Chapter 17 Chapter Sixteen

Quesetti still had doubts about the trip to the UK, but his doubts were tempered by excitement once he boarded a luxury private jet.He had never flown in any luxury private jet in his life, nor had anyone he knew.He believes that he should be able to adapt to this luxurious way of travel.As for Mishkin, he had apparently traveled in this way before, and his office had given him a card that allowed him to use a private jet for a certain number of hours a year.If you want to cram a few people in, as it is now, the price is only a little more than first class.That's not expensive if a few thousand dollars is petty money in your eyes, and Mishkin seems to be that kind of guy.On the way to Teedboro Airport in New Jersey, Mishkin tried to explain to Quesetti that he was just a normal guy, not super rich.Yes, his annual income is high, but it can only be said that he has a million-dollar annual income; the real reason he takes a private jet is that he is too big for a normal airliner, otherwise he would love to be with his dear The Chinese lined up together, took off their shoes and accepted the security check.Quesetti really didn't understand why Mishkin wanted him to believe what he said so much, but he remembered that among the film practitioners he had met, some people were full of such tone.Those guys sold six scripts, made six or seven figures, and said they were normal people like everyone else: I bought a Porsche because I had a bad back and an old car with a broken backseat Yes, the seat structure of this car is the best for my spine

The plane the two took was a Gulfstream 100 business jet that can carry eight passengers.However, to Quesetti's surprise, there are only six passengers on the plane: besides him and Mishkin, there are also Mrs. Mishkin and the two dwarfs of the Mishkin family ( Quesetti saw the two kids lingering like gum stuck under theater seats when they arrived at the airport terminal, and the word popped into his head).In addition, there is a guy who looks like an action movie actor, with a scary appearance. It is Mishkin's brother Paul.Apparently, Mishkin's wife and children were on the way, going to Zurich via London.And Mishkin's brother is going to go to London with them on a mission.

Quesetti felt a little weird, because he found Jack.Mishkin seemed unable to control his anger.For example, after they entered the private jet terminal lounge at Teedboro Airport, a figure who appeared to be a big boss walked in.This kind of person seems to have a heavy responsibility, as if the entire business empire depends on him to survive, because he is constantly on the phone with his mobile phone, and his men are obviously lazy and disobedient, which is up to him You can get a glimpse of the management style: he has a loud voice, almost yelling, and he can't leave three sentences in the conversation!Dry!and so on.He kept yelling into the phone to shut up, telling the other party to obey his orders, or tell the other party to step aside and die.This man pissed off Mrs. Mishkin, and the rest of the lounge was embarrassed.Finally, the savage ended the conversation in a commanding tone: Tell that bastard to call me right away!Now!After finishing speaking, he stared at the small electronic device in his hand, and continued to swear.The phone rang a short time later, and the answer was still Wagner's "Valkyrie" theme, and he continued to swear at the jerk who called.At this moment, Mishkin got up and approached the man, approaching him.Mishkin was taller and stared at the man from above. Then Mishkin whispered a few words to him, and the other party replied: Fuck you!Mishkin immediately snatched the phone from the man, snapped it in half, and threw it in the trash.The rest of the passengers in the lounge applauded, and Mishkin walked back to his seat.The obnoxious gentleman took a moment of consternation, then dashed out of the lounge, perhaps to find another cell phone, or to call the police, how it turned out was unknown, as a slender young woman in a tan uniform Appeared from the door to inform Mishkin that it was time to board.

Quesetti was the last to get on the plane, and found an empty seat.The leather of the seat is as slippery as a girl's skin, comfortable enough to make one feel guilty.The female flight attendant in uniform asked him if he wanted some drinks, and he ordered champagne as a matter of course, and what was served was the legendary top Krug champagne, chilled to perfection, with a transparent wine glass and a basket Small biscuits, and a small china basin filled with soft cheese.A man was walking up and down the aisle with a bottle of beer in his hand. He walked up to Quesetti and ate some cheese from a small porcelain bowl.He was Mishkin's brother.Quesetti looked him up and down as the plane taxied across the runway: he was wearing a black sweater, blue jeans and cheap sneakers.Poor relatives?He was reading this morning's New York Times, his eyes just skimming the headlines, as if reading newspapers bored him.Or did he already know what was inside?Quesetti himself read the newspapers in the same way, skimming the headlines and perusing them only when they came across movie reviews.He wondered if the brother could be an actor, he looked really scary; he also wondered, since the brother was so weird, did he have the same genetic origin as Mishkin?

