"Ding dong! Black tower's seventh floor main mission: Eliminate Inari from the black tower world! "
Tang Mo's brain worked quickly.
Almost instantly, he understood.
The person talking to him wasn't a turkey egg or a turkey. He might be a creature from the black tower.
It was more likely …
"Are you a human?"
The male voice was silent for a moment. "Yes.
I am a human. Are you also a human? "
Tang Mo replied, "Yes."
The two of them didn't speak again.
The car was parked on the side of the road.
The dazzling setting sun shone into the car, turning the white egg golden. Text appeared from time to time. Tang Mo could only see a few words and a group of garbled codes.
He was now more concerned about the person speaking across from him.
He thought for a moment.
He decided that before asking the other person questions,
He would first show his sincerity. He began to describe his situation. "Now I am holding a white egg in my hand.
Your voice is coming from inside. Are you trapped in the egg or is there something else? "
The man's voice was firm and calm. "I'm not trapped in the egg. I am also holding an egg in my hand and your voice is coming from inside." He paused before adding, "This is a turkey egg."
Tang Mo's thoughts moved. "You should be a Chinese person. Did you just come out of the black tower's first floor? I got this egg from a black tower monster.
It is a turkey egg. "
"Me too. I got a white turkey egg from a black tower creature."
The two of them completely understood.
The turkey egg in their hands was similar to a mobile phone.
It allowed them to talk to a stranger they had never met.
In that case,
Tang Mo now wanted to know.
How far could this turkey egg be used to communicate?
"Where are you?"
"Which city are you in?"
The words spoken at the same time stunned both sides.
The other person reacted first. "I am in Beijing."
Beijing?
Beijing was 1,000 kilometres away from Shanghai. It was so far.
The turkey egg could be directly contacted. Was it really because of the mobile phone?
Tang Mo replied, "I am in Shanghai."
Tang Mo looked down at the turkey egg in his hand and had a vague idea. He didn't know why the egg in his hand seemed to be in a damaged state. Tang Mo didn't think that his random knocking could break the turkey egg. It must be known that it wasn't the turkey egg that was broken but his steering wheel. The things in the Black Tower were not so fragile.
The possibility of the turkey egg being damaged by him was less than 20%, and the probability of it being damaged was more than 80%.
Because the turkey egg was damaged, Tang Mo didn't know what this egg was used for. There were only three lines of text on the turkey egg. One of them was –
Rarity: Rare
It was a rare item.
If the black tower was really just playing a game, it was reasonable for it to give props to players. Rare props were very precious in any game. Tang Mo didn't know if his damaged turkey egg could play a role again but he might be able to learn the true use of the turkey egg from the mouth of this Beijing player.
A rare prop couldn't just be used for communication. Before the earth went online, human technology was already capable of global video calls. There was no reason that the mysterious black tower could only do this. Since both of them were turkey eggs, they looked similar, and they could communicate. In all likelihood, their functions were the same.
Tang Mo sorted out his words. "When I was playing a black tower attack game on the first floor, a big mole in the black tower gave me this egg as a reward. This egg is very hard. I used it to hit the steering wheel of a car, a stone and some other hard things. My steering wheel was cracked but it didn't break. "
First, he said as much information as possible, making the other party feel that the two sides were sharing information.
Tang Mo continued, "… The big mole who gave me the turkey egg said that we humans can't hatch turkey eggs. I thought I was the only one who got this egg and could use it directly. I didn't expect you to also have it. However, I didn't say that I needed another person to use this egg and that both sides could talk. Do you have any hints on your side? "
The low male voice answered decisively, "No."
Tang Mo, "…"
Was there anyone who chatted like this?
How could this person not speak at all?
Shouldn't normal people take the initiative to say the information they have when communicating with others in a friendly atmosphere?
Tang Mo was silent for a long time before continuing, "How did you get in touch with me? At present, I heard your voice first and then I answered. "
This wasn't information. If he wasn't willing to say this then Tang Mo didn't have any hope.
"A few lines of words appeared on the egg and I tried to study the egg. Once I tapped my finger on the egg for the third time, it suddenly flashed with a dazzling golden light. " The man was finally willing to reveal some information. "When I speak now, the egg has been emitting a very faint golden light."
Tang Mo suddenly remembered that when he tapped it for the third time, the egg also seemed to shine. However, the man's voice was heard and the light disappeared.
