The security guard, Claude Gruard, was teetering above his lying captive
In front of the Mona Lisa. You said that son of a bitch, Jack Sonnir! Sauniere, who was Gretard's father, and his security team, who loved and respected him, wanted nothing more than to pull the trigger and bury a bullet in me.
Robert Langdon appeared, since he was a high-ranking observer, he was one of the few bodyguards to guard an active weapon. But he reminded himself that killing Langdon would be a very merciful act compared to the misery he would see at the hands of Bizu Fash and the French prison system. Gruard grabbed his radio from a belt and tried to send a signal of support, but he didn't.
Only a noise is heard. This is because the extra electronic radar system in this room always sabotages communication between the guards. I have to go to the hospital. Gruard took his duck back to the doorway, still pointing his gun at Langdon, and when he made his third move, he spotted something that made him hang up without moving you! What the hell
There was a mysterious mirage incarnating near the center of the room. Someone's remained. Is there a
Anyone else in the room? There was a woman moving in the dark, gently walking towards the far left wall
And she had a violet-colored ray of light that was waved forward and cheek up.
The floor of the room is like looking for something with a colored flashlight. Sal Gruard feels a wave of adrenaline unleashing in him for the second time."
In the last two seconds, a crude no longer knows where to point his gun.
MT. The woman answered quietly while still sweeping the floor of the room
Technical and scientific police? Gruard was already sweating. I thought you were all right.
She was now familiar with the ultra-radiant light that was always present in the technical and scientific police team, but did not understand why the judicial police might be called
To look for a clue in this place.
Say what your name is!" Gruard cried out and his intuition that there was something, it wasn't incomplete.
"G".
"That's me," he answered in quiet French. Sophie novo.
There, deep in Gruard's memory, the name was Edo Maloof. Sophie Novo. That was a name.
Sunyer's granddaughter, right? She used to come here when she was little, but that was years ago. It couldn't have been her and even if Sophie Novo wasn't so secretive that he had to trust her, Gruard had heard many rumors of disagreement
What happened between Sauniere and his granddaughter.
"You know me, the woman was devoured, and Robert Langdon didn't say grandpa. Believe me
Superintendent Gruard Leann didn't have her word on the boutique. I need some backup and try it on.
His walkie again, but he only heard interference. With the entrance still 20 yards away from the sliver, Gruard slowly retreated and decided to leave his gun pointed at a man on the ground. And as he was going back, he could see the woman on the other side of the room, raising her noise in the ultraviolet light and pounding the glass in a painting.
Huge, holed up on the far end of the Hall of State, right next to the Muleza.
Gruard's longing... And he realized that I was the only one who could help him.
What in God's name does she think she's doing?
And at the other end of the room, Sophie felt a cold sweat dripping on her jewel and he was
Langdon is still on the ground, arms and legs crooked. Hang in there, Robert. A moment and I'll distract you and meet her that the guard will never really fire on either of them again, distracting her once again to the evening at hand now. SO IT TOTALLY SCRAPED THE AREA SURROUNDING A SPECIFIC PAINTING -- ANOTHER WORK BY DA VINCI, BUT ULTRAVIOLET RAYS DIDN'T REVEAL ANYTHING EXTRAORDINARY. No. Nothing on the ground, not on the walls, not even on the board! Theres just a guy here
Sophie felt absolutely certain that she had understood her grandfather's purpose correctly.
The masterpiece he is examining was a five-foot-long painting. It was the scene he painted.
Da 'Tchie had the Virgin Mary sitting in a western position with the infant Christ, John the Baptist, and the angel Uriel on a dangerous spur of rock.
When Sophie was young, no trip to the Mona Lisa was complete
Find her across the room to see this second painting. But I don't see what you want me to see.
Sophie was listening to the guard behind her, trying again to ask for help by
The transmitter is not going to work.
And she recovered a picture of the message you'd encountered on the condom in front of the Mona Lisa.
So the painting was not there to fool the man
In front of her with a protective glove on which he can write any message. And Sophie knew that her grandfather could not begin to disfigure this little girl by writing directly to me, Gayla hesitated. I won't be writing on it from the front. She looked up at the top of the panel and stared at the dangling chains of
The stew to hold the board.
Could you be here any minute? I grabbed the left side of the plaid wooden frame.
