Chapter 15 Chapter Fourteen

Walking out of Building C to the outdoors, Langdon couldn't help feeling grateful that he had left Wittler's apartment.The scene of the hollowed out eye socket that he saw just now was so clearly imprinted in his mind, and now, under the warm sunlight, it seemed to have begun to disappear. "This way, please," Kohler said, turning down a steep path.His electric wheelchair seemed to accelerate effortlessly. "Ms. Wittler could be back at any moment." Langdon took three steps in parallel and followed closely. "So now," Kohler asked, "you still don't believe the Illuminati have anything to do with this?"

Langdon was also a little dazed.Wittler's connection to religion was a real headache, yet Langdon couldn't bring himself to let go of every piece of scholarly evidence he'd studied.Besides, there's that eyeball... "I still firmly believe," Langdon said decisively, with a tone that was stronger than he expected, "the Illuminati are not the real culprits behind the scenes, and the gouged out eyeball is the proof." "what?" "The Illuminati," Langdon explained, "don't disfigure casually. Religious experts have seen inexperienced extreme sects—that is, the aimless disfigurement of fanatics who engage in terrorist activities. Always work hard.”

"Deliberately? Isn't it considered deliberate to remove people's eyeballs like a surgical operation?" "Not necessarily, this move does not necessarily have other intentions." Kohler's wheelchair stopped on the top of the slope with a "crack", and he turned around, "Mr. Langdon, believe me, the eyeball that was taken out is indeed of great use...a very big use." As soon as the two of them passed through the lush green slope top, there was the sound of propeller turning in the distance from the west. After a while, a helicopter slowly flew over and swept across the area they were facing like an arc. An empty canyon, and then a diagonal turn, slowly landing on the designated parking spot on the grass.

Langdon watched the plane land coldly, his brain spinning like a propeller, wondering if a good night's sleep would help him sort out the chaos in his mind.For some reason, he was very suspicious of it. As soon as the pulley touched the ground, a pilot jumped out and began unloading the gear from the cabin.It was quite a lot—a few travel bags, a few soggy vinyl bags, a bunch of scuba rebreathers, and a few crates that seemed to hold high-tech diving gear and whatnot. Langdon was puzzled, but the plane's motor was roaring, so he had to shout to Kohler, "This is Ms. Wittler's equipment?"

Kohler nodded and replied loudly, "She was doing biological research in the Balearic Sea." "I remember you saying she was a physicist!" "That's right, but she is a physicist who studies the intersection of biology and physics. Her research direction is the connectivity of biological systems, which is closely related to her father's research in particle physics. Recently, she used a fully automatic synchronous camera to observe a group of An observational test conducted with tuna refuted one of Einstein's fundamental theories." Langdon looked blankly at the orator next to him, hoping to find a hint of humor on his face. Einstein and tuna?He began to wonder if the X33 space shuttle had dropped him by mistake on another planet.

After a while, Victoria got out of the plane.Langdon immediately realized that today might be the most unpredictable day, with one accident after another.Dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a white sleeveless top, Victoria descended from the helicopter, not the nerdy physicist Langdon had envisioned.With a tall figure, light brown chestnut skin and long black curly hair, she looks elegant and soft.She had a typical Italian face--not too showy, but very pleasing to the eye.She exudes a pure and charming aura that can fascinate people even twenty yards away.Her clothes were blown tightly to her body, her graceful figure and small breasts looming.

"Ms. Wittler is a strong-willed woman of character," Kohler said, seeming to sense Langdon's ecstasy. "For months, she has been studying a very dangerous ecosystem. She is a strict vegetarian." , and is also the resident instructor of yoga at the 'European Nuclear Center'." Yoga?Langdon couldn't help being stunned. It was a body movement used by ancient Buddhist disciples for self-cultivation, and it was completely irrelevant to a physicist and the daughter of a Catholic priest. Langdon watched Victoria walk along.It was obvious that she had been crying for a long time, her dark eye sockets were sunken, and her expression was in a trance and wandering.The closer he got, the more Langdon could feel the anger and aggression suppressed beneath her calm surface.

Her steps are strong and powerful, and her toned body exudes a dark light due to the long-term exposure to the Mediterranean sun. "Victoria," Kohler whispered as soon as she came, "on behalf of all the staff at CERN, I would like to express my deepest condolences for your father's death, which is a great loss in the history of scientific development... " Victoria nodded gratefully, and asked in fluent English with a hoarse voice, "Do you know who did it?" "We're investigating." She turned to Langdon, holding out a slender hand. "My name is Victoria Wittler, I think you're from Interpol, aren't you?"

Langdon held her jade hand, looked at her deep tearful eyes, and seemed to be possessed for a moment. "My name is Robert Langdon." He didn't know what else to say. "Mr. Langdon is not an official person," Kohler explained. "He is an expert from the United States who came here to help us investigate the truth." Victoria was a little puzzled. "Where's the policeman?" Kohler let out a long breath and remained silent. "Where's the body?" she asked. "Watched." This white lie caught Langdon by surprise. "I want to go and see," Victoria continued.

"Victoria," Kohler said earnestly, "Although your father was brutally murdered, you must keep his voice and smile in mind." Victoria was about to speak. "Hi, Victoria!" Greetings came from a distance. "Welcome back!" She turned to see a group of scientists coming from the airport, waving happily to her. "Another Einstein's theory disproved?" one of them yelled. Another added: "Your dad will be proud of you!" Victoria waved mechanically to them as they passed.She turned to look at Kohler with a puzzled look on her face. "No one knows yet?"

"I think it's important to be cautious at this time." "You didn't tell your colleagues that my father was murdered?" Her doubts just now were swept away, and she suddenly became resentful. Kohler's tone immediately became tough: "Ms. Wittler, don't forget that once I disclose the news of your father's death to the outside world, the 'European Nuclear Center' will be investigated immediately, and your father's laboratory will also be doomed. You want Know that I have been doing my best to maintain your father's privacy. Your father has only told me two things about your current project. One is that the next ten years simply licensing the technology for this work will be enough for 'Euronuclear' Center' brings millions of francs in revenue. Second, this is a very dangerous technology, and it is not ready to be disclosed to the public. Therefore, I don't want others to interfere with his laboratory, and I don't want others to steal his experimental results , and I don’t want to see these people kill each other for this, I am responsible for the 'CERN', do you understand?" Victoria glared, but was speechless.Langdon sensed that, though her respect for Khloe was strained, she accepted his logic. "Before we reveal anything to the authorities," Kohler went on, "I want to know what the hell you two are up to, so I want you to take us to your lab." "The laboratory has nothing to do with this," Victoria cried. "No one knows what my father and I are doing. My father's death has nothing to do with this experiment." Kohler exhaled anxiously. "Facts speak louder than words, and the evidence speaks for itself." "Evidence? What evidence?" Langdon had the same question in his mind. Kohler bit his lips again and said, "You have to trust me." Victoria glared at Kohler, eyes blazing.Clearly, she doesn't trust Khloe at all.