"Ding dong! The black tower's seventh floor main mission: Eliminate Inari from the black tower world! "
The huckster and Xiao Zhao disappeared completely.
They didn't leave any clothes or belongings behind. He didn't need to help pack up anything.
Tang Mo closed the door and left the library.
Under the black tower in the city center.
There were seven or eight people gathered around. Some of them were paralyzed on the ground, not understanding what had just happened.
Why did their companions who were shouting and swimming with them disappear in just a few minutes? There were also two middle-aged men dressed like elites tearing down the white wall.
The white plastic wall was built by the armed police three days ago.
They surrounded the black tower and didn't allow ordinary citizens to approach.
Now the armed police had disappeared and the scientists doing research in the white wall had also disappeared. The two men tore a big hole in the white wall.
They approached the black tower. Tang Mo didn't follow them. He just looked at it from a distance.
He continued to move forward.
So many scientists had studied it for half a year and hadn't found any clues. He didn't think he could figure out what the black tower was.
The first problem Tang Mo had to face was that there was no car.
It was 8: 15 and the huckster and Xiao Zhao had disappeared at 8: 00 sharp. Just like them,
Most of the people in the city had disappeared. There was no driver.
The bus and subway couldn't go home. In addition, many people were still driving when they disappeared.
Now these cars had crashed into each other, blocking most of the road.
Tang Mo walked half a kilometer and saw a yellow car that had fallen to the ground.
He took out his phone and scanned the QR code.
"Sure enough, it can't be used …"
Tang Mo frowned and crouched down to observe the lock structure of the yellow car. After looking at it for two minutes, he picked up a stone from the ground and started to smash the lock.
The huge shock made Tang Mo's wrist feel a bit painful.
However, his strength was much greater than before.
He smashed it twice.
The steel lock was smashed into pieces.
Tang Mo looked thoughtfully at the iron lock that he had smashed.
He rode the yellow car home.
40 minutes later, he entered the community and parked the yellow car downstairs.
In the quiet community, there was no one around. There was only the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind. Tang Mo simply packed some clothes after returning home. Tang Mo's parents were only children and his grandparents had passed away when he was a child. When he was in college, his parents died in a car accident. After that, he had little contact with his relatives.
Tang Mo's close friends didn't stay in Suzhou after graduation. One went to Beijing and one went to Shanghai.
The huckster's daughter was also in Shanghai, so he could go and find his friend.
Tang Mo was trapped in the library yesterday evening. When he returned home, he first filled his stomach and then packed a few clothes into his suitcase. Everything was packed, but there was a more serious problem —
He doesn't have a car.
From Suzhou to Shanghai, it only took half an hour to take the high-speed train, and one hour to drive.
The high-speed rail couldn't operate now. Tang Mo didn't dare imagine the current situation on the railway. If, like on the street, the driver suddenly disappeared, and countless cars crashed one after another. If it was on the railway, the unmanned train would have crashed into each other as well.
He needed a car.
Tang Mo went upstairs and knocked on the landlord's door. After three minutes, there was no response from the door. He picked up the iron wrench he had brought from home and smashed it through the lock.
As soon as he entered, he smelled a strong smell of gas.
Tang Mo's eyes narrowed as he ran to the kitchen to turn off the gas stove and open the windows.
There were cut vegetables on the kitchen table. It was clear that the owner of the house was preparing a delicious breakfast before disappearing. Tang Mo left school a year ago and rented this house. The landlord was a very good old couple who lived upstairs. The old couple retired and had nothing to do at home. Sometimes, they would invite Tang Mo upstairs to eat.
Tang Mo didn't have a car and often borrowed it from the landlord.
He took the car key from the drawer under the TV cabinet and checked around. Once he found that there was really no one in the house, he opened the door and left.
Shanghai was too close to Suzhou and driving wouldn't consume too much gas. However, Tang Mo found that the landlord's car really didn't have much gas. The needle was approaching the red line. Based on his estimation of the amount of fuel, he would have to break down halfway through the journey at most.
He could only refuel first.
Tang Mo inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it to the right. The moment he started the car, a sharp pain suddenly invaded his heart. It was like a big hand was pressing hard on his heart. Tang Mo's face turned pale, his heart pounded and his blood flowed to the extreme.
His body temperature rose at an unimaginable speed.
It reached 40 degrees in one minute!
