danbrown.angels&demons-第70节

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；　arching　toward　the　right　side　of　the　church。　His　eyes　hit　the　wall。　He　scanned　the　spot　where　the　spear　was　pointing。　There　was　nothing　there。　Langdon　knew；　of　course；　the　spear　was　pointing　far　beyond　the　wall；　into　the　night；　somewhere　across　Rome。
　〃What　direction　is　that？〃　Langdon　asked；　turning　and　addressing　the　chief　with　a　newfound　determination。
　〃Direction？〃　The　chief　glanced　where　Langdon　was　pointing。　He　sounded　confused。　〃I　don't　know　。　。　。　west；　I　think。〃
　〃What　churches　are　in　that　direction？〃
　The　chief's　puzzlement　seemed　to　deepen。　〃Dozens。　Why？〃
　Langdon　frowned。　Of　course　there　were　dozens。　〃I　need　a　city　map。　Right　away。〃
　The　chief　sent　someone　running　out　to　the　fire　truck　for　a　map。　Langdon　turned　back　to　the　statue。　Earth　。　。　。　Air　。　。　。　Fire　。　。　。　VITTORIA。　
　The　final　marker　is　Water；　he　told　himself。　Bernini's　Water。　It　was　in　a　church　out　there　somewhere。　A　needle　in　a　haystack。　He　spurred　his　mind　through　all　the　Bernini　works　he　could　recall。　I　need　a　tribute　to　Water！　
　Langdon　flashed　on　Bernini's　statue　of　Triton…the　Greek　God　of　the　sea。　Then　he　realized　it　was　located　in　the　square　outside　this　very　church；　in　entirely　the　wrong　direction。　He　forced　himself　to　think。　What　figure　would　Bernini　have　carved　as　a　glorification　of　water？　Neptune　and　Apollo？　Unfortunately　that　statue　was　in　London's　Victoria　&　Albert　Museum。　
　〃Signore？〃　A　fireman　ran　in　with　a　map。
　Langdon　thanked　him　and　spread　it　out　on　the　altar。　He　immediately　realized　he　had　asked　the　right　people；　the　fire　department's　map　of　Rome　was　as　detailed　as　any　Langdon　had　ever　seen。　〃Where　are　we　now？〃
　The　man　pointed。　〃Next　to　Piazza　Barberini。〃
　Langdon　looked　at　the　angel's　spear　again　to　get　his　bearings。　The　chief　had　estimated　correctly。　According　to　the　map；　the　spear　was　pointing　west。　Langdon　traced　a　line　from　his　current　location　west　across　the　map。　Almost　instantly　his　hopes　began　to　sink。　It　seemed　that　with　every　inch　his　finger　traveled；　he　passed　yet　another　building　marked　by　a　tiny　black　cross。　Churches。　The　city　was　riddled　with　them。　Finally；　Langdon's　finger　ran　out　of　churches　and　trailed　off　into　the　suburbs　of　Rome。　He　exhaled　and　stepped　back　from　the　map。　Damn。　
　Surveying　the　whole　of　Rome；　Langdon's　eyes　touched　down　on　the　three　churches　where　the　first　three　cardinals　had　been　killed。　The　Chigi　Chapel　。　。　。　St。　Peter's　。　。　。　here　。　。　。　
　Seeing　them　all　laid　out　before　him　now；　Langdon　noted　an　oddity　in　their　locations。　Somehow　he　had　imagined　the　churches　would　be　scattered　randomly　across　Rome。　But　they　most　definitely　were　not。　Improbably；　the　three　churches　seemed　to　be　separated　systematically；　in　an　enormous　city…wide　triangle。　Langdon　double…checked。　He　was　not　imagining　things。　〃Penna；〃　he　said　suddenly；　without　looking　up。　
　Someone　handed　him　a　ballpoint　pen。　
　Langdon　circled　the　three　churches。　His　pulse　quickened。　He　triple…checked　his　markings。　A　symmetrical　triangle！　
