The people who didn't believe in the black tower were just watching from beginning to end. They believed that this was the result of the government's high-tech research and wouldn't cause any harm to themselves. It was impossible for the government to harm people. Even if something really happened, the leaders were also people. Even if the sky fell, there would be people above them. It had nothing to do with them and they couldn't do anything.
The people who believed in the black tower were extremely afraid on the third day.
"What is a game? What is elimination? We want an explanation! "
"Explanation! Explanation! "
"What is it? There must be an explanation!"
There were more and more people wandering around, blocking the city centre of Suzhou. There were also some people who wanted to fish in troubled waters, wanting to see if they could get some benefits. No matter how much the armed police warned them to drive them away, they refused to leave because they had the advantage in numbers. They surrounded the white wall and even had the tendency to break the wall.
This kind of scene was happening all over the world.
China was considered very good. Before the black tower incident, the country was very stable and had a strong cohesion and control. In some poor and weak countries, especially those with weak government deterrence, the 'dangerous black tower faction' occupied the government on the first day.
"The black tower is God and will lead us to a new century. The black tower era is coming. My great and only Lord, please give us the power of new life! "
"Give us strength!"
Thousands of people knelt in front of the black tower, longing for a better new century.
Tang Mo didn't know about these things.
He held the black explosion-proof stick in his hand. Even though his clothes were thin, his forehead was covered with sweat. The treacherous and clear child's voice sang the nursery rhyme. When he finished, the ethereal and bright voice echoed in the empty library for a long time.
"Did you hear that?" Tang Mo gritted out a few words through his teeth.
The huckster was already paralyzed with fear, his messy hair blocking his eyes. When Tang Mo looked at him, he could only see a pair of eyes trembling with fear. The huckster was so scared that he couldn't speak. He crawled back to the wall and held his head as he trembled. "What is that … what is it …"
Tang Mo didn't know.
After the nursery rhyme, there was no more sound in the library.
Tang Mo gradually calmed down.
Some people would be at a loss of what to do and panic when they encountered a major event. Tang Mo was the opposite.
Tang Mo was a very rational person. Five years ago, his parents had been in a car accident. At that time, he had just entered university. If it were anyone else, they would have been devastated. Tang Mo dealt with the two people's funerals in an orderly manner. It wasn't until everything was over that he secretly cried and began to think about his future.
Moreover, ever since his heart rate had sped up and he had developed a sense of anxiety two days ago, he realized that he had become calmer than before.
Tang Mo held the explosion-proof stick in his right hand and took out a thick book from the G bookshelf to use as a shield. Then he walked to the window.
Outside the window was an endless expanse of whiteness.
This was the window on the east side of the library. Normally, one could see the main street of Suzhou City from here, as well as a few famous ancient gardens.
Tang Mo's grip on the stick tightened. He seemed calm but he was always alert to the movements around him. Every bookshelf he passed, he was ready to fight back at any time.
He looked at all the windows on the third floor of the library and returned to his original spot.
"We are not in Suzhou anymore."
The huckster sat in the corner and stared at Tang Mo with horror.
Tang Mo didn't want to say this answer but he braced himself and said, "We are now surrounded by whiteness but this is indeed the library. It is probably similar to the library being moved into a large empty room. I have been working here for a year. I just looked at the service desk and my colleague's cup is still on the table. It is exactly the same as the library. "
After all, they weren't alone. The huckster heard Tang Mo say a lot and summoned the courage to stand up. He looked around and suddenly said, "Ah, this is the book I secretly put here last week!"
Tang Mo looked in the direction of his finger.
"I was afraid that this book would be borrowed by someone else so I hid it in the gap between the two bookshelves."
Tang Mo, "…"
So it was you who did it!
Tang Mo was the librarian of the library and the huckster was a frequent visitor. Both of them confirmed that this was the library.
Tang Mo took the huckster to the security cabinet and took another explosion-proof stick. Everything was unknown now. Letting the huckster take the explosion-proof stick could protect his own safety. Secondly, if the two of them encountered any danger, there would be one more helper.
The two of them had just walked to the service desk when footsteps were heard from the bookshelves deep on the third floor.
The huckster's eyes widened with fright and Tang Mo broke out in a cold sweat.
He had just checked and there was no one there! Who were these footsteps?
The two of them gripped the explosion-proof stick and carefully stared ahead, their backs against the wall. The sound was getting closer and closer. It was very irregular, like a child jumping on the ground. 30 seconds later, a small shadow appeared from the depths of the bookshelves. It was a little girl with two ponytails. Even though it was late November, she was still wearing a red dress and a pair of shiny red leather shoes.
The sound just now was the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground.
"Ghost … ghost! Ghost! "
The huckster shrank behind Tang Mo in fear.
But Tang Mo was also afraid!
… This wasn't a question of being calm or not. What was wrong with a mosaic?
The little girl in the red dress looked like she was only seven or eight years old. She wore a delicate dress, small shoes and even the small schoolbag on her back was a Disney pink Minnie Mouse design. It was extremely delicate and looked no different from a real person. Only her face was covered in a thick layer of mosaic.
