Chapter 8 Chapter 8: A Deadly Poison That Instantly Dies

This is a single room only four meters square, with only one bed, one table, and one chair inside, just like the smallest unit in an ordinary apartment building on Hong Kong Island. Ruthlessly leaning on the head of the bed, holding a notebook in his hand, he was writing something quickly.From the waist down, she was tightly covered with a grass-green military blanket. "Is the foot injury better?" I slowed down my voice to the softest point, because she is not only a patient, but also Tang Qiang's younger sister. "Fortunately, thank you Mr. Shen for your concern." Her attitude was very polite.

I sat down in front of the bed and saw a topographic map with complex routes drawn in her notebook. Many places were marked with heavy step lines, which should correspond to large sections of stairs with twists and turns. "My brother has been missing for many days. I have no choice but to use my memory to describe the terrain of the ghost tomb he said before. Now, what puzzles me the most is that the situation in the tunnel is very different from what he said. Is it Will the internal situation of the ghost tomb I heard change?" She handed over the notebook. It was a grand five-story building, flat and wide, but not in the architectural style of the Arab region.

"This is not a ghost tomb. If the place Tang Qiang visited looks like this on the painting, then there must be some confusion. Wu Qing, please recall carefully, the weird man who invited Tang Qiang and Leng Qi to rob the tomb said Is this the place in the painting?" My mind suddenly became confused, because what she drew was a fairly normal-looking above-ground building, not an underground tomb buried in the desert. I quickly cleared my thoughts in my mind: "Tang Qiang went deep into the desert in order to obtain the seal of King Solomon under the ghost tomb for that mysterious person. He and Leng Qi were indeed unknown because of the ghost tomb. Now Leng Qi is missing, and he is probably trapped under the ghost tomb. On the other hand, the special guard group and the Republican Guard division under the Red Dragon are all hiding in the ghost tomb through secret passages. The second, third, and fourth floors are waiting for the Jedi to counterattack. The biggest possibility is that Tang Qiang and the Iraqis entered different parts of the ghost tomb."

Since the third and fourth floors can accommodate thousands of soldiers, is it possible that the Iraqis still have a special space that has not been discovered?For example, the fifth floor of the ghost tomb that Fang Xing and I have been discussing?Where does Tang Qiang's robbery hole lead to? Did it go directly to the fifth floor? In the hallucination, Tang Qiang once mentioned the name of "Five Layers of Ghost Tower". Could it be that this was painted by Wu Qing? "Mr. Shen, my brother said that the mysterious person pointed out that the seal of King Solomon is on the cornice of the five-fold ghost building. My brother has entered more than sixty ancient tombs, but he has never encountered a building in the tomb. So, even with all his imagination, he couldn't construct the scene there in his mind—" Wuqing added the four small characters "Five Layers of Ghost Building" on the side of the picture, biting one end of the pen, Frown pensively.

The number of "sixty ancient tombs" was listed by Tang Qiang in a relatively modest situation.In fact, since his debut, he has successfully entered between 150 and 200 ancient tombs. However, some of the tombs have already been entered by senior experts in this field, and he didn't bother to mention them. . "Wuqing, I once heard Tang Qiang's voice in hallucinations. He said that he was trapped in the 'five layers of ghost building'. You are his sister, do you have this kind of telepathy?" I don't want to because of someone's idealism Ideas cause misleading to others, and must be carefully verified again and again.

"Mr. Shen, the reason why I rushed from Hong Kong Island to the ghost tomb in Iraq was because I had that strong premonition. However, after actually entering here, the feeling disappeared. I tried to dial his satellite The phone is completely blind, and after I also fell into the ancient well, my own phone has no communication signal." She rummaged in her pocket, took out a black satellite phone, and threw it on the table. I suddenly felt terrified. The men of Nanjia and Lancona are hiding here, and the use of radio equipment is strictly prohibited.I even suspect that they have abandoned all the equipment that may generate communication signals outside the ancient tomb, completely eliminating hidden dangers.Could a ruthless satellite phone be a signpost for US search forces?

