"I'm Durant from Random House, and it's a pleasure to meet you. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Durant said plainly and politely.

"Nice to meet you. Sid, who had a hint of calm in his eyes, nodded neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Although it is a bit presumptuous, can you let me look at the original manuscript?" Durant secretly admired Sid's precocious youth, and at the same time did not hesitate to get straight to the point.

"Okay, I'm sorry for you. Sid immediately took out a printed manuscript from his backpack, not the entire Da Vinci Code, of course, but only the first three chapters.

Durant took the manuscript, glanced at the title, and then opened it to read the text.

(Finally...... Sid watched Durant's movements, and the emotions that had been calmed down floated again, like a warrior stepping on the battlefield again, and felt that his long-lost blood seemed to boil again.

On the first page, Durant looked more carefully, and after turning the second page, Durant didn't know what to compare, and then quickly turned the second and third pages.

Sid couldn't help but secretly wonder, although there are only the first three chapters here, but "The Da Vinci Code", as a famous suspense decryption novel, has always been a representative of brain-burning novels. I've never heard of anyone watching it so quickly, and Sid can't help but scold (is this really an editor?).

"The Da Vinci Code" was actually flipped through quickly in Durant's hands, and it took less than five minutes to complete a circle.

Then Durant re-threaded the manuscript of the three chapters and slammed it on the table.

Sid couldn't help frowning, although he had heard the news that many well-known novels and movies were rejected by many publishers before they were officially published, but Sid didn't expect to encounter them so soon.

Just as Sid waited for Durant to kill his own manuscript like the editor in the reception room just now.

"I'll read it again. Durant said suddenly.

"Eh???" Sid was surprised for the first time today.

But Durant didn't look at Sid, he opened the manuscript again, and looked at the name on the cover with a solemn look - "The DaVinci Code":

All descriptions of art, architecture, documents, and secret rituals in this book are accurate.

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Musée des Beaux-Arts Louvre, Paris, 10:46 p.m.

In the Grand Gallery of the Louvre's vaulted art, the venerable museum director Jacques Sonier stumbles upon the closest painting he saw, a Caravaggio. The seventy-five-year-old jerked at the gilded frame and pulled it towards him. The frame was finally ripped off the wall, and Sonier fell backwards, covered under the canvas canvas.

As expected, an iron door collapsed nearby, blocking the entrance to the gallery. The parquet floor trembled. An alarm sounded in the distance.

The curator lay on the ground for a moment, gasping for breath and looking around.

I'm alive.

He crawled out from under the painting and peered around in the dark cavernous place, looking for a place to hide.

At this time, an eerie voice came from not far away: "Don't move!"

The curator knelt there with his hands on the ground, stunned for a long time before turning his head.

Outside the closed door, just fifteen feet away, the silhouette of a tall attacker was staring inside through the iron railing of the door. He was a broad, tall man, with a bloodless face and sparse white hair. His eyes have pink iris and dark red pupils, and he appears to be an albinist. He pulled his pistol out of his coat and aimed the barrel through the iron railing at the curator. "You shouldn't have run. "I can't tell what his accent is. "Tell me where that thing is this time, right?"

"I've told you - I, I don't understand what you're talking about. The curator knelt helplessly on the ground and stammered.

"You're lying. The man stared at him intently, not moving, except for the ghostly eyes that kept spinning. "You and your brethren have taken possession of what is not yours. ”

The curator was taken aback. How could he know this.

"Tonight it will return to its Lord. If you want to survive, just tell me obediently, where is the East XC. The man pointed the gun at the curator's head. "Do you want to die for this secret?"

Sonnier was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe.

The man tilted his head and looked down the barrel of the gun.

Sonnier finally raised his hand to forgive. "Wait. He said slowly, "I'll tell you all this." The curator spoke very cautiously in the rest of the remarks. It was a lie he had practiced many times beforehand, and each time he prayed that he would never use it.

When the curator finished speaking, the man who attacked him smirked. "Not bad. It's exactly the same as everyone else's story. ”

The other curator's heart shrank suddenly.

"I found them too, and all three of them. They confirm what you have just said. The big man scoffed.

The true identity of the curator and his three principals is as sacred as the ancient secret they are protecting. Sonnier now knew that his companions had followed the procedure strictly, and had all told the same lie before they died. It's an agreement.

