Chapter 20 Chapter two

In the early morning at the University of Voltaire in Paris, on the roof of the history department building, ghosts are dancing in the moonlight. Just under the ceiling of the top floor, electromagnetic waves from thousands of miles away flew into my mobile phone and woke me up from my sleep. I jumped up in panic, and saw an unfamiliar domestic number displayed on my phone. Who on earth called me in the middle of the night? But according to the time difference, it should be in the morning in China now. After hesitating for a while, I still answered the call, only to hear Lin Hai's voice: "Are you okay?"

"Fortunately, a few ghosts were scared away by you just now." "I have found the real "Marguerite" oil painting, but the real painting was taken away by the Larmor family." The first sentence got me excited right away, but the second sentence left me scratching my head: "Wait a minute, I don't understand what you're saying." Lin Hai on the other end of the phone was very anxious. He could only give a rough overview of the situation. He told me the names of the two men from the Lamor family: Wenger and Victor. Marguerite" and the fake "Marguerite" are on the plane and will return to Paris this afternoon.

I immediately understood what he meant: "Lin Hai, don't worry, we still have time, I will try my best to intercept them at the airport." After hanging up the phone, I was completely sleepy, and I went to the window to look at the night in Paris, imagining that the large passenger plane carrying "Marguerite" was passing through the distant clouds. It is 3:30 am Paris time, and I waited nervously until dawn before calling Yu Li. Yu Li was obviously still asleep. He was startled by my call and promised to come over soon. We made an appointment to meet in the school cafeteria. After the meeting, Yu Li repeatedly asked me if the news was accurate.

Yu Li immediately consulted with Professor Orleans. The professor was also very surprised. He immediately reported to the French police that someone might smuggle cultural relics into the country, and hoped that the police would intercept Wenger and Victor at Charles de Gaulle Airport. Originally, the police didn't really believe this kind of thing, but because it was a professor from the University of Voltaire who reported the crime, they immediately arranged for the police force and sent us to the airport. It was already noon when we arrived at the airport. We checked the flight information, and sure enough, there was a flight from Shanghai that would land in Paris at 4:00 p.m.

The police checked the passenger list provided by the airline and found the names of Wenger and Victor. Their surnames were both Lamor, and they did check in two large pieces of luggage at random.Therefore, the police notified the immigration inspection department, and immediately detained Wenger and Victor as soon as they encountered them. We waited at the airport immigration, and both Yu Li and Professor Orleans seemed uneasy.Until 4 pm, the airport announced that the flight from Shanghai had landed.After about tens of minutes, I saw a large group of people coming out, and two men caught my attention immediately.

One of them was in his thirties and looked gentle and personable.The other was nearly fifty years old, with a hooked nose inlaid on his face, and a fierce look on his face.They waited for a long time at the immigration, seeming to be questioned all the time, and the younger one answered with a smile all the time, until they were all taken away by the police. At this time, a police officer came and told us that both Wenger and Victor had been detained. The police checked their random checked luggage and found two oil paintings. Professor Orleans cheered up immediately, and was taken by the police officer to a small room. The two oil paintings were placed by the wall and had already been unpacked.

I was stunned for a moment, this is the "Marguerite" that Lin Hai saw - the French princess four hundred years ago in the oil painting was sitting upright, looking directly into my eyes with sad eyes, it really has a shocking effect beautiful. In this small room at the airport, Yu Li, Professor Orleans, I, and I stared blankly at the two identical paintings, holding our breaths.Although one of them is a fake, they are all unparalleled masterpieces in my eyes. Yu Li's lips moved and said, "The secret is right in front of you." Then the professor proposed to the police that the two paintings should be brought back to the University of Voltaire for identification to determine whether they are legal cultural relics, so as to convict Wenger and Victor.

