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    ¡°Then how did he spread the news?¡±

    ¡°We don¡¯t know for sure, but it was most likely through print. He published many books and business newsletters over the years.¡±

    "The Holy See has undoubtedly seen these works. They sound dangerous."

    "That's true. But the mark has spread out."

    "But no one has actually found it?"

    "No. But the strange thing is that any place that alludes to this mark - such as the logs of the Keng Niang Society, ancient scientific journals, and the letters of the Keng Dad Sect - all refer to this mark by a number."

    "Is it 666?"

    Zhiqiu smiled.  "It's actually Five Zero Three."

    "what does that mean?"

    "None of us could figure out what it meant. I was obsessed with the number five and three and tried everything to figure it out - numerology, reference maps, dimensions, everything."  Zhiqiu said, walking to the end of the aisle, he turned around and scanned the next row of signs.  "For many years the only clue seemed to be that 503 began with the number fivea sacred number among the scumbags." He paused.

    "I feel like you figured it out recently, and that's why we're here."

    "Not bad." Zhiqiu said, letting himself be intoxicated with pride for a precious moment.  "Are you familiar with a book written by that guy?"

    "Of course I am familiar with it. It is a scientific book that is very famous among scientists and eventually sold out."

    Out of stock is not the word Zhiqiu would use, but he knows the meaning of secret.  In the early 1730s, the guy wanted to publish a book that supported heliocentrism, but the Vatican banned its publication.  Unless the book is filled with equally convincing evidence for the church's geocentric theory - a doctrine that the guy knows to be absolutely wrong.  However.  He had no choice but to comply with the church's request and publish a book that would equalize the right and wrong views.

    "You may know," Zhiqiu said, "Although the guy compromised, Shu was still regarded as a heretic, and the Holy See put him under house arrest."

    ¡°No good deed goes unpunished.¡±

    Zhiqiu smiled.  "So true. Yet the guy persisted, and while under house arrest, he secretly wrote a less famous book. Scholars often confuse the two."

    Momo nodded.  "I have heard."

    Zhiqiu stopped immediately.  She was stunned to hear about this obscure book about planetary motion and its influence on tides.

    "Hey," she said, "you're talking to an Italian ocean physicist. Her father idolized that guy."

    Zhiqiu laughed.  But this book was not what they were looking for.  Zhiqiu explained.  This book was not the only work he wrote while under house arrest.  Historians believe he also wrote an unobtrusive pamphlet.

    "This is a diagram." Zhiqiu said.

    "I've never heard of it."

    "I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it. The Illustrations are his most secretive work - presumably he was right about some scientific phenomenon but was forbidden to publish it. Like some of his previous manuscripts  , the illustrations were also smuggled out of the City of Ten Thousand Cities by one of his friends and quietly published in the Netherlands. This pamphlet was widely circulated among the European scientific underground organizations. Later, the Vatican heard about it and launched a book burning campaign  .¡±

    Momo looks fascinated now.  "You think there's a clue in the diagram? That mark, information about the Path of Light?"

    "That guy's word 'mark' comes from the diagram. I'm sure of it." Zhiqiu walked to the third row of the storage room and continued to check the signs.  "The archivists have been looking for an illustrated book for many years, but due to the book-burning campaign of the Holy See. Coupled with the poor durability of the book, the book has not been seen in the world for a long time."

    ¡°Durability?¡±

    "It's permanence. Archivists rank the information from one to ten in order of completeness. The illustrations are printed on papyrus, which is like tissue paper and has a lifespan of no more than a hundred years."

    "Why not use stronger paper?"

    "He ordered it, to protect his followers. This way, any scientist caught carrying the book could simply throw the book into water and it would melt. This was extremely effective at destroying evidence. But for archivists it was  It¡¯s too bad. Everyone thought that after the 18th century, there was only one illustrated book left in the world.¡±

    "One?" Momo looked like she was fascinated for a moment. She looked around the room, "Is it right here?"

      "The Vatican confiscated this book from the Netherlands after the guy's death. I have been begging to see this book for years, ever since I realized what was in it."

    Momo seemed to have read Zhiqiu's thoughts. She moved to the opposite side of the aisle and began to browse the adjacent row of bookshelves, doubling the distance between them.

    "Thanks," he said, "look for the sign about the guy, science, scientist. You'll know it when you see it."

    "No problem, but you also tell me how you came up with this clue in the diagram. Is this related to the numbers you frequently see in the letters of the cheating sect? Is it related to 503?"

    Zhiqiu smiled.  "Yes. It took me some time, but I finally figured it out. 503 is a simple code, which refers to the diagram."

    For a moment, Zhiqiu remembered the moment when the unexpected discovery happened: it was August 16, two years ago.  That day, he attended the wedding of a friend's son. He stood by the lake, the bass of the bagpipe floated on the water, and the wedding procession entered the venue in a unique way They rode across the lake on a yacht.  The boat was decorated with flowers and garlands, and an impressive number - DC II - was written on the hull.

    Zhiqiu was confused by this mark. He asked the bride's father: "What does 602 mean?"

