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    "Yes, he was buried here much later."

    Knowing autumn is like falling into five miles of fog.  "What are you talking about?"

    "What I just saw is that Raphael's body was moved to the Pantheon in 1758. This was done to express deep respect for the Italian genius."

    Hearing this, Zhiqiu felt as if the carpet had been pulled away from his feet.

    ¡°When this poem was written,¡± Momo asserted, ¡°Raphael¡¯s tomb was still elsewhere. At that time, the Pantheon had nothing to do with Raphael!¡±

    Zhiqiu simply couldn¡¯t breathe.  "But thatmeans"

    "Yes! This means we are looking in the wrong place!"

    Zhiqiu felt like he was wavering.  ImpossibleI'm sure

    Momo ran over and grabbed the tour guide and pulled him back.  "Excuse me, where was Raphael's body buried in the seventeenth century?"

    "Uh uh," he faltered, looking confused at the moment, "in his birthplace."

    "Impossible!" Zhiqiu spat in a low voice, "The scientific altar of the cheating sect is in the City of Ten Thousand Cities. I am sure of this!"

    ¡°You¡¯re cheating?¡± The tour guide took a breath and looked at the document in Zhiqiu¡¯s hand.  "Who are you?"

    Momo stood up.  "We're looking for something like a mound called Santi, in the City of Cities, can you tell us what that might be?"

    The tour guide looked suspicious.  ¡°This is the only tomb of Raphael in the City of Cities.¡±

    Zhiqiu tried hard to think, but his brain was not obedient.  If Raphael's tomb was not in the City of Cities in 1655, what does this poem refer to?  Santee's Tomb, the Devil's Den?  What exactly is this?  Think about it!

    ¡°Is there any other artist named Santi?¡± Momo asked.

    The tour guide shrugged.  "Not that I know of."

    "Could it be other celebrities? Is it possible that a scientist, poet or astronomer is also named Santi?"

    Now the tour guide looks like he wants to leave.  "No, the only Santi I've ever heard of was the architect Raphael."

    "Architect?" Momo asked.  "I thought he was a painter!"

    ¡°Of course, he¡¯s both. They¡¯re all like that.¡±

    Zhiqiu didn¡¯t know whether it was the tour guide¡¯s words or the ornately decorated tombs around him that made him suddenly enlightened.  But that doesn't matter anymore.  The idea came to me.  Santi is an architect.  From there, ideas started to fall like dominoes.  Renaissance architects lived for only two reasons - to build magnificent churches to worship the gods, and to glorify the powerful by building lavish tombs.  Santee's burial mound.  Where will it be?  Those scenes flashed rapidly in his mind at this moment

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    "Santi designed that tomb." Zhiqiu said.

    Momo turned around and said, "What?"

    "That does not refer to the place where Raphael is buried, but the tomb he designed."

    "what are you saying?"

    "I misunderstood the clue. We were not looking for Raphael's burial place, but a tomb that Raphael had designed for someone else. I can't believe I didn't think of this. Renaissance and Barro  In the City of Ten Thousands during the Ke period, half of the sculptures were designed for funerals." Zhiqiu said with a sudden smile.  ¡°Raphael must have designed hundreds of tombs!¡±

    Momo looked unhappy.  "Hundreds or thousands?"

    Zhiqiu¡¯s smile suddenly faded.  "oh."

    "Which one is the tomb, detective?"

    Zhiqiu suddenly felt that he was not qualified.  He barely knew Raphael's work, which embarrassed him.  He could handle some, but Raphael's work had never fascinated him.  Zhiqiu could only name a few of the more famous tombs designed by Raphael, but he didn't know what those tombs looked like.

    Momo was obviously aware of Zhiqiu's dilemma.  She turned to the tour guide.  He was now moving back bit by bit.  She grabbed his arm and pulled him back.  "I'm looking for a tomb. The tomb designed by Raphael can be regarded as a tomb."

    The commentator now looks very distressed.  "Raphael designed the tomb? I don't know. He designed so many tombs, you may be referring to the chapel that Raphael designed, which is not a tomb. Architects always design tombs along with chapels."

    Zhiqiu realizes thisWhat people say is true.

    "Are there any tombs or chapels designed by Raphael that are considered tombs?"

    The man shrugged.  "Sorry. I don't know what you mean. I really don't know what the word 'dirt' is for anything. I have to go."

    Momo grabbed his arm and started reading from the sentence at the top of the document: "You start from Santi's burial mound. There is a devil's cave there. What do you think this means?"

    "It's nothing."

    Zhiqiu suddenly raised his head.  For a moment, he forgot the second half of this poem.  Devil's Den?  "That's right!" he said to the tour guide, "That's the place! Do any of the chapels designed by Raphael have skylights?"

    The tour guide shook his head.  "As far as I know, the Pantheon is the only one with a skylight," he paused, "but"

    "Nothing!" Momo and Zhiqiu said at the same time.

