Chapter 105 Chapter 103

The London sun did not peek out from the mist until almost dusk, and the city began to dry out.Exhausted, Bezu Fache emerged from the interrogation room and hailed a taxi.Sir Ray Teabing had repeatedly rants about his innocence, but judging from his hyperbolic descriptions of the Holy Grail, secret texts, and occult societies, Fache suspected that the scheming historian might be preparing to let His lawyers defended him on grounds of insanity. That's for sure, what an insanity!thought Fache.Whenever it was critical, Teabing could always think of some ingenious ways to exonerate him.He had used the Holy See and Opus Dei before, and both organizations were proven completely innocent.He kept a fanatical monk and a desperate bishop unnoticed in their shady business.On top of that, he also placed the electronic listening whistle in a place where a man with polio could never reach it.In fact, the electronic bug was planted by his valet, Remy, who was the only one who knew Teabing's true identity--but now that the man had died of a drug allergy, his death was well timed.

Fache thought to himself, if people want to do bad things, they really can think of any way. The intel Collet had gleaned from Villette indicated that Teabing was cunning to a degree even Fache had never heard of.The British historian successfully placed bugs in the offices of some important officials in Paris, and he even imitated the Greeks and played the "Trojan horse" trick.Some of the people who were targeted by Teabing will receive artworks generously donated by him, and others will unknowingly participate in some auctions that Teabing has rigged.Take Saunière as an example. The curator of the Louvre Museum of Art received an invitation from Teabing to a dinner at the Château de la Villette, saying that he wanted to discuss with him the opening of a new building in the Louvre. Feasibility of raising funds for the Da Vinci Exhibition Hall.The invitation that Saunière received included an innocuous postscript, expressing his keen interest in the knight robot that Saunière was rumored to have built.Teabing's intentions in asking Saunière to bring it to dinner could not have been more clear.Apparently Saunière followed suit and put the knight robot aside, which gave Remi Legrud enough time to do something secretly when no one was looking.

Now Fache was sitting in the back of the taxi, eyes closed.Before I go back to Paris, I have one more thing to do. A room full of warm sunshine in the clinic of St. Mary's Hospital. "You are so admirable." The nurse bowed her head and said with a smile. "It's nothing short of a miracle." Bishop Aringarosa forced a smile: "I have God who has always blessed me." The nurse stopped nagging, left the bishop, and walked away alone.The sun shone on his face, warm and comfortable.Last night was the darkest time of his life. With some dejection he thought of Silas, whose body had been found in the park.

Son, please forgive me. Bishop Aringarosa had wanted Silas to join him in his brilliant plans.However, yesterday, Bishop Aringarosa received a call from Bezu Fache, who asked the bishop about the apparent relationship between Silas and a nun who was killed in the convent of Saint-Sulpice. .Bishop Aringarosa realized that the tables had taken a dire turn that night.The news of the four new murders turned his terror into agony.Silas, look at what you've done!Unable to get in touch with the leader, Bishop Aringarosa knew he had been abandoned and used up.The only way to prevent a repeat of the terrible chain of events that he had helped to fuel was to come clean with Fache.And ever since, he and Fache have been determined to catch the leader before he can convince Silas to kill again.

Bishop Aringarosa felt that his bones were about to crumble. He closed his eyes and listened to the news of the arrest of the famous English knight, Sir Ray Teabing, being reported on television.The true face of the leader was finally revealed to the world.Teabing had long been informed that the Holy See wanted to sever ties with Opus Dei, so in the process of implementing the plan, he chose Bishop Aringarosa as the best bet.After all, who is more likely to go on a blind search for some Holy Grail than someone with nothing like me?Whoever possesses the Holy Grail will gain great power from it.

Ray Teabing slyly hides his true identity - he speaks with a French accent that is deceptively real, pretends to have a devout heart, and blackmails money - something he really doesn't need.Aringarosa was always too impatient to have any doubts.Once the Holy Grail is found, the rewards obtained from it, together with the installment payment from the Holy See to Opus Dei, will make the turnover of funds much more flexible, so the asking price of 20 million euros is not worth mentioning at all.Blind people can see what they want to see.Most insulting of all, of course, was that Teabing demanded payment in bearer bonds from the Vatican Bank, so that if something went wrong, investigators would follow it all the way to Rome.

"My God, I'm really glad to see you safe and sound." Bishop Aringarosa recognized the hoarse voice at the door, but the face seemed to surprise him—stern, chiseled, with bald hair pulled back and thick neck poking out of the black clothes. "Are you Captain Fache?" Bishop Aringarosa asked.Judging from the captain's sympathy and concern for his misfortune last night, Bishop Aringarosa thought he was a much gentler man than the one standing before him. The captain walked to the bed and put a familiar heavy black briefcase on the chair. "I suppose it must be yours."

Bishop Aringarosa glanced at the briefcase full of tickets, then quickly looked away, only humiliated. "Yes...thank you!" He paused, twirling his fingers in the crevices of the sheets, and continued, "Captain, I've been thinking about it for a long time and I want you to do me a favor." "no problem." "Families of the dead that Silas killed in Paris—" He paused, trying to hold back his excitement. "I know that no amount of money can soothe their wounded hearts, however, I still hope you can help me distribute the money in the briefcase to them - to the families of those who died."

Fache's dark eyes studied him for a moment. "My God, you are such a kind person. I will take charge of helping you get what you want." There was a suffocating silence in the room. On the TV screen, a thin French police officer is giving a press conference in front of a building that stretches out to the plane.Fache recognized who the man was, and he turned his attention to the television screen. "Lieutenant Collet," said a BBC reporter reproachfully, "as far as I know, Captain Bezu Fache rarely makes mistakes. I haven't spoken to him about it, but I know What would he do. I suspect his real intention in hunting down Detective Neveu and Mr. Langdon is to lure out the real murderer."

The reporters present looked at each other in amazement. Clay continued, "I don't know if Mr. Langdon and Miss Neveu are a take-it-or-take-it-taker. Captain Fache can always stick to his usual creative approach. What I can assure you so far is that , the captain has successfully arrested the person who should be responsible, Mr. Langdon and Ms. Neveu are innocent, and neither of them was harmed." There was a faint smile on the corner of Fache's mouth, and he turned to Bishop Aringarosa: "That fellow Collet is such a nice guy." Some time has passed.Finally, Fache touched his forehead with his hand.As he brushed his bald hair back, he looked down at Bishop Aringarosa. "My God, I have one last thing to attend to before I go back to Paris. I want to tell you about that flight you took that abruptly diverted to London. You bribed the pilot to change course. You violated the law by doing so." There are several international laws."

Aringarosa suddenly collapsed on the bed weakly: "I'm also being cornered." "I know. That's what the pilot said when my men interrogated him." Fache reached into his pocket and pulled out an amethyst ring.The hand-carved priest's crown on the ring and the intarsia of the priest's staff are so familiar. Bishop Aringarosa, with tears in his eyes, took the ring and put it on his finger. "You're always such a nice person." He reached out, grabbed Fache's hand tightly, and said sincerely, "Thank you." Fache waved his hand, walked to the window, stared at the city outside the window, his thoughts obviously flew far, far away.When he turned around, he showed a puzzled look: "My God, what are your future plans?" Just the night before, Bishop Aringarosa had been asked the same question before he left Castel Gandolfo. "I suspect that my future path will be as unpredictable as yours." "Yeah," Fache paused. "I think I'll be retiring soon." Bishop Aringarosa smiled slightly and said, "Captain, as long as you maintain a little faith in God, you can also perform miracles, really."