Tang Mo asked, "Do you know how to close the call?"
"I'll try."
Both of them tried for a long time before the voice was cut off. 10 seconds later, the man's voice was heard. "I just held the egg with both hands and the call was terminated."
He could start the call by tapping it three times but the call was terminated by holding the egg with both hands?
Tang Mo said, "Then you terminate it first. I'll try."
"Okay."
Tang Mo tried it once and found that he could also start the call at any time and terminate it at any time. After many experiments, no matter which side, as long as they tapped their own egg three times, they could start the call. Either side could end the call if they held the egg.
During the experiment, the two sides had a tacit understanding. No one said a word of nonsense and they shared information as much as possible.
Once the egg was studied by them, a strange feeling welled up in Tang Mo's heart. The owner of the other turkey egg cooperated very well with him. Their cooperation seemed to have been trained many times and were very compatible. This made Tang Mo have a good impression of the other person. Unfortunately, if this person was a little better, Tang Mo would have a better impression of the other person.
This person didn't say any key information from beginning to end. It was obvious that he was hiding something. Tang Mo knew that the other person was hiding something and he also knew that the other person found out that he was trying to get information.
Now that the two of them had said everything they could say, if no one was willing to reveal their true information, then there was no point in saying anything. For example, it was impossible for Tang Mo to say that his turkey egg was damaged, so he was at a disadvantage. The other person also refused to say useful information and was always on guard against Tang Mo, a stranger.
The man's voice was steady and a bit pleasant. "Do you have anything else to say?"
Tang Mo replied, "… There is one last question."
"What?"
"Why is the first thing you say isn't 'hello' or 'hey' but … Momo?"
The air was quiet. Tang Mo vaguely felt that something was wrong but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. It wasn't until a low laugh came from the turkey egg that the man's voice was mixed with a smile for the first time. "It turns out that you don't even know what this egg is called?"
Tang Mo, "…"
Some words should be kept in the heart and not said out loud!
Tang Mo knew that this man was deliberately guarding against him. He also knew that the other person knew that there was a lack of information. But now that he said it openly … his heart felt a bit uncomfortable. He felt that the two of them had always been indifferent and guarded against each other. Because of this, they seemed to be a little closer.
At least they weren't enemies.
"This egg is called 'Momo'. That's why I subconsciously shouted 'Momo' after I saw it shine."
Tang Mo said lightly, "My name is Mo. What is your name?"
"…" The man was silent for a moment, only realizing how many times he had shouted such an intimate name. After a long time, he said, "My surname is Fu."
Tang Mo asked, "Then it's fine?"
"Yes, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
At the end of the call, Tang Mo put the turkey egg back in his pocket and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
First, this egg was called Momo.
It shouldn't have anything to do with his name. It was just a coincidence.
Secondly, this Mr. Fu from Beijing was very smart and had his guard up. The possibility of getting information from the other person's mouth was very small. It was even possible that this would be their first and last call. Their call had no benefits and both sides were aware that the person on the other side of the turkey egg wasn't easy to deal with. In that case, there was no need to contact again.
This rare prop, the turkey egg, was like a hot potato in Tang Mo's hands. He wanted to use it but he didn't know the role of the turkey egg. He didn't know if the egg was damaged to the point where it couldn't be used.
As for getting information from the man's mouth …
Tang Mo didn't have any hope. Unless there was an accident and the other party had to share information with him, this person would absolutely not let go.
Tang Mo wouldn't share information about a rare prop with a stranger. With this prop, he couldn't wait to hide it and not be discovered by anyone in order to achieve a surprise victory. Tang Mo wouldn't be so stupid to take the initiative to tell him the information.
Tang Mo sighed and continued to look for the City North High School.
By the time the car reached downtown Shanghai, the number of vehicles on the streets had increased and it was a mess. It wasn't wise to choose to drive at this time. Tang Mo abandoned the car and walked. He walked along the edge of the road. Once there was a roadblock, he would use the roadblock to hide his figure.
The bustling and magnificent Shanghai became a deserted city on the fourth day of the earth going online.
The sky was getting dark but many businesses on both sides of the street still had their lights on. Tang Mo passed a KFC. There were unfinished fries and ketchup on the table by the window but the fries had withered. There was no one in the empty fast food restaurant.