The police officer hesitated for a while, and finally agreed to Professor Orleans' request, but the school must issue a proof guarantee.The professor immediately contacted the school, went through the guarantee procedures as quickly as possible, and took the two paintings away from the police. The police car roared and escorted us back to the university. With the help of several policemen, we carefully moved the painting into the research room of the history department. After the policemen left, Yu Li closed the door of the research room tightly and even drew down the curtains. Under the special light, only the three of us faced Marguerite in the two oil paintings.

These two paintings are so similar that no one can tell them apart. Which one is the real one and which one is the fake? Professor Orleans took a magnifying glass and looked carefully at the subtle parts of the oil painting, but he couldn't see any clues. Suddenly, I remembered what Lin Hai said on the phone. Under the forgery painted by Lin Danqing, there was one of his signatures, but it was erased by the Lamor family.This is the only loophole of the fake. I immediately leaned down and looked carefully at the lower ends of the two oil paintings. There was still no difference, except that there seemed to be a small shadow in the lower left corner of the oil painting on the right.I called the professor over, and with the help of Yu Li, he checked carefully for a moment, and he thought that the shadow was indeed added later, and it was not left by the artist when he was painting.

This painting must be a forgery painted by Lin Danqing in 1936, and there must be Lin Danqing's signature under the shadow, which was later obliterated by the Lamor family. Then the other painting is the real Marguerite! We got under another painting, Yu Li was still sharp-eyed, and he immediately noticed that there seemed to be a line of tiny words in a very inconspicuous corner at the lower left end of the painting. The professor took a photo with a high-powered magnifying glass, and slowly read out the line of letters—A? Archabault. What does it mean?Yu Li nodded and said, "In this position, it is usually the artist's signature."

Yes, it is the same as Lin Danqing's signature on the counterfeit. Then "A. Archabault" should be the name of a person, who is this person? But Yu Li shook his head and said, "It's really a weird name. There has never been such a surname among French people." "If it is really a painter, then we only need to look up the French court painters of the sixteenth century." "good idea." Yu Li immediately turned on the computer in the research room. It turned out that he had already prepared a lot of materials these days, including the possible author of "Margaret". He quickly found the information of all court painters in France at the end of the 16th century. Among the many unknown painters, he found a person named "Alain Archabault". If I transliterate this name into Chinese, it would be "Alan Achabalt". It turned out that Achabarthe was a Wallachian, which is today's Romania. He came to France to settle when he was young, and was later promoted to be a court painter, so his surname is very strange to the French. Archabault? Professor Orleans read it softly, then shook his head with a puzzled face, as if he still hadn't figured it out. However, Yu Li nodded thoughtfully, looked at his watch and said, "It's already 7 o'clock in the evening, let's go down to have dinner first." So we walked out of the research room. Before we left, Professor Orleans checked the doors and windows and carefully locked the door. Really not in the mood to eat outside, the three of them had a simple dinner in the restaurant. The professor remained silent during the meeting, as if he was always thinking about the last question.Yu Li said about Alan?There is very little information about Archabarth. Except that he is a Wallachian, almost no one knows his life, and there are no works handed down to the world. It seems that it is of little significance to use this person as a breakthrough. However, since this oil painting was left by Marguerite to her children, there must be some kind of secret hidden in the painting, and this kind of secret must not be found in the fake, and the only difference between the real painting and the fake painting is This is the signature, and I think the key lies in Archabarth. The professor didn't have much dinner, so he went back to the laboratory early. Yu Li said that he would study all night tonight.We