Chapter 557

Sidi island and St. Louis Island lie quietly in the Seine river like two leaves. Cruise ships and speedboats drive slowly across the river like reptiles and ants near the leaves. When passing through Xiti Island, tourists always pay attention to the magnificent Gothic church on the island. Unfortunately, people can no longer see the once towering landmark spire.

In the closed Notre Dame block, several construction experts are pointing with drawings in their hands, and workers are busy sorting out building materials.

The French, known for their procrastination, finally officially started the restoration project of Notre Dame. When the fire broke out, Paris was still in spring, and at this time it was the north wind.

A worker in a black windbreaker and cloak bent down and walked alone in the waste dump area. The worker carrying large logs shouted to him, "Hey, brother, look at your dress. You're also an assassin's Creed fan."

Another worker said, "Oh, Assassin's creed, leap of faith! I know. The spire of Notre Dame probably jumped down like this, but it's off! Ha ha..."

The "Assassin" with a cloak ignored them and still walked slowly in the waste dump, sometimes stopping, as if looking for something.

"Hey, those are all broken materials falling from the spire. They have been counted and numbered. Don't worry. Go there to help!" the worker nearby reminded.

The assassin still walked quietly with his head down. Suddenly he seemed to find something. He stepped down and squatted down. A gust of wind blew and lifted his cloak, revealing a slightly sparse but conspicuous reddish brown hair.

He picked up something from the ground, covered his head with his cloak, hung his face and hurried to the side door.

A few days later, construction experts and cultural relics experts came to count the waste again to determine which can still be used in the repair process and which must be replaced with new materials. However, when they counted the fragments of the tower tip, they found that the material No. 0371 was missing.

"It must have been stolen by the assassin!" said a worker.

"What assassin?"

"Oh, that guy is wearing a windbreaker and a cloak. He's like Yano Dorian in the assassin's Creed. He's a strange guy."

Another worker added, "I thought he came to work like us. He turned out to be a thief and didn't know how to get in. Oh, by the way, he has red hair. That kind of red hair is rare. The police will find him."

The expert asked, "what is material 0371?"

The worker in charge of material registration said: "it's a thin red wood strip less than 30cm long. It should be used for horizontal connection between the supporting wood at the base of the tower tip, but different from other wood..."

The expert waved his hand, "let it go with such a small connecting wood. Anyway, these things are basically useless after being burned. It is estimated that some devout believer picked it up and worshipped it."

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Although it is cold on the northern continent, the winter in Egypt is still warm.

Khan Khalili market in the old city of Cairo, dozens of ancient alleys are crowded with tourists, choosing their favorite goods in a wide range of shops. It is the largest market in the Middle East and the most famous characteristic commodity block in the world.

Hawking voices mixed with various accents come and go, and Chinese brands such as "come in and have a look" and "cabbage price" can be seen everywhere.

The Asian lady in a hat was bargaining with half Chinese and half English words. When she was in a hurry, she stretched out her fingers, while the old Arab man in a headscarf shook his head like a rattle. I finally bought the ancient and mysterious hand gift and held it in my hand with joy. Suddenly, I found a line of English printed in the inconspicuous place in the label: made in China

The Japanese tourist on the other side took a fancy to a piece of papyrus painting and had negotiated the price. He took out 100 Egyptian pounds from his wallet. The bearded boss on the other side was quick eyed and quick. He quickly took out two large Egyptian pounds from the Japanese tourist's wallet with three fingers and shouted, "you heard wrong, you heard wrong, it's 200 Egyptian pounds." the papyrus painting was already in his hand, The Japanese tourist argued for a few words and found that the shopkeeper who spoke fluent English just now could only speak Arabic. Without help and language barrier, he could only admit bad luck.

Even at night, the Khan Khalili market is still bustling. The neon lights at the gate of the hookah and coffee shop reflect with the colorful lights on the road. The goods in the shops are covered with a halo, which is more mysterious and beautiful, tempting tourists to buy.

It is said that this was originally the Royal Cemetery of the Fatimid dynasty. At the end of the 12th century, caliph Adid, the last ruler of the Fatimid dynasty, was overthrown by his minister Saladin's praetorian guards, and the dynasty fell from then on. Two hundred years later, their cemetery was also destroyed and transformed into an inn. The word "Khan" means an inn in Persian.

The ancient and mysterious Khan Khalili market remains in people's hearts today. People are not surprised to see people in black and cloaks walking through the night.

Howard wore such a black suit and his cloak covered his face. He pretended to walk casually through the alley of Khan Khalili market, bending down from time to time to pick up a commodity and have a look. On the side of the steps at the door of a shop, he saw a triangular arrow, which seemed to be drawn casually by a child with chalk. He put down the goods in his hand and went in the direction of the arrow.

In this way, I turned many corners, passed through the back street of Hussein mosque, and turned back to the busy Khan Khalili market. Howard stopped in front of a room with a closed door. There was a number 8 written in chalk on the door, but the level of the writer was not very good. The upper and lower ends of the word 8 were flat, like a child's masterpiece.

A pharaoh hound squatted at the door of the house. This kind of dog is of noble blood. Their appearance appeared in ancient Egyptian murals four thousand years ago. Not far from the dog, there was an old Arab man selling a hookah. He twisted his wrinkled face and looked at Howard.

Howard opened the door and went in. There was a long and narrow corridor with voice controlled lights on the top, but it didn't seem to work very well. It was on and off for a while. Many murals are pasted on both sides of the aisle, which imitate ancient Egyptian murals and look very mysterious in the dim light. Howard had the illusion that he had entered the ancient Pharaoh's tomb.

The channel is a little long and has a less perceptible arc. After a period of advance, a door appeared. The door was a room, then a staircase. After climbing the stairs, there was an arc passage, and then he arrived at his destination - the secret stronghold of his dream in Cairo.

Howard left Amsterdam at the same time as Huang Liang. Huang Liang went to North America and he came to Cairo. He doesn't know what task Huang Liang has to go to North America. Anyway, the second leader will make specific arrangements. This Chinese will be a very important member of the organization in the future. Howard is very happy that his former men can be favored by the second leader. He is not worried that Huang Liang will surpass himself, because the organization still has strict discipline and system. He is the elder and backbone of the organization. Like this important gathering today, only a few people can come.

Howard is very excited because today he will meet the most mysterious and important person in the organization, whose status even exceeds that of the leader - the legendary person who inherits their racial memory - the ancestor!

Howard took off his cloak and greeted the others who had arrived. He knows most of these people and is the head of the organization in various regions. He was a little surprised that he didn't see the second leader. It is reasonable to say that the second leader is bound to be present when summoned by the left ancestor.

Before long, the side door of the room slammed open and a man came out. Like Howard, the man wore a dark windbreaker with a cloak, folded his hands on his chest into a cross x, and the wide cloak covered his whole face. He walked slowly into the room, his feet so light that there was no sound. However, the air in the room seemed to freeze in an instant, suffocating people.

Howard felt as if he had been strangled by his throat, unable to breathe and unable to struggle. It made him feel like he hadn't seen him for a long time. Yes, he hasn't been haunted by nightmares for a long time. He determined that the person in front of him was the left ancestor. In addition to the left ancestor, who could have such a powerful spiritual power!

Yi Zu stood in front of them, bowed his head, slowly stretched out his hand, and his fingers were like dry branches. He turned his hands back gently and lifted his cloak from his head.

Howard saw the ancestral face - it was a zombie thin face, with tight muscle fibers clearly visible, but its surface was covered with translucent thin new skin and spidery red capillaries. His cheeks sank in and his eyes were blurred, sometimes like two deep black holes and sometimes a little white.