An inadvertent move will affect the lives and deaths of thousands of people. In this situation, a few gas bombs thrown down may take the lives of a large number of Iraqi soldiers in an instant. "Don't call again, it will bring disaster to people here." I turned off the phone for her and took off the battery part. Ruthlessly watching me do all this, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Shen, you are so thoughtful and careful, you even take such trivial matters into consideration. Compared with you, my brother is so careless. In fact, Leng Qi I often remind him that he must be careful, careful and careful, but he still can't get rid of the habit of carelessness."

A corner of the army blanket was lifted, and I covered her again, checking the tightness of the plaster.The three of us are in the Iraqis' lair, and we are ready to fight and run away at any time. If her foot injury recovers too slowly, it will undoubtedly become a burden for Fang Xing and me. Ruthlessly and shyly shrank his feet, and blushed embarrassingly: "Mr. Shen, my injury has healed a lot, thank you for saving me from that dangerous situation, and carrying me all the way into here." When she confronted Fang Xing with two guns on Hong Kong Island, she revealed the brutal and rough side of her character.In fact, every girl who ventures into the rivers and lakes alone has to be forced to build a hard protective shell for herself. This is true for Wuqing, and so is Fang Xing.When they return to their loved ones, this layer of disguise is unknowingly handed over, and the girl's tender and shy side is restored.

I tore off that picture from my notebook and was going to discuss it with Fang Xing. The blush on the ruthless face receded, and he tore off another piece of paper from the back of the notebook: "Mr. Shen, here is my brother's account number and password in Swiss Bank. If I can't find him, I don't want to go out, and I will keep it forever." Under the ghost tomb." I was stunned for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed about such a heavy trust.Tang Qiang was obsessed with robbing tombs. Over the years, he had made a lot of money from robbing tombs, and his deposits in the bank were at least over 100 million.

"Please keep it for me, Mr. Shen, you are my brother's most trusted friend and my most trusted friend. Or, one day when my brother and I go out at the same time, you will return it to us." He begged ruthlessly and tactfully. I smiled wryly, folded up the piece of paper, and put it in my pocket. When I went out, I could feel that Wuqing was staring at my back attentively, with a scorching temperature in his gaze. "For this great trust, I have to do my best to rescue Tang Qiang, otherwise, I will not be able to feel at ease in this life." Standing in the empty corridor, I looked up and let out all the depression in my heart. come out.