Then you pulled it off. The painting was large, and her invisible ducks twisted as she rocked it away from the bastion. Sophie tumbled her sleeve and her carcass behind the painting and forced the black hole to view her from behind, and it took only a few seconds to realize that her intuition was our line. Lost
The painting in the back was a colon palette, and there was no purple text on it, there was this. Just the color brown on the old ones, and a moment!
WOOLS EYES ARE PLUNGED TO THE BRIGHT GLASS OF A PIECE OF METAL NEAR THE BOTTOM EDGE
The flannel, the dreaded frame, it was a small thing, and it was partially tucked into the notch where the fabric met the frame. From it came a shiny gold chain. Sophie was amazed at the sight of the golden key attached to the chain.
With his wide, polished head that was a cross and stamped with the flower shape of this key she hasn't seen since she was nine years old. And in that P.S. For a moment, Sophie felt her grandfather's ghost whispering into her. When the time comes, the key will be yours, so I felt a lump in her throat and realized that her grandfather had kept his promise even in his death. This one opens a box, and he used to say to her, where he kept so many secrets, I now leave Sophie the whole point of the pun they spent the night.
It was access to this key that her grandfather kept when he was killed.
And whoever didn't want to be in the hands of the police hid it behind the painting and created it.
The genius riddles to make sure only Sophie finds him.
Sophie quickly grabbed the key from behind the board and slipped it into her pocket with the X-ray pen.
Ultraviolet.
She took a look behind the board and saw the guard who was still trying.
He calmly asked for backup via radio transmitter, and was retreating towards the entrance with his gun still pointed firmly at Langdon. Help?" He screamed again on his radio.
It's confusing.
He couldn't send out a signal.
Tourists carrying mobile parking Spaces often felt frustrated here when they tried to contact their country to celebrate their sighting of the Mona Lisa. The reason for this was the additional surveillance wires within the walls, which made it impossible to pick up a signal unless the caller was outside the room. The guard was now quickly retreating towards the exit. Sophie realized she had to act right away and when Sophie looked up at the big painting she was hiding behind, she realized that
Leonardo da Vinci was there again to help her, just five more meters. Gruard said to himself, he kept his gun pointed.
Tuff! Or I'll be ruined! The woman's voice echoed throughout the room.
". Gruard stared at her and stood still. Oh, my God, no.
And by the red light, he could see that the woman had lifted up the big painting.
And I pulled her out of her chain and her bracelet on the floor in front of her, the five-foot-long painting almost completely concealed her body.
The first thing that came to his mind was his admiration for what blocked the wires attached to
The painting from the management whistle launch. But he remembers that because of what happened tonight, the vacuum wire sensors had to be reset to the artwork. What does this woman do when he sees what she 's doing, it' s boiling blood in his veins
The debate begins to emerge from the frame, and the thin boundaries of the Virgin Mary form.
And the baby Jesus and John the Baptist are deformed.
No!" Gruard screamed, and in awe, he stood there watching the davichi
It's priceless about to be ripped apart. The woman kneeled toward the center of the painting from behind." Allah Allah."
Gruard quickly threw and pointed his gun at her, but he showed you right away that her threat was...
Empty. The canvas was cloth, but it was impenetrable - it was a shield worth six million dollars
I can't shoot a Da Vinci painting!
Jana said in quiet French, or I'll tear this one up.
"The painting by Kate, you know how seriously I feel about that. "Please... Do not rest. This is The Rock Lady?" My tumor.
His gun, his radio, and then he put his hands over his head.
"Thank you," said the woman. Now you do what I say.
Bram.
Moments later, Langdon's heart was still pounding as he descended on Sophie's stairs
They haven't spoken a word since they left the stunned Louvre guard lying on the ground in the Hall of States. The guard's pistol was now in the grip of Latingdon, who could not wait to get rid of it. And the gun felt dangerously insensitive and seductive.
Lingon, running down the steps of peace, indulged in whether Sophie Adni had
An idea of the inestimable value of the oak she was about to lose, and it seemed amusing to think of tonight's adventure. The Da Vinci painting she silencing was like the Mona Lisa of. It sparked controversy among art historians because of the hidden set of heresy symbols. I chose a precious hostage, he said on the run
Lady of the Rocks, "I answered, but I didn't choose her, my grandfather chose her. And he left me Sheena.
Behind the plaque.
Langdon gave her a stunned look. "What? But how did you know that? Why is the rock lady
Madonna of the rocks
She smiled triumphantly. 'So ark the con of man man is so foul.
I missed two shirts, Burt. I didn't intend to let the third one strengthen.