The attacker raised his gun again and took aim. "I'm the only one who knows the secret when you're done. ”

The curator immediately realized the truly terrible situation: if I died, the truth would never be known. He instinctively wanted to grab something to cover himself.

The gun rang out, and the curator felt a burning sensation as the bullet stopped in his stomach. He threw himself to the ground, struggling in pain, then slowly rolled over and stared at his attacker through the fence.

The man aimed at Sonier's head, and the shot would kill him instantly.

Sonnier closed his eyes, his mind in a state of confusion, extreme fear and remorse.

The click of empty chambers echoed through the corridor.

The curator snapped his eyes open.

The man glanced at his weapon, almost amused. He reached for another magazine, but seemed to think about it before sneering smirked at Sonier's stomach, "This guy won't survive anyway." ”

The curator looked down, and he saw the bullet hole in his white linen shirt. The bullet hole was a few inches below the sternum, and there was blood all around. My abdomen was brutal enough that the bullet didn't hit him in the heart. As a veteran of the Algerian War, the curator had witnessed such horrific delayed deaths before. He had fifteen more minutes to live, because stomach acid was seeping into his chest, and he would be poisoned from the inside.

"Pain is good for people, sir. "That's human.

Then he left.

Now it's just Jacques Saunier. He turned his head to stare at the iron door again. He was trapped inside, and the door couldn't be opened again for at least twenty minutes. By the time someone came to him, he was dead. However, it was not death that frightened him even more.

I have to pass on this secret.

He staggered to his feet, and the image of the three murdered brothers came to his mind. He thought of their forefathers, of the heavy task they had been entrusted with.

An interlocking chain of Keepers.

Despite all the precautions...... In spite of the foolproof plan, Jacques Saunier was now suddenly the only link that existed, the most important keeper of the secret that had been kept for years.

He shuddered and stood up.

I had to figure out how to do it......

He is trapped in the Grand Art Gallery, a world where only one person can take up the torch he relays. Sonnier stared at the walls of the prison, a group of world-famous portraits smiling at him as if they were good friends.

He was convulsing in pain, but he tried to hold himself. He knew that the desperate task ahead of him required him to seize every second of the rest of his life.

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A mysterious murder at the Louvre Museum in Paris opened the curtain on The DaVinci Code.

Robert Langdon, a professor at Harvard University who was on a business trip to Paris, received an anonymous phone call at midnight to learn that the director of the Louvre had been mysteriously killed, and as an expert in semiotics, he was invited to the museum to analyze and investigate a series of mysterious symbols and clues left by the deceased.

After teaming up with the deceased's granddaughter, French police investigator Sophie Neve, the two of them unravel many strange and mysterious symbols and difficult codes. The main character, Robert, discovers that a series of clues are hidden in Leonardo da Vinci's most famous artwork.

He follows the clues and discovers a key that will solve the most difficult mystery in history, and battles it out against Sophie and the mysterious behind-the-scenes manipulators. One after another, the mysteries of history have been thrown out one after another—the reshaping of Jesus Christ by Emperor Constantine, the mystery of the destruction of the Knights Templar, and the ultimate goal of the Xunshan Hermitage.

While pursuing these historical mysteries, Robert has also become a prey to the mysterious forces behind the scenes. The mysterious forces that are approaching step by step,Pushing the protagonists into a desperate situation。 Unless they can solve the most intricate puzzle in history, the shocking secrets and shocking ancient truths that generations of geniuses of the Xunshan Monastery have painstakingly concealed will be lost forever.

As the protagonist approaches the truth step by step, Durant's heart is also hooked step by step, Mary Magdalene, the mysterious son of Jesus, the true leader of Catholicism, these originally plausible legends.

is portrayed vividly in this novel, and no one can believe it. The son of the Messiah, the Knights Templar's greatest secret of the Middle Ages.

As the novel ends, the hero and heroine calm down the shocking secret, and a surprising and convincing metaphorical ending completely erases Durant's emotions.

Amazing, sophisticated!

Durant quietly and secretly observed Sid, looking at his age and reflection, Sid was completely a teenager. But the content of the manuscript is too sophisticated, as if it were written by a veteran writer who has been honed after many best-selling novels.