Chapter XXIX: The Vatican

On the east bank of the Tiber River in the Roman city, on a bench on the bank, a couple sits intimately huddled together, bowing their heads and holding a tourist brochure studying. As they read the booklet, they looked up from time to time and pointed across the river to St. Peter's Square.

Not far from them, there is a bench for visitors to rest, on which only one person sits, he is an old man, gray hair, but his face is red ~ moist, and he looks in good spirits. He wears a plaid shirt and is striking with a precious sapphire brooch pinned to his left chest, which shines in the bright morning sun of the Apennines.

The old man was holding a copy of the Italian Corriere della Sera reading with relish.

At this time, a taxi stopped at a taxi stand on the side of the road, and as soon as the door opened, a beautiful blonde walked down. She is very beautiful, with snow-white skin and delicate facial features, just like an angel in a painting of the Holy See.

She stood on the side of the road, looking at the Vatican City across the river, then took out one large sunglasses from her handbag and put them on herself. Her high heels made a pleasant crisp sound and gracefully walked towards the river.

When she passed by the old man's bench reading the newspaper, she found that there was a person sitting here, so she stopped and sat down not far from the old man.

Not far in front of her, several tourists, including couples with their children, were taking pictures on the side of the river's guardrail. They had a great time, and from time to time there was a happy laugh, and the joyous mood seemed to infect her, and the beautiful blonde took her mobile phone from her handbag, turned on the camera, and included the tourists who were taking pictures, and took a picture with St. Paul's Square on the west bank of the Tiber as a backdrop.

After filming, she looked at the effect and seemed to be dissatisfied with the deletion and prepared to reshoot, but by this time the tourists by the river had already left.

The blonde was disappointed, sighed slightly, and turned to find a young couple discussing a tourist brochure on the bench down the steps. She seemed to see very few Orientals, and she thought it was a novelty. And the pair of Orientals, the handsome man and the charming and moving woman, was a sight in itself, so the blonde raised the camera again.

The old man reading the newspaper seemed to be disturbed by the sound of the blonde woman taking pictures, frowned, folded the newspaper he was reading in half, gently placed it on the bench, and then picked up the cane beside him, stood up, and left north along the sightseeing steps by the river.

The blonde put the phone in her handbag, tilted her head, saw the newspaper left by the old man, and reached out to pick it up carelessly. I saw a huge black headline with the huge black headline "Pope Francis preaching the doctrine in St. Peter's Square the day after tomorrow" with a huge color poster of Pope Francis.

But it's worth noting that underneath the headline, there is a large green pencil draw with a checkmark.

Seeing this match, the blonde beauty showed a subtle smile, she suddenly stood up, walked up the steps, and came to the side of the road, at this time the traffic was bustling, but she was lucky, just stood still, a taxi drove up.

The blonde pulled open the door of the back seat and sat down.

"To the ,...... of Castel Sant'Angelo"

Mr. Yagob, the owner of the National Museum of Castel Sant'Angelo, was holding a magnifying glass to bury himself in an ancient parchment manuscript when suddenly the retro phone on his desk made a beeping sound.

Mr. Yagob, who was indulging in his research, was interrupted, he frowned, put down the magnifying glass in his hand very dissatisfied, grabbed the phone, and reprimanded without saying anything, "Martha, do you remember that I once said that I should not be disturbed while I was working? ”

On the other end of the phone was the voice of a middle-aged woman who was sincerely afraid, "Mr. Yagob, I'm sorry, that young blonde girl insisted on seeing you, and said that if you heard her name, you would definitely see her!" ”

"I don't know any pretty blondes!" Mr. Yagob said angrily.

"I'm sorry sir!" The middle-aged woman's voice said even more confusedly, "I'll let her go!" ”

"Wait," said Mr. Yagob, who thought to himself, "the girl has blonde hair?" She didn't say what her last name was? ”

"Yes sir," replied the middle-aged woman on the phone, "she has very beautiful long golden hair, I have never seen such a natural color, it is really beautiful......"

"What's her name!" Mr. Yagob raised his voice, interrupting his assistant's nagging.

