"Curse! Curse! This is a curse from the ancient Pharaoh!"
"The curse is real, I saw Anubis, translucent, he comes from the underworld!"
"The Golden Mask! I'm possessed, he's inside me, I can hear his voice, I can hear his voice!"
"I was stabbed by the guards of the underworld, and part of my soul was taken into the underworld and put on the scales!"
"Scarab! Golden Sun! My body is full of bugs! Full of bugs! Help! Help me, please help me!"
"God Amun! God of the Sun! He slapped John to death!"
"Mummies! They are all mummies. They want to entangle us. They want to drag us to the tomb to be buried with us!"
"Ulaeus! Golden Holy Snake Ulaeus! Sobek! Swamp God Sobek!"
"Scorpion King! The Scorpion King is back, run! Everyone, run!"
"My heart hurts so much! My heart hurts so much! My heart was taken out by that black panther. My heart hurts so much!"
"Thousand-year curse... Thousand-year curse... We are finished... Everything is finished..."
…
Except for a few who were unconscious and were kept in the hospital for observation, and some who were too crazy were sent to the mandatory room of the mental hospital, the rest were all sent to the Cairo Police Station after a tour of the hospital.
"So, what's going on with them? Are they all crazy? Or are they just pretending?"
In the police station, in addition to the police chief, the director of the Pyramid Museum was also called up overnight. He first went to the museum for a walk and then hurried over.
In addition, the national museum was robbed in the early morning, and officials from some relevant departments also rushed over overnight to get first-hand information.
"It should be true." The police chief also felt a little palpitated. "When we rushed into the museum, they were all wailing in the museum. Some people were in the lobby on the first floor, and some were in the corridor on the second floor. They were either unconscious, Or crazy."
"Did you interrogate them? Who are they and why did they come to the museum to steal?"
"I asked a few non-serious questions and they all confessed." The police chief said, "They received the mission and came to steal the cultural relics collection in the overseas stolen cultural relics exhibition hall."
"What!?"
"Those robbers and thieves?"
"Shameless!"
"How dare they!?"
"Contact the Gaul Kingdom, contact the Great Yin Kingdom, we will sue them!"
"Sorry, gentlemen, we have no evidence in our hands. Apart from their confessions, they also have no evidence in their hands..." The police chief interrupted several people and spread his hands.
Everyone, "..."
"In addition to them, there are also some peripheral members such as hackers and mercenaries. We have sent people to arrest them, but they are very cautious and estimate that the chance of successful arrest is low." The police chief continued.
"hateful!"
"You are ignoring us like this!"
"Those Europeans and Americans have always been like this, let them wait, and sooner or later they will come back!"
After everyone was angry, they focused their attention again on the people in front of them.
Even through a thick layer of one-way glass, everyone could clearly see the fear, restlessness, trembling, and trembling of those people, as if they were standing naked in the ice and snow, or facing the mouth of a tiger. Little lamb.
"What's going on with them?"
"Why do they all look so scared?"
"This is the point of this incident!"
The police chief couldn't help but tremble, and couldn't help but said, "They said that they encountered the Pharaoh's curse... all the cultural relics in the entire museum came to life..."
The police chief took the document and showed the confessions of these people to the people next to him.
There is also a document, which is a comprehensive document compiled from these confessions, recording a series of their actions and all the accidents they encountered.
"Becoming a real King Cobra?"
"Talking golden mask?"
"A black cat as big as a leopard?"
"A sculpture of Anubis with underworld fire burning above its head?"
"Scarabs and levitating golden suns?"
"Resurrected mummy?"
"The Scorpion King's army?"
“A moving sphinx and sculptures of gods and pharaohs?”
"How is that possible? Are they crazy?"
"I don't know if they are crazy, but their confessions all match up."
The police chief's lips trembled a little. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, the news coming out of those people's mouths was shocking enough.
The point is...
“Those who were said to be tied up by mummies were all fainted on the second floor, and those who were beaten to death by sphinx sculptures and god sculptures were all fainted on the first floor.
There were also those who were stabbed to death by soldiers from the underworld. He said that his heart and ribs were hurting all the time. The one whose body was invaded by scarabs said that his whole body was itchy. There were also a few who said that they were tied up by mummies and were constantly in pain. Take a deep breath and say you have trouble breathing. "
Not to mention the police chief, all police officers in the police station keep a sufficient distance from those people if necessary, for fear that the other party will spread the curse to themselves. Who knows whether those thousands of years of curses can be contagious...
The museum director couldn't help but shudder. You know, he stays with those things every day!
Everyone else was also shocked. This document looked like a Hollywood script.
But……
"Is this true? How is it possible?"
"Are they really...cursed?"
A group of people looked at the crazy crowd inside through the glass, and couldn't help but take a step back.
"Don't worry, everyone. When our police officers entered the museum, they did not see the resurrected mummies and sculptures, nor did they see the Scarab and the Scorpion King."
The police chief ventured, "They were probably just targeting intruders."
"What did you say?"
"You mean, with these curses, we can still distinguish between outsiders and our own people?"
"Could it be that...those cultural relics...they have intelligence?"
When a group of people heard this, they became even more scared...
The police chief managed to stand still and said tremblingly, "I, I don't know either..."
A group of people immediately looked at the museum director, who was a professional.
The curator was about to cry. He himself was very frightened at this time. Moreover, he had gone to the museum specifically before and went through every exhibition hall, especially the exhibition hall of overseas stolen cultural relics. He went through it very carefully. !
Now he can't wait to go to the hospital to get himself a full body examination.
"Maybe...maybe..."
The curator's mind was spinning rapidly, and then suddenly an idea flashed, "Maybe it's blood? We all bleed the blood of the Pharaohs? So the curse thinks that we are its own people?"
The eyes of several people with Pharaonic blood all lit up, while several people with European blood couldn't help but tremble.
(End of chapter)
