From home to the museum, it takes three quarters of an hour to avoid rush hour. Tonight, it took only fifteen minutes to get there, because I didn't eat at a red light all the way, and the road was surprisingly smooth. After getting off the bus, I stood alone for a while, looking at the museum across the road, which was deliberately decorated with ancient Egyptian sculptures to cater to the exhibition of ancient Egyptian cultural relics, and the scattered figures walking nearby. It took me about ten minutes. The main entrance of the museum is hidden behind a huge Sphinx, and the true face of the main entrance can hardly be seen. A row of spotlights fell on the Sphinx, which was made of an unknown kind of plastic, and appropriately concealed its rough craftsmanship. The door opens on its left flank, and connected to it is a temporary pyramid-shaped ticket booth. There are not many pedestrians in the open square, walking in a hurry, unable to feel which of them are the so-called plainclothes policemen in the driver's mouth. Very quiet, compared with the driver's caution during the day, the entrance of the museum, which houses so many valuable cultural relics at night, is almost as deserted as usual. But because of this,artificial cherry blossom trees for weddings, five minutes later, my eyes were quickly attracted by the two figures passing by. It was two girls who looked about my age, and I saw them walking under the Sphinx together from the moment I got out of the car, bowing their heads and saying nothing. Five minutes later, as my eyes explored the dark windows of the museum, they passed the Sphinx for the third time, still silent. So ten minutes later,outdoor ficus tree, instead of focusing on the magnificent white building, I locked my eyes on the place where they would inevitably appear in the darkness, and then calculated how many times the two girls had walked under the Sphinx this time. The same look, the same pace, what are they doing? The sword on my shoulder, which was too long for me, trembled slightly as I finally stepped toward the opposite building. I ignored it. He crossed the road and walked step by step in the direction of the Sphinx, who was smiling a little dully in the light, and the two girls who were coming under it for the tenth time. The moment they passed by, they didn't even look at me. But I saw their eyes, empty and dull, blinking to the ground, as if they were walking in a daze. I deliberately coughed hard behind them, artificial grass panels ,artificial coconut palm trees, enough to make passers-by glance more or less in my direction in a place where there was no noise except the sound of cars on the road. However, the two of them did not even have the slightest reaction that people would make when they heard the unexpected sound. I walked backwards to the door under the Sphinx's body and watched their dull figures disappear into the darkness created by the shade. The night wind passes around me through the branches and leaves, bringing a slight chill before winter. Senro trembled again on my shoulder, and I clasped my fingers and grasped it slightly. Ka.. Suddenly there was a gentle sound behind him. Although I had been mentally prepared, I couldn't help jumping. The first reaction was the guard at the ticket counter, but when he turned around, he didn't even see half a person. I only saw the half-closed door in the belly of the Sphinx swaying gently in the wind. This is what they claim in the news, more meticulous and safe precautions? I curled my lips and tried to smile, but I don't know why, the corners of my mouth were so stiff that I couldn't smile at all. Just subconsciously, he held the sword in his hand more tightly. Another cold breeze blew in my face, this time through the half-closed door. The faint blue light of the walkway under the refraction of the street lamp, and the old atmosphere from thousands of years ago, which may still be separated by several doors, can still be clearly felt, as if through this door from the night, a smile full of temptation. In or out. Of course. Since I came here to be able to enter, and since the door has already been opened to welcome me, why not enter. The footsteps of the two girls were heard again from far to near behind them, and this was the eleventh time they had passed under the Sphinx. Reconfirming that there was no one around except them, I took a deep breath, hooked the door with my foot, and slowly opened it. Stepping into the bluestone road leading to the museum is like stepping into a time tunnel that is suddenly triggered. Darkness conceals the poor workmanship of the plaster statues on both sides, and in the faint light seeping in from the outside, it outlines the mysterious lines of historical simplicity. I even faintly smelled the smell of some incense burning on the fire altar, as if shuttling through the temple of Karnak, the shallow smell of those obedient gods. Karnak. There was a sudden stumble at my feet, and I was a little distracted, and then I took it back. Lowering my head to distinguish carefully, I saw clearly that the object that almost tripped me in the darkness turned out to be a human body. Wearing the uniform of a navy blue museum guard, he hung his head and lay motionless at the entrance to the exhibition hall. Not far from him, behind the door, there was another man in uniform, lying on his side on the ground, equally motionless. I couldn't hear even the slightest sound of breathing between their noses. I took the sword off my shoulder and held it tightly in my hand. It hasn't made a sound since I came in, and it lies cold and quiet in my hands. Stepping over the body, I continued to walk into the exhibition hall. Because there are wide glass windows near the ceiling on both sides, the visibility inside the exhibition hall is much higher. Without much effort, you can see the layout of the whole hall. Under the deliberate arrangement, under the decoration of temporary'stone pillars' and statues, the whole hall seems to be the tomb of the Egyptian pharaohs who have been sleeping underground for thousands of years. Even the breath is so similar, the air mixed with the smell of the earth of the grave. I took a deep breath and looked at Tutankhamun's head, which was displayed in a glass case not far away. The young and beautiful Pharaoh,artificial plant wall panels, eighteen years old, smiled quietly in the cabinet, just as he had smiled gracefully and happily in front of his beautiful wife in life. hacartificialtree.com