[Mummy] Yellow sand fills the sky

After dinner, Captain Hastings and the Montsolevers retired to their rooms, leaving only Poirot to join in an interesting conversation with an anthropologist.After being forced to listen to Mrs. Otterburn's writing experience all night, Poirot returned to his room exhausted and saw the little spices on his table.

"Hastings, did Madame de Montsolefort send me this?" Poirot knocked on Hastings' door.

"Oh, yes." Hastings came out and sat down, "The spices she left behind before she left said they are soothing spices that can make you have a wonderful dream."

Poirot's expression was not quite right, and Hastings couldn't help asking, "What's the matter, didn't you have a good time tonight, I had a perfect night with the Montsoleforts, they are Perfect for being a friend."

"Don't you mention it. Mrs. Otterbein has been talking about her creative experience all evening, but that's not what worries me. It's just a small part of it. It's Miss Jacqueline Belfort who chose Dangerous The way of the world... When the ferry began our journey, she also embarked on a personal perilous path - rapids, dangerous rocks, dangerous eddies to the unpredictable... She has cut the safety line tied to you. I I doubt she will be able to turn her head now."

"Poirot, I think your nerves are too sensitive. Years of investigations have sharpened your nerves, but maybe it has also made you start to overreact." Hastings poured himself a glass of wine.

"Overreaction!" Poirot stood up and raised his voice. "You will never say such things again when the tragedy happens. They are already on the verge of a very dangerous situation. Something will happen soon. Once Nothing can be undone once it happens, Hastings."

"Poirot, you should relax a bit. Nothing has happened yet. You can sleep well tonight and light the soothing incense that Mrs. Montsolefort gave you. Then, tomorrow, you can regain your energy." Enough to stop what you think might happen." Hastings handed the sedative incense into his hand, "Good night, Poirot, have a good dream."

The next day, after visiting the temple, the "Karnak" moved forward on the water again.The scenery is no longer so steep, and the palms on both sides are swaying.The change of scenery seems to ease people's nervousness a lot.Tim regained his original interest, Rosalie was no longer so gloomy, and Lin Na seemed to relax a little.

Pennington said to her: "It seems inappropriate to discuss business with a good bride, but one or two things..."

"Oh, Uncle Andrew," Lin Na immediately said in a business tone, "my marriage has changed the situation."

"Exactly. I'll ask you to sign some papers in a few days."

"Why don't you bring it now?" Pennington glanced around the observation hall, and there was no one else in the corner where he was sitting.Most of the passengers are on the outside deck.Only Mr. Ferguson was sitting at a small table in the middle drinking beer, his legs turned up high in his dirty flannel trousers, and whistling as he sipped.And Mr. Poirot was reading a magazine intently on the seat near the window, and Miss Vatican was reading a book about Egypt in another corner.

"Okay!" Andrew Pennington said, walking out of the hall.Lin Na and Ximon looked at each other and smiled—a far-fetched smile.

"How do you feel, honey?" Simon asked.

"It's nothing, it's okay... It's strange that I'm not so nervous now."

"That's great!" Pennington came back, holding a large stack of documents in his hand.

"My God!" Lin Na exclaimed, "I signed it all?" Pennington said apologetically, "I know it's a bit embarrassing, but I want to get everything sorted out as soon as possible. First of all, the lease on the house on Fifth Street ...and then the Western Property Transfer Contract..."

As he spoke, he was busy sorting the documents.Simon yawned.

Kaya, Imerton, and Poirot sat on the chairs beside them and smiled slightly when they saw this scene, "Imerton, you also hated these documents so much when you first started, you didn't even want to read them. Now, you can do everything with ease, which is really an improvement."

Emerton smiled slightly, "Dear Kaya, this is a process, I just need a little time to understand some things, and for things related to property, although I am not very keen on money, I am absolutely It is not acceptable for someone to get it in an improper way. It is about my principles."

The door to the deck opened and Mr Finthorpe entered.He looked around aimlessly, then walked slowly to Poirot's side, looking at the blue river and the yellow sand on the bank.