chatted for a while, and Yu Li said that the police wanted him to go to the police station again, because they were going to file charges against Wenger and Victor, so they needed witnesses to take notes. After Yu Li rushed to the police station, I went back to the room on the top floor of the History Department alone.Lying on the bed for a long time, I only felt my heart beating hard, which made me sit up nervously again. I have always believed in my sixth sense. Could something else happen? Suddenly, my cell phone rang.It turned out to be a call from Yu Li: "I'm in the police station. I just received a call from Professor Orleans, asking me to tell you to go to the laboratory. He has something to show you." Putting down the phone, I immediately ran down the stairs, only to see that the door of the research room was ajar, and a dim light came through the crack in the door. I gently opened the door, and saw that the two paintings were still hanging on the wall, and Professor Orleans was sitting quietly in an easy chair. There was a faint smell in the laboratory, I couldn't tell what it felt like, and it made my heart beat faster again.I walked up to the professor quietly and called him softly, but the professor didn't answer me. I turned to the front of the professor, and saw that his eyes were tightly closed, and his expression was quite peaceful. Why was he asleep?I couldn't help but pat him lightly, but he still didn't respond. The strange thing is that the professor is still holding a small button in his hand, so I found a red stain on his chest.Carefully touching it with his hand, he found that it turned out to be blood! Professor Orleans is dead, stabbed to death while sitting in this chair. At this time, the door of the research room opened slowly, and the female administrator of the building walked in with her head poking her head. Her eyes immediately widened, and a terrible scream came out of her mouth. Only then did I notice that my hands were already stained with blood from Professor Orleans' chest. There is no doubt that the female administrator has regarded me as a murderer! In an instant, many scenes that only appeared in thrilling movies flashed in my mind. I didn't expect that I would become the hero of these movies. Perhaps out of subconsciousness, I immediately rushed to the door of the research room, pushed the female administrator away, and ran down the stairs in a panic. The screams of the female administrator continued to be heard behind me, and my mind went blank, and I ran out of the history department building. No one saw me on the campus in the dark night, I walked through the path like a gust of wind, and ran out the back door of the University of Voltaire trembling all over. Although I have run away from the university, I still feel unsafe, because this place looks relatively remote, and I am more likely to attract attention as a Chinese.So I hailed a taxi and headed straight to the city center. I rolled down the car window vigorously, gasping for breath in the night wind of Paris, and it seemed that the scream of the female administrator was still ringing in my ears.My God, Professor Orleans is actually dead. Who killed him?Who will come to kill him again?Could it be that he couldn't solve the problem and committed suicide? Suddenly, I thought of what Yu Li said to me. Many scholars who studied the "Louis IX mystery" died mysteriously at critical moments. Could it be that Professor Orleans could not escape this rule? I spread my hand again, the horrible blood was still on the palm of my hand, and this scene was actually seen by the female administrator, with all the witnesses and evidence, this time I became the biggest suspect Yes, if you stay, it is really hard to argue.But what is the use of me escaping?The female administrator knows who I am, the police will soon want me, I am not familiar with France, and more importantly, there is a language barrier, it is too easy to catch me, then I will stop saying I don't know, they will say that since you didn't kill anyone, why did you abscond? Thinking of this, I felt a burst of despair, as if a big stone had been crushed on my heart, and I was in no mood to look at the charming night of Paris outside.I quietly took out the napkin and wiped off the blood on the palm of my hand, but there was still a faint smell of blood lingering. Originally, Paris was for the stranger Lin Hai, to solve the secrets of the mysterious parchment, and also to earn a free trip to Europe, but I never imagined