Surrounded by the guards, facing sharp gazes and contemptuous gazes of the royal family members behind, Tian Xiaopang seemed very calm, and he slowly raised his hand.

"Don't move, sir, please stay calm!" A guard quickly warned.

Tian Xiaopang raised his hand and grabbed the back of his head, then nodded happily at Mr. John: "Sir, you are wrong. This is what I bought at the flea market. How could it be an exhibit in your British Museum?"

"Please don't question my professionalism. This exhibit was repaired by me by myself. The crown of Pharaoh Tutankhamun, along with the famous golden mask, I remember the number, ea11536."

Researcher John is indeed an outstanding expert in identifying ancient Egyptian cultural relics. If it weren't for his personality and low emotional intelligence, this guy would have been able to make a name for himself in the British Museum.

"Scholars on the opposite side, do you know, do you dare to swear in the name of Pharaoh?" Tian Xiaopang Kaba's eyes were slapped. However, when he was saying this, his tone suddenly changed. The ancient lily was strange, with a sense of distantness and vicissitudes. No one around knew what he was talking about.

Only Mr. John, whose body suddenly trembled. He raised his hand and pointed at Tian Xiaopang: "You, you, you--"

As an expert in ancient Egypt, he seemed to have guessed something, so he asked in a trembling voice: "This Tian, ​​Mr. Tian, ​​do you speak ancient Egyptian?"

However, even experts who study this field would not deliberately learn this language that has disappeared from the long river of history, right? Haha, this should have been lost for a long time, and you can't find a teacher if you want to learn it-

"Scholars across the street, please answer my questions. It's best that we can communicate in the same language." Tian Xiaopang said something that others couldn't understand.

John was indeed a straightforward person. He shook his head and then swallowed hard and spitted: "Sorry, I can only distinguish the hieroglyphs of ancient Egypt, but I can't understand what you said."

You should know that although languages ​​and characters are often put together, they are actually two different systems. Just like the traditional Chinese characters, modern people can recognize most of them, but if they can really take the recording of the ancients' words and ask you to listen to them, it will probably be similar to listening to the heavenly books.

It’s okay if you don’t understand, Tian Xiaopang shrugged and returned to his normal language: “I thought I could communicate with knowledgeable people. Do you know how painful it is to master a language but not use it to communicate with others?”

Is it painful? I guess it's because I can't pretend to be comparing, right? But John nodded honestly, and he also felt deeply. Just like when he wrote, could he use pictograms from ancient Egypt?

"Since you can read it easily. Take a closer look at the hieroglyphs around the crown, and it is best to translate it out." Tian Xiaopang pointed at the crown.

John held the height myopia mirror on the bridge of his nose with his hand, and then he realized that there were indeed some symbols engraved in the gap between the circle of gems around the crown, but he was in a hurry just now, so he didn't pay attention.

Then, Mr. John stood there as if he was stupid, with only murmured in his mouth: "How could this happen? The crown in the museum has no words on it, how could it happen?"

Seeing Researcher John's insane appearance, the old sir couldn't help but cough a few times, trying to remind him, but unfortunately, it was not of any use.

Finally, Tian Xiaopang stretched out his hand and gently patted his shoulder: "Mr. John, now is not the time to study—"

Ah? John then came back to his senses from his little world. He bowed apologetically to Tian Xiaopang, and then began to translate the text above. He looked at each character carefully. During this period, he took out his mobile phone and looked it up for more than ten minutes.

The little monkey next to him made him feel straight: You are just like that. If the teacher asked questions in class, you would have been punished to stand in the corridor long ago!

Why do I say that? Because the little monkey has a personal experience. I also studied at Heixiazitun Village Primary School for a few days. Well, I have been punished several times.

"Dedicated to the great son of the sun, Akhenatun—" John finally translated these words with a grunt. Then he realized himself: "It was not Pharaoh Tutankhamun, but the crown of his father Akhenatun, wrong, wrong, wrong!"

Although the style of the crown is basically the same, this one with the inscription is obviously not the one that was stolen.

After finally having some clues, how could it be broken? The old jazz still didn't give up: "John, would it be coming up at the moment?"

John gave the other person a blank look: "You can try carving it, new scratches and old scratches, even the little monkey can see this."

You guy is really - the old jazz was choked. I guess if he was proficient in Chinese, he would definitely say a stone in the pit.

Mr. John respectfully put the crown on the little princess' head, and then bowed to Tian Xiaopang again: "Mr. Tian, ​​I took the liberty just now. I sincerely apologize to you, hoping to get your understanding. If possible, can I learn from you and learn the language of ancient Egypt?"