The man suddenly closed the newspaper, folded it and stuffed it into the seat pocket, then turned to Quesetti and said: Just reading these news can make me confused between fact and fiction.I really don't know why I read newspapers other than the fact that the sports scores are real.Probably because I usually lack an outlet to vent, and I am often angry. Then you can tear the newspaper to shreds and trample it. The man smiled, yes, but that sounded more like something my brother would do. He doesn't seem to be in a good temper.Remember the cell phone incident just now? Yes, and, he killed two people.But the strange thing is that he has no temper at all. He is the gentlest and most tolerant person in the world.I'm the grumpy one in the family.

You are confusing me. Well, he's not himself, said the brother: Violence can have a powerful effect on people sometimes.I've seen it a lot in the military where people develop an alternate personality, put on a mask, and then they start to believe they really are that way.When the external environment is beyond their control, the false personality explodes, leaving the soft part inside and revealing the hard part. PTSD? Mishkin's brother gestured his disapproval.If you're going to believe the psychology jargon, so be it.Our culture likes to gather all the irrelevant symptoms of a group of unrelated people under unrelated circumstances, and then give these unrelated symptoms a unified name and stick the label of that term , Just like collecting stamps, I think it is very useful and intellectually feasible, but in fact it doesn't work.My brother used to live in an extremely depressive environment. Although he was very successful in his career, he had long been far away from the living water because of his addiction to certain things.He lives in a lie, and the life built by this lie is very fragile and easily collapsed.

What is he addicted to? God, you are such a nosy guy.But his tone is not too fierce. Quesetti also had to grin and say with a smile: Sorry, I just have this bad habit, because my current job needs to often explore other people's inner world. Ah, I see, you're the playwright who wants to do a movie, Jack seems to have said.Then you have to explore your own heart.What do you think of Tidboro Airport? No depth at all, Quesetti said, imitating the gesture of Mishkin's brother just now.What are you going to do in Europe? Solve family problems. About us?I mean the manuscripts, those secret documents?

It's only indirectly related. Oh, you're a lawyer too, right? I'm not. Hey, if you want to be mysterious, you'd better not try to scare people with esoteric stuff.The best way should be to describe himself as a very boring and fake character. For example, 007 often said that he is a retired civil servant.I just use the movie to remind you. Well well, I am a Jesuit priest. I can accept this role. Then the plane took off. Quesetti had never climbed at such a steep angle. The engine burst into a brief burst of power, the cabin tilted back, and within seconds they were flying into the clouds.

After the plane leveled off, Quesetti said again: I suppose you know everything that's happened up to now, I mean Brace Godo's letters and codes and all that. Oh, I've read those letters, and Jack told me that you've done a bit of research on decoding. What do you think? You mean the possibility of our successful interpretation, and the possibility of finding this unknown Shakespeare play?The chances of success are slim to none.I mean, as you said, we need the correct Katange.But almost 400 years later, what are the chances that the perforated Katange cardboard will be preserved?How do we recognize it?The answer seems fairly obvious.

Then why do you want to follow? The reason I want to follow is that since those ancient documents appeared, in my life, my brother asked me to help him for the first time, and asked me for help twice, which is a headache for him and me Once.I want to encourage him to come to me more because he needs help and I owe it to him.He was very kind to me when I was in prison, and he has been good to me since I was released. Although he looked down on me, he acted out of genuine kindness.If I have the chance, I want to pay him back. How did you end up in jail?Quese questioned him.But he just smiled, shook his head, pulled a thick paperback from his carry-on, put on his glasses and started reading.Quesetti felt very curious, so he took a closer look, and it turned out to be the book "On the Existence of God" by Kong Hansi, a famous contemporary Catholic theologian and thinker.For Quesetti, it was a little strange to use this book as an in-flight reading material, but he really didn't know the man in front of him.So he took out the laptop from his bag, put it on the table in the cabin, turned on the power, and was surprised to find that the small light on the computer that indicated Internet access was on.Of course, the bigwigs flying in a luxury private jet must not be able to bear the inconvenience of not being able to access the Internet during the flight, and the mobile phone may also be used.He put on the headphones, put a piece of Chinese movie "Movie Past" in the CD player, and buried himself in the seat.Ah, of course, there are also power sockets installed on the seats, how can these rich passengers use their own computer batteries?He began to watch the film and felt that the director Xiao Jiang's performance was excellent. He tried his best to eliminate the negative thoughts in his mind (how could she have this opportunity to make a film?), and instead concentrated on giving her a high evaluation.This movie is very similar to "New Paradise", but it is set against the backdrop of the Cultural Revolution.The point is that no matter how bad the art taste of society as a whole, no matter how strict the state's control, it can't stop good movies from shining brightly.