that there would be tonight.Maybe by tomorrow morning, the big and small media will report on this matter, then I don't need the publishing house to help me hype it, and I will really become a "news figure". Oh, why am I so unlucky. The taxi stopped by the Seine, and I got out of the car to hide among the crowd of night tourists in Paris.The world's classic mystery novels tell me that the best place to hide a leaf is the woods. In short, a place with more people is safer. Suddenly, I thought of Yu Li, I am afraid that only he can save me now. I immediately called Yu Li. He had already heard about the murder of Professor Orleans at the police station. He said that now I have become a wanted criminal and the police are searching for me all over Paris. I said loudly on the phone: "Yu Li, you know me well, how could I kill someone? I am innocent." "I believe you too, but the police don't. I think you should come back and surrender yourself. I will ask a lawyer to help you." "Okay, I'll think about it." Trembling, I terminated the call, and now I have nowhere to go. Looking back at the tourists by the Seine River, strange faces are facing me, and it seems that someone will arrest me at any time. My heart was beating faster and faster, I was shivering all over my body, no matter how brave I was, I didn't dare to expose myself to the light.I walked down the river bank with my head down, and walked along the embankment to a bridge next to the Seine. Unexpectedly, there are still several homeless people curled up under the bridge hole. Could it be that I have also fallen into this end? When I was in a state of despair, suddenly a hand stretched out from the side and held my trouser leg tightly. I was so scared that I almost screamed, but I saw a figure standing up from the darkness. He patted my shoulder and said in English: "I'm Jack, your friend." It was Jacques, which surprised me.The world is so small, and this is the fourth time I have met him in Paris. Jacques asked me where I was going in broken English, but I really couldn't answer. I wanted to say that I was in danger, but I didn't dare to say it. But Jacques took me away with "enthusiasm". He said in English, go to his house and sit down. I really don't know what kind of "home" a homeless man can have, but I am really desperate now, so I go to him first It's also good to go there to avoid the limelight. So, Jacques took me across the Seine River and walked towards the northwest of Paris, passing through the streets of Paris, where many beggars greeted him along the way.I panicked for a while, it turned out that following him was more eye-catching, so I could only lower my head to prevent others from seeing my appearance clearly. Homeless people are all masters of race walking. Jacques walked for more than half an hour in one breath, and my leg was almost broken.Seeing that I gradually left the city center, and the surrounding lights dimmed a lot, they should lead me to the underworld. The surroundings became more and more remote, until Jacques stopped by a fence, and a big hole was cracked in the corner, which could just be drilled in, so he pulled me into the fence. Inside the wall was an open field, surrounded by some big trees, and some strange stone monuments stood in the dark, and the cool wind made me shudder.I trembled and asked where this is?Jacques' answer was very straightforward: "Cemetery." Although my English level is in a mess, I have heard this word before. It means-the cemetery. My heart went cold in an instant. On this dark and stormy night, Jacques led me to the cemetery. What exactly did he want to do? Just when I was about to run away in fright, Jacques said that this is his home. Could it be that he is a vampire crawling out of the grave? Jacques also explained that the cemetery administrator knew him very well, and it was much better to let him sleep in the empty room of the management office at night than to spend the night under the bridge hole of the Seine River. His answer made me dubious, and then I looked at the lonely graves around me, thinking that I was really unlucky tonight! Jacques led me through the cemetery, to a row of two-story houses, and knocked on a window. There was also a caretaker on night shift.Then he opened the door and let Jacques live in any empty room.In the duty room with lights on, I suddenly saw the name of the cemetery - Archabault Cemetery. This strange name immediately caught my eye. I stared at this line of letters like a fool, thinking I had seen it somewhere