At this time, Linna was insisting that she must read all the documents before signing her name, and the displeasure on Pennington's face increased.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Finthorpe, who was silent at the side, suddenly turned around and said to Lin Na: "I interrupted, but I want to say that I really appreciate your ability to handle business. From my professional observation—— I'm a lawyer—I find that women are usually very flippant when dealing with business, and there are not many who can read the content every time they sign." He bowed slightly, then turned his head shyly, and continued to study the banks of the Nile.

Lina said uncomfortably, "Oh, thank you for your compliment..." She bit her lip to hold back her smile.The young man was so unreasonably serious just now.Pennington was clearly unhappy.Simon Doyle didn't know whether to laugh or get angry.Finthorpe's ears were flushed.Then, at Simon's suggestion, the three of them went out, leaving the rest of the papers until tomorrow.

Kaiya took a sip of the black tea and frowned slightly, "Egypt is not a place suitable for black tea, I always feel a little strange to drink it here. It has also begun to change beyond recognition, I just hope that the evil consequences of this change will be less Some. How many disasters does this land need to go through?"

"It won't be long." Poirot was very understanding. "Everything is moving in a good direction, and it will definitely get better."

"I can only hope so now. I just hope that what I get in the future can make up for what I lost now. It's like those temples. Ten years ago, they were far more magnificent than they are now, but there are too many thieves, and The so-called explorers, the Egyptian government has not played an important role in them, they have been declining, this is an irreparable thing, and they will not come back." Imerton patted Kai reassuringly Ya's hand.

He went on to say: "I don't know what you think about the protection of cultural relics, but my opinion is that it is best to put them in place without moving them. Put them in so-called museums no matter what stage the technology develops. It’s not as good as putting it in the same place as the temple. However, this is an era when beliefs have disappeared. Even the priests in the temple have disappeared. What can be left? The Egyptians are gradually losing their own religion. This is A kind of sadness. So..."

So, they left, this is no longer their hometown, and finally, Imerton said sincerely: "Mr. Poirot, don't give up your national traditions and characteristics. When these things are gone, you and others What is the difference between a nation, this is the real disappearance of a nation.”

Kaya handed Imerton a cup of tea, and raised the volume slightly, "Stop talking about these boring topics, Imerton is always like this, he has his own views on politics, come on, let's talk Look, passengers on this ship, I found an interesting fact. First, starting with Mr. Pennington, I think he must have done something wrong to Mrs. Doyle, such as misappropriating her property or something So, he doesn't want to lose his right to control her property. His behavior just now is too unsuitable for a property trustee."

"I also think his behavior is inappropriate. My agent has always been quite polite to me. This has to do with the large salary I pay him every year. Another reason is that I always have a long waiting list." Imerton didn't quite understand why Mrs. Doyle had to take that man's mood into consideration.

"He is Mrs. Doyle's only elder. Age always has a little influence." Poirot explained, "However, it seems that the relationship between them is not far from breaking down."

Kaiya continued to drink the black tea, "So, she put down too much power to feed a wolf, once she wanted to reduce the amount of feeding, the wolf had grown strong enough to kill her, Mrs. Doyle's situation is really It is not optimistic.”

"Don't you always hate this kind of squeamish lady who steals other people's things?" Imerton asked, "I thought you were quite sympathetic to what happened to that Miss Belfort."

"She doesn't need sympathy. She is steel and has been tempered. She will get back what she has lost. The last thing this kind of woman needs is sympathy, and it is difficult for you to change her mind. However, in Apart from us, the only people on this ship who Mrs. Doyle is not sorry for are Mr. Doyle and Mr. Pennington. I hope they will not disappoint her trust and love. Otherwise, she is really..."

"I have nothing but money." Poirot continued her words, "This is a kind of luck in the eyes of others, but it is not necessarily the case for Mrs. Doyle."

"And those who want to get property will turn into vicious killers and take her life cold-bloodedly. This is really a dangerous journey. Mr. Poirot, I think you'd better get ready now." Kay Ya looked at the kind people who were still talking and laughing, frowned and said: "I can feel that they are full of malice towards Mrs. Doyle, it's just a difference. Whenever I think of this, I am satisfied with my success as a human being, and almost no one will judge me with malice."