    "Sixty-two?"

    Zhiqiu pointed at the yacht.  "DC¢ò is the digital version of the number sixty-two."

    The man smiled.  "It's not a number. It's the name of this yacht."

    "The name is DC¢ò?"

    The man nodded.  "It's Dick and Cindy Two."

    Zhiqiu felt a little embarrassed.  Dick and Cindy were the new couple, and the yacht was apparently named after them.  "What happened to DCI?"

    The man sighed and replied: "It sank during the rehearsal lunch that day."

    Zhiqiu smiled.  "What a shame." He looked back at the yacht.  DCII, he thought, was like a miniature QEII.  In an instant he thought of that number.

    At this time, Zhiqiu turned around and faced Momo.  "Fifty-three," he said, "I mentioned it. It's a code. It's a trick played by the cheaters to hide the number it actually represents. The number five-hundred-three is written as a number¡ª¡ª"

    "yes."

    Zhiqiu raised his eyebrows.  "The reaction is too fast, but don't tell me that you are a member of the cheating sect."

    She laughed.  ¡°I number the pelagic formations with numbers.¡±

    Of course, Zhiqiu thought, aren¡¯t we all like this?

    Momo looked at it carefully.  "Then what does D¢ó mean?"

    ¡°Those are very strange abbreviations that ancient scientists used to distinguish three of that guy¡¯s often confusing books.¡±

    Momo immediately interrupted him.  ""

    "D1, D2, and D3 are all scientific and controversial. 503 is DIII, illustrated. His third book."

    Momo looked anxious.  "But there is a problem that is still unclear. If this mark, this clue, and the explanation of the Path of Light are really in that guy's diagram, then why didn't the Vatican see it when they took back all the books?"

    "They probably saw it but didn't pay attention. Remember the Pirates' logo? Remember how they hid the logo in plain sight? That mark must have been hidden the same way - in plain sight.  Those who don¡¯t look for it look down upon it, and those who don¡¯t understand it don¡¯t see it.¡±

    "What does this mean?"

    "It means the guy hid it well. According to ancient records. The mark was expressed in a pure language form."

    "Pure language?"

    "That's right."

    "Is it mathematics?"

    "That's what I guessed. It seems obvious that the guy is a scientist after all, and his book is written for scientists. Mathematics is a logical language that sets up this clue. The booklet is called Diagrams, so  Mathematical illustrations may also form part of this clue."

    Momo¡¯s voice sounded more hopeful.  "I think the guy must have created some kind of mathematical code that would escape the eyes of the clergy."

    "So you won't be fooled." Zhiqiu said as he walked along the row.

    "I can't, mainly because you can't. But if you are so sure of your judgment on D¢ó, why don't you write an article and publish it? In this case, those who were really allowed to enter the Archives of the Prophet's Land a long time ago are sure  I¡¯ll be here to check out the illustrated book.¡±

    ¡°I don¡¯t want to publish it,¡± Zhiqiu said.  "?It took a lot of effort to discover this information.  And¡ª" He paused, a little embarrassed.

    "You have a distinguished reputation."

    Zhiqiu felt herself blushing a little.  "In a sense, it is, it's just¡ª"

    "Don't be so embarrassed, you are talking to a scientist. Publish or be out. In the institute, we call it 'Prove or live.'"

    "I don't just want to be the first. I'm also worried that if bad guys discover the information in the illustration, the clue may no longer exist."

    "Is this bad guy referring to the Holy See?"

    "It's not that they are inherently bad, but the church has always underestimated the threat that cheating parties pose to them. In the early 20th century, the Holy See actually said that cheating parties were nonsense. The clergy believed that, or perhaps that was why, religion was the most important  What they don¡¯t want to know is that there is a very powerful anti-religious organization that has infiltrated their banks, politics, and universities.¡± It was time to use the present tense, Zhiqiu, he reminded himself, that there was a very powerful anti-religious organization that was infiltrating their  Banks, politics and universities.

    "So you think the Holy See will destroy all evidence proving the threat of the cheating faction?"

    "Very likely. Any threat, whether true or false, will weaken people's faith in the authority of the church."

    "One more question," Momo suddenly stopped and looked at him as if he was an alien, "Are you kidding me?"

    Zhiqiu stopped.  "What do you mean?"

    ¡°I mean, is this your plan to turn things around?¡±

    Zhiqiu wasn¡¯t sure whether he saw pity, teasing or pure fear in her eyes.  "Are you looking for the illustrated book?"

    "No, I mean finding a diagram, looking up a four-hundred-year-old symbol, deciphering some mathematical code. And then embarking on an ancient artistic path that only the wisest scientists in history have found.  ¡­ It¡¯s all going to be done within the next four hours.¡±

    Zhiqiu shrugged.  "Of course there is another way."

    Zhiqiu looked at the labels on the bookshelf outside Archives No. 9.

    ¡­¡­

    He repeated the names again.  I suddenly felt uneasy.  They're all scientists herebut where is that guy?