　Langdon's　first　thought　was　for　the　Great　Seal　on　the　one…dollar　bill…the　triangle　containing　the　all…seeing　eye。　But　it　didn't　make　sense。　He　had　marked　only　three　points。　There　were　supposed　to　be　four　in　all。
　So　where　the　hell　is　Water？　Langdon　knew　that　anywhere　he　placed　the　fourth　point；　the　triangle　would　be　destroyed。　The　only　option　to　retain　the　symmetry　was　to　place　the　fourth　marker　inside　the　triangle；　at　the　center。　He　looked　at　the　spot　on　the　map。　Nothing。　The　idea　bothered　him　anyway。　The　four　elements　of　science　were　considered　equal。　Water　was　not　special；　Water　would　not　be　at　the　center　of　the　others。
　Still；　his　instinct　told　him　the　systematic　arrangement　could　not　possibly　be　accidental。　I'm　not　yet　seeing　the　whole　picture。　There　was　only　one　alternative。　The　four　points　did　not　make　a　triangle；　they　made　some　other　shape。
　Langdon　looked　at　the　map。　A　square；　perhaps？　Although　a　square　made　no　symbolic　sense；　squares　were　symmetrical　at　least。　Langdon　put　his　finger　on　the　map　at　one　of　the　points　that　would　turn　the　triangle　into　a　square。　He　saw　immediately　that　a　perfect　square　was　impossible。　The　angles　of　the　original　triangle　were　oblique　and　created　more　of　a　distorted　quadrilateral。
　As　he　studied　the　other　possible　points　around　the　triangle；　something　unexpected　happened。　He　noticed　that　the　line　he　had　drawn　earlier　to　indicate　the　direction　of　the　angel's　spear　passed　perfectly　through　one　of　the　possibilities。　Stupefied；　Langdon　circled　that　point。　He　was　now　looking　at　four　ink　marks　on　the　map；　arranged　in　somewhat　of　an　awkward；　kitelike　diamond。　
　He　frowned。　Diamonds　were　not　an　Illuminati　symbol　either。　He　paused。　Then　again　。　。　。　
　For　an　instant　Langdon　flashed　on　the　famed　Illuminati　Diamond。　The　thought；　of　course；　was　ridiculous。　He　dismissed　it。　Besides；　this　diamond　was　oblong…like　a　kite…hardly　an　example　of　the　flawless　symmetry　for　which　the　Illuminati　Diamond　was　revered。
　When　he　leaned　in　to　examine　where　he　had　placed　the　final　mark；　Langdon　was　surprised　to　find　that　the　fourth　point　lay　dead　center　of　Rome's　famed　Piazza　Navona。　He　knew　the　piazza　contained　a　major　church；　but　he　had　already　traced　his　finger　through　that　piazza　and　considered　the　church　there。　To　the　best　of　his　knowledge　it　contained　no　Bernini　works。　The　church　was　called　Saint　Agnes　in　Agony；　named　for　St。　Agnes；　a　ravishing　teenage　virgin　banished　to　a　life　of　sexual　slavery　for　refusing　to　renounce　her　faith。　
　There　must　be　something　in　that　church！　Langdon　racked　his　brain；　picturing　the　inside　of　the　church。　He　could　think　of　no　Bernini　works　at　all　inside；　much　less　anything　to　do　with　water。　The　arrangement　on　the　map　was　bothering　him　too。　A　diamond。　It　was　far　too　accurate　to　be　coincidence；　but　it　was　not　accurate　enough　to　make　any　sense。　A　kite？　Langdon　wondered　if　he　had　chosen　the　wrong　point。　What　am　I　missing！　
　The　answer　took　another　thirty　seconds　to　hit　him；　but　when　it　did；　Langdon　felt　an　exhilaration　like　nothing　he　had　ever　experienced　in　his　academic　career。　
　The　Illuminati　genius；　it　seemed；　would　never　cease。
