48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng jumped off the balcony and gently landed on the ground.

On his left, Lucilla's Domus continued to sing and dance flat, and the musician pulled the strings of the rhythm, and the roaring sound of the banquet came from the other side of the fence, as if happiness would never end.

But by contrast, the streets outside are much quieter.

It is now past midnight, and basically no pedestrians remain outside.

This is not good news for Zhang Heng because assassins prefer chaotic environments, crowded markets, arena stands full of guests, and restaurant buoys where people come and go… these places can easily make an assassin disappear.

But the moonlight is not too bright tonight, and the night color can provide Zhang Heng with some disguise.

Zhang Heng did not immediately go to Otrus, but went back to the southeastern city to change the black clothes that were better suited for night operations. He also heard footsteps coming from outside the corridor as he replenished the arrows in the pocket.

The footsteps were mild, and if it weren't for the fact that the floor of the apartment had been out of repair for some years, even with Zhang Heng's hearing, it would be difficult to hear it through a door.

This is standard assassin footsteps.

Zhang Heng was not surprised. It was no secret that he had formed a new force in the southeastern city area, not to mention the fact that the hound dog and the hive group were spying on them. Zhang Heng asked Marcus to arrange several safe houses for him in the southeastern city area after feeling that his identity was likely to be exposed. However, it seems that the location of these safe houses has now been mastered by the hounds.

In addition to ambushing the assassins at his residence, the hounds have manned there.

The footsteps in the hallway eventually stopped outside his door, Zhang Heng, as if he hadn't heard, was still counting the arrows in the arrow bags, and packing two figs to eat on the road for a while.

Afterwards, the assassins in the corridor were probably ready to open the door lock on the door silently, but when they rushed into the house, they found that there was no one there, and they had to face each other.

Zhang Heng put on his hood not too tightly in the room against the door, then looked at him and confirmed that nothing had fallen, which led him to the window, climbed the yellow brick wall onto the roof, jumped directly from the roof to the apartment building a little shorter next door, then went back to the ground, flashed into a dark alley, disappeared completely.

Zhang Heng's safe house through Marcus was originally for the hounds, and then he asked Soap to find a few trusted locals and rent the other door quietly. This is Zhang Heng's real hiding place in a critical time.

After losing the assassin behind him, Zhang Heng left for the first place to go tonight.

Piazza Roma.

Just as all cities have an urban centre, Rome is no exception, and its urban centre is in Piazza Roma.

A dozen centuries ago, it was just a desolate swamp full of mosquitoes, uninhabited, and even Romans buried their dead loved ones, yet centuries later, the great drains drained water from the valley and turned it into hard land.

Rome was still in the Republican era, where people paved the way, built temples and Brasilica, making it more and more prosperous, and gradually formed a huge square, and in the imperial era, because of the expanding frontiers and the explosion of the urban population, the original Piazza Roma was no longer able to meet its needs, and five new squares were built around it.

There is no doubt, however, that Piazza Roma remains the most central region, where former Emperor Mark Olerio paid tribute to Caesar, and the gold-plated pillar in front of the podium was the starting point for all the paths out of Rome. It is also the end of the proverb “the road to Rome”.

But Zhang Heng didn't come here tonight to visit. He walked through the huge arch built by Augustus, through the center of the square, where he planted a vine, an olive tree and a fig tree, also known as the Holy Tree of Rome, and Zhang Heng looked up and saw the temples sitting on Mount Cabitolio, dedicated to the Roman gods.

And two of the most magnificent temples stand on the top of the mountain, one on the left and the other on the right, the temple of King Jupiter and Queen Juno.

Zhang Heng knew that Otrus was in one of the two temples, and he had not wasted time, walking up the wide stone steps.

In the daytime, Piazza Roma is also almost the most lively place in the entire city, heads are saved, devout followers line up in front of temples big and small, beggars will take the opportunity to ask for food or copper coins at this time, traders will call for their merchandise at the stalls around the square, while Brasilica always plays a wonderful battle of lip and tongue...

But now, after entering the world of night, all this is returned to silence, and only the holy fire of the Temple of Vista is still burning in the bear.

Zhang Heng did not encounter any stops on the road, and soon climbed to the top of the mountain.

Then he hesitated to come to the temple of Jupiter on the left, the flame on the altar had been extinguished, leaving only some scorched black skeletons and surrounding wreaths, Zhang Heng circled the altar, came to the closed bronze gate, and then threw stones picked up on the road.

A little while later, the bronze gate slowly opened, a young priest rubbed his eyes and protruded from the inside. However, he looked around, but did not see anyone outside. Then he turned his eyes further away and saw an owl standing on the wall, unable to help but curse his head.

Owls have always been a symbol of bad luck in Rome, so it's not a good idea to see them.

The young priest did not dare to look down again, retracted his body and closed the door again. What he didn't notice, however, was that he snuck into the temple silently with a figure at the top of his head, just as he was staring at the owl.

Zhang Heng has been practicing his dive painstakingly for some time, and with the help of [the heart of Kreis], even if he walks past ordinary people, it is difficult to be spotted as long as he is not seen.

Zhang Heng was not in a hurry and waited for a moment in the shadow of the ceiling until the young priest walked back to his residence before returning to the ground, after which he walked to Jupiter's marble statue.

Zhang Heng's eyes were not on the statue, which was a living image of art, but on the stone seat beneath the statue. He squatted down and touched the vent below.