The people around were stunned. Looking at this guy's humble appearance, I guess if the little fat man nodded, this guy would definitely accept his head and bow down.

Tian Xiaopang still admires this researcher John: This is what he looks like when he is engaged in learning.

He waved his hand: "If you have any questions in the future, we can discuss and study each other. But let's forget about becoming a disciple." He felt that John could be his uncle at his age, and it was a bit bad to become an apprentice.

Although the trio of his disciples are older than him, they are considered peers after all.

John is a honest man, and he will not worship him. Anyway, he can discuss it together, so he went back and said: "Mr. Tian, ​​there are a few questions that have troubled me for a long time about the writings of ancient Egypt. I would like to ask you for advice-"

This guy is really a scholarly person, and he can't tell his eyebrows. In this Buckingham Palace, Her Majesty is still with him. What are you thinking?

"Researcher John, the museum is now counting the stolen cultural relics. It's time for you to go back to work!" The old Jazz also felt a headache: Why did I bring such a fool!

This is really a pity. John kept shook his head and exchanged contact information with Tian Xiaopang before leaving. Finally, he also sent an invitation to the little fat man: He said that an underground tomb was discovered in Egypt and asked him to provide guidance. At that time, he would invite Tian Xiaopang to go with him.

The little fat man had to agree vaguely. He thought that John was just a temporary idea, but unexpectedly, he was serious.

"Goodbye Mr. Tian, ​​we will definitely see you again." John held Tian Xiaopang's hand and couldn't bear to let go for a long time. He finally met such a fellow man, and he wanted to have a chat for three days and three nights before he could enjoy it.

How could he know that the little fat man was not a fellow fellow man with him, and he absorbed the complete memory of a pharaoh. In terms of ancient Egyptian studies, let alone being his master, he was more than enough to be his ancestor.

"Fellow Fellow John, we should leave!" The old Sir had to remind him again. He decided to fire this annoying person when he went back!

"Okay-Oh-" John suddenly screamed strangely and pulled his hand back. He saw a black beetle on the back of his hand, and the black shell on his body shined with a metallic luster in the sun.

It turned out that the black beetle was hiding in Tian Xiaopang's sleeve, and Mr. John held Tian Xiaopang's hand and refused to put it. The black beetle thought that he was going to do something bad to his master, so he came out and gave John a pliers to warn him.

It was just a warning, the Black Beetle did not kill him. Otherwise, how many left would John have on his fingers now?

Although it hurts a little when being clipped, Mr. John seemed very excited: "Oh, scarab, I didn't expect that, Mr. Tian, ​​you like scarab beetles like the ancient Egyptians. Moreover, this scarab beetle looks very smart, and it actually knows to protect you. Mr. Tian, ​​how did you domesticate it?"

Seeing that this guy had more and more problems, the old jazz couldn't bear it anymore, so he waved his hands at the two guards and dragged Mr. John away.

"Mr. Tian, ​​don't forget to give me a few scarab beetles-" Mr. John shouted while kicking his legs.

After seeing off and taking away the two uninvited guests, the atmosphere at the scene became relaxed again. Tian Xiaopang also said intimidatingly: Just now, the little monkey took out the crown, which really scared him.

So he quickly found a way to make up for it. When he took the crown and turned it around, he had quietly portrayed the hieroglyphs of ancient Egypt around the crown.

He didn't have a carving knife in his hand, so he could only use external objects to mobilize a black beetle from the jade turtle. This is his helper.

The black beetle's mouth can secrete a kind of corrosion liquid. The lines produced by it certainly look very old, and at least it is considered to be a mess, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

It's not just embarrassment, but I'm afraid I'll be ruined because of this.

In a hurry, I forgot to take back the black beetle, which was what Mr. John discovered and regarded as a scarab beetle.

Scarab, the name is very high. If you talk about the common name, you might have to laugh out loud. People call this thing "duck wool". Yes, it's the one who likes to push the dung ball, and pushes it upside down.

The reason why the ancient Egyptians worshiped shit - scarab beetles may be related to the sun god they believed in. Because according to the observations of the ancient Egyptians, the scarab beetle would move in the direction where the sun was, so they thought: This must be a gift for the sun god. In this way, the scarab beetles were slowly worshipped.

As for the movie, scarab eats people, it is purely a screenwriter's imagination, and it is not in line with the beliefs of the ancient Egyptians. I guess if they could see that mummy movie, they would definitely boycott it collectively.

However, the black beetle inside Tian Xiaopang's jade turtle is really fierce and can really eat people!

After all, he was a dangerous person, and Tian Xiaopang did not dare to stay for too long. After having lunch at Buckingham Palace, he took his little kids away.
Chapter completed!