After the movie was over, he called out his files and started writing the script again.His play needed a title, and he typed Caroline.With the words Luo Li, I searched for films with female names as their titles: "Stella Dallas", "Mildred Pierce", "Never Compromise" (Erin Brockovich), "Annie.Hall" (Annie Hall) and so on.After thinking for a long time, I still deleted Caroline.For the words Luo Li, retype the words Shocking Ancient Book and so on Usually, Quesetti wrote very slowly, often deleting a word here and subtracting a word there.But now I write like a god, as if those lines and dialogues were born automatically.He was almost done with the first act, from the fire in the bookstore to the hero's first night at the antique bookseller's clerk's house, the discovery of the manuscript, and so on, including an additional side scene in which Ms. Lori recalls her own childhood nightmare.He read it once and thought it was very good, so good that it was inexplicably good, better than anything he had written before, it felt quite deep, dark, and had the taste of European movies, but the rhythm was still better than serious European movies. Movie is fast.He checked his watch. It had been two hours since takeoff, and it was getting dark outside the window, as the plane passed a large cloud above the Arctic Circle.He stretches, yawns, saves, and stands up to go to the toilet. Returning from the bathroom, he found Mishkin sitting in his seat, seemingly engaged in an intense conversation with his brother. Could you please give us some time?Mishkin asked Quesetti. Of course, big boss, this is your plane.Quesetti replied.He took out his laptop and walked forward, taking the seat that Mishkin had vacated.Across the narrow aisle sat Mrs. Mishkin, or his ex-wife, whose relationship he had not yet figured out.He noticed that the two children were playing with the latest Apple computers.Quesetti had never known the children of the real rich, nor had he ever wondered how they lived.The girl is watching a music video where the rapper sings about dreams made of sex and violence; the boy is playing Warcraft and shooting monsters.Quesetti sat down, while the wife (or ex-wife) across the aisle was resting, her face turned to the window, all she could see was her golden curly hair and her snow-white neck protruding from the gray sweater.He set up his computer and plunged into his fictional universe again. The flight attendant came over, gave him another glass of cold champagne, and put a menu on the table.It appears that on this flight you can order celebrity chef pork or Scottish salmon cold cuts, or a hot dog burger.Quesetti ordered pork, and continued to look at the computer, but noticed a strange sound, like a puppy barking, no, coughing, like a suppressed high-frequency rattle.At first he thought it was the sound coming from the kid's computer, but when he looked up at Mrs. Mishkin, he realized it was her crying. He said: Excuse me, are you okay? She gestured, probably to say, wait a minute or none of your business, and sniffed with a tissue, making a startling noise.She turned her face to him, and his first impression was of a foreigner.Quesetti has always believed that the average American face is featureless, which is completely different from the Americans in the movies.Here is just a good example of how plain the American face is.Mrs. Mishkin has a typical Nordic protruding face, which seems to be born to shine in black and white movies. The tip of her nose and around the eye circles are a little red from crying, which somewhat detracts from her beauty. A little bit, but he still stared at her intoxicated.It was another sign, reminding him that he was not living his real life, but in a scripted world where a shooting occurred.She noticed the look in his eyes, and quickly covered her face and hair with her hands, a bit of a woman's standard reaction when someone saw