    Now the commentator raised his head and walked towards them again.  "Devil's Den?" he muttered to himself, gritting his teeth.  "Devil's Denis thata crypt?"

    Momo nodded.  "That's literally what it means."

    The commentator smiled faintly.  "There's a word I can't remember right now. If I'm not mistaken, crypt means a basement."

    "Basement?" Zhiqiu asked, "Is it like the basement in a church?"

    "Yes, but it was a special kind of church crypt. I believe devil's den is an old word for a huge burial cave in a chapelunder another tomb."

    "Is it a bone cave?" Zhiqiu asked, and immediately realized what this person was describing.

    The commentator seemed quite impressed.  "That's right! That's the word I'm looking for!"

    Zhiqiu pondered this word in his heart.  The ossuary was a convenient solution adopted by the Church to cope with an awkward dilemma.  When the Church honors their most distinguished men with the ornate tombs of Temple China.  Those who are still alive often request to be buried with family members to ensure that they will also have a complete family building a tomb in the church. At this time, they will dig an ossuary - an underground cave near the tomb,  They buried less important family members here.  The opening is covered with a Renaissance-style piece of art that resembles a manhole cover.  Although convenient, bone caves quickly became outdated.  Because the stench from below will drift into the cathedral.  The devil's cave, Zhiqiu thought.  He had never heard the word before.  But it seems appropriate to use it here, with a bit of a weird color.

    Zhiqiu¡¯s heart was beating wildly now.  You start from the tomb of Santi, where there is the Devil's Den.  There seemed to be only one question left to ask.  ¡°Did Raphael ever design a church with a devil¡¯s den like this?¡±

    The commentator scratched his head.  "Honestly, I'm so sorry I can only think of one."

    Just one?  Zhiqiu couldn't think of a better answer than this.

    "Where is it!" Momo almost shouted.

    The commentator looked at them strangely.  "It's called Ziggy's Chapel. It's the tomb of Ziggy and his brother, two wealthy men who both patronized the arts and sciences."

    "Science?" Zhiqiu said, exchanging glances with Momo.

    "Where?" Momo asked again.

    The commentator ignored the question and seemed to explain enthusiastically: "As for whether this church is called Tuzhong, I don't know yet, but that church is undoubtedly It should be said that it is different."

    "Difference?" Zhiqiu said.  "How is it different?"

    "It doesn't fit in with the building. Raphael was just an architect. Some other sculptor did the interior decoration. I can't remember who it was."

    Zhiqiu was all ears at this time.  Maybe it's the anonymous master of cheating?

    "Whoever it is, the person who built the indoor tomb has really bad taste." The commentator said, "Oh my God! Who wants to be buried under the pyramid?"

    Zhiqiu couldn¡¯t believe her ears.  "Pyramid? Does this chapel have a pyramid?"

    ¡°I think,¡± the commentator scoffed, ¡°that¡¯s too bad. Isn¡¯t it?¡±

    Momo grabbed the docent¡¯s arm and asked: ¡°Where is this Qiji Chapel?¡±

    "About two kilometers north from here. At the Church of Notre Dame de Los Angeles."

    Momo sighed softly.  "Thank you. We-"

    "Hey," the commentator said, "I just remembered something, look at what an idiot I am!"

    Momo suddenly stopped and said, "Don't tell me you made a mistake."

      He shook his head and said: "No, but I should have thought of it earlier. People didn't always call this Qiji Chapel. In the past, people called it the Earth Chapel."

    "The Earth Chapel?" Zhiqiu asked.

    "No." Momo said as he walked towards the door, "It's the Earth Chapel."

    Momo rushed towards the circular square and took out her mobile phone.  "Commander Paul," she said, "you're in the wrong place!"

    Paul looked puzzled.  "Wrong? What do you mean?"

    ¡°The first altar of science was in the Chigi Chapel!¡±

    "Where?" Paul sounded angry now, "Knowing that Detective Qiu said¡ª¡ª"

    "At the Church of Notre Dame de Los Angeles! Two kilometers to the north. Get your people there now! We have four minutes!"

    "But my people are all in their places here! I can't possibly-"

    "Transfer!" Momo closed the phone.

    Behind her.  Zhiqiu walked out of the Pantheon with a blank look on his face.

    She grabbed his hand and ran towards the row of taxis waiting on the roadside that seemed to be safe.  She banged the back cover of the car at the front of the queue, and the sleeping driver sat up straight and screamed in fright.  Momo opened the back door suddenly, pushed Zhiqiu in, and jumped in after him.

    "**Notre Dame de Los Angeles!" she ordered, "Quick!"

    The driver looked ecstatic and a little scared. He stepped on the accelerator and the car sped onto the street.

    The reporter has snatched the computer from the photographer.  The photographer was standing hunched over in the back of the crowded BBC van, staring ahead from behind the reporter with a confused look on his face.