Kalai's loss of mental control gave me some inspiration. According to Nanjia, the same weird incidents have always happened among the guards living on the fourth floor.It seems that it is really necessary to thoroughly investigate all the spaces on the fourth floor, and start from there to find the origin of the strange things. I knocked on Fang Xing's door, and she almost answered the door with an incomprehensible smile on her face. "Miss Fang, I found some new information, please take a look." I raised the picture in my hand, but she was standing at the door, and she didn't intend to invite me in immediately. "Is it the masterpiece of Miss Ruthless?" Her tone was very strange. I nodded, and she suddenly smiled coldly: "Mr. Shen, have you noticed that Miss Ruthless's injury is a little different? Like you said, she fell into a trap chasing a black cat, and both ankles Both of them were seriously injured, and they should be limited in mobility now, and can only rely on a wheelchair. However, I used a micro-surveillance probe to observe that she was pacing lightly in the room, and when there was a slight movement at the door, a stride flashed Go to the door, and then fly backwards onto the bed with the lightness kung fu technique of 'Slim Chest and Twisting Clouds'." I have seen Fang Xing's surveillance skills as early as when she was on Hong Kong Island. I never imagined that she would carry these tiny devices with her wherever she went. "Slim chest and clever turning over the clouds" is an action that requires the four parts of the toe, ankle, knee, and lumbar spine to coordinate and exert force at the same time. Normally, Wuqing can do it easily, but now her ankle is seriously injured and her toes cannot exert force. , which cannot be done anyway. "You mean, she's cheating?" I frowned and asked back, an atmosphere of rigid confrontation spread between me and Fang Xing. "What do you think?" She paid no attention to my doubts. I checked Ruthless' ankle, and it was indeed badly contused, with the two main tendons swollen badly.If it is ruthless, what is it for? "Mr. Shen, you are a smart person. Do you have a vague feeling that someone in the dark is controlling the development of the whole incident? The death of Mai Yi and others, the appearance of the black stone, the poisoning of the living Buddha, the Tang gun and the ruthless They disappeared one after another, and even the successive provocative actions of the Sakhanna sect seemed to be worn by an invisible thread, and one end of the thread pointed to this ghost tomb in the desert. Simply put, someone wants us to enter the ghost tomb, It set up a series of emergencies, laying a clear passage for us in a huge maze. And you and I, like the smartest mice in the scientist's cage, walked along the cheese crumbs, Arrived at what seemed to be the end." Fang Xing's words were calm and sharp, which shocked me a lot. "We, like two pawns on a chessboard, are being slowly driven towards an unknown destination. Mr. Shen, the most important thing we need to find out right now is whether the destination is Shengtian or Juegu? Don't worry about it anymore. Entangled in the illusory friendship, understand?" She raised her right hand, like holding a flower in her hand, and played it lightly three times in front of my eyes. That is the authentic Buddhist martial art "Finger Finger". Whenever a wise and profound Buddhist master needs to enlighten his disciples, he will use this technique. I was silent for a few minutes, and finally nodded heavily to Fang Xing: "I agree with your point of view, if the mice have been placed on the conveyor belt that is about to start, how can they react, but just stand still and wait to escape It's just an opportunity." Fang Xing took a step back, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled a little bit ashamedly: "Mr. Shen, when you are not talking, you force me to hardly breathe. Thank you, thank you for accepting my point of view, enough Proof that we were meant to be friends in the same trenches." I stepped through the door, my underwear soaked in cold sweat. Ever since Liang Ju died mysteriously, I had the feeling Fang Xing just mentioned. In the next few days, I often woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, feeling that someone was spying on me coldly outside the window.I am a doctor, so I naturally know how to prescribe some calming herbs to drink, but I can't explain the reason for my panic at all. Too many accidental events were connected together, and an "inevitable" chain immediately appeared. Whether I was "voluntary" or "forced", the inevitable terminal would be the ancient tomb of Iraq. Fang Xing's bed was covered with two gray military maps, and a 12 times military magnifying glass was thrown beside him.The room was filled with a choking smell of smoke, and there were long and short cigarette butts scattered all over the floor, which made me frown. "I'm sorry, every time I feel nervous, I use cigarettes to relieve my mood. This time the situation is very bad. I smoked out the two boxes of Marlboro, and my heart is still full of pressure and I can't release it." Sit on the armchair. Every page of the military map is covered with a black stamp of "Top Secret". It is believed that without the special status of "Liaison Officer", Lancona would not obediently send her the information.The two pages she was observing were the