"The end of every exploration will be the starting point for our departure." These words flashed through Cheng Mo's mind like lightning, piercing the hard-to-penetrate fog in his heart.

If there is any symbol that best expresses this sentence, it is ouroboros.

Because it symbolizes the "infinite cycle", the intersection of the tail and the head is both the end and the beginning.

If there is any object that best expresses this sentence, it is a clock.

This is easy to understand. Whenever the three pointers return to the top scale, it means the end and beginning of a cycle.

So what does this have to do with registration and the Pantheon?

You must know that the original function of the Pantheon was not a church or a mausoleum. When it was built in ancient Rome, it was called "pantheon", which meant dedicated to all gods, so it was called the Pantheon.

The main gods of ancient Rome happened to be the "Twelve", consisting of 6 male gods and 6 goddesses, corresponding to the twelve statues of gods in the Pantheon.

If these twelve statues are regarded as scales, then the light slanting down from the circular hole in the zenith is the pointer!

In other words, it is very possible that the Pantheon is actually the sundial (gui), the earliest timekeeping instrument in human history.

If this hypothesis is true, it can perfectly explain why a huge hole was deliberately left on the dome of this great building, because the Pantheon itself is a giant sundial that needs light.

Cheng Mo was shocked by his discovery. He didn't know that historians who studied the Pantheon also had this speculation, but there was no conclusive evidence. Cheng Mo lowered his head and looked at the time. It was already ten forty-five.

It was almost eleven o'clock. If his inference was correct, he should have found the position of the light spot on the hall at 0 o'clock. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be on the line above the head of the main god Jupiter.

"What to do now?" For the first time, Cheng Mo felt that the matter was imminent and finally had a clue. However, he was faced with the dilemma of returning to China, but it was impossible to give up, so Cheng Mo got up and found the man who was with Cheng Haoyang.

Tang Wenjun from Live Mobile Games is teaming up with three girls to play Honor of Kings.

"Tang Wenjun, please take care of my box and things for me. I'll go look around." Cheng Mo patted Tang Wenjun on the shoulder.

Tang Wenjun looked up at Cheng Mo and said, "Okay! No problem, Brother Mo."

As for Cheng Haoyang, he didn't even look at Cheng Mo and continued to play the game with an expressionless face. He had already returned the 50,000 yuan to Xie Minyun. Originally, he planned to return it to Xie Minyun using WeChat and add Xie Minyun as a friend by the way. However, Xie Minyun just gave it to him.

He had an Alipay account, which made Cheng Haoyang a little disappointed, but he didn't have the courage to ask to add Xie Minyun as a friend. In fact, he didn't understand what there was about his cousin that made Xie Minyun look at him differently, just because he read so much?

Cheng Mo put the box on Tang Wenjun's side, then said "Thank you" to Tang Wenjun, and walked towards the security check. Although it was unlikely that his body could get out of the customs, the carrier could go through, because the carrier

The farthest activation location can be as far as a hundred meters away from the local area, so there are too many choices for him. He only needs to open the map and find a safe place with no one to activate the carrier. It's just time.

It's quite a rush.

The time he activated the carrier yesterday was 11:05. If he wanted to get to the Pantheon before midnight, he would have to get from the airport to the Pantheon within forty-five minutes. Fortunately, Rome is not that big. Assuming he could

If you can get out of the airport smoothly and grab a taxi as soon as possible, you still have a chance.

In addition, their flight will take off at half past one. He hopes that everything will go well so that he can return to his body before one o'clock, then regain consciousness and get on the plane back to the capital. Registering this kind of thing will not take too long to become the default, even if it takes a long time

If so, he had no choice but to trouble the tour guide and tour leader.

The departure floor is on the second floor, the first floor is undoubtedly the arrival floor, and the first floor below is the shopping mall leading to the parking lot. After walking around, Cheng Mo found the most suitable place to sit down according to the three-dimensional map.

This place is not far from Area 32 where they took off. It belongs to Area 41. There are not many people sitting there. On the negative floor of Area 41, there is a safety staircase leading to the arrival level.

Cheng Mo needed to grab a rental as soon as possible. He looked down at the time, took a deep breath, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, and started counting in his mind, quietly waiting for the arrival of eleven-fifteen.

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Five past eleven.

On the first floor of Fiumicino Airport, most shops have been closed. Only a few restaurants such as Golden Arches and Kaifeng Cuisine are still working tirelessly to provide services to customers.

The air was quiet, and suddenly at the corner of a hidden and uninhabited safe staircase, a shining light pillar appeared, and the shining DNA lines slowly weaved a human body in it.

It was said to be slow because of the visual effects. In fact, the speed was astonishingly fast. One minute later, Cheng Mo's carrier Lin Zhinuo appeared out of thin air in this dark corner. After Cheng Mo could move his body, he immediately turned into a skeletal beam.

Ying ran towards the stairs. Even if Bolt was here, he probably wouldn't be able to match Cheng Mo's speed.

Above is the side of the pick-up hall. Fiumicino Airport is brightly lit at midnight. Although the flow of people is far less than during the day, the number of arrivals is still considerable. Cheng Mo slowed down slightly and rushed towards the taxi stop without stopping.

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He walked through the not-dense crowd but effortlessly. The moment Cheng Mo rushed out of the automatic door, he first saw two cars at the taxi stop not far away. One was a slightly older Hyundai.

Sonata, and in front is an eighth-generation Mercedes-Benz e. You don’t have to think about this, you must choose a German car! Although the eighth-generation e-series is not new, it is much better than the Sonata.

But there was a couple standing in front of the Mercedes-Benz, who seemed to be preparing to get in the car.

The quality of Europeans is quite good, and they have basically never encountered anything like fighting for taxis, so there are no queuing points like those in China.

Cheng Mo, who was already furious, couldn't care less at this time and rushed over with all his strength. Although he was more than ten or twenty meters away, it seemed that he only had two or three seconds. Before the couple could react, he rushed over.

He opened the car door like lightning, closed it, showed a hundred-dollar bill, and said to the driver who didn't know what was going on: "Hurry up, Pantheon."

The couple didn't see Cheng Mo get into the car at all, and were about to knock on the window and ask the driver to open the trunk. However, while they were still waving their hands in the air, they noticed that the white taxi actually stepped on the accelerator and sped away. The two of them stood there.

It was quite baffling where I was. I didn't know why the taxi actually suddenly abandoned the passengers and ran away.

So I pointed my middle finger at the red triangular taillight.

"Sir, please hurry up. If you can get to the Pantheon within forty-five minutes, I will give you two hundred euros." Cheng Mo fastened his seat belt, took out his passport from his belt, and took out his passport from inside.

Two more hundred euro notes were pulled out.

However, this Italian guy didn't seem to understand English very well, so he didn't even look at me silently, so he just started chatting in Italian.

Cheng Mo could only put two hundred euros in front of the Italian guy's dashboard, which made the guy turn to look at him and say: "pantheon." Then he pointed to the timer on the taxi and said:

"11 point forty-five." Then pointed to the two hundred euros: "give you!"

Including the initial 100 euros, this is already 300 euros. The trip from Fiumicino Airport to the center of Rome only costs 30 euros, which is already ten times the price.

As soon as Cheng Mo finished his words, he heard the roar of the engine, and felt a push on his back one after another. The white Mercedes-Benz cut through the dark night of Rome like an arrow.
Chapter completed!