The closer he got to the city center, the more cautious Tang Mo became.
There were more and more people here. He turned a corner and saw a young woman in sportswear in a family convenience store, holding a variety of snacks and instant noodles to fill her stomach. She wasn't surprised to see Tang Mo. She just looked at him warily before turning to search for food and water in the convenience store.
Tang Mo was carrying a heavy bag containing a flashlight, food and water.
Along the way, he saw a lot of people searching for food and water. He also saw several small groups vigilantly staring at everyone passing by. Many people were stained with blood and some were injured, lying on the side of the road with broken arms and legs.
The excessive population meant that there were still many people alive in the city after the black tower incident.
Tang Mo roughly estimated that there were about four people per square kilometer in the center of Shanghai. It was dinner time and most of these people were eating. After Tang Mo's physical fitness improved, his need for food was greatly reduced. He hadn't eaten for a day and night but he wasn't hungry.
The Shibei High School was a famous school in Shanghai but Tang Mo didn't know it. He didn't ask the two people eating on the side of the road. Instead, he went straight to an abandoned newsstand and searched for a long time before finding a detailed map of Shanghai.
"Jing 'an District … Shibei High School … here."
Tang Mo carried his bag and moved forward again.
Suddenly, there was no warning when a clear and cheerful voice was heard.
"Ding dong! The official player of District 3, Richard Wales, has successfully opened the black tower's first floor. In three minutes, all US players will start attacking the tower! "
Tang Mo stopped moving and the two people who were eating also looked up at the black tower in the distance. Tang Mo turned his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of the newsstand.
19: 18.
"The game time is from 6 o 'clock to 18 o' clock every day. The game time in China is over. The United States … has a 13 hour time difference and the game time is calculated according to local time? Will there be a global notification … "
Tang Mo continued to move forward.
This game announcement wasn't like when stowaway Fu Wenduo opened the black tower. It was broadcasted three times and stopped after one broadcast.
It was because it wasn't Chinese players who opened the tower attack game this time. It was American players. Tang Mo walked on the road and heard a middle-aged man covered in blood, laughing wildly and gloating. "Die, all die … die … die …"
At 11 o 'clock at night, Tang Mo finally reached the Jing' an District. The vehicles on the street were in a mess and he kept crossing them, causing his walking speed to drop. He accidentally went in the wrong direction. By the time he reached the Jing 'an District, a loud child's voice was heard.
"Ding dong! The official player of District 2, Mary Fandersar, has successfully cleared the black tower's first floor! "
Tang Mo raised an eyebrow with surprise. It wasn't the player who opened the tower attack game who cleared it?
"Ding dong! On November 19th, 2017, a total of two players in the world have cleared the black tower's first floor. The remaining 416.23 million players, please try to attack the tower! "
Tang Mo's footsteps stopped. He raised his head and stared at the dark shadow suspended in the air with disbelief.
He clearly remembered that yesterday morning, more than 490 million players had logged into the game. Now … 80 million were missing?! Was it because of the two tower attack games in China and the United States or was there another way to cause player deaths?
Another 80 million people died so quickly?!
Tang Mo's face was livid as he continued to move forward. The street lights on the street were constantly flashing. Tang Mo took out a flashlight from his backpack and illuminated the map. He didn't say a word as he walked through three intersections and four streets. It didn't take long for Tang Mo to see a traffic sign on the side of the road saying 'School in front, pay attention to avoid.' He was already near the school.
Kacha —
Tang Mo stepped on the glass fragments. He looked down and saw many small glass fragments falling to the ground. He looked up again and saw that the street lamp above his head had somehow been broken and the glass was falling to the ground.
This was just the first broken street lamp.
Tang Mo looked at the road leading to the school gate in front of him.
On this road, there were only two street lamps shining with a dim light. The ground was covered with glass fragments from the street lamps. The late autumn wind whistled through the trees on both sides of the road. The dark shade of the trees was like a silent ghost. Tang Mo expressionlessly walked through the black shadows on both sides, stepping on the glass fragments.
The cold night wind blew the hem of his trench coat but his eyes were calm, as if he hadn't noticed anything.
Suddenly, Tang Mo raised his foot and quickly took two steps to the left. In the position he had just passed, a big nail as thick as a finger had suddenly appeared. If he had stepped on it just now, his foot would definitely have been pierced.