direction of the river near the ghost tomb.One was drawn in 2005, and the other is from a long time ago, dated April 1988. "We have to find the fifth floor of the ghost tomb—I'm using the changes in the terrain around the ghost tomb in the past two decades to infer whether there is an underground river. According to the basic principles of underground architecture, it is impossible for buildings to cut off the dark river. Build enough water passages to allow the river to pass through the building. Especially in desert areas, if you violate this architectural law, the result must be that the bottom foundation of the building is emptied by the underground river, which directly leads to serious dislocation of the gravity wall. …I’m sorry Mr. Shen, I’ve been too long-winded, but you should understand all these theories.” Fang Xing was a little nervous, and subconsciously grabbed the cigarette case again, but it was already empty. "I understand that many tomb robbers will use the help of underground rivers to dive into the tomb and cut through the artificial walls that form the water channel, so as to achieve the purpose of 'saving time and effort'. Tang Qiang often does this, but doing so will cause The river flooded back and destroyed a large number of archaeologically valuable things in the tomb. In the end, it was despised by formal archaeologists—in fact, it was not despised, but forced those modest gentlemen to use the most vicious slang to curse, wishing to kill all tomb robbers. Chop into meat sauce." I thought of Tang Qiang's extreme tomb-robbing methods and the resulting global archaeological sniping of tomb-robbers, and I couldn't help shaking my head and smiling wryly.There is no doubt that tomb robbers are the most terrible killers of historical relics on earth, and they will often destroy priceless tombs for an antique. Three years ago, Tang Qiang sneaked into the most famous underground sarcophagus of the Yagyu family in Hokkaido, Japan, in order to steal a famous Ukiyo-e painting with a history of 500 years.Before the painting was in hand, the water in the dark river filled the interior of the ancient tomb to the brim, almost throwing his life in it.This incident aroused the fury of the Japanese imperial family, dispatched 6,000 policemen, and wanted Tang Qiang nationwide.However, when the Japanese police roared and searched from house to house, Tang Qiang was already sitting on the underworld freighter bound for Hong Kong Island, leisurely admiring his spoils. "Someone is coming!" There was a sound of extremely hasty footsteps approaching, I quickly withdrew my sloppy thoughts, and immediately bent down to listen to the sound.The footsteps reached Fang Xing's door. Someone knocked on the door vigorously and shouted hoarsely: "Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen, come out quickly, someone is dead, someone is dead..." Fang Xing frowned: "What's going on?" I recognized that the female doctor who had hinted at me was outside the door, and immediately jumped up and opened the door. The female doctor rushed in, grabbed the clothes on my chest, stared blankly, and said in a voice like an old bellows, "Quick, quick, she just took a sip of water and then... died... ..." I grabbed her arm and rushed out, half-embracing her, in the direction she came from. The female doctor was speechless, and she was pointing forward with her right hand, turning into another slightly shorter corridor, and there was a faint smell of disinfectant in front of her.A door at the end of the corridor was open, and soft American slow rock music was playing from inside. I left the female doctor and ran to the door.A woman in white overalls fell in front of the desk, her legs curled up in pain, and her hands were clutching the clothes on her chest.Her face was facing me, showing a terrible purple-blue color, and there was a jet black bloodshot from the corner of her mouth. A paper cup lay flat on the desk, and the water in the cup had spread along the table. Fang Xing followed and massaged the female doctor's chest a few times, and she was finally able to speak normally: "Aina was talking to me, she picked up a cup and took a sip, she only said 'sore throat', and suddenly I fell down. I was terrified, so I could only run to your side. Mr. Shen, you are also a doctor, what is going on here?" I sniffed the paper cup, but there was no peculiar smell, and the spilled water was pure water. "Poisoned?" Fang Xing made a cautious judgment. Judging from the death characteristics of Aina who fell to the ground, she was indeed poisoned to death, but the water she drank was not poisonous.The second floor has a normal pipeline water supply system. Aina drinks the water flowing from the tap. If the water is suspected to be poisonous, it will involve the water source of the entire underground space. The female doctor ran out and reported to the soldiers in other rooms, and immediately someone rushed to report to Nanga and Lancona. "In extraordinary times, death is like a severe infectious disease. Once it starts, it can't stop." Fang Xing folded his arms and walked around Aina's body twice, sighing meaningfully. If the cause of death of the first deceased cannot be found out, then the same death incidents will continue one after another until it happens to everyone.At such times, panic is more terrible than the real cause of death, and it is easy to