　The　shape　he　was　looking　at　was　not　intended　as　a　diamond　at　all。　The　four　points　only　formed　a　diamond　because　Langdon　had　connected　adjacent　points。　The　Illuminati　believe　in　opposites！　Connecting　opposite　vertices　with　his　pen；　Langdon's　fingers　were　trembling。　There　before　him　on　the　map　was　a　giant　cruciform。　It's　a　cross！　The　four　elements　of　science　unfolded　before　his　eyes　。　。　。　sprawled　across　Rome　in　an　enormous；　city…wide　cross。　
　As　he　stared　in　wonder；　a　line　of　poetry　rang　in　his　mind　。　。　。　like　an　old　friend　with　a　new　face。
　'Cross　Rome　the　mystic　elements　unfold　。　。　。　
　'Cross　Rome　。　。　。　
　The　fog　began　to　clear。　Langdon　saw　that　the　answer　had　been　in　front　of　him　all　night！　The　Illuminati　poem　had　been　telling　him　how　the　altars　were　laid　out。　A　cross！　
　'Cross　Rome　the　mystic　elements　unfold！　
　It　was　cunning　wordplay。　Langdon　had　originally　read　the　word　'Cross　as　an　abbreviation　of　Across。　He　assumed　it　was　poetic　license　intended　to　retain　the　meter　of　the　poem。　But　it　was　so　much　more　than　that！　Another　hidden　clue。
　The　cruciform　on　the　map；　Langdon　realized；　was　the　ultimate　Illuminati　duality。　It　was　a　religious　symbol　formed　by　elements　of　science。　Galileo's　path　of　Illumination　was　a　tribute　to　both　science　and　God！
　The　rest　of　the　puzzle　fell　into　place　almost　immediately。　
　Piazza　Navona。　
　Dead　center　of　Piazza　Navona；　outside　the　church　of　St。　Agnes　in　Agony；　Bernini　had　forged　one　of　his　most　celebrated　sculptures。　Everyone　who　came　to　Rome　went　to　see　it。　
　The　Fountain　of　the　Four　Rivers！　
　A　flawless　tribute　to　water；　Bernini's　Fountain　of　the　Four　Rivers　glorified　the　four　major　rivers　of　the　Old　World…The　Nile；　Ganges；　Danube；　and　Rio　Plata。　
　Water；　Langdon　thought。　The　final　marker。　It　was　perfect。　
　And　even　more　perfect；　Langdon　realized；　the　cherry　on　the　cake；　was　that　high　atop　Bernini's　fountain　stood　a　towering　obelisk。
　
　Leaving　confused　firemen　in　his　wake；　Langdon　ran　across　the　church　in　the　direction　of　Olivetti's　lifeless　body。
　10：31　P。M。；　he　thought。　Plenty　of　time。　It　was　the　first　instant　all　day　that　Langdon　felt　ahead　of　the　game。　
　Kneeling　beside　Olivetti；　out　of　sight　behind　some　pews；　Langdon　discreetly　took　possession　of　the　mander's　semiautomatic　and　walkie…talkie。　Langdon　knew　he　would　call　for　help；　but　this　was　not　the　place　to　do　it。　The　final　altar　of　science　needed　to　remain　a　secret　for　now。　The　media　and　fire　department　racing　with　sirens　blaring　to　Piazza　Navona　would　be　no　help　at　all。
　Without　a　word；　Langdon　slipped　out　the　door　and　skirted　the　press；　who　were　now　entering　the　church　in　droves。　He　crossed　Piazza　Barberini。　In　the　shadows　he　turned　on　the　walkie…talkie。　He　tried　to　hail　Vatican　City　but　heard　nothing　but　static。　He　was　either　out　of　range　or　the　transmitter　needed　some　kind　of　authorization　code。　Langdon　adjusted　the　plex　dials　and　buttons　to　no　avail。　Abruptly；　he　realized　his　plan　to　get　help　was　not　going　to　work。　He　spun；　looking　for　a　pay　phone。　None。　Vatican　circuits　were　jammed　anyway。　
　He　was　alone。
　Feeling　his　initial　surge　of　confidence　decay；　Langdon　stood　a　m