her coming out of the bathroom. Gosh, I must look ugly.she says. No, you look fine, is there anything I can do for you?Actually, I don't want to be nosy I'm okay, it's just that life is stupid and sometimes you just have to cry. Her accent is also very classic, within a few seconds the Swedish director Ingmar.Bergman or Fassbender would emerge from the cockpit and adjust the lights.What's his next line?He fumbles for certain sentences that fit the world-weary existential tone of the moment. Or have a glass of champagne, he said, raising his glass: drunkenness relieves a thousand worries. She smiled back at the punch line, and it was the biggest smile he'd ever seen, on screen or in real life.Well, she said: just drink the champagne, and the sorrows of the rich will disappear. The flight attendant immediately brought a bottle of wine as ordered, and they all drank some. You're the playwright, she said after her first drink: You're the one who discovered that damned manuscript that ruined our lives.Even so, you are still writing, even though I am in pain, I can still hear you typing away.I'm sorry, I forgot your name. Quesetti reported her name again, and she told him to just call her Emmarie. what do you write script. oh?So what is the content of this script? Champagne made him bold.I will tell you.But you also have to tell me why you cry. She looked at him for a long time, so long that he thought she was starting to be wary of him, but she said again: Do you think this is a fair deal?Swap real life for fiction? If fiction is good enough, it's real life. She paused again, then nodded quickly, yes, I know that's possible too.All right.why i cryBecause I love my husband deeply and he loves me too, but he is miserable and has to sleep with other women.A lot of women can put up with it, cheat themselves, and make marriage a part of the social system, which is called civility in some places, and half the Italians and Latin Americans must be doing it.But I can't, I'm serious, I believe in the sanctity of marriage, I want to be the only one, and he is also my only one, otherwise I can't live.Tell me, are you a man of faith? Well, my family is Catholic This is not the question I want to ask. You mean really religious?I'm afraid not.My mom is religious and I can tell the difference between me and her. What do you believe in: what?Movie? I guess so.Art is my religion, and I think if there is a Holy Spirit, then the Holy Spirit is in great works of art, and yes, some films are works of art.Love is also my belief, and I am probably closer to you than to your husband. I think so.My husband doesn't believe in anything, no, that's not true, he believes that I'm a saint and his father is a devil.But I wasn't, and neither was his father.But he believes so, because it keeps him from thinking he's hurt me: she's a saint, so of course she's never jealous, is she?In this way, he doesn't have to forgive his father for what he did to him. He never said what wrong his father did.He is a kind and benevolent man, but he wants the world to run the way he does.That's why I cry.Now, can you talk about your film? Quesetti then opened up to talk about the script he was writing, and told her about the real-world prototype of the script: about Lori and their sad and short encounter; he also talked about his life and how he wanted to live.She listened intently, hardly saying a word, unlike his mother, who was full of bad ideas and not shy about sharing them.When he had finished, Emma's tone of voice expressed genuine admiration for him.You just picture it all in your head, it's amazing, I'm amazed.I don't have any creative cells in my body, except I can make a few children, and other trivial things, like decorating, cooking, and making a lot of money, is that creative?I don't think so. But that's definitely very useful.Quesetti said he lacked that talent. I guess so, but it's low art