Reasoning Notes

Chapter 369 Reasoning Notes 8: Legend of the Pharaoh (19)
Isn't it suspicious that a companion who hasn't seen him for many years suddenly calls and asks him where he is hiding?Combined with the group photo brought by campus detective Mi Kaka just now, the blackened head is none other than Xiao Meng, which further verifies Cheng Yuhao's idea.

But why did Xiaomeng kill other people?This is Cheng Yuhao's puzzled question.But one thing he was sure of was that the golden book found in the tomb passage fell among the five people.Now, out of the five, the golden book is not in the hands of Xiaomeng, but in the hands of another person.

That's why he told Xiaomeng the address.This is not to lead the wolf into the house, but to invite the king into the urn.Although he only saw the Golden Book once, Cheng Yuhao never forgot it.As the leader of domestic tomb robbery novels, if he can get a real object like the Golden Book, it will definitely cause a great sensation.

Just like any tomb robber, he hopes to find antiquities that shock the world.

Just then, the phone on the desk rang.

Xiaomeng's voice came from over there: "I'm going to Zhuhai soon. Are you home?"

"I'm waiting for you at home. Come here."

come on.My golden book.

Cheng Yuhao put away the phone, and his thin figure stood quietly.His smiling face was reflected in the glass window washed brightly by the sunset, and the corners of his mouth were extremely indifferent.He waited at the window, waiting for that person.

The night is getting darker, and the beauty of the world is like the sweetness of bitter coffee, hidden in the deep black.The quiet coastline is gradually blurred, the lights in the villa area are turned off one by one, and I fall asleep listening to the singing of the sea.

In the property duty room of the community, the light bulb seems to be malfunctioning, flickering and extinguishing, like an old-fashioned camera, using the flash to freeze the strange picture-the guard in uniform lying on the table motionless , a swarthy scarab whizzed across the back of his head, disappearing into a mess of curly hair.

Outside the duty room, a black shadow like a god of death passed through silently under the light of the street lamp.It drifted toward the villa number 44.Floating clouds flow under the moonlight, and the sleepy villas with lights off are like dead coffins under the night.It came to Villa No. 44, pushed the door lightly, but opened it easily.

The door is not locked.

The black shadow hesitated for a moment, then sneaked in cautiously, and then the figure fell into the darkness of the house.

Where is Cheng Yuhao?

The black shadow pondered quietly, his chest heaving slightly.The surroundings were silent, and occasionally the insects outside the window rang softly in its ears.It saw half an inch of light leaking from the room on the second floor.People, it seems there.

Thinking this way, its footsteps gradually approached the stairs.

Just as it climbed up, suddenly, another black figure came out from nowhere, appeared behind it, and held up a stick-shaped object high up.It suddenly realized and turned around, but it was too late.A sap hit it head-on on the forehead, it suddenly felt dizzy, the soles of its feet were unstable, it slammed into the handrail, and then fell to the ground without a sound like a soft meat worm.

Suddenly a flashlight flashed in the darkness, aiming at its face.The assailant sneered triumphantly.

"Hmph, it really is you."

In the circle of light is the face of a man in his fifties.He is wearing a thin gray hooded jacket. Although his outline has been through vicissitudes of life, he can vaguely see the high spirits of the year.

More than 30 years ago, people called him Xiaomeng.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Meng felt a slap in the face, and gradually regained consciousness.Because of the heavy blow to the head, there is still a strong sense of dizziness that makes people want to nausea.He tried to move his arm, only to find that his limbs were tied to the chair and could not move.Xiao Meng panicked and sat on a chair looking around.

The room was pitch black, and there was a heavy darkness that could not be dispelled before his eyes.Can't see anything, but... whose breath is throbbing in front of him!
"Who?!"

As soon as he asked, a strong light suddenly shot into his eyes, and he closed them reflexively.

"Long time no see. Is Xiaomeng safe?"

This voice...is Cheng Yuhao?
Xiao Meng squinted his eyes, and could barely distinguish a solid wood desk in front of him.The light came from the desk lamp on the desk.Behind the desk lamp, sat a familiar figure.That was Cheng Yuhao, the one who attacked him.Xiaomeng felt a chill in his heart.

"Why do you do that?" Xiaomeng asked.

Cheng Yuhao leaned forward slightly, his face was close to the edge of the desk lamp, and the light reflected the grim smile on his face, which made people frightened.That kind of demeanor seemed to see through Xiao Meng, dig out his heart, and read how many secrets he has hidden.Xiao Meng is full of confusion:

"Yuhao, we are companions!"

"Stop pretending." A trace of disgust flashed across Cheng Yuhao's face, "You are the pharaoh."

Nothing can be hidden from his eyes. The man in the gray hooded thin coat in front of him is not trustworthy.He absolutely does not accept that he is so foolishly being a lamb at the slaughter.

