time ago, but he was just a chess piece pushed over. Thinking of this, Ahmed could not help cursing: "shit!"

Alef came out of another room, took a few garbage bags in his hand, and returned to the room where the mummy was ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and the surveillance fell into a long period of stillness.

It was not until four o’clock in the morning that the door of the room opened again. Alef came out of the room with his head down, with a bed sheet on his head for some reason, like an Arab headscarf, but it was too long and dragged to the ground, like a turban. A cloak concealed the blood coat on his face and body.

Ahmed took a look and concluded that this was not Dr. Alef. Alef’s height is only 1.65 meters. This person is obviously much taller, about 1.75 meters, and his walking posture is also different. Although his legs are longer, his stride is smaller than Alef’s. , Walked like a missionary.

"He is not Alef, he is the murderer!" Ahmed said affirmatively.

The "murderer" was wrapped in a bed sheet, with his hands cuddling on his chest, pulling on both sides of the bed sheet respectively. He came to the hall where two military policemen were sleeping on the sofa. He walked up to one of them, reached out and grabbed the gendarmerie by the neck. The military police struggled and stopped moving.

Another military policeman was awakened, but before he had time to do anything, the "murderer" moved in front of him and broke his neck with a bang.

However, this time, the bed sheet on the murderer also slipped to the ground. He turned his back to the camera, showing loose red hair.

He seemed to feel someone peeping at him, turned around abruptly, and glanced in the direction of the camera.

Ahmed's heart thumped. He saw a shriveled face like carbonized bark in the desert, with two empty eye sockets and black holes, like two bottomless wells.

The museum administrator who accompanied him to watch the surveillance obviously did not expect such a result. He covered his mouth and screamed: "Oh, my God! It's him! It's Ramses II! Only his hair is red in all mummies. of!"

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