Langdon felt dizzy, tiring to the other end of the gallery
The biggest, Sufi's Mafia message, was on his head over and over again, and at the end of the aisle, the flashing signals of the world sign for toilets led Langdon through a series of maze-like interludes displaying Italian signs that blocked the toilets. As soon as he found the men's room, Langdon entered and lit
The bathroom was empty.
He walked into the sink and doused his face with cold water trying to wake up. There were lights.
Fluorescent shines from the brick ceiling and the toilet has a permeable smell of ammonia. As his hands and face dried, he heard the squeaking of a door opening behind him and he quickly turned around. Sophie Novo entered and fear was unleashed from her green eyes.
Come on, we have no time to waste.
Langdon stood by the laundry, stunned at Sophie Novo, the agent in Division
Decoding in the Judiciary Police. Just moments ago, Langdon had been listening to her Mahagist message thinking that this operation you just did not have to be crazy, yet the more he listened to, the more he became convinced of what Sophie Novo was saying. You don't react to what comes next in this letter. Just listen quietly. Following my instructions very carefully, Langdon decided to do exactly as Sophie told him, despite the flag he was wearing.
Fash said the scare message was about an injured friend in the U.S. and then...
Sophie stood in front of him now, still trying to catch her breath after she ran back to me.
Toilet. Under the light of the fluorescent lights, Langdon was surprised to see that her harsh appearance was, in fact, hiding soft features other than her sharp gaze. The nascent juxtaposition brought back to his mind images of Ronoir's multilayered painting... Padded. But at the same time clear, it is very clear Keep some form of mystery wrap
Let's get this thing moving. She's completely woolly and she's still catching her breath.
While she spoke the English that she imprinted for her vocabulary, her words resonated through the walls, giving a deep sense to her voice. Why?" Ask Langdon. Sophie hardened it in her letter.
But he wanted to hear it from her personally.
Nick." Sophie said as she walked towards him, "Because, in Fash's opinion, you are the main suspect in this.
The crime.
Langdon was willing to hear those words, but they still sounded silly.
Too much for him. According to Sophie, Langdon had been summoned to the Louvre this night not as a symbolic scientist, but as an accused, who is now unknowingly subjected to one of the most detailed methods of interrogation used by the French judicial police - subtle surveillance - a subtle deception by which the police quietly call the accused to the scene and talk to him. The hope is that he will panic, get confused and confess mistakenly to the crime
They're watching you.
Langdon sensed his fear growing stronger. A hole in my pocket? It just seemed like a good idea.
A magic trick, a cliche. Just look at your generation."
Langdon disoriented his hand into the left pocket of his cardigan.
Cat uses it. He started pushing inside, but he couldn't find Sheena. What were you getting sick of? He then cough up whether Sophie was finally just a crazy woman, and then his fingers went through something unexpected, something small and cruel; Langdon picked up the little thing with his fingers, pulled it out of J. and stared at it in astonishment. That thing was a button-shaped metal disk the size of a wristwatch battery. He had never seen him before, what is this...?
It 's a dot.Trace and locate it on Earth
Its location is to a satellite with a GPS on Earth where the judicial police can monitor it. We use this system to monitor where people are. And it's accurate to pinpoint any location on Earth in a line not exceeding two values, and they're watching you like you're linked to an electronic pressen. An agent who came to pick you up from the hotel planted it in Jake before you left your room.
... Lang came back to his senses and tried to retrace events that had taken place since he was in his room.
He takes a quick shower, then wears his clothes and then there is the criminal police agent who politely and gently carries his woolly coat when they are running the room. Its cold out there, Mr. Langdon, the client said, Spring in Paris is not what the romantic songs say. Langdon thanked him and took his coat
The woolly look of her olive eyes was sharp and sharp. I intended not to deny a point.
The trail was tracked beforehand because I didn't want you to look it up at Jake in front of Fash. He must not know."
Langdon had no idea how he responded to what he had just heard.
They put you on GPS because they were afraid.
Your escape.
They were hoping she'd run away, because that's where she went.
It would make their case against you stronger. Why would I run away?" Lagoon said the wild one.
"Gash thinks otherwise."
Langdon angrily walks into the garbage can to throw the tracker, don't you think Sophie grabs his arm and wakes him up Leave her in Jake.
The signal is motion, and then they'll know you found the cat. The only reason Fash let you go alone is because he can monitor where you are. And if I think you know what he's doing to you... And Sophie didn't complete the idea, and instead she grabbed the metal disc from Langdon's hand and returned it to the pocket of his woolly coat, you'll keep the point at least with you in time.
The current one.
Langdon Ballias felt, "How the hell could a Lash think I killed Jack?"
1 Suniere?
He has very good reasons for doubting you." And the expression turned on a mystical face
There's evidence here you haven't seen yet. Fash hid it from you very carefully, Langdon was so distraught that all he could do was stare, but he showed up.
Lip.
"Do you deny the three lines of text Sauniere wrote on the ground?" Langdon shook his head in the affirmative, but the numbers and the words were engraved in his mind.
Sophie got scared and whispered, Sorry, what she saw was not the message.
"In its entirety, there was a fourth line that Fash had photographed and then erased before you came, even though Langdon knew the solvable ink used in a water pen
It could be easily erased, but he couldn't imagine the reason why Fash would erase evidence in the murder.
The last line of the letter, Sophie said, "Shana, Fash didn't want you to know it."
He wanted to hide from you until the investigation was completed.
And Sophie highlighted a computer printout of an image she took out of her jacket pocket.
"This evening, Fash uploaded pictures of the crime scene to the computer and sent them to decipher, hoping we could figure out what Sauniere was trying to say from." And she gave Langdon the paper.
Don't look at the picture and he can't believe his eyes. The picture revealed the illuminated message
Written on the wooden floor. The last line came to hit Langon as if someone had kicked him in the stomach.
13-3-2-21-1-1-8-5
Oh, Draconian devil!
Oh, lame saint!
P.S. Find Robert Langdon