before. By the way, isn't there an artist's signature at the bottom of the real painting of "Marguerite", that signature is "A. Archabault", and "Archabault" is the artist's surname. I looked at the row of letters carefully again, and none of them were bad.In other words, the name of this cemetery is the same as the surname of the court painter in the 16th century. Although it is said that the names of people and places are the same, it is quite common in European and American countries.But among the French, "Archabault" is an extremely weird surname. In fact, it is a foreign surname, and there is no such surname in France.The reason why the cemetery has the same name as the painter can only be explained by coincidence. In this cemetery at midnight, something seemed to pass through my mind, and I was suddenly enlightened-yes, I suddenly remembered Borges' short story "The Garden of Forking Paths", in In this famous novel, the author wrote that during the First World War, there was a Chinese who served Germany. He wanted to pass important information to Detong, but there was no way to pass it on. A man named Albert was killed at the juncture, because he wanted Germany to attack a city called Albert.The media reported the murder without a motive, and the Germans deciphered this important information because the newspapers published Albert's name. So "Archabault" is the same reason?This extremely weird surname happens to be the same as the name of this cemetery, isn't it just some kind of important hint? I think I have already guessed what Margaret was thinking in 1574. She wanted to convey some important message in her portrait, but she was afraid of being discovered by the queen mother, so she could only use some special means.Therefore, she invited a court painter with a strange name to paint. At that time, all the painters would sign their works. As long as the painter named Archabault signed his name, it was equivalent to leaving an eternal code on the canvas. —— Because "Archabault" is where secrets are buried! I figured everything out here, because the "Archabault" cemetery buried secrets, so Marguerite invited a painter named Archabault to paint her portrait, and the signature on the oil painting is the real information! It's a brilliant password, and only the smartest people in the world can set it up and crack it. I'm not bragging. It took the Lamor family more than four hundred years to figure out this secret, but now I have discovered it.I looked up to the sky and sighed, it seems that Jacques is really my lucky star. If I hadn't come to this cemetery and seen the name "Archabault", even if I had been thinking hard for a hundred years, I might not have figured it out. Perhaps the biggest secret is right under our feet. I hurried back to reality and dragged Jacques to ask the administrator of the cemetery.Because our English level is horrible, we exhausted all kinds of expressions and finally asked about the situation of the cemetery. It turns out that this cemetery was originally a monastery, which was built in 1505 AD. Its original name was Archabault Monastery. , It was once owned by the French royal family at the end of the 16th century.But during the French Revolution, the monastery was destroyed by war and turned into a cemetery.Now that the monastery has been turned into a cemetery, will the secrets of time and time still exist?I lowered my head and thought for a while, feeling that hope was not completely lost, because in the real oil painting of "Marguerite", the signature of "A? Archabault" is at the bottom, almost hidden in an inconspicuous corner. Can it be understood as the underground of the monastery? I asked Jacques if he had seen the tombstones, and he said he knew almost every dead person here.I asked him if he had a tombstone from the 16th century, and he said he had seen it at the innermost end of the cemetery. Jacques has lived in this cemetery for several years, and he took me with ease through the horrible cemetery to the old tombstone. He took out the flashlight Jane from nowhere, and illuminated the words on the tombstone——A. Tluabahcra, 1525-1572. "Tluabahcra?" This surname is even more peculiar, and it is impossible to read through it. I read the letters carefully again, only to find that "Tluabahcra" is "ArchabauIt" written backwards? This tomb must not be simple! At this time, Jacques told me in broken English that the government cleaned up the cemetery a few years ago and found that there was no coffin in this tomb, and there was a big hole at the back of the tomb. As he said that, he pulled me to the back of the tomb, and sure enough, a hole appeared under the beam of the flashlight, and people could jump into it. But I would never dare to jump into the grave, but Jacques jumped down first. He said that the bottom is very interesting, and let me come down and have a look. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and sneak into the hole, and found that there was a large tomb underneath, but there was no sign of a coffin, not even a trace of bones. There is still a stone slab under the tomb. Jacques took a photo with a flashlight curiously and found that there is a gap beside it, which can be moved.So the two of us worked together to move this big stone slab away. Immediately a strange smell rushed out from under the stone slab, choking our noses and tears, probably it was the smell four hundred years ago. When the electric light illuminated the bottom again, I saw a stone box, more precisely a stone box. The stone box is very heavy, I carefully moved it out, and opened the heavy box cover—— I see a book. Under the light of the flashlight, I took out the book tremblingly. The paper quality is completely different from today's books, and it is also different from parchment books. It is difficult for me to describe its texture in words. All in all, this book must be very old, and I dare not open it at all, for fear that it will turn to ashes. Suddenly, I heard a rush of footsteps coming from outside the tomb, and then a light came in from the hole above my head.Jacques immediately cried out vigilantly, but a black figure had already jumped out of the tomb. Could it be that the dead in this tomb have wandered back?Should I say to it, "Sorry, we shouldn't have disturbed your home." However, when a flash of lightning hit my face, I heard a familiar Chinese saying: "Why are you?!" It turned out to be Yu Li's voice, I hurried up two steps, and sure enough I saw Yu Li's face.He looked as surprised as I did. He never expected that we would meet here. The plot of reuniting in the grave like this is too bizarre. Jacques looked at us as if we knew each other, so he was no longer nervous.I shook my head and asked, "Yu Li, why are you here?" "I think I discovered the secret in the oil painting of "Marguerite"." It turned out that Yu Li also discovered the problem of the signature of the oil painting. He thought that the signature of "A. There is a monastery called "Archabault" in the northwest, which was managed by the royal family at that time and was converted into a cemetery after the French Revolution. So, he drove here overnight again, ran to the cemetery to look for suspicious tombstones, until he found this tomb from the end of the 16th century. I also shook my head in surprise, thinking that I was the only one in the world who had figured it out. It turned out that Yu Li was even more powerful than me.Then I hurriedly explained to Yu Li that I did not kill Professor Orleans. When I entered the laboratory and found him, he was already dead on the chair. Yu Li didn't seem to be in a hurry. He nodded and said, "Why would I doubt you? I will accompany you to explain it to the police tomorrow morning. Now let's see what you found." I handed that strange book to Yu Li, and he took a photo with the flashlight and said, "My God, isn't this a papyrus document from ancient Egypt?" "What? Ancient Egyptian documents?" "Yes, this is the oldest book in the world, also known as papyrus scrolls. It was produced in ancient Egypt in 3000 BC. People used a sedge plant similar to reeds by the Nile River as a material. The stem pith is thinly sliced ​​and pressed together to make papyrus. The ancient Egyptians used the reed stem as a pen to write hieroglyphs on paper, and this is the scroll you are looking at.” At this moment, I felt uncomfortable at the thought that I was still in the tomb, so I crawled out of the hole, and Yuli and Jacques also crawled out. We set up a flashlight next to the tombstone, and carefully opened the ancient papyrus. I didn’t expect that the beginning was actually in ancient Greek. Most people who study Western history can understand ancient Greek. Yu Li immediately translated the first line of text in Chinese—— "The book you are reading now is the ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead, which records the future world and the most profound magic capable of destroying the world and mankind." I tremblingly asked, "Ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead?" "Yes, the