    ¡°I told you,¡± the reporter typed a few more keys, ¡°it¡¯s not just tabloids that publish news about those guys.¡±

    The photographer took a closer look and the reporter was right.  BBC database shows.  Their distinguished broadcasting company has compiled and published six reports about this organization known as the Traitor Faction in the past ten years.  Well, let me take a look at these flashy articles.  she thinks.  ¡°Which reporters wrote these reports?¡± the photographer asked. ¡°Which crappy guys?¡±

    "The BBC doesn't hire bad journalists."

    "But they hired you."

    The reporter grimaced.  "I really don't know why you are so suspicious. There are detailed records in the history of the Cheating Sect."

    ¡°There are also witches, UFOs, and the Loch Ness Monster.¡±

    The reporter read the news reports.  "Ever heard of a guy named Churchill?"

    ¡°It¡¯s a bit impressive.¡±

    "The British Broadcasting Corporation once conducted a historical review of Churchill's life. He was also a loyal religious believer. In 1920, Churchill issued a statement condemning the cheaters and reminded the British that there was an immoral person.  A world-wide conspiracy organization, haven¡¯t you heard of it?¡±

    The photographer was doubtful.  "When was that reported? Was it in the tabloids?"

    The reporter smiled and said: "Absolutely, the newspaper from February 8, 1920."

    "Absolutely impossible."

    "Come and open your eyes."

    The photographer looked closer at the document.  February 8, 1920.  I just can't think of it.  "Well, Churchill was a bigot."

    ¡°He is not the only one.¡± The reporter said as he read on.  "Someone gave three radio addresses in 1921 warning everyone against the growing trap party's control of the U.S. banking industry. Would you like to hear a quote directly from the broadcast transcript?"

    "forget it."

    However, the reporter still read her a sentence.  "He said: 'There is a power organization that is so tight and orderly, so difficult to detect, omnipotent and pervasive. Those who want to condemn it would be better off not speaking out loud.'"

    "I've never heard of that."

    "In 1921, you were probably just a little kid."

    "Good point." The photographer took the attack in stride.  She knew her age was obvious.  She is forty-three years old, with thick black hair that is slightly gray.  She is too conceited to dye her hair.  Her mother was a church member who taught photographers about contentment and self-respect.  You are a black man.  Her mother said, don't hide the real you.  The day you try to change is the day you're finished.  Stand up straight, smile brightly, and let them wonder what secret makes you so happy.

    ¡°Have you heard of Rhodes?¡± the reporter asked.

      The photographer raised his head and asked: "Is that the British financier?"

    "Don't tell me¡ª¡ª"

    "Member of the Cheating Faction."

    "It's broadcast by satellite radio."

    "It was actually broadcast by the BBC on November 16, 1984."

    "We reported that Rhodes is a member of the Cheating Faction?"

    "This is indeed true. We at the Broadcasting Corporation believe that the Rhodes Scholarship is a fund established hundreds of years ago to recruit the brightest young people in the world into the cheating faction."

    "That's ridiculous! My uncle won the Rhodes Scholarship."

    The reporter winked.  "Clinton too."

    The photographers are going crazy now.  She has never tolerated fake and alarmist reporting.  But she also knew the BBC well enough to know that every piece of news they reported was carefully researched and authentic.

    "You may remember this news." The reporter said.  "British Broadcasting Corporation, reported on March 5, 1998. Parliamentary President Marin asked all members of the British Parliament who have joined the cheating society to publicly declare their relationship with the cheating society."

    The photographer remembered.  The statute was eventually expanded to include police officers and judges.  "Why are you bringing this up again?"

    The reporter read: "I am worried that the secret faction within the cheating society has controlled the administrative and financial systems to a large extent."

    "That's right."

    "This caused a lot of fuss. Members of the cheating society in Congress were furious. They had reasons to do so. The vast majority of them turned out to be innocent. They only joined the cheating society to broaden their network of contacts and engage in charity.  jobs. There are few clues to their connection to the organization¡¯s past.¡±

    "The so-called relationship."

    "No matter what it is." The reporter glanced at the article.  "Look at this. These reports trace the bad guys back to a lot of people. Even Marx and the Russian Revolution."

    ¡°History will always be rewritten.¡±

    "Well, do you want to read the latest news? Take a look at this. This is the latest report from the Wall Street Journal on the situation of the cheating party."

    These words caught the photographer¡¯s attention.  "Which daily newspaper?"

    "Guess, what is the most popular online game in the United States now?"

    "World of Warcraft?"

    "It's close. It's the New World Order."

    The photographer looked at the short review from behind him.  "The game sets up an escape a quasi-historical adventure, in which an ancient and evil organization with roots in the past is trying to take over the world. You can find them online" The photographer looked up  , feeling unknown.  "What are these cheaters doing against religion?"

    "It's not just against one religion," the reporter said, "all religions are against it." The reporter raised his head and grinned, "Although we learned this from that phone call, it seems that they do have a special feeling for the Holy See.  emotion."

    "Oh, forget it, you don't really believe what the caller says, do you?"

    "A messenger sent by a scammer? Are you planning to kill four cardinals?" the reporter said with a smile, "I really hope so."

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