Tang Mo raised his head and stared vigilantly around.
He had reached the school and was only 100 metres away from the school gate.
It was one o 'clock in the morning and the cold night wind was blowing. There was no one around. Tang Mo continued to move forward. This miraculous nail appeared twice. One time, it was even blatantly suspended in front of Tang Mo. As long as he didn't pay attention and took a step forward, the nail would suddenly appear and stab his eyes. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and dodged it.
These strange situations happened when he approached the school. Now he was only 10 metres away from the school gate. If he had to walk back to the intersection, it would be more than 80 metres.
Tang Mo hesitated for a moment before deciding to go into the school to find out.
A hurried voice was heard. "Don't come over!"
His voice was young and loud, with a hint of dryness that indicated that his voice had not completely changed.
Tang Mo immediately reacted. "Are you a student of this school?"
"Don't come over, you … who are you?"
"I have no malicious intent. I am looking for a student. She is my friend's daughter. "
The big nail floating in front of Tang Mo fell to the ground and no longer seemed to block his steps. Tang Mo continued to move forward. There were no obstacles and he walked to the school gate. He looked through the gate and didn't see anyone. The little boy who had just spoken was nowhere to be seen.
Tang Mo frowned and asked loudly, "Where are you?"
The boy timidly asked, "You … you really aren't a bad person?"
"I'm not. Are you in trouble? Do you need help? I have some water and food here. "
"I … I am in the guard room next to the door. Put the water and food at the door and don't come in …"
Tang Mo took out a bottle of water and a bag of compressed biscuits from his backpack and walked to the door of the guard room. He walked at an unhurried pace, but halfway there, he stopped.
The little boy said, "You … why don't you come over?"
Tang Mo smiled and continued to move forward. There was silence. The little boy no longer spoke and Tang Mo didn't speak. He just walked quietly. Once he reached the steps in front of the door of the guard room, he suddenly sped up and bypassed the door. He flew from the side and smashed through the window, crashing into the small guard room.
The fragments of the window splashed onto the steps that Tang Mo was about to step on. The steps collapsed in an instant, creating a large hole seven or eight metres deep. There were many sharp knives at the bottom of the hole.
"Teacher, he found me! Teacher, save me!!! "
Ordinary glass fragments couldn't hurt Tang Mo's skin at all. Even his reaction speed and running speed surpassed most humans. The chubby boy shouted in horror when he saw Tang Mo. He turned and ran, but Tang Mo was faster than him. He grabbed the chubby boy's arm and pulled him in front of him. Tang Mo directly locked the boy's arms.
"Don't move! Who are you and what do you want? "An anxious male voice was heard.
Tang Mo looked up and saw a young man in a white shirt. He seemed to have just woken up. His hair was messy and his eyes were red as he ran into the guard room.
Tang Mo asked, "Why did you trick me into coming here … to kill me?"
The young man hurriedly said, "Put him down first and don't hurt him. Whatever you want, we will give it to you and satisfy you! "
Tang Mo sensed that something was wrong and was about to ask about the situation when he heard a voice. "Tang Mo?! You are finally here! Hey, don't, let go of him. Teacher Li, he isn't a bad person. He is Tang Mo, the friend I told you about before. He wanted to come to the city to find someone. I got separated from him halfway and came to the school to see if I could meet him. "
Tang Mo looked at the person.
"Li Wen?"
It was now 'daytime' and the demons had disappeared. The angels could walk around freely. They had been in this strange place for a few hours and Tang Mo and the huckster were no longer so nervous. The two of them walked to the burned bookshelf with explosion-proof sticks. Tang Mo crouched down and looked at the bookshelf that had been burned to ashes.
There were a total of 23 bookshelves on the third floor of the library. This time, it was the ninth bookshelf from the help desk that was burned.
This was a category I bookshelf. Most of the books on it were geography books, including domestic and foreign travel books, geography books and some religious books. Now they were all burned to ashes. The wooden bookshelves had been burnt into charcoal and were lying on the ground, while the books were piled up into a small mountain of black ash. Tang Mo reached out and touched the black ash.
"It isn't hot."
The huckster looked at him. "It isn't hot?"