However, the high temperature of 40 degrees didn't burn Tang Mo's brain. His consciousness was very clear and he clearly felt a sharp knife cutting the flesh of his heart. His body temperature was still rising and the pain in his heart gradually increased.
Tang Mo punched the passenger seat but this couldn't relieve the pain.
The severe pain made his consciousness gradually blurred.
10 hours later, Tang Mo woke up and the sky was dark. When he was unconscious, his clothes were soaked with sweat again and again. Then they were naturally air-dried and then soaked with sweat again. He didn't know how many times this was repeated before his heartbeat returned to normal and the pain disappeared.
Tang Mo's face was still a bit ugly but his eyes were extremely sharp and bright.
He touched his chest and saw that his heart had returned to normal. He checked other parts of his body and there were no abnormalities.
Then he reached out and grabbed a book from the air.
He completely grabbed the book from the air but there was no surprise on Tang Mo's face. It was a notebook-like book with a yellowish-brown hardboard kraft cover. The inside of the book was blank. Tang Mo stared seriously at the blank paper. Under his gaze, lines of words appeared on the white paper.
[Arcana: Eat and leave without paying.]
[Owner: Tang Mo]
Type: Special type
Function: Collect Arcana
Note: Everyone has a dream in their heart to eat and leave without giving money! Tang Mo might look like a decent person but he didn't know a person's heart. He also wanted to do this kind of thing. At the age of seven, Tang Mo stole chocolate from his neighbor's child and didn't give money. At the age of 10, he copied his deskmate's homework and didn't give money. At the age of 15, he peeked at his first porn (calcium tablets) and still didn't give money!
You see, he wants to eat and leave without giving money!]
Tang Mo, "…"
You are crazy!!!
Tang Mo almost wanted to slap the book to the wall.
Fortunately, he endured it.
This was his ability.
When Tang Mo woke up, he knew that he had an ability. His ability wasn't wind, fire, thunder or lightning. It wasn't a natural divine power. It was a book that made people want to slap it.
Tang Mo kept flipping through the book. Unfortunately, apart from the information displayed on the first page, there were no other words in the book. He looked for half an hour and couldn't find any clues. After a long time, another line of words appeared in the book.
Note: Do you think Tang Mo will give money? Friend, he is thinking about going to the gas station to buy gas. Do you want to pay?
Tang Mo, "…"
"Bang —"
A book was thrown out of the window.
After a minute, the thin and handsome young man got out of the car and picked up the book with a blank expression.
The book was placed on the passenger seat and Tang Mo didn't look at it again. He drove to the nearest gas station. The gas station was dead silent and there was no one. A few fuel pipes fell to the ground and the pungent smell of diesel flowed to the ground. It was estimated that the staff had suddenly disappeared while they were refueling.
Tang Mo paused before getting out of the car and took out his wallet from the back seat.
There was obviously no one in the gas station but he shouted, "Is there anyone?"
There was no response so Tang Mo went directly to a refueling machine. There was a card inserted into the refueling machine. It was the card commonly used by the staff. Every staff member at the gas station had a card with a high limit. They would directly transfer the gas from this card to the driver.
Tang Mo didn't have his own car and didn't have a private gas card. He could only use the staff's card to refuel.
In the quiet and empty gas station, the tall, thin, black-haired young man quickly filled the gas tank. The dark night always made people feel nervous. This was originally a very prosperous area in Suzhou but there was no one here. Only Tang Mo stood under the bright lights, refueling his car.
There seemed to be something hidden in the darkness around him as a sharp wind whistled past.
Tang Mo put the refueling pipe back and his expression changed before he left. He seemed to think of something and took out two 100 yuan bills from his wallet, pressing them down with a stone on the ground of the gas station.
He was just about to get up and return to the car when something cold pressed against his waist. Tang Mo maintained his bent posture and didn't move.
"Don't move! Take out your wallet, hurry up! "
"Ah, my book!"
The little girl ran to Tang Mo at a speed that humans couldn't match and held the book 'The Secret of the Mayan Civilization' in her arms. She held the giant match in her left hand and the book in her right. After confirming that it was her lost book, she ran to the bookshelf and sat down, leaning against it as she started to read.
"Mom is going to test me on this book tomorrow. I have to hurry up and read."
In the huge and spacious library, the sound of the little girl flipping through the books could be heard.
