Chapter 11 chapter Ten

That night, Langdon sat alone at the kitchen table, looking at the packet and imagining what might be inside.In the end, he just took it as one of Peter's eccentricities, locked the little bag in a safe on the wall of his library at home, and forgot about it.until this morning. The call from the guy with the southern accent. "Oh, Professor, I almost forgot!" said the assistant after describing Langdon's plans for arriving in Washington. "Mr. Solomon has one more thing. Mr. Solomon has a message for you: Please ask Robert... to bring a sealed packet that I entrusted to him many years ago."

Before leaving home, Langdon took the package out of the safe as promised and stuffed it into his own bag. Trish?Donner stared in amazement at the results of the spider search on the plasma screen in front of him. One message in particular seemed useful. "Open it," said Catherine eagerly. Catherine leaned forward, scanning the plasma screen wall back and forth. "Is this file...edited?" Trish couldn't imagine what the document was about.And what is the damn "mark"? Catherine leaned eagerly towards the screen. "Where did this document come from? Who wrote it?"

At this time, the iPhone beeped softly, and Catherine saw the name on the screen of the phone, and finally let go of the big stone in her heart. "It's a text message from my brother." She said and glanced at Trish.After reading the text message, she immediately called Dr. Abedang and asked him to come over for a meeting according to her brother's instructions. Langdon suddenly became alert. Sato's appearance here tonight might be related to the small package that Peter had entrusted to him.Peter had warned Langdon: Powerful people want to steal it from me.It can be very dangerous in the wrong hands.

Sato took a step closer to him, her dark eyes scrutinizing him. "I get the feeling you've had some sort of revelation?" Langdon felt drenched in sweat. "No, not exactly." He lied, "I have a new idea about the numbers on Peter's hand." He turned the base upside down slightly so that Peter's outstretched fingers pointed directly at the hit the ground.The characters on the palm immediately changed to—— "SBB?" the captain asked. Sato smiled darkly and nodded to Anderson. "Captain, please come with me. I have something to talk to you in private."

Minister Sato lured Anderson to Thomas?Quiet corner next to the bronze Jefferson statue. "Captain," she said, "I'm sure you know exactly where SBB13 is, don't you?" "certainly." "Do you know what's in there?" "Dunno, haven't been there. I don't think anyone's used that place for decades or so." "Okay, you go and open it. Besides, I need you to do one more thing." Sato pointed to the professor over there. "That backpack on Langdon's shoulder. Your people should have X-rayed Langdon's bag when he entered the building? I want to see the scan records. I want to know what was in his bag."

Afterwards, the three went to the Capitol Crypt.Anderson was in a rush to get on the road, but Sato was once again busy fiddling with her BlackBerry. S154...S153...S152... "What about SBB13?" Langdon asked. "Whose office is that?" "Not anybody's office. SBB is a private storage room, I gotta say, I don't know what—" "Captain Anderson!" Sato interrupted him, still staring at his BlackBerry. "You just have to take us there." Finally, they came to a heavy steel security door with an electronic keycard box embedded in it. SB layer.

"SB stands for 'Senate Basement,'" Anderson said. Malak couldn't help laughing. Tonight was the second time in twenty-four hours that he entered Solomon's private territory.Last night he had made a similar visit to Solomon's house. Just in Peter's apartment, over tea, Myrack asked, "You know, you and I met many years ago." Solomon was surprised. "Really? I can't remember." "That was a long time ago." "Sorry, I'm afraid I'm getting old. Can I remind you?" Merak smiled one last time at the man he hated most in the world. "Unfortunately you can't remember."

With a quick flash, Malak pulled out a miniature device from his pocket, stretched out his hand and slammed it on the opponent's chest.With a flash of blue light, the hissing Taser was discharging, and a million volts of electricity shot into Peter Solomon's chest in an instant.His eyes were wide open, and he slumped in the chair motionless.