content of this book was completed in the era of ancient Egypt, but the ancient Greek text at the beginning was written later, it should be around the 4th century BC. I think the opening paragraph is similar to the preface." "What's in the preface?" Yu Li roughly glanced at the opening paragraph, and suddenly said with great surprise: "The preface was written by an ancient Greek scholar. He said that the person who discovered this ancient Egyptian book of the dead was King Alexander the Great of Macedon." "Alexander the Great? That is a famous figure in the ancient history of the world." "Yes, according to this preface in ancient Greek, Alexander the Great conquered Egypt and found this ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead in an ancient temple on the banks of the Nile River. Alexander was very interested in this book because he saw He didn't understand the ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs in the book, so he ordered people to translate the full text into ancient Greek. However, there was a passage in the book that caused Alexander's displeasure—it was written in the book that the north of the Aegean Sea and the west of the Black Sea must A young king was born, a king with extraordinary military talent, who cut knots with his sword, dreamed of conquering the world, but he only half-achieved, and died of epilepsy in Babylon." "Isn't the kingdom of Macedonia north of the Aegean Sea and west of the Black Sea? Isn't the man who has extraordinary military talent, cuts knots with a sword, and dreams of conquering the world the Alexander himself?" Yu Li nodded and said, "That's right, Alexander did not fulfill his dream. He died of epilepsy in Babylon at the age of thirty-three." "In other words, this section of the book accurately predicted Alexander's life." "Well, Alexander was in full swing at the time. How could he believe that he would die of epilepsy? So he ordered this ancient Egyptian book of the dead to be sealed in the pyramid forever." "But I didn't expect the prophecy to be fulfilled! He really died of epilepsy later." Yu Li flipped through the papyrus at the back and said, "This is the end of the preface. The rest is full of text. There are both ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs and ancient Greek characters. These two characters are compared." "More than two thousand years ago, Alexander the Great ordered this book to be sealed in the pyramid forever. And Louis IX said on the parchment scroll that he discovered that important secret in the Egyptian pyramid. According to this inference, what Louis IX said The big secret you mentioned is actually the ancient Egyptian book of the dead, right?" "You're right. I think this is the only possibility. Otherwise, why did Margaret 400 years ago set up a password so painstakingly that she finally led us to this tomb?" Jacques kept watching us two Chinese talking, and stuck out his tongue impatiently. Yu Li wrapped up the book of the dead, carefully stuffed it into his bag and said, "I must rush back to the university to continue my research on this papyrus book." "Then what should I do? The police are still looking for me, but I didn't kill the professor." Yu Li patted me on the shoulder and said, "You should turn yourself in first, and I will find a way for you." After speaking, Yu Li actually left me and walked straight to the outside of the cemetery. At this moment, I was shaking all over, and I yelled: "Wait a minute, Yu Li! I want to know who killed the professor?" Yu Li paused for a few seconds, but he didn't answer, and continued to walk quickly outside. I couldn't control myself anymore, I ran towards Yu Li quickly, and shouted at the same time: "You killed the professor, right?!" Yu Li trembled like an electric shock, and then turned around immediately, Jacques' flashlight shone on his face, which was as pale as the dead bodies in this cemetery. He showed an extremely weird expression: "What did you say? I killed the professor?" "Yes, if you hadn't called me and asked me to go to the professor once, how could I have appeared at the murder scene? These are all your arrangements. Let me enter the murder scene first, and after calculating the time, give The female administrator called and asked her to find me immediately, so that I became the biggest murder suspect." "But what about the crime time? Didn't I go to the police station after dinner? I stayed in the police station until the police received a report." "Yes, you can find enough witnesses