"Well, actually, that's the thing, yesterday Gino (Krar's father) called me and said that there was something wrong with the computer at home and wanted me to help take a look, the computer seemed to have something important to him, he was really anxious at the time, I thought it was Saturday anyway, and the institute was not busy, so I rushed over, but just as I was turning the broken computer upside down, suddenly there was a damn loud noise from the ceiling, which scared me so much that I almost fell off the chair."

As he spoke, Terramon glanced at Claire, who was grimacing.

"Then the curious one goes upstairs and sees Captain Jack who has broken the floor and gets a treasure map?" Zhou Jialiang took over the conversation.

"Got a brown paper bag, to be exact, because I took it apart with Clal." Teramon was a strict man. He continued, "If someone else found something like that, maybe I'd think it was, but do you know who the previous owner of that house was? ”

"Who is it?" Zhou Jialiang was full of curiosity.

"Hoffman – that name may be unfamiliar to you, he's an American, who fought in World War II, served as a lieutenant in the Navy, and could have enjoyed a good deal in his own country when the war ended. However, he chose to move to Italy because there was something he had to look for, and this obsession stayed with him all his life, when everyone thought he must be crazy, no one would care if he was a madman, but at the moment when God was about to take him, he repeated the same sentence - I know where it is! ”

The waiter handed over the fragrant Luxlit.

"Thank you."

Rexlet is a double-strength espresso with a strong pick-me-up effect, making it the first choice for people who stay up late for a long time.

"How do you know that?" Zhou Jialiang was a little confused.

"When I was studying in the United States, I had an elective course, and I took history, and Hoffman was introduced to me through someone else, a World War II veteran who lived in Italy, and he was the perfect person for me to learn about World War II history. He had no family, no friends, and in the course of constant communication, I found out that Hoffman was actually a thoughtful and wise old man, completely out of touch with the rumored madman of the outside world, so I thought that what he was looking for all his life might not be groundless. ”

Teramon sipped his coffee and exuded a very mixed mood.

"So...... Hoffman's final 'know where it is' may have been referring to the place where the map was drawn, but unfortunately his old body could no longer support him to explore it himself, and he had to bury this obsession under the ground of the attic...... "Clall said in a daze."

"It makes sense, but the question is, do you know where this map is drawn?" Zhou Jialiang finally threw out this crucial question.

"Uh......" Clal was momentarily speechless.

"The shape of this coastline is peculiar, and I have compared all the coastlines of domestic ports, and the only explanation is that we must compare the outer contours of the entire Apennine Peninsula from the point of view of the port, and since Hoffmann must have been looking for it in Italy, it must have been somewhere along the coast......" Teramon thought.

"Wait, us? I didn't say I was going to get on this thief ship. Zhou Jialiang reacted at this time, but he knew that it was too late.

"Zhou, don't shirk it anymore, isn't this kind of thing your favorite thing to do?" Claire spread her hands.

"So what do we do now? Do you want to buy maps of all scales? Krar then turned to stare at Teramon.

"No, have you forgotten a genius who knows this best?" Terramon smiled mysteriously.

"Shuya!?" Kraal almost blurted out.

Shu Ya is Zhou Jialiang and Claire's classmate, a delicate-looking white girl, her parents are members of the Italian scientific expedition team, perhaps inherited her parents' excellent genes, she has liked geography and humanities since she was a child, she has been able to accurately draw a map of the world by memory when she was just in elementary school, and even the location of various cities and ports, as long as she has seen anything, he can remember it, so she is called "a walking computer" by others.

"Let's go, kids, she should be sitting on the couch in my institute's reception room drinking tea by now." Terramon looked at his watch and stood up, and Zhou Jialiang and Clal followed him out of the café.

At this time, the sky no longer gave those little sunshine, and thick dark clouds accompanied by a gentle drizzle.

The University of Turin is a university with a long history and considerable prestige. It is also one of the largest universities in Italy, along with the University of Bologna, the University of Milan and the University of Florence. It has produced many famous figures in history, including the great humanist religious philosopher Erasmus of the Middle Ages, the outstanding physicist and chemist Avogadro, the famous economist Pareto, and the great writer Calvino.

At this time, a seven-seater black jeep stopped in front of one of the Gothic-style buildings of the University of Turin.

"Boys, we're here!"

Terramon opened the car door, and Zhou Jialiang and Claire in the back seat also got out of the car at the same time.

"Wow, I've lived in Turin for so many years, and it's the first time I've been here." Claire glanced around excitedly, and because of the rain, the three of them hurried into the eaves, said a brief hello to the security guard, and went up the stairs.

Teramon's research room is on the third floor of this building, and because the architectural style of the whole building is retro, even the laboratory building that studies contemporary cutting-edge technology makes people look like they are studying magic, quite Hogwarts.

At this time, on the wooden public rest chair in the corridor on the third floor, a girl wearing a long white down jacket, long reddish-brown hair, and fair skin sat on the wooden public rest chair, she was intently flipping through the "Sand Township Yearbook" in her hand, which perfectly blended with the artistic atmosphere around her, like a vivid postmodernist realistic style oil painting.

"Shuya!" Claire and Zhou Jialiang strode towards the girl.

This greeting pulled Shu Ya's thoughts back from the book, and she gently closed the book and showed a shallow smile at them: "Hi, hello. ”

"Son, why don't you sit here instead of the heated reception room?" Teramon then walked over as well.

"Hello, Mr. Terramon, I actually think it's nice here, the chill keeps my mind clear at all times."