Chapter 86 Chapter Eighty-Four

In a garbage-strewn alley not far from Temple Church, Rémy Legrud parked the Jaguar limousine behind a row of industrial dumpsters.He turned off the motor and checked his surroundings.The alley was empty.He just walked out of the car door, walked to the rear of the car, and then got into the passenger compartment, where the monk was tied up. When the monk tied up behind the car noticed that Remy was beside him, he seemed to have just woken up from obsessive prayer.His red eyes were full of curiosity, not fear.Throughout the evening Rémy was impressed by how peaceful the monk was.At the beginning, the monk struggled a few times in the "Land Rover Range Rover", but at this moment, he seemed to have accepted the arrangement of fate and became resigned.

Remi let go of the bow on his collar and undid the high starched wing collar, feeling as if he could breathe so freely for the first time in years.He went to the bar in the limousine and poured himself a glass of Smirnoff vodka.He downed a glass in one gulp, then drank a second. Soon I could be a rich idler. Remy searched the cabinets at the bar, found a standard service wine bottle opener, and snapped out its sharp blade.This kind of knife is usually used to cut the gold leaf glued on the corks of fine wine bottles, but this morning, it can be used to a greater effect.Remy turned to face Silas, and raised the gleaming blade.

A trace of fear flashed across those red eyes. Remy smiled and moved towards the back of the car.The monk flinched, trying to break free from the restraints on his body. "Don't move." Remy raised the knife and said in a low voice. Silas couldn't believe how cruel God had been to him.Although physically, he was suffering the pain of being bound, but he was able to regard it as a spiritual test.He told himself that as long as his pulse of suffering was still beating, he could not forget the sufferings of Jesus Christ.All night he had been praying for freedom.But now, when the knife was about to cut off, he couldn't help but tightly closed his eyes.

The piercing pain instantly penetrated his shoulder blades.He cried loudly, unable to believe that he was going to die in the back of this limo without being able to protect himself. "I'm serving God. The Master said God would protect me." Silas felt an aching heat rising from his back and shoulders, and he imagined his own blood flowing all over his body.At this time, his knee hurt like being torn apart again.He felt the familiar, sensory-numbing pain -- the body's self-defense mechanism against pain -- strike again. The heart-piercing heat had permeated Silas's whole body at this moment.He closed his eyes even tighter, he didn't want to see the murderer who wanted to kill him before he died.He thought of the younger Bishop Aringarosa, standing in front of the little church in Spain . . . the church he and Silas had built with their own hands.That was the beginning of my life.

Silas felt like his body was on fire. "Have something to drink," the man in evening gown whispered in a French accent. "It will help improve your blood circulation." Silas opened his eyes in surprise.He vaguely saw someone leaning over and handing him a glass of liquid.There was no blood on the blade on the ground, and a pile of torn cables lay next to it. "Drink this," the man said again. "You feel pain because all the blood is going to your muscles." Silas felt that his body was no longer throbbing as before, but just hurt like being stung by something.The taste of vodka was unflattering, but he drank it anyway.His heart was filled with gratitude.Fate gave Silas a blessing tonight, who suffered bad luck, but God can solve all the problems by waving his hands accustomed to miracles.Fortunately, God has not forgotten me.

Silas knew that Bishop Aringarosa would probably say, "It's God's intervention." "I wanted to let you go a long time ago," Remy said apologetically, "but you know it's impossible. First the police came to Villette Manor, and then we flew to Biggin Hill Airport. Until now, I There is a chance to let you go. Do you understand, Silas?" Silas flinched, surprised. "You know me?" The servant smiled. Silas sat up, rubbing his stiff muscles, and his emotions were overwhelming, including disbelief, gratitude, and bewilderment. "You—are you the leader?"