"Dracula, An'an. Dracula! Mr. Yagob's female assistant said, "What a strange name." Probably not the real name......"

"Let her in right now!" Mr. Yagob hung up the phone.

His female assistant hung up the phone when she heard the click, and couldn't help but be stunned, but she seemed to be used to being hung up like this, she just shrugged her shoulders, muttered a few complaints that only she could understand, and while putting down the phone, she raised her head and said as friendly as she could to the blonde in front of her, "Director Yagob is waiting for you." ”

As he spoke, he made a "please come in" gesture.

An An smiled at her and walked towards the huge and quaint mangrove door, she held the golden handle, pushed it gently, and then stepped in.

Yagob's female assistant sat down, took a pen from the pen holder, opened the visitor registration book, and was about to fill it up, but paused, and after thinking about it, she shook her head, slammed the registration book back on, and then threw the pen into the pen holder. I got up and walked to the bathroom.

When the thoughtful female assistant returned from the bathroom, she saw Director Yagob coming out of his office with a cool hat, and he closed the door and said to her, "Martha, I'll go out for a while, and if anyone comes to visit, say I'm working, not a guest!" ”

"Yes sir!" The female assistant Martha hurriedly replied, but the respectable assistant hurriedly asked very professionally, "Anyone?" ”

"Of course, anyone!" Curator Yagob replied to her with some displeasure, and he put on his hat and walked away.

"Yes sir, goodbye sir!" Martha, the female assistant, said to the back of Curator Yagob.

"Goodbye Martha." Curator Yagob said without looking back before boarding the elevator.

A high-class van elevator wrapped in mahogany upholstery led Director Yagob to the ground floor, while his assistant, Madame Martha, glanced curiously at her boss's confined office door, and with great difficulty squeezing off the gossip of what was going on, she shook her head and made herself a cappuccino, sat back in her chair, took a sip of her coffee, and then secretly opened her Twitter ......

Outside the northern part of the Roman wall, Borghese Park is the most expansive green space in the center of Rome, and it is crowded with people from morning to night for morning exercise and leisure, but the area is even quieter with the shadow of small vendors. It has become the best place for urbanites to escape the hustle and bustle of the city and get back to nature.

On the west side of Parque Borghese along the old city wall to the Tiber River is the old part of the city of Rome, which is dotted with many sightseeing spots, but it is also a place of filth. Window brothels and speakeasies of all stripes are scattered throughout the Old Town, savage and wanton like poisonous mold.

Mr. Yagob, the director of the National Museum of Castel Sant'Angelo, appeared in this place where he should not have been, and although his face was covered by a huge cool hat, he was still not at ease, and pulled down the brim of his hat again.

He seemed to be careless, but in fact he turned around a few alleys very carefully, and then walked straight down a downward alley, step by step.

The alley is so narrow that two people can barely pass side by side. The walls on both sides are so high that the sun never shines at the bottom of the alley, making it both damp ~ wet and a little gloomy.

Curator Yagob walked along the wet~slippery gravel path to the depths of the alley, which was also the bottom of a steep slope, and a speakeasy appeared in front of it.

Two strong, tower-like black men stand beneath the neon-lit billboard at the entrance to the bar.

The thin Curator Yagob walked straight towards the two fierce black men, and when he got closer, one of the black men with a hideous face suddenly stretched out his arm thicker than the pavilion's ~ legs, blocking his way, "Hey, old guy, are you lost?" This is not the place to be! ”

Curator Yagob glanced at the thick~ strong arm in front of him blocking the way, and saw that there was a tattoo pattern of two swords crossed on it, but he was not afraid, just silently unbuttoned a few shirts on his chest, and then gently pulled it open.

The big black man who stood in the way glanced at it, frowned, said nothing, and withdrew his arm.

"Thank you!" Curator Yagob buttoned his buttons as he walked through the bar door.

It turned out that he also had a tattoo on his chest that was exactly the same as that of the big black man, but his tattoo was on the chest, and the tattoo was smaller and more difficult to find.

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