While Wei Ran was waiting, the Berber guide sleepily got out of the tent, and then followed Saleh into the armored pickup truck parked not far away. Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately put down the drink he had just taken.

The oatmeal followed.

At Saleh's signal, he started the car that had just stalled again, and while Edward was hesitant to speak, he drove to a flat sandy land forty or fifty meters away from the camp.

Although this unabashed defense made Mr. Edward helpless, there was nothing he could do about it.

In the armored pickup truck, Saleh also took out an old-looking satellite phone from his dirty and tattered pocket, found a set of numbers and dialed it, then handed it to the Berber.

Wizard.

After the latter took the satellite phone, he immediately opened the door and walked toward the rear of the car. Saleh also greeted Weiran to get out of the car and walked toward the front of the car.

"I just told him about your doubts."

Saleh turned his back to the direction of the camp, lit a cigarette slowly and continued, "But he doesn't know, so he has to ask their clan leader."

"Do those Berbers use satellite phones?" Weiran asked curiously after declining the other party's cigarettes.

"if not?"

Saleh glanced at Wei Ran like a fool, "Write a letter to them, put a stamp on it, and then look for a mailbox nearby?"

"Pretend I didn't say it," Wei Ranhun responded nonchalantly. He had long been accustomed to such teasing at Hongqi Forest Farm. In comparison, Saleh was already very polite.

The two of them didn't wait long before the Berber guide hung up the phone, yawned and came over, chatting with Saleh.

"His clan leader said that in the past when there were many nomadic tribes in the desert, every time there was a new moon, many merchant tribes would come here to conduct some transactions."

"Why here?" Wei Ran continued to ask.

"First of all, there is water here."

Saleh pointed to the east side of the mountain range, "There is a spring there that is not too big at first glance. On the other hand, the mountain is big enough. It can not only be used as a landmark, but also provide cover for all the camel caravans, even if they encounter

You can escape a sandstorm unscathed."

"Is it because of this?"

“Of course more than that”

Saleh communicated a few words with the guide standing next to him again, and then continued to explain, "The most important reason is that the distance from here to several large nomadic tribes at that time was almost the same, whether it was from the west of Libya

Those who traffic turquoise here from the desert, those who come from the Nile River in the east to buy turquoise and sell dried fish and cloth, or those who come from Sudan in the south to sell salt bricks and tobacco, will use this place as a place for trade.

Turnaround point.”

Before he could finish his words, the Berber guide also said something that Wei Ran couldn't understand.

Hearing this, Saleh nodded and continued, "He just said that another reason is that this place is far enough away from the oasis. Anyone who comes here to trade not only does not have to pay taxes to the people living in the oasis, but also does not have to worry about the oasis people knowing.

The source of their goods.

Of course, for this reason, there was a time when many stolen goods sales took place here. Whether it was smuggled weapons and unique items, or beautiful women captured from various places, or even stolen, robbed, or deceived goods.

All kinds of stolen goods that are difficult to sell and even some cultural relics whose authenticity is unknown will be traded here."

"Is this kind of trade between tribes still going on?" Wei Ran asked more and more curiously.

"How is that possible? This place has been abandoned a long time ago."

Saleh flicked the cigarette butt in his hand, "According to their tribal chief, there were no camel caravans coming here about 40 years ago."

This time, without waiting for Wei Ran to ask questions, he took the initiative to explain, "The reason why this place was abandoned is not only because there are fewer and fewer nomadic tribes, but also because many people died here."

"Many people died?"

Wei Ran's heart trembled, and he suddenly remembered the record in the metal book about Edward's grandfather Felix. After the war, the old Yin Coin had hired oil field guards for a long time to carry out massacres against nomadic tribes in the desert.

Revenge is coming.

"A lot of people did die"

Saleh nodded, "During a trade fair about 40 years ago, the spring on the east side of the mountain suddenly exploded. Since then, it has been gradually abandoned."

"Explosion?" Wei Ran's brows twitched.

"According to the guide's description, the explosion was very loud. It not only destroyed the spring, but also directly killed many people. Even those outside the explosion range did not escape. They were rushing

When rescuing people in the past, many fell to the ground. Some people covered their throats, some covered their eyes, and some vomited or convulsed and fell to the ground and never got up again."

"Salin?" Wei Ran asked in an almost affirmative tone.

Saleh nodded, "It should be sarin. Not only is it easy to make, it is also highly toxic and can even be easily dissolved into water."

