在冰雪覆盖的灰色11月的破晓时分,拥挤的汽车载着从博洛尼亚来的飞机乘客们越过群山。意大利米兰机场笼罩在白雾之中,那架信使飞机,如同那些商用喷气机,也不得不在博洛尼亚着陆。这些在冬季都是很平常的事。谢恩·艾沃特下车时眼角瞄到了一根小手杖的图案,不明显地刻在街灯柱的底座。他不敢直愣愣地盯着看,但是,从旁边瞄一眼也就够了。他拦了一辆的士,告诉司机他要去这城市的阿拉格总部。 In the snow-covered gray November daybreak, crowded cars carry passengers from Bologna over the mountains. Milan airport in Italy, enveloped in white fog, the messenger aircraft, as those commercial jet, also had to land in Bologna. These are common in the winter. When Shawn 艾沃特 get off the corner of his eye, a small cane pattern, not obviously carved in the base of the lamppost. He did not dare to stare straight at it, but a glance from the side would suffice. He stopped a taxi and told the driver he was going to the Arag headquarters in the city.