Start with a Cat and Mouse Game

　　 The car drove to the front of the hotel. Before getting off the car, I saw a round fountain with a pointed obelisk a hundred meters away.

　　 The driver parked the car and introduced in English with a weird accent, "Sir, the fountain is the vestibule of the Pantheon. If you need it, you only need to give the hotel 5,000 lire, and the hotel will send someone to accompany you on the night tour of the Pantheon."

　　 "5000?"

　　 Li Changheng was taken aback and almost cursed.

　　 The driver patted his forehead and explained embarrassingly, "Sorry, it's a little more than 1.5 dollars for one thousand lire, and less than 8 dollars for five thousand lire.

　　Although it is still a bit expensive, the hotel has something to do with being able to enter the Pantheon at night. Through the dim moonlight, you can feel the special atmosphere that you can't feel during the day, and people can't help but give birth to the idea of ​​worshiping the Olympus gods."

　　 Li Changheng curled his lips, Zeus had anything to admire, and it was true that he was envious.

　　 Seven wives, countless lovers.

　　 Checked into the hotel, took a shower, changed into a clean shirt and trousers, and had an Italian-style meal in the hotel restaurant.

　　 looked at the time, it was 9:13 in the evening, and when the checkout came out of the hotel, a breeze blew in, and Li Changheng's mood suddenly improved.

　　 Following the advice of the hotel lobby manager, he did not plan to go to places like alleys, but only planned to go around for a while on the streets or in crowded places.

　　When I was passing a commercial street, I saw a hand-tailor shop, and I couldn't help but remember that apart from three sets of captain's suits, I didn't have any other suits I wore on a daily basis.

　　 And since I don’t know anything about Italy, maybe the craftsman in the tailor shop will know other craftsmen.

　　 Now that I don’t have to worry about money in my hands, I should buy myself two better outfits.

　　 knocked on the glass door a few times, opened the door, and heard someone say hello in Italian.

　　 Although not in Italian, the Italian folks use German, Spanish, French and English at the same time, and the communication problem is quickly solved.

　　 Looking at the line drawings of various suits prepared by the tailor shop, Li Changheng's only dissatisfaction with the suits of this year is that the upper body and the lower body are all tailored loosely.

　　 But after asking, he quickly retracted his idea, what is manual customization?

　　 means that as long as your ideas will not affect the reputation of the hand tailor, the tailor will continue to modify according to your requirements until you are satisfied.

　　 It took more than an hour to measure the body, choose fabrics, exchange the styles of suits, shirts, ties, leather shoes, the shape of cufflinks, and even if your wallet is thick enough, there is no problem with diamonds inlaid on the cufflinks.

　　 When he went out, he carried a handbag with two sets of shirts and underwear in his hand. What was left was a full 400 dollars, and he had agreed to come to the store the day after tomorrow to try on two rough-formed suits.

　　 If there is any problem, change it, and continue with the rest of the process until delivery.

　　 In no hurry, Li Changheng asked the tailor in the garment shop today if he knows a craftsman who specializes in metal products.

　　 Instead, I plan to wait until the second meeting, so as not to make the tailor worry about it.

　　 Moreover, he also thought about whether he could spend money to buy an identity in a backward and remote place in Italy.

　　 If feasible, he will buy the identity of France, Spain, West Germany and even East Germany.

　　 In the future, committing crimes on this side of Europe will not affect the United States.

　　 walking towards the hotel with a handbag, and when passing a jump intersection, suddenly saw a girl in a light blue dress and a white lady's shirt.

　　 jumped out of the canvas cargo box of a tricycle, then hurriedly ran to the big tree on the side of the road, and looked around nervously.

　　 was more than ten meters away, and it was 11 o'clock in the evening. She didn't look too clear, but her thin and tall figure made it seem that the girl was good at dressing.

　　 But Li Changheng, who didn't have a passport, just glanced at him, and he didn't want to be nosy walking towards the Pantheon.

　　 The management of scenic spots in these years is not as strong as that of later generations. Except for places where security is needed, as long as you can enter the temple, you can stroll around.

　　 After walking around for half an hour, he felt boring and walked slowly towards the hotel.

　　 I didn’t walk for a while. When I passed the street on the side of the temple, I saw the girl in the light blue dress and white shirt that I had seen before.

　　 lay on the one-meter-high curb stone without any image, with his face resting on his arm, and the person who couldn't see his face was sleeping.

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　　 How big is this nerve? This girl will doze off on the street after 11 o'clock in the middle of the night?

　　 Hearing the girl muttering that she was very happy today, in a good mood, Li Changheng shook his head, he must have drunk too much.

　　 But even if he didn't want to be nosy, he didn't have a bad heart, and watched a girl lying in the street late at night.

　　 was standing on the street and planned to call the girl a taxi. Of course, he would only keep the person in the car, write down the driver's identity and license plate, and ignore it after paying.

　　 Immortal jumping or something, although I have not encountered it before, but it appears many times in movies on Hong Kong Island.

　　 A crossroad in the middle of the night, let alone the car, there are not many people.

　　 I thought helplessly, just leave it alone, and saw the girl lying on the curbstone with her arm resting on her forehead, whispering and turning around, she was about to fall off the one-meter-high curbstone.

　　 Without thinking much, Li Changheng stepped forward quickly, grabbing the girl's arm with both hands to stabilize the person.

　　 Then after thinking about it, the girl’s face was scratched by the curb stone made of bricks. Li Changheng kindly turned the girl over and lay his back on the stone.

　　上, God.

　　 Looking at the girl's appearance, Li Changheng's heart beat violently in an instant.

"Do you need help?"

　　 When Li Changheng was stunned, he suddenly heard an inquiring voice not far away.

　　 "I, I", Li Changheng, who was full of incredible thoughts, took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

　　 When he looked up, he saw a middle-aged man in a suit who was half a head taller than him and looked at him in his thirties, standing a few meters away, looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

　　 "I think this girl is about to fall, so I kindly stabilized her. If you know her, I suggest you take her home early."

　　 After speaking, Li Changheng took a few steps back with the excitement in his heart, turned around and wanted to leave.

　　 The man who was talking was busy calling Li Changheng, "Wait, wait, buddy."

　　 Li Changheng swallowed, tried his best to let his mood, half turned around as calmly as possible, and looked at the man in the suit.

　　 just heard the other person say, "I don't know this girl either."

　　 "What should I do?"

　　 "God, how do I know?"

　　 The man in the suit stepped forward helplessly and saw Li Changheng's appearance. He guessed that he was at most 20 years old, and he was not dressed like a poor man.

　　 And on the tote bag that I am carrying, I can tell by looking at the trademark that it is the expensive hand-tailor shop nearby.

　　 Rich people are not necessarily good people, but rich people are more likely to be trusted than homeless people in Rome.

　　 But the man in suit also played a trick, and proactively stretched out his hand to explode his identity and said, "Joe Bradley, American News Agency, reporter based in Rome."