Zhang Zian looked at the six people, other than Peter Lee, and felt that there was a huge gap in the strength of the two teams. There were all kinds of professions in the other team, and they could be literate and martial artists. His expedition team … was basically old, weak, sick, and disabled.
What he couldn't understand was how these people, who were skilled in all kinds of professions, could be addicted to Peter Lee's nonsense and choose to join the Cosmological Information Society.
But it was hard to say. There was a time in the China continent when everyone practiced Qigong. Everyone from 99 years old to those who had just learned to walk ran to the square near their homes to follow masters and leaders who came out of nowhere. They practiced all kinds of Qigong that could cure all kinds of diseases. There were many who went bankrupt because of this. There were even scientists and newspapers from the party and government organs who helped to promote it.
The past was still fresh in his mind. Compared to this, Peter Lee and the others could only be considered small.
"So, I will call you by the profession of these pilgrims?" Zhang Zian glanced at them and asked.
Peter Lee laughed. "That's good. Otherwise, it would be hard to remember names, wouldn't it? Like the priest, that Spaniard, his name is very long. Even I can't remember it after spending so much time with him. "
"That's good. I will convey it to Professor Wei Kang."
Zhang Zian agreed. Anyway, names were just code names, and it was as Peter Lee said. It was quite brain-consuming to remember the names of six strangers in different languages and match them to their faces. It was better to just call them by their professions.
"So you also want to find Guangyin Tomb in the desert?" he asked again.
Peter Lee ignored the teasing in his tone and replied seriously, "We have considered it. If the sheepskin map is real, the pyramid must belong to an incredible pharaoh. That is the only way to spend a lot of manpower and resources to build a pyramid in the depths of the desert. The purpose must be to hide some secret."
Peter Lee quickly glanced around and said in a low voice, "To tell you the truth, we have done an age identification on the sheepskin map. From the results, it should be from the middle and late Ptolemaic Dynasty to the early Roman Empire. During this time, there should be only a handful of people who have the ability and determination to advocate ancient Egyptian culture, mathematics, and architecture … "
Zhang Zian remained calm and collected, trying his best to hide the shock in his heart.
If Peter Lee wasn't talking nonsense, then there was only one candidate for the construction of the pyramid, and that was Cleopatra VII. It was impossible for anyone else to meet those conditions at the same time.
Zhang Zian's attention was focused on Peter Lee and the other six people. He didn't notice that Fina's ears moved. She quietly took a few steps closer, her green eyes staring at Peter Lee.
"You mean Cleopatra? That's impossible. Why would she build a pyramid there? "Zhang Zian questioned.
Peter shook his head. "No one can explain her motives. We are inclined to think that it is the gathering point of the universe's pure energy. She chose it after some calculations."
Zhang Zian was speechless. It was like a chicken talking to a duck.
"I know you don't quite believe it, but in fact, the stories that have been passed down may not be more reliable than our reasons." Peter Lee guessed his thoughts. "People's impression of that period of history comes from Plutarch's Biographies of Greece and Rome, but Plutarch was born more than a hundred years later than Cleopatra. This book is more like a literary work than a history. For example, the secret meeting between Cleopatra and Caesar should be extremely secretive. How did Plutarch know about it? It's like Sima Qian recorded a lot of conversations that only happened between two people, and the two people who talked to each other would never leak it out. How did Sima Qian know about it? It's nothing more than a deduction of the process, plus his own fabrication based on the character's personality. "
Zhang Zian couldn't refute that, because the so-called history was similar to this. Even if it was an official history, it inevitably filled in a lot of the author's imagination. Otherwise, who would know the specific content of the conspiracy between the two people thousands of years ago? Even if they knew the content, it was impossible to record the original words. The author of the history book was a person, not a god.
"After Cleopatra and Anthony got married, Anthony gave her the Roman colony of Libya as a gift to please the beauty. So, as a scholar, she had the ability to build a pyramid there. It's just not clear if she had the time to finish it before she died … It shouldn't be difficult to keep a big project deep in the desert a secret." Peter Lee smiled easily. "Besides, it's just a wasted trip. There's no loss in going into the desert for sightseeing."
Zhang Zian nodded. Peter Lee had come prepared. He had done more homework than him. His words seemed to be groundless, but it was not easy to find loopholes.
"I wanted to ask before, brother. Did you raise this cat and dog? Are you planning to bring them into the desert? "Peter Lee asked, pointing to Fina and Famous. As for the other invisible elfins, he couldn't see them.
"Well, this has something to do with our scientific research," Zhang Zian answered, avoiding the question.
Peter Lee nodded and did not ask any more questions. "Okay, as long as we have spare time, we will fully support your scientific research. After all, we are going into the desert to study the pure energy of the universe. Strictly speaking, we should be in the same field."
Zhang Zian was speechless. How shameless!
"Then we will go first and meet at the Bedouin tribe at noon. How about that?" Peter Lee motioned for the others to return to the car.
Zhang Zian estimated that Professor Wei Kang and the others would arrive before noon, so he agreed.
Peter Lee whistled, and the group left Siwa. The smoke and dust they kicked up did not dissipate for a long time.
"Let's go back to the hotel. Before Professor Wei Kang and the others arrive, we should be able to rest for a few hours. We won't be able to sleep on such a comfortable bed in the future," Zhang Zian suggested.
Vladimir said, "It's okay! The Meow Meow Doctrine Believer is not afraid of difficulties. The sky is the blanket, the earth is the bed, the steel gun is the pillow, and the yellow sand is the canteen! "
"Gah gah! Well said! The sky is the blanket, the earth is the bed, and in the middle is a pair of wild mandarin ducks! We have to build up our confidence. Even if we encounter a situation where a man is on top of another man, we have to face the man, know the man, and push forward! "Richard landed on his shoulder, chattering non-stop. Its forehead was still swollen. It wasn't the mosquito bite, but the bump from yesterday evening.
Although it was good to cheer everyone up, Zhang Zian felt that the pronunciation of some of the words was a bit strange!
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