anyway.It's like the utility industry, people keep saying how it's not worth our time, and it really isn't.This is also the reason why it is difficult for rich people to go to heaven. That's when the flight attendant appeared from behind the curtain and began serving dinner.Emma tells her toddler to unplug their headphones and eat what she calls a civilized meal.Quesetti turned his chair to face the table, and also found that the little boy was opposite the wide wood-grained table in front of him.There was a tablecloth on the table, china and tableware, and a white rose in a small flowerpot.It appears that Mishkin decided to dine with his brother rather than with his own family.After a few minutes, Quesetti knew why Mishkin didn't want to eat with the two kids: the two dead kids talked wildly while eating, the boy in particular was amazing, eating a big bowl of round cereal while talking; The girl spends most of her time flattering her mother: where to shop, where to go shopping, what she can do after arriving in Switzerland, and what she doesn't want to do.Mother Emily's attitude toward her daughter was firm but exhausting.Quesetti thought there would probably be a tearful and screaming mother-daughter quarrel among the towering Alps.Out of politeness, Quese asked the boy which computer game he was playing, and the boy began to rattle off all his history in World of Warcraft, every avatar he had in the game, every treasure he won, every The only defeated monster, the child's words flowed like a torrential river, and Quesetti couldn't help but interrupt the conversation by inserting a social phrase or two.These words are really boring, and even the taste of the top sliced ​​meat and red wine is greatly reduced.Quesetti wanted to stab the boy with a steak knife. His mother must have felt it, too, and said: Don't forget, Nico, we have an agreement that after you have finished speaking, let someone else speak too.The boy stopped suddenly in the middle of a sentence, as if turning off the radio suddenly, and said to Quesetti: Now it's your turn to speak. Can we talk about something other than Warcraft? OK, how many pennies are in that cubic foot of penny piles? I have no idea. Forty-nine thousand one hundred and fifty-two pieces.What about a cubic meter? No no no, it's me now.What is your favorite movie? Nico thought about it for a long time, especially because he felt the need to review the plot carefully in his head, but in the end he decided that it would be the first episode of "Jurassic Park".The movie was, of course, on Nico's hard drive, and he had seen it forty-six times.Quesetti let him play the film and promised to tell him how the effects were done.The two use a pair of headphones on the same computer, and it's almost like geek on geek.Quesetti deeply felt that he and the little boy were also providers of dry facts, to a similar degree. The pilot announced that he was about to land at London's Biggin Hill Airport, which is reserved for private jets.They returned the seat to the forward position and buckled up the seat belt.The flight attendant handed out hot towels, and Emmarie smiled and said to Quesetti: Thank you for dealing with Nico, you are so kind. no problem. Most people react the same way, because Nico is not cute.But even unlovable people need love, and it's pathetic to have to love them, and I think you're one of them. Quesetti didn't know how to answer, but just thought of Luo Li.Of course she's not cute, but does he love her?If so, does it matter?After all, it was impossible for him to meet her again. The plane landed smoothly and taxied to the terminal building quickly.Heavy rain poured down, hitting the windows.Quesetti and the Mishkin brothers shook hands, and Emma.Mishkin unexpectedly pecked Quesetti on the cheek and said: Thank you for chatting with me and Nico.Hope you actually make your own movie. At this time Jack.Mishkin stood on