trigger a terrible mutiny.You must know that so many Iraqi soldiers are claustrophobic in the underground space, without TV news, newspapers and magazines, let alone a future worth looking forward to.When their patience approaches the breaking point, a cannibalism begins. "It's a pity that there is no laboratory equipment, otherwise a simple biopsy can at least know which kind of poison she died of." Fang Xing was surprised that I kept silent, and looked up at me, "Mr. Shen, why didn't you speak?" ?” "Perhaps, Nanjia and others would rather believe that this was an accident." I can foresee their mentality. "So, what about the truth?" Fang Xing walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, let the clear water flow, stretched out his hand to copy the water, put it under his nose and sniffed it carefully, "There is no truth, the truth will be written by historians." Not worth a penny." I looked back at the female doctor, she obediently reported her name automatically: "I am Didian." "Didion, has anything strange happened in this room recently?" I looked around the room, except for the huge medicine display cabinet against the wall, there was no place to hide outsiders in the room. "No, but once there seemed to be mice in the air-conditioning duct, which made a rustling sound, and dust fell from the vent." She pointed to the air-conditioning vent above the sink. Nanjia and Lancona rushed over with angry faces. After seeing Aina's body, they immediately ordered the guards behind them to drag it away and dispose of it properly. The middle-aged man who has experienced many battles only took a few deep breaths before he stabilized his emotions: "Miss Fang, Mr. Shen, this is just an accident, please don't make wild guesses. Jihad will definitely come, win, and end, and we Under the command of the Red Dragon, we will sweep across the Arab world and make all invaders submit to our spears and scimitars." He stared at me and Fang Xing in turn with sharp and cold eyes, as if he wanted to see through our indifferent expressions to our hearts. During the first Gulf War, Nanga led the army to fight against the US Navy SEALs in Kuwait. They encountered seven times and won seven times. Their reputation shocked the Arab world.This is also the most glorious period of his history, and the most shameful page since the establishment of the SEALs. Therefore, he is qualified to despise the combat effectiveness of the coalition forces, and is the mainstay of the militants under the Red Dragon. Fang Xing nodded: "Okay, strengthen your vigilance. If necessary, you should order to enter the first-level combat readiness. General, I believe you will be able to shoulder the heavy trust of the Red Dragon." If he is not in his position, he will not seek his own government.I don't have to say some high-sounding scene words like Fang Xing. I just smiled in agreement with Nanjia's fanatical dream and turned to leave. "Mr. Shen, please stay." Nanjia stretched out his arms to stop me, "I don't think you are very interested in the 'Trojan Horse' plan, but you must know that every combat unit that enters the ghost tomb should swear to the red dragon Allegiance. In the two Gulf Wars, we won unprecedented victories with extremely strong confidence, and dealt a head-on blow to the Americans. It is conceivable that the third war in the future will also end with the broken halberd of the Americans. In the end, I hope you can cheer up and don't let your fatigue affect the people around you." His fanaticism aroused my extreme disgust, and I immediately replied coldly: "General, I am just a doctor." "Doctor?" He pointed at Didion and sneered, "She is also a doctor, but she once drank blood wine under the banner of the presidential residence in Baghdad and swore to die for the Red Dragon." I pushed his hand away, not wanting to argue with this kind of war madman.The so-called "Victory in the Gulf War" in his words is completely self-deceiving boast.The first war ended with Iraq's defeat treaty of "submitting to the disposal of the United Nations and oil for food", and the second war ended with "Iraq unconditionally opened to the coalition forces". How can there be a "victory"? With a sound of swish, Nanjia suddenly drew the gun in his hand, and pressed it coldly on my right temple. At that moment, I could hardly bear the urge to knock him down with a punch, but Fang Xing stepped in in time, pinned Nanjia's wrist, and shouted loudly: "General, what are you going to do? He is a doctor handpicked by Red Dragon, Are you going to defy the wishes of the Red Dragon?" The atmosphere in the room was very tense, and Lancona did not step forward to persuade him, as if "sitting on a mountain and watching the tiger fight". I believe that Nanga dared not shoot, it was just a temporary vent of nervousness.At this moment, there was a small sound from the air outlet of the air conditioner, which was indeed the sound of a mouse running quickly. "Bang bang", Nanjia turned his gun and shot towards the air outlet. Two scorching bullets flew out against my hair. The mouse was startled away, and the muzzle of his gun dropped slowly, and he immediately put on a smiling face: "I was just joking with Mr. Shen, so don't be nervous." I glanced at the muzzle of the gun that was still emitting faint blue smoke, and suddenly felt that a real crisis was approaching, and it was inside the air outlet.