    "I found the subject, but there is nothing of that guy," he said to the secret of checking the collection of books in the nearby archives.

    "He's not there." She said, frowning and pointing to the archives room next to her.  "He's here. But I wish you'd brought your magnifying glass. This whole archive belongs to him."

    Zhiqiu ran over and took a look. Momo was right. Every sign in Archives No. 10 had the same keyword written on it.

    Litigation case

    Zhiqiu whistled lowly, and now he realized why that guy had a special archives room.  "The incident", he looked at the dark bookshelf through the glass wall with great astonishment, "the longest and most expensive legal lawsuit in the history of the Holy See. It lasted fourteen years. It cost 600 million lire.  It¡¯s here.¡±

    ¡°There are some legal documents.¡±

    ¡°I guess there weren¡¯t many lawyers in those hundreds of years.¡±

    ¡°There are not many knowledgeable people.¡±

    Zhiqiu walked up to a big yellow button on the side of the archives room. He pressed the button, and a series of overhead lights in the archives room "buzzed" on.  The lighting was a deep crimson, turning the archives into a glowing red rooma maze filled with tall bookshelves.

    "Oh my God." Momo said, as if she was frightened, "Are we in the sun or working?"

    ¡°Parchment fades easily, so dark lighting is used in the archives.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯ll go crazy in there.¡±

    Or worse, Zhiqiu thought, walking towards the only entrance to the archives room.  "Let me remind you, oxygen is an oxidizing agent. The oxygen content in a sealed archive room is very low, and it is almost a vacuum. You will find it difficult to breathe after entering."

    "Hey. Old cardinals can get through this."

    ¡°That¡¯s right, Zhiqiu thought, I hope we have good luck too.

    There is only an electronic revolving door at the entrance to the archives room.  Zhiqiu noticed four access buttons distributed on the inner axis of the door, one for each compartment.  At the push of a button, the motorized door activates and remains half-rotated until it comes to a slow stop - usually done to maintain constant air pressure inside.

    "After I go in," Zhiqiu said, "press the button and follow me in. The air humidity inside is only eight percent. Be prepared, your mouth will feel very dry."

      Zhiqiu walked into the rotating compartment and pressed the button.  The door made a loud buzzing sound and began to swing.  Zhiqiu walked in as the door turned, preparing to resist the dizziness in the first few seconds of entering the secret room.  Entering a sealed archive is like rising from sea level to a height of six thousand meters. It is normal to feel sick and dizzy.  There was a double image, and he bent over, chanting the archivist's charm to remind himself.  Zhiqu felt that his eardrums were swollen, and he heard a "hissing" sound of airflow. The door turned and stopped.

    Zhiqiu is inside.

    He immediately realized that the air here was thinner than he had expected.  It seems that the Holy See is too serious about their files.  The blood vessels in Zhiqiu's lungs expanded. He suppressed his vomiting reaction and relaxed his chest. The sense of urgency soon disappeared.  "Dolphin" came on the scene, he thought to himself, proudly thinking that swimming five times a day was worth it.  His breathing was much more normal now, and he glanced around the archives.  Even though the exterior walls were transparent, he still felt a familiar anxiety.  I'm in a box, he thought, a blood-red box.

    The door buzzed open behind him. Zhiqiu turned around and saw Momo also coming in.  As soon as she came in, her eyes started to water and her breathing became labored.

    "Wait a moment," Zhiqiu said. "Bend down if you feel dizzy."

    "I feel" Zhiqiu choked, "It's like I wore scuba diving and jumped into another mixture."

    Zhiqiu waited for her to adapt. He knew she would be fine.  Momo is obviously in good condition and looks nothing like Zhiqiu's elderly friend who walks shaky.  Zhiqiu once accompanied that friend to a secret room in a library. That trip to the library ended with Zhiqiu performing mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration on an old woman. Her dentures were almost sucked out.

    "Are you feeling better?" he asked.

    Momo nodded.

    "I flew on that unfortunate shuttle of yours, so I guess I have you to thank."

    These words brought a smile.  "well said."

    Zhiqiu reached into the box by the door and took out a few white cotton gloves.

    "Is it so formal?" Momo asked.

    "There is acidic substance on your fingers and you cannot touch these documents directly. You should also wear one."

    Momo put on gloves.  "How much time do we have?"

    Zhiqiu looked at his Miqi watch.  "It's just after seven o'clock."

    "We have to find that thing within this hour."

    "Actually," Zhiqiu said, "we don't have that much time." He pointed to a filter port above his head and said: "When there are people in the archives room, the curator usually turns on the reoxygenation system, but not today.  After twenty minutes, we were both out of breath."

    Momo was so frightened that her face turned pale, which was particularly conspicuous under the red light.

    Zhiqiu smiled and smoothed his gloves.  "If you don't prove it, you earn your life. Momo. Mickey Mouse is ticking."

    ¡°If Momo still doesn¡¯t understand the meaning of Zhiqiu¡¯s words, then she is stupid enough.  (){Piaotia Literature www.piaotia.net thanks all book friends for their support. Your support is our greatest motivation}
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