the aisle, forming a strong pressure behind Quesetti. He felt strongly that he was a light bulb, so he got off the plane quickly.The air terminal was small, clean, and efficient-looking, and a small group of uniformed ladies led him through customs and immigration.This service is designed for the rich, and Quesetti has never experienced it before. A Mercedes limousine was already waiting outside, and there was a man standing beside him, holding a huge umbrella.Ten minutes later, Quesetti got into the Mercedes, followed by Paul and Jack.Brother Mishkin, then the car moved on. Where are you going?Queser asked. Going to the city, Jack replied: I have to deal with some legal business, very trivial, but if successful, it will cover the cost of the trip and make my firm happy, at least so that they will not be so upset with me.It should probably take a day or so.I'm sure you can have a lot of fun in London, Paul will show you around, he qualifies as a world traveler. sounds good.Quesetti said, after that? We will visit Oliver at Oxford University.Mr. March, return Booth Zhuo's personal belongings, and see if you can get some clues about what happened to him here last summer.In this way, we only need to move our ears. They lived in a small, elegant hotel in Knightsbridge, but Paul did not follow him.My brother doesn't like flashy exteriors.Mishkin explained this later in the hotel bar, where he drank a few glasses of Scotch and Quesetti drank only a little. I believe he's gone to his dear religious brother to arrange our safety. Is he a security guard? No, he was a Jesuit priest. real?He told me about it, but I thought he was lying to me. How could a priest know about security? Well, Paul has a wide range of expertise and interests, as I think you'll see later.Don't you often hear about those elite killers who intend to assassinate the Pope recently? I often feel that he must have participated.What do you think of my lovely family? They seem to be friendly.Quesetti said cautiously. They are really friendly, friendly as magpies, too friendly for me.My wife is Swiss, did you know that?The Swiss are very friendly, which is their specialty, as well as chocolate and money.switzerland was a very poor country before ww2 and all of a sudden it's rich because their factories provide nazis with all kinds of hi-tech products, but you can't blow them up because they're a goddamn neutral country and germany So much money was stolen from the genocidal Jews, I really wonder what happened to that money.Let alone a work of art.My father-in-law has an amazing collection of Impressionists and Post-Impressionists, Renoirs, Dougats, Kandinskys, Braques, you name it. really. I won’t lie to you, he was a bank clerk before World War II, how could he be able to collect these paintings?Is it just friendliness?My kids are half Swiss, which means they're only half friendly, as you can probably tell.Quesetti, you should be observant, because you are very creative, you are a writer by profession, you always observe and write.By now, you should have seen through Emmale, the kids, and me. Do you think of any scripts you could write?The story of the Mishkins on the big screen, with his half-Jewish half-Nazi partner, wouldn't be kind.Have another drink, Quesetti!Drink a glass of Kemen Botan, the wine of your generation. I think it's better than beer.To be honest, I'm a little jet-lagged, so nonsense!Give me a drink of Komon Botan, everyone knows it's the best thing to do with jet lag.Bartender, please give this man a Comont Boden, get yourself another, and give me another, big one. The bartender was a dark-skinned guy, a little older than Quesetti. Before he poured the drink, he met Quesetti's eyes and asked, "This elk may make trouble in my bar later, do you want to come?" Take him before he gets out of hand?Quesetti looked weakly at the ground. You thought I was drunk, didn't you?Mishkin seemed