Chapter 36 Chapter Thirty-Five

The librarian staggered and threw a book at us.Helen took a step forward and fired another shot with an astonishingly smooth manner.Then I was impressed by the guy's weird reaction: Although the administrator's clothes showed black spots under his chest, he didn't painfully grab the wound.A second shot hit him in the shoulder; he was already running, hitting a bookshelf at the back of the hall. "The door!" Turgut yelled behind me, "there's a door!" Turgut rushed to the door, and I followed, but the door was locked tightly.When we finally opened it, the guy was gone.

"Miss, I admire your efforts," Turgut said, "but it's useless to kill a dead person." "How do you know?" I asked in surprise. "I know the expression on that face, it's the expression of a zombie, I've seen it before." "But you can see for yourselves that I was right in deciding to shoot. An ordinary person will definitely be seriously injured if he gets shot like this." Helen sighed. "Have you always carried a gun?" I asked Helen. "Oh, yes. I always carry a gun when I'm feeling—uneasy—in a certain way."

Suddenly, Turgut yelled and beat his forehead hard, "My friend!" We all stared at him, "My friend—Erozan! I forgot about him." It took us a while to see what he meant. We looked around and finally found him among the bookshelves. Mr. Erozan lay sprawled on his back among the clutter, with his head on one side and a deep gash in his flaccid white muscles. "He's infected," said Helen calmly, turning to Turgut. "You didn't see any such symptoms in him when we were here yesterday, did you?" He shook his head, "He's normal." "Well, that's good." She reached into her jacket pocket, took out a garlic, and placed it on the librarian's chest.She took out another paper bag, opened it, and inside was a small silver knife.

This time Turgut raised his hand and gently stopped her. "No, no," he said, "we have our own method of exorcism." He took a string of wooden beads out of his pocket and touched Mr. Erozan's lips. The caretaker had a painful expression on his face, and he seemed to be involuntarily disgusted. After a while, he opened his eyes. After a while, Mr. Arozan sat up, looked around, and felt his neck as if it hurt. Mr Erozan said a stranger came to his apartment early this morning and threatened him with opening the archives for him.The vampire was with him when I called him this morning, but he dared not tell us.When the man knew who was calling, he told them to go to the archives immediately, and Mr. Erozan dared not refuse.Here they come, and the man asks him to open the box.As soon as the box was opened, the demon jumped on top of him and knocked him to the ground.

Turgut shook his head mournfully. Mr. Erozan suddenly grabbed Turgut's arm and spoke a long string of Turkish hurriedly, as if begging him for something. Turgut was silent for a while, took his friend's hand, put the rosary into his hand, and answered him calmly, "He said that he knew that if he was bitten by this demon twice more, he would die too." Turned into a demon. He asked me if that meant I was going to kill him with my own hands." Turgut turned his head, and I think I saw tears glistening in his eyes. Selim Axo followed us and said something to Turgut. Turgut nodded, "We have to clean up these documents first to see what damage they have suffered. Most importantly, we have to find a safe place for our friends to rest. Besides, Mr. Axo wants to Show us something in the file before you arrive."

I immediately started to collect the scattered documents, and my worst fear happened. "The original map is gone," I reported gloomily. We searched among the piles of books, but the topographic map that looked like a long-tailed dragon disappeared. In addition to the frustration of losing this treasure, I also thought that this admin villain would uncover the map's secrets before we did.If Rosie is in Dracula's tomb, wherever that tomb is, the villain has a good chance of defeating us there.I was more desperate than ever to find my beloved mentor, yet more hopeless than ever.At least—I felt strangely—Helen was firmly on my side now.

Turgut and Selim have been talking beside the patient. Selim disappeared, and after a while, he returned with a small book.The cover of the book is red leather with golden Arabic script. Turgut is folding his coat to make a pillow for a friend.He stood up and came to Selim, and the two talked intently for a while. "This is what Selim wanted us to see this morning," Turgut said gravely. "Actually, I don't know if it has anything to do with our research. But I'll read it to you. Here is A book compiled by historians of Istanbul in the nineteenth century, which collects here as much documentation as they could gather of the early days of the city's founding in Istanbul, the year Sultan Mehmet took the city for himself and declared it a part of the empire Capital." He pointed to one of the pages, which was written in beautiful Arabic script.

For the hundredth time I felt the Tower of Babel, so depressing. "Mr. Axel remembered this passage while he was doing his research here. Its author is unknown, and it relates to certain events that occurred in 1477—yes, my friends, that's F. A year after Rad Dracula was killed in the battle of Wallachia. Here it is said that there was a plague in Istanbul that year. Later, it said that there was a group of monks from the Carpathians-Ah That's why Mr. Keso remembers this book—driving a mule cart into the city. The monks asked to be lodged in a monastery in Istanbul. They stayed there for nine days and nights. My friend Seymour Lim wants our attention to be the Carpathians."

Selim nodded for emphasis, but I couldn't help sighing.What this passage is about is bizarre.1477 is indeed unusual, but it may be a coincidence, "If the city was already under the rule of the Turks, why were there still monks living in the monastery?" "Good question, my friend," said Turgut calmly, "but I must tell you that since the beginning of the Turkish rule in Istanbul there have been many churches and monasteries. The Sultan was very kind enough to allow them to exist." Helen shook her head, "But he allowed his army to destroy most of the churches in the city, or turn them into mosques."

"It is true that Sultan Muhammad allowed his own troops to sack the city for three days when he conquered it," admitted Turgut, "but he would not have done so had the city not rebelled against him and surrendered to him of." "He also enslaved more than fifty thousand of them," Helen clearly stated, "don't forget that." Turgut smiled at her in admiration, "Miss, you are amazing. But I just want to show that our sultans are not devils. Once they conquer a region, they often become lenient." He pointed to the file The wall at the end of the pavilion, "That's His Majesty Mohammad himself, if you want to say hello to him."

This is an average watercolor painting in a frame.It depicts a seated, stocky man wearing a white and red turban.He has fair skin, an elegant beard, and looks into the distance. "This portrait is astonishing," I said. "Yes." Turgut tapped his chin with a huge finger, "Okay, my friends, what do you think of this passage that Selim Axo found?" "Interesting," I said politely, "but I don't see how it can help us find the grave yet." "I don't see it either," Turgut confessed, "but I see a certain resemblance between this passage and the broken letter I read to you this morning. The one in Snagov The scare over the tomb happened in the same year—1477. We already knew it was the first year after Vlad Dracula's death, and that a band of monks was connected to something in Snagov. Could it be those monks connected with Snagov, or the same team?" "It's possible," I admitted, "but it's only speculation. The literature only says that the monks came from the Carpathians. The Carpathians must have been full of monasteries in those days. How can we be sure they came from the Snagov monastery?" How about it? Helen, what do you think?" I must have taken her by surprise, because I found her looking straight at me with a kind of longing that I had never seen before, "Yes, there are many monasteries in the Carpathians, Paul is That's right—without further knowledge, we can't connect the two teams." Turgut looked disappointed, and he started to say something, but at this moment, a gasp interrupted us.yes Mr. Erozan, still lying on the ground, with his head resting on Turgut's clothes. "He's fainted!" cried Turgut, "and here we are chattering away—" Turgut and I picked up the pale and limp patient and walked carefully through the back door.Helen followed behind with Turgut's clothes. We walked through the alleys and were bathed in the morning sun for a while.The sunlight hit Mr. Arozan, who cringed, pressed against my shoulder, and raised a hand over his eyes, as if to avoid a blow. "