Chapter 70 Chapter 68

New York Times editor Jonas Folkman had just climbed into bed, ready for sleep, when the phone rang.It's too late to call now.He muttered and grabbed the phone. The operator asked him on the other end of the line, "Would you like to transfer the collect call from Robert Langdon to you?" Jonas looked puzzled, and turned on the light: "Oh...of course, take it." There was a ticking sound on the phone line. "Is that Jonas?" "Robert, how can there be such a reason: you woke me up and asked me to pay for your phone bill?" "I'm sorry, Jonas. I'll be done soon. But I really want to know, my manuscript, are you...?"

"I'm sorry, Robert. I know I said I'd send you the proofread this week, but I'm too busy. Next Monday, I promise." "I'm not worried about that, I just want to know if you sent the manuscript out without telling me?" Volkman hesitated.Langdon has recently written a masterpiece exploring the history of goddess worship, including several chapters on Mary Magdalene, which will no doubt hold the reader's attention.Although this work is well-documented and well received by others, Folkman does not want to rush to publish it without the affirmation of orthodox historians and art masters.So he chose ten big names in the art world and sent them copies of all the manuscripts, along with a humble letter asking if they could write a short commentary on the book's jacket. Word.However, according to Folkman's past experience, most people will not easily let go of this opportunity to make themselves famous.

"Jonas, did you send my manuscript?" Langdon's tone was a little aggressive. Volkman frowned, sensing Langdon's displeasure. "Robert, there is nothing wrong with your manuscript itself, but I also want to give you a surprise by promoting this book." The other party was silent for a short while. "Then, have you sent the manuscript to the curator of the Louvre Museum of Art?" "What do you think? You mentioned the works of art collected by the Louvre several times in your manuscript, and his book also appeared in your bibliography, but Saunière is very shrewd about such things! This guy is amazing." Not an easy guy to deal with."

Robert was silent for a long time: "Then when did you send it?" "It's been about a month. I also told him that you will go to Paris soon, and suggested that you two have a private chat. Did he call and ask you to meet?" Folkman stopped and wiped his eyes: "Patience Come on, didn't you say you were going to Paris this week?" "I'm already in Paris." Folkman straightened up in shock: "So you're calling from Paris?" "As for the phone bill, you can deduct it from my royalties. Jonas, did Saunière hear from you? Does he like my work?"

"I don't know, I haven't received his reply yet!" "Well, don't be so nervous. I'm going to die, but that's enough to explain the problem, thank you." "Robert—" However Robert had already hung up. Volkman hung up, shaking his head suspiciously.Even sane writers can be foolish sometimes, he thought. In the "Land Rover Range Rover", Ray Teabing laughed loudly: "Robert, didn't you just say that you wrote a manuscript to investigate a secret organization, but your editor actually sent the copied manuscript to The secret organization?"

Langdon sank in a chair in frustration. "That's right." "What a painful coincidence, my friend." However, Langdon knew very well that this had nothing to do with coincidence.Apparently, asking Jacques Saunière to critique a manuscript on Goddess Cult is as easy as asking Tiger Woods to critique a book on golf.What's more, any work that involves goddess worship will actually mention the Priory of Mount Sion. "That's a tricky question." Teabing was still giggling. "For the Priory of Mount Xion, do you support or oppose it?" Lan and the others actually understood what Teabing wanted to say.Many historians still wonder why the Priory of Sion still keeps the "Holy Grail Documents" hidden.Some people think that these documents are long overdue to be shared with the world. "I don't have any opinion on what the Priory of Mount Xion did."

"You mean there's no point in judging it?" Langdon shrugged, and it was obvious that Teabing was in favor of making the Grail Documents public. "I just provided some historical background about the group and described them as a contemporary goddess cult, guardians of the Holy Grail, guardians of ancient texts." Sophie looked at him: "Did you mention the keystone?" Langdon flinched.He's mentioned it, and he's said it countless times. "I speak of the so-called keystone as an exhaustive example of what the Priory of Sion will come to protect the Grail documents."

Sophie was amazed: "I thought it could be used to explain the reason for 'PS: Find Robert Langdon'." Langdon felt that something else in the manuscript had piqued Saunière's interest, but this was the kind of topic he would only bring up when he was alone with Sophie. Sophie said, "So you lied to Captain Fache." "What did you say?" Langdon asked back. "Didn't you say you never contacted my grandfather?" "I really didn't. It was my editor who sent him the manuscript, not me." "Robert, think about it. If Captain Fache hadn't found the envelope in which your editor sent the manuscript, he would have thought it was you who sent it to him." She paused: "What's worse, he even would think that you handed it over to Saunière, but turned around and told him a big lie."

Remy drove the "Land Rover Range Rover" car to Le Bourget Airport, and he drove the car to the hangar far away from the airstrip.When they approached, a scruffy man in wrinkled khakis hurried out of the hangar. He waved his hand and pushed open a huge door full of It's a corrugated iron gate.The iron doors swung open to reveal a sleek white jet. Langdon stared at the shiny fuselage: "Is that your 'Elizabeth'?" Teabing grinned. "It's more convenient and effective than the Channel Tunnel." The man in the khaki hurried up to them, squinting at the headlights of the car.

"Almost ready, sir," he said in an English accent, "I'm sorry to take up your time, but you surprised me—" He stopped short when he saw the men get out of the car. up.He looked first at Sophie and Langdon, then at Teabing. Teabing spoke up, "My friend and I have urgent business to go to London. Let's not waste time here. Get ready and go." As Teabing spoke, he took out the pistol from the car and handed it to Langdon. When the driver saw the pistol, his eyes widened. He walked up to Teabing and whispered, "Sir, I'm sorry that I can only take you and your servant, not your guests." .”

Teabing smiled gently and said, "Richard, I'll give you two thousand pounds, and I'll give you a shot with this loaded gun, and you'll say you can take my guest—" He walked away Next to the Land Rover Range Rover, "and this poor-ass belt strapped to the back of the car."