to be aware of the special atmosphere floating in the air, so he asked: You thought I was out of control, ha, you were wrong, I never lost control, maybe sometimes, but now is not that time.To paraphrase my mother-in-law, Jews don't get drunk, the only good thing in her daughter's dishonorable marriage.They didn't let me fool me because I belonged to their only, holy, Catholic Church.Jews are excellent providers, make money, cool down oh yeah, and they won't beat you up, my mother-in-law really said that, reclining on her silk couch with a hanging Looking at the painting she stole by the dead Jewish painter Renoir.Do you know, Quesetti, the Catholic Church in Southern Europe is extremely anti-Semitic, and most of the Nazis believed in Catholicism, like Hitler and Heydrich.What about you, Quesetti?Are you Catholic and are you also anti-Semitic?Do you also despise those Jews who control the media? I am half Irish.Quesetti said. Oh, that's good, then you get away with it.The Irish are famously free of racism.I support my mother's stance, so it's half anti-semitic, but don't you think it's funny that all the Nazi bosses look a little bit Jewish?Goebbels, Heimel, Heydrich were always beaten up in the backyard of the school because the kids thought he was a Jew, and although he was Aryan, he had a big fat, soft jewish ass.By comparison, my grandfather was a true Aryan, and so was my mother, who was his daughter after all, and my wife.do you think my wife is prettyQuesetti?attractive? Well, she's kind, Quesetti replied.He also found that the place where he was sitting was a bit far from the exit. The place was so small, and Mishkin was so huge that he might not be able to escape later. It was like being trapped in the bathroom with a gorilla. Oh, she's better than that, Quesetti, I have hot pussy in my Emma.I saw you guys had a lot of fun chatting on the plane and you got a little kiss at the end, where else are you planning to meet?I mean, I wouldn't be surprised at all, it's my compensation for her.I've slept with forty or fifty women since I got married, so I have nothing to say, do I?Go after her, my boy, and leave this stupid Shakespeare behind, and go to Zurich, where they live at 114 Strausstrasse in Kreuzbühl, and you can follow her in the little yellow bed of her teenage years. She loves it, and I'm even going to give you some advice about tricks she likes, like I'm going to bed.Quesetti spoke, and slid off the high chair at the bar. It's still early!Mishkin shouted.Quesetti felt his arm being grasped. Instinctively, he grabbed the undrinked glass of Kombodan from the bar and threw it on Mishkin's face.Mishkin wrinkled his face and wiped it with his free hand, but still did not let go of him.The bartender went around the bar and told Mishkin to leave.Mishkin shook Quesetti vigorously, and said to the bartender, "It's okay, I was just explaining to this gentleman how to have sex with my wife, and he threw a glass of wine on my head. Do you think this is reasonable?" At this point the bartender made a blunder, grabbing Mishkin's arm, perhaps trying to pre-empt the strike, but the burly Mishkin let go of Quesetti, throwing the bartender behind the bar and into the pile of sparkling hair. In a bright, bottle-filled wine cabinet.Quese ran away. Instead of waiting for the elevator, he ran up the stairs to the third floor and went straight back to his room. Quesetti left the hotel early the next morning and went to the British Film Institute, where he watched Jean."Man Overboard" and "Rules of the Game" directed by Renoir.Originally, he could have continued to stay there and watch "The Great Illusion", but when he was looking for water outside the porch, someone tugged at his sleeve. He turned around and saw that it was Paul.Mishkin.He was wearing a leather jacket and a priest's attire, and Quesetti thought he looked like an actor playing a priest. How do you