"Why do you think so?!" Xiao Meng was startled, and layers of cold sweat broke out on his back. "You misunderstood. I'm not a pharaoh!" He tried to explain, and his pupils, which had become a little gray due to age, showed anxiety.Cheng Yuhao only pushed back Xiaomeng's desire to communicate with a sneer:
"Do you think I'll be fooled by you?"

Cheng Yuhao stood up and approached slowly.Xiaomeng felt his hair stand on end, because the opponent held a sharp knife and pressed it against his neck suddenly.The tip of the knife was against the skin, icy cold.

"You killed Li Yunong and Gong Wenjun, right?"

"No, it's not me! We used to live and die together, how could I do that kind of thing?!" Xiao Meng argued vigorously.

"Because of the Book of Gold."

With just one sentence, Xiao Meng was stunned. "It seems that you really misunderstood." Xiaomeng patiently explained: "The Golden Book is not in my hands. The pharaoh is not me. You better calm down!"

"I don't need to calm down now!" Cheng Yuhao didn't give Xiao Meng a chance to explain. "You'd better hand over the Golden Book. I might spare your life."

"I don't even know where the Golden Book is!"

"You still refuse to say yes?!"

"I really don't!"

Arguing and arguing, to no avail. "What a pity." Cheng Yuhao slowly raised the knife in his hand, and the killing intent ran wildly in his blood. "Although I really want to get the Golden Book, I don't want to be killed by Pharaoh. Therefore, I would rather not have the Golden Book than your life!"

"Wait...wait a minute!"

The rest of Xiaomeng's words were stuck in his throat, and a cold light flashed across, and Xiaomeng's whole body twitched violently.The knife went into his stomach.The gurgling blood gushed out, overflowed the handle of the knife and Cheng Yuhao's hand, and dripped on the floor.

Bang Dang——As the chair fell to the ground, Xiao Meng closed his eyes in bursts of pain.

"You go to hell with your precious golden book."

The dagger was indifferently withdrawn from Xiaomeng's body, and Cheng Yuhao quietly took a look at the motionless corpse before turning around and taking out the prepared sack.Taking advantage of the night, he threw the sack containing the body into the trunk, and then drove the car out of the villa area.The car was driving on the empty late-night road, and the wind poured in through the window, drying the cold sweat on his head.The city in the middle of the night has stopped the hustle and bustle, and everything is quiet.

Cheng Yuhao's heart was pounding.All the past was playing in his mind, and he remembered the days in the desert, and Xiaomeng's simple and honest smile.However, everything changed.Hot water slid down his cheeks.

He didn't mean it that way.It's just that Pharaoh didn't want to let him go, and he must kill him.All this is to protect yourself, to protect yourself!
These turbulent emotions dissipate as they get closer to the sea.Cheng Yuhao slowly drove the car into a small road by the sea, and then stopped.

Be it greed, killing, or cursing.Now, it's finally over.

Cheng Yuhao quietly watched the sack gradually submerged by the icy river.Those fears accumulated in my heart for more than thirty years seemed to drift away with the sack.After tonight, he is still his best-selling author, and the pharaoh is a distant legend.

Completely relieved...Cheng Yuhao closed his eyes, stood by the bridge and let the tears flow freely for a while.

From now on, no one will hunt him down again.

As for the golden book, let it disappear from the world with the death of the pharaoh.

The headlights of the car came on in the boundless darkness, and they roared home.Only the half-floating, half-sunken sack remained, flowing to the mouth of the sea.

Suddenly—a hand was stretched out from the sack, piercing through the icy sea!

It was night, and the seaside villa was peaceful, as if nothing had happened.Two headlights passed the security room, and Cheng Yuhao's car slowly drove into the community.Finally fulfilling a wish, he began to feel sleepy after putting down his guard.

He could finally sleep peacefully.

After parking the car, leaving the garage, and hurried back to the door of the house, there was a sudden "creaking" sound from the soles of the feet.Like stepping on something.Cheng Yuhao moved his foot away and saw a black bug being crushed flat. The rotting flesh and internal organs seemed to draw a huge death terminator on the ground.

Can't tell what kind of bug it is.Cheng Yuhao opened the door and entered the room without paying attention.He is so tired, this tossing night, I really hope to sleep until dawn.

Hey, what's the sound?
Cheng Yuhao stopped.He heard it, and there was a "rustling" sound behind him.It is getting closer and closer, and it is becoming more and more majestic, like a thousand troops and horses, rushing in like a tide.His scalp was numb, and this sound brought back the terrible memories that had been buried in the dust for more than thirty years.The thin drowsiness was expelled from the body, replaced by the fear that permeated the whole body.

That's right, he couldn't forget that in the tomb passage, the overwhelming rustling sound filled the entire tomb.

(End of this chapter)