Remy shook his head, and couldn't help laughing when he said this: "I wish I had that kind of supernatural power. No, I'm not. I'm working for him just like you. The leader often praises you. My name is Remy Silas was taken aback: "I don't understand, if you are working for the leader, why did Langdon bring the keystone to your house?" "That's not my home, it's the home of Sir Ray Teabing, the world's most famous historian who studies the history of the Holy Grail." "But you live there. Don't you—" Remy smiled, and seemed not to be bothered by the apparent coincidence of Langdon hiding in Sir Teabing's house. "It's quite predictable. Is there any more plausible explanation than that Robert Langdon has a keystone, and he needs help, and he comes to Sir Leigh Teabing's house? I happen to That's why the Hierarch came to me first." He paused, "How do you know the Hierarch knows where the Holy Grail came from?" It was getting light, and Silas was a little dizzy.The leader found a servant who knew the whereabouts of Sir Leigh Teabing like the back of his hand.Really clever.

"There's a lot I haven't told you." Remy handed him the loaded pistol produced by the German Heckler & Koch company, and then walked into the open isolation room, and found it in the glove box. Take out a small, palm-sized revolver. "But first, we have a lot of work to do." Captain Fache got off the transport plane parked at Biggin Hill Airport. He listened carefully to the inspector of the Kent Police Department about what happened in Teabing's hangar just now, but he was full of suspicion. "I checked it myself on the plane," the officer argued. "There's no one in there." His tone became bossy. "I want to say a few more words. If Sir Leigh Teabing sues me, then I—" "Did you ask the pilot?"

"Of course not, he's a Frenchman, and our clearance requires—" "Take me to the plane." Fache arrived at the hangar, and within a minute he found a suspicious pool of blood in the aisle near where the limousine had parked.He walked over to the plane and slapped its fuselage hard. "Open the door, I am the captain of the French police department." The frightened pilot hurriedly opened the cabin and lowered the gangway. Fache boarded the plane.Three minutes later, with the help of the weapon in his hand, he finally forced the driver to confess, including mentioning the bound monk, the albino.Also, he knew that the pilot had seen Langdon and Sophie put something—like a wooden box or something—into Teabing's safe.Although the pilot said he did not know what was in the box, he admitted that the box had been the focus of Langdon's attention during the flight from France to London. "Open the safe," Fache ordered.

The driver was terrified: "But I don't know the password." "Then I can't help you. I wanted you to keep your license to fly!" The driver wrung his hands. "I know some maintenance guys here. Maybe they can drill a hole in it." "Then I'll give you half an hour." The driver sprinted to find the radio. Fache strode behind the plane and poured himself a glass of wine.It was still early in the morning, but he hadn't had a good night's sleep yet, so this glass of wine would hardly keep him up until noon.He sat on the high-end chair, closed his eyes, and tried to sort out what was happening right now.A blunder by Kent Police may have cost him dearly.Now, all eyes are on a black "Jaguar" luxury car.Fache's phone rang, and he wished so much for a moment of peace. "Hey?"

"I'm on my way to London," said Bishop Aringarosa. "I'll be there in an hour." Fache sat up. "I thought you were going to Paris." "I was worried, so I changed my plan." "You shouldn't be doing this." "Did you find Silas?" "Not yet. Those who kidnapped him fooled the local police before I arrived and ran away." Bishop Aringarosa came up angrily: "But you promised me that you would intercept that It's a plane." Fache lowered his voice: "Bishop, consider your situation. I tell you, don't come to test my patience today. I will find Silas and the others as soon as possible. Where did you get off the plane?" "Wait a minute." Aringarosa covered the microphone, and then ran back: "The pilot intends to pass the inspection at London Heathrow Airport. I was his only passenger, but we re-directed without any delay. Included in the original flight plan." "Then tell him to fly to Biggin Hill Airport in Kent, and I'll let him pass. If I'm not there when you land, I'll send a car to pick you up." "Thank you." "Bishop, do exactly what I just said, and remember, you're not the only one who risks losing everything. Then things will be easier."