Chapter 78 Chapter Seventy-Seven

Robert Langdon walked into the private washroom next to the Pope's office.He wiped the blood from his face and lips.It's not his blood, it's Cardinal Lamas'.The bishop was brutally murdered in the bustling square just outside the Holy See.Pure offerings on the altar of science.So far, the black fiend star has really done one by one to threaten them. Langdon stared wearily at the mirror, which showed sunken eye sockets and a black beard growing on his chin.The room was clean and luxurious - black marble with solid gold fittings, pure cotton hand towels and scented hand soap. Langdon tried hard to erase the bloody brand he had just seen from his mind.gas.This brand has been deeply engraved in his mind.Since waking up this morning, he has seen three symmetrical characters...he knows there will be two more.

Outside the door, Olivetti, the pope's servant and Captain Rocher seemed to be discussing the next deployment.Apparently the search for antimatter was still fruitless.It may be that the guards have not found the storage, but it may also be that the intruder has lurked inside the Vatican, and its depth is far beyond the limit that Olivetti can bear today. Langdon dried his hands and face and turned to look for the urinal, only to find the toilet.He lifted the toilet lid. Langdon stood there, gradually less tense, the dizziness of exhaustion spreading through his body. Too many complicated emotions were backlogged in his chest.In order to track down the bright path, he forgot to eat and sleep, and his whole body was exhausted, and the two brutal murders made him even more depressed.He grew more and more afraid of the possible consequences of this incident.

Think about it, he told himself.But there was a blank in my mind. While flushing, an unexpected idea suddenly flashed.This is the hand of the Pope, he thought.I just pissed in the pope's bathroom.He couldn't help laughing out loud.Holy See.