Chapter 555 (1/2)
”Hello, director.” Ahmed spits out the sand in his mouth, answers the phone, crosses the Giza highland and quickly leaves the scenic spot.
”Where are you, Ahmed?”
”I'm... On my way to helgada.”
”Haven't you gone far?”
”Sorry, chief, I've gone far.” Ahmed stood by the road and watched the military police in the distance begin to block the scene. ”I've got on the highway and will be in helgada in about four hours.”
”Your boy walks so fast!”
”Hey, hey, I'm not quite right. Don't tell me that the vacation is cancelled. The hotel I booked is a special room and can't be returned.”
”The vacation is cancelled, brother.”
”Oh, shit! I don't want to be your brother. I don't support 996. I just want a poor holiday, and I really can't come back on the way.”
”No, no! Even if you take off your pants and parade on the street, you have to come back!” the director was obviously a little angry.
”That's really big news - the best police detectives in Cairo run naked on the street on the day of dust storm!” Ahmed went out and killed him. He didn't want to go to the pyramid again. ”I don't think you want to see such news, especially the police chief in Cairo running naked on the streets of helgada!”
“Shit！”
Ahmed heard the director scold in English and hung up his cell phone.
……
Five days later, after enjoying the Red Sea holiday, Ahmed drove back to Cairo police station from helgada. He is ready to be trained and even transferred to remote areas to manage public security. Even if he no longer wears police uniforms and returns to the mosque to serve the elderly imam, he is not willing to say more about things in the pyramid.
He tapped on the director's door.
”Ah, Ahmed, you're back just in time.” the director doesn't seem to want to break him up. ”There's a case you're just going to deal with. It's a little tricky. Others may not be able to do it.”
”What case?” Ahmed was happy to handle the case as long as it wasn't about the pyramid.
”Professor Alef is dead,” said the director.
Ahmed's heart sank. He was really afraid of everything.
”But five days have passed. Hasn't the case been handled yet?” he said.
”Five days?” the director was stunned. ”Oh, no, no, he died yesterday. The body is still parked in the forensic room.”
”Yesterday?” it was Ahmed's turn to be surprised. ”What's going on? Didn't professor Alef go to the pyramid?”
”You know that? Your news is really well informed!” said the director happily. ”I don't forget to care about Cairo during my vacation in helgada. Good job, Ahmed!”
Ahmed knew he had lost his tongue. He didn't want people to know that he had been to the pyramid with Professor Alef, whether it was a dream, cursed by the Pharaoh, or through time and space.
He coughed awkwardly twice and said with a smile, ”ah, yes, share the worries for the director! Well... Nothing happened on the day of the dust storm?”