Tang Mo looked around. There was no one else in the quiet library and there were no so-called angels or demons.
"Mr. Chen, can you help me turn off the computer? I will see if I can still take books from the bookshelf."
The huckster nodded and pressed the mouse to turn off the computer.
Tang Mo's eyes swept over the huckster's right hand holding the mouse. He strode to the bookshelf, pulled out a book and put it back. "It seems that we can still take books from the bookshelf. Then I will confirm it first … Mr. Chen, did you hear that voice?"
The huckster asked with a puzzled expression, "You mean to ask us to help the little girl find a book or she will die?"
Tang Mo nodded and the two of them sat on the chairs at the help desk. He said, "At present, it seems that we belong to the angel camp." Tang Mo stretched out his right hand. The huckster looked over and quickly stretched out his right hand. There was also an angel wing pattern on the back of his hand.
"Ah, I also have this."
Almost as soon as the child said the word 'angel', Tang Mo found that there was such a pattern on the back of his right hand. The intention was obvious. Tang Mo belonged to the angel camp. Most people in China were right-handed. He just asked the huckster to turn off the computer in order to understand the huckster's camp without alerting the enemy.
However, since the huckster was an angel, the problem was more serious.
The huckster obviously thought of this problem. "Both of us are angels. Who is the demon?"
This library was exactly the same as the library where Tang Mo worked. Tang Mo opened his drawer and took out a piece of chewing gum. He chewed the gum slowly and gave the huckster a piece. He frowned and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table.
"The first possibility is that the demon is different from us. The demon isn't a person. That voice should be related to the black tower. For the time being, we will assume that this game is the game that the black tower said three days ago. The black tower is an unknown creature. The demon, like the black tower, isn't a human. It is just an opponent set by the black tower. "
The huckster could completely understand this. "Then we can't find anyone else in the library. There are only the two of us because the demon doesn't exist."
Tang Mo nodded. "Yes, this is the case. However, this is a better situation. The second possibility is that the demon is also a human. "
The huckster nervously gripped the explosion-proof stick. "Is he hiding?"
Tang Mo's eyes swept over the huckster's hand holding the explosion-proof stick. A moment later, he smiled and said, "It is possible."
An unknown opponent was always more terrifying than a known danger.
Tang Mo and the huckster split up. The huckster was thicker than Tang Mo. He went to find the devil that might be hiding in the library while Tang Mo went to the first and second floors of the library.
Originally, the huckster was afraid to do this kind of thing alone. However, Tang Mo said, "The voice said violence is prohibited."
That being said, the huckster was still a bit scared. His legs trembled as he looked for people and he couldn't even hold the explosion-proof stick steadily.
Tang Mo came back in less than a minute. His expression was a little ugly. "I can't go down the stairs."
"Ah?"
"There are two ways to go down from the third floor. The first is to take the staff elevator, and the second is to go down the stairs. I took the stairs first, but there seemed to be an invisible wall at the top of the stairs, preventing me from going over. Then I went to find the staff elevator. The elevator didn't start and there was no way to go down. "
The huckster's brain turned. "You mean that we can only move freely on the third floor. Then isn't the book we are looking for on the third floor?"
Tang Mo also thought this was the case. However, if the scope of the book was limited to the third floor …
The huckster's expression suddenly became very ugly. His head turned stiffly and his voice trembled slightly. "How many bookshelves are there on the third floor of your library?"
"23."
The huckster's eyes widened. "Why are there so few?"
Tang Mo was also very helpless.
How could this be decided by him?
A few months ago, Director Wang had gone crazy and said that he wanted to learn from the Western modern library experience and transform his own library, starting from the third floor. Suzhou Library had a history of decades and was no different from other city libraries. The facilities inside were all old. After Director Wang remodeled the third floor, he replaced the original 100 or so bookshelves and bought 23 large bookshelves that were connected together.
Many readers complained that these bookshelves were inconvenient and Director Wang had already planned to replace them next year. Unfortunately, he was afraid that he wouldn't have a chance to change the bookshelves in this life.
It would be good for Tang Mo and the huckster if the scope of the book was limited to the third floor of the library. Tang Mo might be a library employee but he had been working on the third floor. The huckster liked to read books on mysticism and religion. These books were on the third floor. Both of them were the most familiar with the third floor of the library.
However, with fewer bookshelves, it would be easier for the demon to burn the books. The probability of burning the right book increased by a large proportion.
Just as the two of them were worrying, the familiar footsteps sounded from the depths of the bookshelves. Tang Mo saw the mosaic girl and couldn't help but wonder where she came from. The little girl was holding a small bowl in her hand and a pig's apron around her neck as she ran over.
"Did you find my book?"
The huckster shook his head in frustration. "We haven't started looking yet."
The little girl said angrily, "You haven't looked yet? I managed to sneak out to find you while the teacher wasn't paying attention. The first day is almost over and I have to go home after the afternoon class. It will be over if Mother finds out. "
Tang Mo asked, "Do you have any clues? Do you remember anything about the book?"
The little girl shook her ponytails. "I can't remember."
The huckster hurriedly asked, "Aren't you going to give us clues?"
