"Ten issues," said Sophie, and her analytical senses are awakened as she examines the picture.
13-3-2-21-1-1-8-5
My grandfather wrote his account number on the Louvre!
When Sophie saw a Fionacci sequence written randomly on the wooden floor,
She assumed that the only purpose was to induce the judicial police to use the code analysis department and thus force Sophie to give up. And later she realized that the numbers were kittens. A digital puzzle but now I'm just amazed to see that the numbers used to make sense as well. And it sure is.
To have these numbers be the last key to opening her grandfather's mysterious safety deposit box was the Grand Master of the Torah Sophie, who, when she met Langdon, was passionate.
.. With all of its different meanings. Symbols with codes in them. Langdon had come up against the wall with the electronic board near the conveyor belt.
Sophie took the picture and followed him. The wall had a keyboard that looked like a teller's.
The android.
On the screen was the bank's cross emblem. And next to the keyboard
There was a triangular cavity. Sophie didn't lose a second and I put the key in the vault, and the screen immediately turned on.
Account number
The arrow is blinking. In the waiting room.
Ten numbers. Sophie read the numbers on the picture and Lathingdon printed them on
The circuit board.
Account number
1332211185
When he entered the numbers, the screen was reloaded and a message in several languages appeared.
With the English on her head.
Warning:
Before you press the enter button, please check your account number. If your computer does not recognize your account number, this system will automatically shut down to protect your account
One step, "Sophie said in French and she has stitched her forehead. Looks like we only have one.
In one attempt, "the standard ATMs allow the user three attempts to enter the secret code before the bank card is confiscated. Obviously, this was no ordinary cash withdrawal machine.
"The numbers seem to be correct," Langdon confirmed as he checked the exact numbers he had printed.
And compare it to the numbers in the picture. Then he pointed at the key and said, Come on." Go.
Sophie spilled her index finger at the keyboard, but she bounced, suddenly having an idea
Elegant.
Come on, hurry it up for Langkhon. Vernet will be back any minute.
No, she took her hand away. This is not the correct account number
Of course that's the right number! It consists of ten numbers. If not, what is it?
The number then?
It's so random.
Too random? Langfon strongly disagreed. Each bank advises customers a choice
His secret code numbers are arranged randomly so no one can guess, and the agents here must have heard the same advice.
Sophie cancels all her sister's thoughts and looks at Langon Bug. "Where is this?"
The number corresponds so oddly that this order, which is supposed to be random, "can be reconstructed to form a Fionacci sequence that Langdon realized could be right. So when I ordered Sophie the numbers that make up the number
Calculation by the Funashi sequence. Who would have thought this was possible? Sophie went back to the keypad, entered a number, and she was hitting it off.
Her memory.
Moreover, with my grandfather's fondness for symbolism and cipher, he had no choice."
A number that has meaning for it, a number that can be easily hated." "Sophie finished entering the number, and I was finally able to do it. But he's not. Langdon looked at the screen.
Account number:
1123581321
It took Langdon a moment to realize what had happened, but as soon as he set eyes on me...
The number knew Sophie was right.
Fuozachi sequence
1-1-2-3-5-8-13-21
When I put the numbers that make up the Fuonashi sequence together as a single number they became
Absolutely unknown. They are easy to memorize even though they seem random. A ten-digit secret real estate code Sauniere would never forget. Moreover, this clearly explained why the virulent numbers Sauniere had written on the Louvre floor were reducible to form the famous sequence. Sophie extended her hand and pressed the input button.
Nothing happened.
Or, more accurately, they didn't know if something had happened.
AND AT THAT MOMENT, BENEATH THEM IN THE BANKS GREAT UNDERGROUND BAKERBOARD, LIFE WAS BORN
In robotic tweezers, sliding down a moving system with a double axis suspended in the ceiling, it just said the correct coordinates. On the concrete floor below, there were hundreds of boxes in the form of plastic lobes lined up on a very large board... Like rows of
The little coffins in an underground vault.
Move the forceps, forming Iza, then stop over the correct spot on the ground and descend to
On the bottom, an electric eye checked the correct symbol on the box, then grabbed the computer-programmable clip on the box and lifted it completely vertically. Now other devices went in, and the tweezers moved the box to the far end of the safe and stopped at the conveyor belt. You have the clip arm gently resting the box on the belt and then retreating.
... When the arm was released, the strap was brought back to life, and on the top plate, Langdon and Sophie were wearing it when they saw the strap that looked like it. Moving. They stood beside him, feeling Kaniema traveling, tired and perfecting in front of the luggage's place of arrival, waiting for an unknown truth. The driver's belt entered the room from the right through a narrow, flat, moveable door hatch. Slide the metal door upwards, creating a large plastic box. It was a black box of color, made of plastic, and much larger than an air cargo plane, but without.
I imagined it. And it looked like a lobe to move pets across
Vents.
He landed the box right in front of them.
Langdon and Sophie stood there, quietly staring at the mysterious box.
As with everything in this bank, the box was a new design with
With metal clamps, a paper with his own symbol affixed above, and a kiss plank. She felt it.
Sophie, it's like a giant toolbox.
Sophie didn't lose a second, so she unbuckled the box, looked at Langdon and lifted it.
The two of them took a step forward and took a closer look inside the box.
At first glance, Sophie thought the box was empty, but when she looked at it,
She saw only Sheena lying at the bottom of the box.
The wooden box he saw was elegant, smooth, shoebox size, hinged... ornate. The wood was a strong, dark scarlet color. The rosewood... I get it, Sophie. It was Grandpa's favorite. The lid had a beautiful rose design. Langdon exchanged, and I see bizarre looks. AND I GRABBED THE BOX, AND I GOT IT OUT! GOD, ITS A SAYING
I carried it very carefully and put it on a table next to it. Langdon stood by her side and took them both.
Langdon looks at the dazzling, handcrafted decoration on the cover - the fivepetal rose.
He had seen this pattern of rose-shaped decoration many times. "The five-petal rose," Langdon whispered, "is the symbol adopted by the fraternity for lime.
Sacred.
I picked up Sophie and looked at him. Langdon, what came to her mind was his metabolism.
He thinks the same thing. The box dimension, the tire weight, the rail symbol... All this suggests only one malaise... The chalice of Christ is inside this wooden box, Lingon said to himself, This is unbelievable. Sophie whispered, to hold... Lex.
There can't be a glass in the box.
Sophie pulled the box across the table to her in preparation for opening it. But when she moved it, it happened.
Something unexpected. Langdon was astonished by a strange click from the box and did not know what to say. Is there fluid in the box?
The confusion seemed on Sophie too. Did you hear that...?
Not in his head. AND TRY TO IMAGINE WHAT COULD BE IN THE BOX
Satellite?
Sophie stretched her hands forward and carefully unbuckled the clamps, and then she lifted the cover; the inside was nothing like what Langdon had ever seen. But one thing that is clear to them now is that what's in the box is definitely not a cup.
Jesus Christ.