Just listening to what Saleh said, Wei Ran was already sure that the bald old guy in front of him probably also had a lot of "cold knowledge" that was already outdated but still extremely lethal.

"Has the murderer been found?" Wei Ran asked after a moment of silence.

"No"

Saleh shook his head and said, "Not many people survived that time, and no one knows why the explosion happened. But..."

At this point, Saleh had already turned and looked in Edward's direction, and the meaning was self-evident.

"It's really a poisonous snake in the desert..."

Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh, except for Edward's grandfather Felix, he really couldn't think of any crazy person who would come to such a ghost place to poison, and the purpose was just to bomb some nomadic tribes who were making a living in the desert.

Of course, it was excessive for the camel team to strip him naked and sell him as goods, but it is undeniable that if the tribe had not discovered Felix, he would have never had a chance to leave the desert alive.

But what is that old Yin Coin doing when he doesn't focus on looking for his gold and always bullies the nomadic tribes when he has nothing to do?

Wei Ran muttered to himself, but in an instant he understood the cause and effect. I am afraid that he did not seek revenge because he was sold as goods, but wanted to find the camel team that found him in the desert.

To no avail, I did those things.

As for what to do when he found the camel team, he naturally wanted to go back to the location where he was found, because only there could he use the false direction of "29 degrees north by west" to accurately find the original location.

The buried gold.

"Victor, what are you thinking about?" Seeing Wei Ran's frown, Saleh asked curiously.

"nothing"

Wei Ran did not express his guess, but asked, "I remember that you seemed to have asked your son Soliman to give me a note."

"What does it mean?"

Saleh asked dissatisfiedly, "It's just what happened last night. Victor, are you a goldfish with only 7 seconds of memory? You don't even remember what happened last night?"

It was more than just one night for me...

Wei Ran muttered to himself and continued to ask with a normal expression, "You said Mr. Edward is very familiar with the terrain nearby?"

“Very familiar indeed”

Saleh also did not pursue the inappropriateness in Weiran's statement. He lowered his voice slightly and said, "I chatted with him for a long time yesterday. I found that he is very familiar with the terrain near the border between the two countries, and even knows the distribution of some oases around it.

This is why I just suspected that he might be related to the sarin explosion that happened here."

"This matter is not the focus of my investigation."

Wei Ran waved his hand and did not delve deeper into the matter, "Okay, I should go back and continue having breakfast, and chat with Mr. Edward by the way."

"One more thing," Saleh called Wei Ran with a smile.

"What's going on?" Wei Ran stopped in confusion.

"When we go back, you have to send those two little foxes back to them."

Saleh said dumbfounded, "Those two little guys are the pets of the tribe leader's youngest grandson. When we were guests in their camp, the little guy put his pets in your car."

"Isn't it a gift for me?" Wei Ran asked in shock.

"They have never given me a gift, how could they give you a gift?"

Saleh said impatiently, "Anyway, just remember to send them back when the time comes. The grandson of the old patriarch has been crying all day. Our guide said that if we don't send those two little foxes back,

If we go back, their clan leader might have a heart attack."

"Berber children are also careless..."

Wei Ran grinned and said as he walked to the car, "Then send them back, but I don't care about taking care of those two little things these two days."

"No need to trouble you"

Saleh called to the Berber guide standing in the distance to get on the bus quickly, and at the same time said, "Just let him take care of those two little beasts later."

When the guide sat down, Wei Ran immediately turned the car around and drove back to the camp with a trail of smoke.

After slowly finishing breakfast, everyone moved the tents to the shadows on the north side of the mountains and set them up again under Saleh's call. The Berber guide took the opportunity to take away the two little foxes and used

Two strips of cloth tied them to the tent.

Too lazy to argue with these stingy Berbers, Wei Ran approached the bored Mr. Edward with two opened coconuts.

"Did you find any valuable clues?" Edward asked enthusiastically as he took the coconut with the straw inserted.

"It's just some rough guesses."

Wei Ran sat down opposite Edward, took a sip of cold coconut juice, and then said slowly, "Mr. Edward, according to my speculation, if your grandfather was captured here, it would definitely not be like Charlotte."

What Mr. Te's father experienced was just getting lost in the desert. After all, this place is more than 500 kilometers away from the main battlefield in North Africa in a straight line. Even if you bring a Polish donkey here, it is impossible to run south after getting lost.
To be continued...