The little girl suddenly said, "Ah, I remember. I found this feather in my room this morning. Yes, this is the demon's feather! I knew it wasn't me who lost the book. It was that damn demon who stole my book! Demons are bad guys who like to deceive people. I hate demons the most. Damn demon, I must catch him, break his wings, put him in a popcorn machine, and explode him into my favorite popcorn! "
The little girl handed a black feather to Tang Mo and bounced away.
"Ding dong! The angel has received a hint: 'Demon's feather.' "
Tang Mo, "…"
The huckster, "…"
A moment later, Tang Mo asked, "… This is our hint?"
The huckster was also a bit stunned. He thought about it. "Does this feather have any other use?"
Tang Mo touched the feather and shook it twice in the air. It was like an ordinary feather, without the slightest magical power. When Tang Mo tried hard to test the magical power hidden in it, it quietly maintained its original appearance, silently mocking him.
The light suddenly disappeared.
The huckster screamed with fright.
The whole library instantly sank into darkness and Tang Mo's heart skipped a beat. He happened to be standing next to the service desk and subconsciously turned on the old-fashioned lamp on the table. The faint yellow light illuminated a one-metre radius around the service desk, surrounding Tang Mo and the huckster.
Tang Mo stared unblinkingly at the bookshelves shrouded in darkness.
Tang Mo held back his nervousness and tried to turn on the other lights. He found that apart from the lamp on the service desk, all the other lights couldn't be turned on. The two of them leaned against the desk and sat down.
In this endless darkness, the fear became even more obvious. On the entire third floor of the library, there was only a little dim light and the light couldn't shine anywhere else. It was as if there was a huge beast hiding in the darkness. As long as they took a step out, they would be mercilessly swallowed.
"Did you hear anything?" The huckster moved closer to Tang Mo in fear.
Tang Mo's scalp tingled when he heard this. He listened carefully for a moment. "No, I didn't hear anything."
The huckster gulped. "How did the sky suddenly turn dark …"
Tang Mo remembered the nursery rhyme that the child sang at the beginning. "If you don't speak for three days and three nights, the angel and the demon will want it. The angel can get a hint during the day and the demon can burn a bookshelf at night. Is the day and night of this game different from our time flow? "
The huckster was so scared that he couldn't think at all.
Tang Mo tried to calm down. "It is two hours."
"What?"
"The game started at 17: 52 and it is now 19: 58. Two hours is a day."
The huckster wondered, "Is your memory that good?"
The huckster vaguely remembered that there was a time before the child sang the nursery rhyme. But he was so scared at the time that he didn't pay attention to the time, let alone remember it. Tang Mo actually remembered it?
In fact, Tang Mo was also very surprised. He also found that his memory seemed surprisingly good now. For example, he remembered that Minnie was wearing a yellow bow and holding a pink lollipop on the little girl's pink schoolbag.
When did his memory become so good?
There was no time to think about this now.
Tang Mo said calmly, "Let's assume that two hours is a day. The nursery rhyme says that if you don't speak for three days and three nights, the little girl will die after three days. Therefore … this' night 'is assumed to be two hours. At' night ', the demon will come out and burn the bookshelf. "
Tang Mo and the huckster's eyes widened as they stared at the 23 dark bookshelves.
They knew that violence was prohibited in the game but the fear of the unknown swept over them. They didn't dare relax as they gripped the sticks. It was a psychological comfort.
But an hour and a half passed and they didn't see anyone or the scene of the bookshelf burning.
The huckster asked, "Is there really a demon?"
Tang Mo's lips tightened as he looked at the huckster. "There should be."
"Then why hasn't he burned the bookshelf yet?"
Tang Mo leaned against the desk and said meaningfully, "I also want to know why he hasn't burned the bookshelf yet."
The huckster didn't understand his words but Tang Mo had already turned his head. He gripped the stick and stared at the huckster. "Mr. Chen, why do you think the demon hasn't burned …"
"Boom!"
There was a huge explosion in the library.
Tang Mo's eyes widened as he stared at the place where the explosion had occurred. In an instant, the flames engulfed the seventh row of bookshelves. The huge flames were terrifying in the library, illuminating everything. Tang Mo and the huckster stared at the place from beginning to end but they didn't see anyone appear until the flames were extinguished.
The next day, the little girl hopped over with Minnie's school bag on her back.
"You haven't found my book yet? Mother went to Uncle Mole's house today and I managed to hide it from her. She hasn't found out that my book has been stolen. I can't hide it from Mother. She will definitely find out. When can you help me find the book? "
Tang Mo's face was a bit pale as he rubbed his temples. "Did you remember any clues about the book today?"
The little girl said with dissatisfaction, "I said I don't remember, I don't remember, I don't remember!"
Tang Mo reminded her, "This is the second day."
The little girl didn't speak again but Tang Mo could feel that under the layers of mosaic, the little girl should be looking at him with strange eyes. She said, "You are an angel and you have read so many books. Of course you know the book. I'm not an angel and I hate reading books. How can I know a clue about a book? You obviously know! "
"Ding dong! The angel has received the second hint 'Mosaic's Contempt.' "
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