The magic is not handled well, this is the first time I write it, so please forgive me if there is any unreasonableness. Someone said that the bug in the book review area will correct it. Please collect and support it.

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Dongdongdongdongdong.

Jock opened the door and saw Clark he met yesterday and was surprised and said, "Clark? How do you know I live here?"

Clark tried his best to show that he was fine and said, "You said something unintentionally yesterday, maybe you forgot it yourself." He thought to himself, if I hadn't gone to the police station to check it out, I wouldn't have known that you lived here.

"Please come in, please come in."

The place where Jock lives is like a doghouse, with dirty clothes and instant noodle buckets thrown away after eating. This is the first time that Clark has seen such a "characteristic" college student. The places where he lived in the past were clean.

"It's just a little dirty, just get used to it."

Is this a bit dirty problem? Clark feels that he lives in better places than him, but he has to ask for it, so he is not convenient to care about it.

Clark spoke: "Museum..."

"Oh, you mean the museum. It is said that there was a security guard in Maris inside disappeared. The police intervened in the investigation and finally found that Maris was missing near the cursed sarcophagus. There was only one walkie-talkie at the scene. Then another security guard disappeared last night. The police speculated that he might have been killed."

Jock was like a safe mouth gun, unable to stop. Clark could barely hear what Jock was saying. Jock, who was not astonishingly, spoke so quickly. The world was so big. Jock talked for a long time before he remembered why Clark talked about the museum.

"Why talk about museums?"

Finally it was his turn to speak. Clark took advantage of the fact that Jock's mouth cannon mode had not yet been fully activated and hurriedly said: "I want to know the cursed sarcophagus in the museum."

"Man, you're looking for me right. I have some evidence here that the owner of the cursed sarcophagus may be a guard next to a pharaoh who has never been mentioned in history."

When talking about the sarcophagus, Jock seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. He stood up and took Clark's hand and walked quickly into the room next to him. There were many books about Egyptian pharaohs in the room. It seemed that Jock had also spent a lot of energy to study the curse of the sarcophagus and borrowed a large number of books.

"The sarcophagus dates back to 100 to 80 BC. At that time, the Ptolemaic dynasty ruled Egypt, and the ruler was Ptolemaic XI." Chock talked: "Ptolemaic XI reigned for a short time, which was related to his killing of his wife. In history, in order to inherit the throne, he married the widow of the previous king and then killed her. Egypt at that time did not agree with this ungrateful practice, so he was killed in the later uprising."

"You mean the cursed sarcophagus belonged to Ptolemy XI?"

Jock shook his head and said, "No, no, no, there are very few people in the book who record Ptolemy XI. There is one thing that he is like everyone else, afraid of death."

"You talk about guards? What happened to Ptolemy XI had a guard who had never mentioned before?" Clark felt that his head was a little too short.

"Every king in ancient times dreamed of immortality. Although there were very few records of Ptolemy XI, a small paragraph recorded in detail. Ptolemy XI was afraid of death, so he asked a magic guard to go to the road to the underworld to get the immortal medicine for himself."

Clark took the book handed over by Jock, which was painted with a simple picture. A small boat carried a man from one side of the shore to the other side of the shore. No mistake, this side of the shore was Ptolemy XI, and the other side of the shore was people from the underworld.

"This was gradually declining at that time, Ptolemy XI's rule, so he urgently needed to get the immortal medicine before the end of his rule. Unfortunately, the guards came back and said they were not found."

"So this guard was executed by Ptolemy XI?"

"Execute secretly."

Things have begun to be clear. The one in the curse sarcophagus was not Ptolemy XI, the most likely one was the guard who was secretly executed. Clark asked the question: "Since the guard has arrived in the underworld, he should gain something."

"That's right, so I suspect that the guards lie. He was most likely to have obtained the immortal medicine, which was not handed over to Ptolemy XI, but to eat it for himself."

Jock lost his previous hippie smile, but instead looked like a serious professor, all he lacked was a pair of glasses: "This guard took the immortal medicine and was executed by Ptolemy XI. The guard did not expect that Ptolemy XI hated him to the core. Even after his death, he would not let the guards free his body and build a pyramid, imprisoning the guards' soul and body in the pyramid."

"It's like inside a movie."

I understand that there are probably the guards in the curse sarcophagus. The guards are executed but cannot be relieved. You can imagine how deep the resentment is. Once they are freed, they want to kill them and possess them to a powerful body to replace the possessed person.

"Is there any information about the guard?"

Since the cursed sarcophagus was not Ptolemy XI, there is no need to continue to investigate. You only need to find out the name of the executed guard and the source of his magic. Clark stood up and said, "Jok, do me a favor."

"Man, I have nothing to say, as long as I can do it," Jock promised, patting his chest.

"Help me find out the name of the guard and the source of magic."

Jock wondered, "Clark, why are you suddenly so keen on the name of the guard? Is it that you are going to see if the magic is real?"

“Yes, yes.”

Clark couldn't say that the guards had really woken up and killed two people. He could only lie and ask Jock to help him. Although he was sorry, he still had to do so.

"Leave it to me. Since it is related to Ptolemy XI, you only need to find something related to Ptolemy XI and Egyptian magic at that time."

Jock swore, but Clark didn't know if he could do it. Anyway, at this time, the blind cat hit the dead mouse. Instead of trying it, I will find out if there is a chance.

"Be careful, tell me immediately when there is news."

After leaving Jock's house, Clark recalled what Jock said, "I died in the morning, because of myself, if I chose to fight with the guards outside, it would not be affected, so on!"

I am here, my power is endless.

The more I thought about what the guard said, the more I felt that it was like the guard letting go. If the guard said it was true, as long as he stayed in the museum, the power would be inexhaustible. In other words, the museum has its source of magic, and he only needs to break the source of magic, which would be much simpler.

Clark's eyes rolled, and he thought of something, and planned to go to the museum again to find out what happened. Suddenly, he murmured alone next to him.

"It's here, the fluctuations are getting bigger and bigger..."
Chapter completed!