There were no eyebrows, no eyes, no nose, no mouth.
There was only mosaic.
Tang Mo gritted his teeth and suppressed the desire to kill this little girl.
"Brother, have you seen my book?"
No matter how clear and pleasant the voice was, Tang Mo only felt creeped out by this face.
Tang Mo stared at the little girl with a cold expression and didn't answer.
The little girl asked again, "Brother, have you seen my book?"
The little girl looked very weak and it should be easy for Tang Mo to subdue her. But given that this place was too strange and the little girl's face was mosaic, it was obvious that she wasn't a real person. Tang Mo didn't dare move and could only cooperate. He pursed his lips. After a moment, he tried to put on a friendly smile. "Little friend, what book is it that's missing?"
"Brother, your smile is so ugly."
Tang Mo, "…"
The little girl said, "My book is missing. Brother, can you help me find it? Mother is so annoying. I hate reading but she bought a lot of books for me. Those books are ugly but mother will be very angry if I lose them. Mother will kill me if the book is gone. Brother, can you help me find the book? "
Tang Mo no longer deliberately smiled. "Who is mother?"
"Mother is mother. Brother, you are strange."
The huckster's trembling voice came from behind. "If you can't find the book, mother … mother will kill you?"
"Yes, mother will be very angry. It is terrible for mother to be angry. "
The huckster said, "She won't kill me, right?"
The little girl tilted her head, and the right ponytail fell down and landed on the mosaic face. Tang Mo didn't know why but he felt that if there was no mosaic, the little girl would be smiling right now. She was looking at him and the huckster with a pair of dark eyes. Then she said, "Hehehe, if Brother doesn't help me find the book, I will also kill Brother."
A bucket of ice water was poured from head to toe. Tang Mo pursed his lips and stared at the mosaic girl.
A moment later, he asked lightly, "Do you remember what book it is? I will help you find it. "
"Um …" The little girl shook her head, her ponytail swaying from side to side. She seemed to be thinking hard. She said 'um' for a long time. "I can't remember!"
Tang Mo had long guessed this answer.
Suddenly, the little girl hurriedly said, "Ah, I have to go to school. If I am late, the teacher will kill me. I will go first. Brother, you have to help me find the book. "She carried her small schoolbag and ran into the depths of the bookshelf.
The little girl was gone, and this strange game had officially begun.
Tang Mo and the huckster were hiding at the service desk and didn't go out to contact the little girl. The moment the little girl disappeared, the computer belonging to Tang Mo at the service desk suddenly lit up and the two people walked over.
A paragraph of text appeared on the blue background of the computer. It was obviously a diary.
Tang Mo read it. "November 15th, sunny. I've lost the book my mother bought! Mother will kill me! "
The huckster cried out, "It changed! The words changed! November 16th, cloudy. I hid it from Mother and Mother doesn't know the book is missing. Where is the book, where is the book? Mother will really kill me! "
The text on the computer screen changed again.
Tang Mo read, "November 17th, cloudy. Mother seems to have found it. Did she find it? "The text changed and he continued to read," November 18th, rain. Hehehe … Mother really killed me. "
Tang Mo and the huckster were silent.
"… Are we really going to die?" The huckster muttered to himself.
Tang Mo looked at the huckster.
The work in the library was very boring and they had to receive all kinds of people every day. During the break, they would occasionally talk about the strange things they saw today. The huckster was a strange thing. He didn't seem to have a job and would come to the library every day to read books. Xiao Zhao said that the huckster was dumped by his girlfriend in the past and became psychopathic.
In the hearts of the staff, the huckster was a very strange person, funny and pitiful.
Now the huckster was looking at Tang Mo with a really pitiful expression.
Tang Mo could see that he was afraid. In fact, he was also afraid but this wasn't what they needed at this time. Tang Mo thought about it and honestly replied, "Maybe we really will die."
The huckster's eyes widened in despair.
Tang Mo said, "Wait a minute, the words on the computer changed again. As a obedient and sensible little girl, Mosaic … "Tang Mo's expression twisted as he continued to read," Mosaic only has one shortcoming. She doesn't like to read. Mother hates little girls who don't like to read, especially little girls who throw away the book and lie that it was stolen. But Mother doesn't know that Mosaic didn't lie. She didn't throw away the book and the demon stole it. "
Tang Mo frowned when he saw the word 'demon'.
"Demons hate books the most. Demons are illiterate. Why do they need to read? Only those birds with wings know how to read. The unlucky demon stole the book and was discovered by the angel. He didn't burn the evil book and secretly hid it in a library. However, the bookshelves in the library looked exactly the same. After the angel left, the stupid demon was dumbfounded and let out an angry roar — "
"These damn books!"
As Tang Mo finished reading the text, a clear child's voice was suddenly heard in the library.
"Ding dong! The game 'Who Stole My Book' has officially started. During the game — "
"First, violence is prohibited."
"Second, the angel can get information about the book during the day."
"Third, the demon can burn any bookshelf at night."
"Clever and kind angel, in three days, Mosaic will be killed by an angry mother. Can you bear to watch such a lovely little girl die? "
Tang Mo, "…"
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