Tang Mo nodded. "Yes, according to Tong Sheng, it has been a whole night since the bookshelf was burned. It is possible that it isn't hot. But in our own time flow, only half an hour has passed. Let's not talk about how such a huge bookshelf and more than ten thousand books were burned in half an hour. Just the fact that the ashes aren't hot at all … can't be explained with common sense. "
The huckster said, "This was burned by the demon. Of course, it can't be explained by science."
What happened to them was beyond the scope of theoretical science. A few more things happened and they weren't afraid of the itch.
The huckster was obviously more concerned about the problem of finding the books. He gulped in fear. "Just now, the little girl said that the angels know about the books she lost? Tang Mo, do you know any books? " After a pause, the huckster added, "I know too many books. I have been reading in your library for almost a year and I have read every book."
Tang Mo wasn't in a hurry. "I have always been responsible for the third floor's book entry project. I definitely know more than you."
The huckster looked at him and sweat rolled down his head. "Then what should we do? This is the second day. "
Tang Mo didn't answer the huckster's words. He walked around the pile of black ash. The huckster kept muttering. He roughly recalled what the little girl said when she appeared but couldn't find any decisive evidence. He anxiously said, "Tang Mo, what should we do?"
"Don't worry." Tang Mo squatted in front of the ashes of the bookshelf and looked up at the huckster. The 'sunlight' outside the window shone on his face and he smiled. "The more important thing now is … why did the demon burn this bookshelf?"
The huckster was stunned.
There were 23 bookshelves. According to common sense, the probability of the demon burning the book was 3/23. The premise was that the angel didn't find the book in advance.
The huckster thought about it and explained, "The child said that the demon couldn't remember which bookshelf he hid the book in. Therefore, he should be randomly burning it."
Tang Mo casually said, "Maybe."
The huckster put his hands in his hair. "Let's hurry and find the book. If we can't find it, we will really be finished. The books I have read recently are on this bookshelf and … "The huckster paused and his expression became a bit ugly." And this burned bookshelf. Tang Mo, what about you? "
Tang Mo stood up. "I have read too many books. Every day, I have to sort out the books you have randomly placed."
The huckster looked dignified. He looked at the books on the bookshelf next to him and the ashes on the ground. He seemed like a real psychopath as he kept muttering the words of the little girl.
In fact, if it were any other normal person who encountered such a situation and had seen so many supernatural things, it was possible that they would be forced to go crazy.
Tang Mo reached into the ashes and scooped out a pile of ash. He turned to look at the huckster pacing back and forth. After a moment, he suddenly remembered. "I have recently sorted out a few bookshelves. About three days ago, the director asked me to sort out the H bookshelf. "
The huckster's footsteps suddenly stopped and he looked at Tang Mo. "Three days ago? The time is so close. Maybe it is here! "
Then the two people walked to the H bookshelf and were dumbfounded.
"There are more than 12,000 books on the H bookshelf." Tang Mo gave a rough number.
The huckster calmly asked, "What counts as finding the book? If we take out all the books on the H bookshelf and take out the correct one, does that count as finding the book? "
The rules of the game didn't introduce this. The game only said that angels could get a hint during the day and demons could burn books at night. If they directly found the correct book and handed it to Mosaic, they would definitely be able to complete the task. But if it was just taking the right book out of the bookshelf, would it count as a success?
Tang Mo didn't think of this plan. He said, "There are more than 10,000 books. If we hurry, we might be able to take all these books out of the bookshelf in two hours."
They did it.
The huckster excitedly took out the books and Tang Mo also obediently took out the books. They divided into two groups and completed their tasks on both sides of the bookshelf. Time passed, but when night fell, Tang Mo took out a book on the history of the Qing Dynasty. He wanted to touch the next book but found that he couldn't take it out of the bookshelf.
There was darkness in front of him and the huckster said with horror, "I can't take out the book."
Tang Mo pursed his lips. "I also can't take it out."
The two of them touched the bookshelf, walked all the way back to the service desk and lit the only lamp that could be turned on.
In the dim light, Tang Mo and the huckster sat on the ground against the table, staring in the direction of the H bookshelf not far away. They couldn't see anything in the darkness at the moment but they knew that within two hours, a bookshelf would be burned. At that time, the flames would soar and they would be able to clearly see everything in the library.
In such tense and depressing times, time passed extremely slowly, every second feeling like a year.
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