Fifth Gospel

Author: Philipp Vandenberg
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Publish Date: 2005-12-01
Features: After her husband died in a mysterious car accident, the young Anna was nearly. Her husband left behind a roll of film showing ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, and Anna immediately realized that this document contained deep secrets, and its original was undoubtedly priceless. To find this lost papyrus, she went to Paris.
In Paris, an American professor made headlines: he seemed to have randomly poured acid solution onto Leonardo da Vinci's painting, The Virgin. Anna gradually approached the truth and discovered that the painting of The Virgin by da Vinci hid a shocking secret—the existence of the Fifth Gospel, which was the only true gospel left behind by Jesus. If someone possessed it, they could hold the key to controlling the world, and humanity would fall into chaos. Thus, the evil cult and the Vatican began to track Anna and the roll of film.
A plane crashed in the Pacific with the Fifth Gospel, the secret, and Anna's smile after enduring perilous trials and finally returning to peace.
Philipp Vandenberg is one of Germany's most renowned contemporary popular fiction writers and a master of archaeological suspense. He is known as the "Conversi of historical novels," and his more than twenty ancient culture novels and books introducing ancient cultures have sold over sixteen million copies worldwide and have been translated into thirty-one languages. Vandenberg primarily writes ancient culture novels and books related to ancient Greek and Roman culture. His works on ancient culture are generally set against the backdrop of ancient Greek, Roman, and Egyptian history.
Orpheus and Eurydice—Deadly
Orpheus and Eurydice—Deadly 1
Everything around her was white. White walls, white floor, white, glaring glass doors, and the harsh fluorescent lights on the ceiling. It seemed everything was piercing her eyes. Anna buried her face in her hands. She didn’t understand anything. She only heard the word "coma" and was told that her husband was in critical condition. A genderless white-clad person placed her in a chair, as considerate as a flight attendant in an emergency, telling her that the doctors would do their best, it would take time, she had to fill out this form, and sign it. The form fell to the ground beside her.
Periodically, a shiny glass door would open. The sound of rubber-soled shoes squeaking on the corridor echoed, disappearing behind another door. From somewhere came the rhythmic sound of a machine. The smell of carbolic acid hung in the air. It was so hot that it was almost unbearable. Anna looked up and took a deep breath. She removed her thin coat, closed her eyes again, leaned back in the chair, and crossed her arms. Her lips trembled. She felt a pain somewhere in her body but couldn’t pinpoint where. She sensed that her life was falling apart.
At that moment, an idea from her childhood came to mind. A spell could make someone forget something, and everything would return to normal. She had never thought about what would happen if one of them were to have an accident. She loved Guido, and love didn’t care about the outcome, but now she realized how foolish that attitude was.
She received a phone call that she was completely unprepared for: "We’re very sorry, but we have some sad news. Your husband was in a serious car accident. Please prepare for the worst."
Like in a dream, Anna raced to the hospital in her car, not knowing which road she was on or where she had parked. Her mind was a mess, and she yelled at two or three white-clad people, asking, "Where is the emergency room?" Finally, she arrived in the corridor, bright with lights. Time seemed endless there. She suddenly thought about rearranging the house, selling the antique shop, and then deciding to take a round-the-world trip—to gain some distance.
At that moment, she was startled. Guido had never taken a round-the-world trip. He hated flying. Oh my god! Anna jumped up, ashamed of her thoughts. She shoved her hands into her coat pockets and paced the corridor anxiously. White-coated people hurried past her, ignoring her. This indifferent chaos was somehow provocative. Anna almost ran into a busy nurse and yelled at her, demanding to know if she understood that this was about her husband’s life. She didn’t do that because, at that exact moment, a thin man came out of a door, wearing a dirty, unframed pair of glasses on his nose. He walked toward Anna, awkwardly fiddling with a green mask hanging around his neck, then wiped his forehead with his forearm.
"You’re Mrs. Sedletz?" he asked blankly.