at the police station to prove that you have no time to commit the crime. But I remember that Professor Orleans was the first to leave after eating, and then you said you were going to the police station—in this paragraph During the time, you can go to the research room first, kill Professor Orleans there, and then rush to the police station calmly. You have completely calculated my work and rest time, and you wait until the safest moment at the police station, Call me again to lure me to the laboratory, and then you only need to call the female administrator again, and all the crimes will be pushed on my head." Yu Li was silent for a moment, with malice in his eyes, he suddenly clapped his hands and said: "Very good, it really is a novelist's material, your reasoning is very exciting, but there is only one thing missing - evidence." "Yes, I didn't have evidence at first, but now I have found it, and the evidence is on you." Yu Li looked down at himself nervously: "What evidence?" I sneered: "It seems that you have admitted it." "Asshole!" "Since I escaped from Voltaire University, I have endured it for several hours. Although I was vaguely aware of something at the beginning, I still couldn't believe it was true. After all, you are my best friend. How could you do such a thing? But after thinking about it for several hours, I really can't think of anyone other than you who would kill Professor Orleans. I saw your eyes in the cemetery just now, and the eyes showed The murderous intent in your eyes made me shudder. Yes, this is the look in your eyes after killing someone, the standard fierce look. You have lost your mind, and maybe you will kill more people. " "Shut up!" Yu Li suddenly took out a pistol from his pocket, and pointed the black muzzle at my chest. Before I could react, Jacques had already let out a strange cry, but Yu Li turned his gun and pointed it at Jacques again. He said in French and Chinese: "You are not allowed to move, whoever moves will be killed!" In this gloomy cemetery, the three of us faced each other like this. In the early morning, when the ghosts came home, there was a gloomy wind blowing around, which reminded people of many classic horror movies. I boldly took a step forward: "Why, why are you doing this?" Yu Li suddenly gave a wry smile: "You will never understand me, everything I do is for my father, he paid too much for the study of 'The Mystery of Louis', I must complete it His unfinished mission, that's why he came to France to study as a graduate student." "I know you and Professor Orleans are eager to discover that secret, but why kill people?" "Originally, I never thought of killing people, but since I joined Professor Orleans' school, I found many things that were wrong. I found that many important papers written by the professor were the same as the manuscripts written by my father, and even their research The results were very similar." This answer surprised me: "You suspect that Professor Orleans plagiarized your father's research results?" "It's not a doubt, I have secretly confirmed that it is absolutely true. When my father was a visiting scholar at the University of Voltaire, he worked with Professor Orléans on the 'Mystery of Louis IX'. The despicable professor not only stole my In order to cover up his crimes, he also intimidated and hypnotized my father, causing my father to go crazy and talk nonsense, and he was forced to return to China early, and died in a car accident not long after." "So you hate Professor Orleans very much?" “是的，这一切都是我来法国以后才发现的。我隐瞒了自己的身份，教授始终不知道我的父亲是谁，而我也始终把仇恨埋在心底，我发誓一定要为父亲复仇。但奥尔良教授是研究路易九世之谜的专家，我必须依靠他才能发现那个秘密，所以我必须等待一个最好的时机。” 我想我已经明白了：“当我们得到那幅真正的《玛格丽特》油画，你认为可以不需要奥尔良教授，而独自解开那个谜底了，这就是你杀人的时机。” “对，我已经悄悄悟出了油画签名的暗示，我想我可以发现那个秘密了，而你的存在正好是替罪羊。” “所以你杀死了奥尔良教授，又设计陷害了我。”但我还是摇了摇头，“如果说奥尔良教授死有余辜，那么我又何罪之有？我不是你最好的朋友吗？” 于力摇了摇头说：“对不起，在这个世界上，我没有朋友。我早就看穿这个世界了，只研究学术是无用的，只有利用知识为自己创造财富才是可行之道。知识是最重要的权利，既然拥有超过常人的知识，就必须用来为自己服务。” “我懂了，在得到《玛格丽特》真画之后，世界上有机会解开秘密的只有三个人，那就是我和你，还有奥尔良教授。你杀死了教授，又陷害了我，那么只剩下你一个人，就可以独自占有这个秘密了。” “说得没错，这个秘密是如此重要，以至于四百年前的玛格丽特，要费尽心机把它留给自己的孩子，以便她和拉莫尔的私生子能成为欧洲的主宰。拉莫尔家族用了四百年的光阴来破解秘密，这中间不知道死过多少人，又不知道发生过多少惊心动魄的故事。是的，我确信这个秘密将给我带来财富、名誉和地位，甚至无边无际的权力，彻底改变我的人生。” 在墓地清冷的月光之下，于力的表情变得异常狰狞，黑洞洞的枪口直指着我，不停地摇晃着。 他要开枪吗？ 我的心脏都快跳出嗓子眼了。 boom! 瞬间我闭上了眼睛，但除了心里一颤以外，身上并没有什么感觉。于是我惊恐万分地睁开眼睛，只见于力已经倒在了地上，他的额头流了一些血，旁边有只金属外壳的打火机。 原来是雅克救了我，他手里始终攥着一只打火机，就在于力即将要向我开枪时，雅克把打火机砸了出去，正好击中了于力的额头。 任何人的额头被这种金属打火机砸中，至少都要搞个脑震荡，我赶紧低下头瞧了瞧于力，看来他确实已被砸昏了过去。 死里逃生，真是老天有眼啊！ 这时我几乎浑身瘫软了下来，来不及和雅克拥抱，便掏出手机打了报警电话。 几分钟后，警车呼啸着打破了幽灵们的安睡，警察闯进墓地带走了我们三个人。 再见，Archabault公墓。