Watson and the one-eyed man were talking happily when his subordinate brought the mummy seller here.
That guy's name was Coetzee. He had a mouse-like head and a brain. He looked like an outlaw.
Watson looked him up and down. Judging from his red nose, he could tell that Coetzee was a drunkard.
Watson stepped forward and said directly:
"Are you sure the mummy, which was dug out, was the king of Egypt?"
At first, Coetzee looked vigilantly at the position of the one-eyed man, and then curled his lips proudly and said:
"I dug it out myself. Of course, I also hired some local workers to pay them. The people in that poor place are willing to do such a thing."
At the mention of this experience, he still had a sense of superiority.
Watson was disgusted by this shameless guy.
Watson continued to ask him impolitely, "Coetzee, since it's the tomb of the king, there must be something inside."