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Robert woke up suddenly, he had been dreaming just now.Next to the bed was a bathrobe marked "The Ritz Paris".He saw a faint light coming through a crack in the shutter. "Morning or evening?" he wondered suspiciously. He felt warm and quite comfortable in his body.He has been sleeping most of the past two days.He sat up slowly from the bed, and finally understood what woke him up--it turned out to be the strangest idea lingering in his mind.For days he had been trying to make sense of the various messages, but now, Langdon found himself preoccupied with things he hadn't considered before.

is it possible? He sat motionless for a long time. He finally climbed out of bed and made his way to the marble shower.He walked over, letting the strong current brush his shoulders.Yet that thought still haunted him. That is impossible. Twenty minutes later, Langdon walked out of the Ritz Hotel and came to Place Vendome.Night fell.Days of excessive sleep had left him disoriented—yet his mind was remarkably clear.He'd promised himself a cappuccino in the lobby of the hotel to forget those outlandish thoughts, but his legs wouldn't work and he walked straight out the front door.Walked into the twilight of Paris.

Langdon's mood grew as he walked east on Broken Field Street.He turned around and walked towards the Avenue Richelieu in the south. The blooming jasmines emitted a faint fragrance from the solemn palace garden, filling the air along the way with an incomparable fragrance. He continued southward until he came across the famous Royal Arcades he was looking for.A large expanse of polished black marble gleamed with gleaming light.He stepped forward and quickly looked at the ground under his feet.After a while, he found that what he knew was there-several copper badges were inlaid on the ground and lined up in a straight line.Each badge is five inches in diameter and features a number of N's and S's.

N stands for South and S stands for North. He turned due south, his eyes following the straight line formed by the great coat of arms that stretched outward.He shifted again, following the trail left by the great emblem, watching the sidewalk as he walked.As he cut past the corner of the Théâtre de France, his feet touched another brass medallion. "correct!" Many years ago, Langdon had heard that 135 such copper badges were inlaid on the streets and alleys of Paris. the whole city.He once started from the Sacre Coeur, followed this line north across the Seine, and finally came to the ancient Paris Observatory.There he discovered the meaning of this sacred path.

It is the earliest prime meridian on Earth. It is the first zero-degree longitude in the world. It is also the ancient "Rose Line" in Paris. Now, as Langdon hurried down the Boulevard Rivoli, he felt that what he was looking for was within reach, less than a block away. The Holy Grail awaits beneath the ancient Rosslyn Chapel. At this time, all kinds of revelations, such as Saunière's use of the ancient spelling of Roslin...the sword and the holy grail...the tomb decorated with the artistic crystallization of skilled craftsmen, came to him like a tide. Is that why Saunière came to talk to me?Have I inadvertently touched on the truth of history?

He started to trot suddenly, feeling that the sacred "rose line" was right under his feet, guiding him and pushing him towards the goal ahead.He felt the hairs on his neck stand on end in anticipation as he entered the long tunnel below the Rue Richelieu.Because he knows that at the end of this long tunnel stands the most mysterious monument in Paris - it was conceived and commissioned by Francois Mitterrand, known as the "Sphinx" in the 1980s Built; according to rumors, Mitterrand participated in the internal activities of the secret organization, and his last legacy to Paris was located in the place Langdon had visited only a few days ago.

But it seems to be the past and present. With the last of his strength, Langdon rushed from the aisle into the familiar courtyard, and then stopped.He was out of breath, slowly raised his eyes, and looked at the building erected in front of him and shining with light with a little disbelief. That's the pyramid in the Louvre. A faint light shone in the dark. He just admired it for a moment.He's more interested in what's to the left of it, though.He turned around and felt his footsteps begin to move again along the invisible road of the ancient "Rose Line", leading him through the courtyard to the underground shopping mall of the Louvre-the Surrounded by manicured hedges, a wide and grassy circle, it was once the site of the oldest festival in Paris dedicated to the god of nature... the site of joyful ceremonies in honor of the life force and the goddess.

Langdon felt as if he had entered another world as he walked through the scrub and came to the circular area surrounded by luxuriant grass.This sacred site is now marked by one of the city's most extraordinary monuments.In the center of this holy place, there is a huge inverted cup-shaped pyramid with a wide mouth, as if a deep pit of crystal glass has been dug in the ground.A few nights ago, he had already seen this inverted pyramid when he entered the underground attic of the Louvre. Inverted pyramid. Langdon tremblingly walked to the edge of the pyramid, looking down at the underground building extending outwards in the Louvre, which glowed amber.His line of sight didn't stay on the huge inverted pyramid, but directly locked on the objects that were under the pyramid.Below it, on the grounds of the palace, stood a small building—a building he had mentioned in his manuscripts.

Langdon felt himself fully awake at this moment, almost shaking with excitement at the thought of the incredible possibility.He looked up at the Louvre again and felt as if he were surrounded by the museum's huge wings... surrounded by corridors flanked by the finest works of art in the world. Among these famous artists are Leonardo da Vinci... Botticelli... She lies in the arms of the beloved masterpieces of the masters. Full of doubts, he lowered his head again and stared at the small building below through the glass. I have to go down and see! He stepped out of the circular lawn, hurried across the courtyard, and retreated to the soaring pyramidal entrance of the Louvre.The last group of tourists of the day are coming out of this museum in a sparse way.

Langdon pushed open the revolving door and walked into the pyramid along the winding stairs.He felt the air grow cooler.He came to the bottom of the pyramid, entered the long underground passage that extended below the courtyard of the Louvre Museum, and walked back to the inverted pyramid. He came to the end of the passage and walked into a huge basement.Just in front of him, an inverted pyramid gleamed and hung from it—the outline of a V-shape of enormous glass.Holy Grail! Langdon looked down, following the ever-shrinking chalice to its base.The Holy Grail is only 6 feet off the ground.Just below it, stands a small building.

It was a miniature pyramid.Only 3 feet tall.The only building in this vast basement was built on a very small scale. Langdon's manuscript mentions this little pyramid in passing when it talks about the exquisite collection of goddess art in the Louvre. "The small building protrudes from the ground like the tip of an iceberg - the top of a vast pyramidal vault, most of which is submerged beneath it, like a secret chamber ." In the faint light of the abandoned attic, the two pyramids faced each other, their towers formed a perfect straight line, and the tops of the two were almost touching.The Holy Grail is above, the blade is below. The blade and the chalice guarded her door together. At this moment, Langdon heard what Mary Chauwell had said. "You'll understand someday." Now, he stands under this ancient "rose line" surrounded by masterpieces of masters.Could Saunière have a better place to protect his secret?He finally understood the exact meaning of the poem left by the master.He looked up at the sky, gazing through those glass at the majestic, starry night sky. Rest at last under a starry sky. Those once-forgotten verses echoed in Langdon's mind now like ghostly murmurs in the dark. "The quest to find the Holy Grail is the quest to kneel before the tomb of Mary Magdalene, the quest to pray at the feet of the outcast." Robert suddenly felt a surge of respect, and he knelt down involuntarily. He seemed to hear a woman's voice... It was full of years of wisdom... Gently, rising from the crack in the ground... THEDA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN COPYRIGHT: 2003 BYDAN BROWN This edition arranged with SANFORD J. GREEN BURGER ASSOCIATES (SJGA). Through BIG APPLE TUTTLE-MORIAGENCY, LABUAN, MALAYSIA. Simplified Chinese edition copyright: 2004 Century Publishing Group Of Shanghai ALL RIGHTS RESERVED