know I'm here? Where else could you go?It can't be Madame Tussauds.Come with me, plans change. Has there been a change? We are going to Oxford University soon, the car is outside. What about the things left in the hotel? It's all taken, packed and packed in the car.Come on, the question can be saved for later. The Mercedes was parked in the street, and Jack sat in the back seat, wearing a straight-striped scarf, heavy gloves, and a tweed cap pulled down over his head.Quesetti was a little taken aback when Paul sat in the front seat, it was a big mistake!Quesetti sat in the back seat, as far away from Jack as possible.Mishkin.Jack said nothing.A sliver of visible skin poking out from his collar looked ashy as a reptilian coat. They drove out of town, through the suburbs, and soon onto the highway.Quisetti noticed that Paul often stared in the rearview mirror of the car, carefully checking the vehicles behind him, which was very different from ordinary car passengers. What has changed in the plan?After the car drove for several kilometers, there was still no explanation, so Quesetti asked. There are two reasons for the change.One, there are several groups of people following us, they are very professional, real experts, not like those jerks who hang out with you in New York; two, after Jack's behavior in the bar last night, the hotel asked him to leave.Instead of looking for another hotel in London, we decided to go straight to Oxford, spend the night there, and meet the person we were looking for in the morning. I want to know more about those so-called experts, Quesetti said, if they are really that good, how do you find them? Because we hired a firm, and better experts, didn't we, Mr. Brown? This sentence is said to the driver.The driver replied: Yes, sir.從今早奎塞提先生離開旅館那一刻起，他就被跟蹤了。他們當然也跟著你從耶穌教會旅社到聖歐拉夫牡鹿教堂。他們開一輛藍色的ＢＭＷ，此刻正在我們三個車身之外，前方還有一台紫紅色的福特，就在外線那輛白色貨車前面。 布朗先生所屬的保全公司非常有名，而且很貴。保羅解釋，所以我們有錢是件好事。 有可能會發生飛車追逐戰？ 也許，至少會有一場真正的瓦斯氣爆。你想不想知道我在聖歐拉夫教堂找到什麼？ 埋藏聖杯地點的線索？ almost.你記得布瑞斯葛斗寫下密碼的關鍵，吾母躺下之地，而他母親就葬在聖凱薩琳柯曼教堂。很不幸，聖凱撒琳教堂雖然僥倖逃過大火，卻躲不過倫敦舊城的人口凋零，也躲不過令人傷感的無信仰浪潮，所以在一九二六年也頹敗了。一九二六年，教區統一設置在聖歐拉夫牡鹿教堂，所以我去了那裡。 這就是你穿戴神父服裝的原因。 對，保羅神父要做地理小調查。顯然，聖凱薩琳教堂湮沒之後，就把教堂墓地遷移到伊爾福特公墓，但是在教堂底下還留有地下室。地下室有一道門，門上鑲著窗，上頭覆蓋著一片小型的三角銅板，上頭有穿孔讓光線透進，穿的孔形狀像株垂柳樹。聖凱撒琳教堂重建時，銅板和其他教堂裡貴重物品和重要記事，一起放到了聖歐拉夫教堂裡，放在小禮拜室裡的一個玻璃櫃中展出。 你去看了嗎？Queser asked. 沒有，我問的那位修士說，去年夏天有人闖進教堂下手偷竊，沒動任何東西，只拿走一塊板子，我想現在我們可以合理認定就是那片卡丹格。另外還有一件很有趣的事情，就在板子被偷之前，有個年輕女人拜訪過教堂，她找遍教堂裡的銅器，還開口詢問還有沒有其他聖凱薩琳柯曼教堂留下的家具或是銅器，於是修士向她展示好幾樣物品。她照了很多照片，還拓印一塊地下室的窗戶平板。幾天後，那東西就不見了。 Jack.米希金激動起來，清了清喉嚨，米蘭達，他說。幾乎同一時間，奎塞提也大叫，羅莉！ 第六封加密信（殘篇之二） 那兩個人抓住我，我縱使奮力掙扎也無法掙脫。箱子翻倒了，被偷的硬幣散落一地。莎士比亞先生將燭火舉起到我的臉旁說：這是怎麼回事？從你朋友身上偷錢？從我身上？他臉上露出的表情不禁令我淚水潸潸流下。然後他溫柔地扶我坐到椅子上，要抓住我的人等一下，並也坐了下來對我說：你不是小偷，你有需要用錢的話，怎麼不來找自己的表哥呢？我難道不會幫助你嗎？聽到這句話，我又流下了更多淚水，覺得自己的心都要碎了。我說：不是的，你太好了，而我只是個骯髒的叛徒，根本不是你的朋友，因為這幾個月，我都在密謀陷害你，現在我自己陷入了糾結不清的陰謀，看不清我的路，也看不清面前的問題。他說：理查，你現在一定要向我告解，我來當你的修道士，沒有人會知道我們之間說了什麼的。 於是，爵爺，我告訴他所有事了，我在這封信前就有跟您提過，包括鄧巴頓爵爺、彼葛先生、瑪麗女王的劇等等所有的陰謀。還有之後我早上在聖克雷蒙巷羔羊酒館發現的事，當時那兩名謀殺犯緊緊威脅我的安全。說到這裡，他面色嚴肅，摸了鬍子好一會兒說：理查，你這傻孩子，我們一定要奮力掙扎，逃出這些網。我說：喔，表哥，求求你原諒我。他回答：好，你還太年輕，不足以面對這些事，你被這些惡棍逼著進行這些陰謀，非救你出來不可，免得你被吊死。還不須絕望，因為我可不是小孩子。 然後他來來回回在房間踱步好幾次，開口說：所以，你知道維瑞被關在倫敦塔裡嗎？就是給你羅徹斯特公爵的假造信，啟動一切詭計的那位。我說：我不知道，這消息對我們來說有什麼意義嗎？他說：哎呀，維瑞是羅徹斯特爵爺的人，如果他被抓起來，就代表他會被發現有參與反對西班牙聯姻的陰謀，被偵訊是遲早的事，到時一切就會曝光，而我們寫劇的事就會被揭發。因此他們現在必須清掉所有線索：你和我都要死，劇要被燒掉，這樣鄧巴頓爵爺被問到時才能說：沒有啊，陛下，這只是一位被拷問的人幻想出來的，我完全沒有參與。最後也沒有人能拆穿他的謊言。 我問說我們要怎麼逃過這一劫，我該做些什麼。他回答：你會使劍嗎，小子？我說：隨便揮一揮而已，因為我是炮手，從來沒有學過防禦。他說：沒關係，我們找斯貝、懷特和強森先生來幫忙，他常說他殺過人之類的，再加上我。what did I say?you?他說：沒錯。我不是比法蘭德斯一半的西班牙人還經歷過更多決鬥嗎？我說：是啦，可是是拿假劍。他說：你這麼想嗎？我腰帶上這把劍可不是裝飾品，小子，我不是曾經有一千個夜晚，帶著一袋袋賣票得來的銀幣，穿越肖爾迪區，用我的劍與搶匪和惡棍打鬥嗎？你去問斯貝，看我能不能使劍，因為就是他教我的，我想他會說我是他最後一位徒弟。因此，莎士比亞今晚即將拔劍。戰慄吧，你們這群殺人者！ 所以我們聚集了眾人的力量，斯貝、懷特、莎士比亞和強森先生一起在南沃克的喬治酒館碰面。那天晚上，我和莎士比亞單獨出發，其他人和我們保持一段距離。結果，我們遇上了一群暴徒，我想約有三、四個人。我拔了劍，但有人打了我的頭，害我倒在地上。 我一時什麼都看不清，只看到陣陣黑影和微微的火光。當我再次站起身時，我看到莎士比亞舞著劍，並聽到有人痛苦地大叫。他大喊：喔，我砍到你了，渾蛋。接著，眾人便加入來幫忙我們打鬥，但我只能跪在地上嘔吐。不過最後，我們戰勝了，兩個惡煞也死了。斯貝推來一台手推車，把屍體放在上面。他說：我把他們拿去餵魚。