The huckster's face became extremely pale and his lips turned purple as he stared at Mosaic and the book in her hands. It was like being fished out of the water. In just a few minutes, the huckster's hair was wet with sweat. He looked at Tang Mo and smiled bitterly. "It turned out to be this book. When did you know about it? "
Tang Mo looked down at the huckster's right hand. On the back of the hand, the white angel wing pattern gradually turned black and became black demon wings.
Tang Mo's voice was very calm. "From the moment I saw you."
The huckster's eyes widened in disbelief. "How is this possible?"
The little girl was still sitting on the ground reading and didn't seem to hear their voices. The game ended here. Tang Mo and the huckster went to the reading area of the library and sat down.
Tang Mo looked up at Mosaic in the distance. In the entire library, she was probably the only one who had the patience to read. The huckster was no longer timid and afraid. He sat in front of Tang Mo and started to tell the truth. "I pulled you into this game."
This was beyond Tang Mo's expectations.
The huckster said, "Sneaking into the library was an accident. I sneaked in before you entered the library. You know that many unemployed people like us come to the library to waste time. Before the library closes at night, your security guards will find us all and drive us out of the library. However, the security guards also made a mistake. Your library is too close to the tower. Thus, after the 'earth is online' sound, I chose to observe the tower here. Then on the third day, when I was reading a book, I accidentally heard what it said to me. "
The huckster raised his head and looked at Tang Mo seriously and enthusiastically. It seemed like he wasn't looking at Tang Mo but a great existence.
"It said to me that the game was about to begin." The huckster stared at the air obsessively and repeated, "I was chosen by it!"
Tang Mo didn't talk to him.
The huckster was just a crazy religious person, not a psychopath. All the library staff knew this. It didn't take a long time for the huckster to calm down, except for the sickly flush on his face. He said, "The game it chose for me was a 1v1 two-player game. I couldn't finish it alone. I was considering leaving the library to find someone to start the game when you came in. You and I knew each other. I thought for a moment and deliberately made a sound to lead you over. Now it seems that it was the worst decision I've ever made. "
Tang Mo asked him, "What is the punishment for failing the game? What is elimination? "
The huckster shook his head. "I don't know. It didn't say anything. The voice I heard was the same as the voice you heard. It never said anything unnecessary. It told me that the game object was chosen by me but the content of the game was decided by you. This is fair. Before the game officially started, I didn't know it was a book finding game. It might be because you are a librarian and fit your identity, so this game appeared. " The huckster paused and looked seriously at Tang Mo. "How did you find me?"
In fact, the matter was very simple. Tang Mo said, "You aren't a madman or a fool. Your reason for sneaking into the library is very weak. After we met, your every action was filled with fear. God … Mr. Chen, I also know a fanatical religious person. If that person said 'the black tower is God' to me three days ago, then I believe that when he was chosen by the black tower to open the game, his performance wouldn't be panic or fear. Instead, he would gladly endure. "
The huckster's straight back fell heavily against the back of the chair. "It turned out to be like this …"
Tang Mo said, "This is just a suspicion. I can't be sure if you are a good dragon or not."
"Then how did you know it was me?"
"Because the game has to be fair."
The huckster looked at Tang Mo with a puzzled expression.
Tang Mo touched the angel wing pattern on the back of his hand. "I also like to play games. I often play a game that can be regarded as one of the fairest card games in the world. In a game, skills can be stronger than luck, such as bridge, which I often play. Luck can also be stronger than skills, such as stud. However, there was one thing about these games that was equivalent, and that was that they were absolutely fair to both players. After the game starts, luck is also a kind of strength. No matter who is lucky or unlucky, there is a gap in strength. The game itself is fair. "
The huckster understood his words. "What does this have to do with our game?"
Tang Mo looked up at him. "Don't you think this game is very unfair?"
"What?"
"There are only three rules of the game. First, violence is prohibited. This also has a profound meaning and I won't talk about it for the time being. Second, the angel can get a message during the day. Third, the demon can burn a bookshelf at night. It seems that the angel has to find a book from hundreds of thousands of books and the game is very difficult. The demon has a 23/3 chance of winning the game. "
The huckster suddenly understood. "Are you saying that this game is unfair to the angel?"
"No." Tang Mo smiled and shook his head. "It is unfair to the demon."
The huckster was dumbfounded.
"For the angel, this game has a way to solve the problem. He just needs to follow the clues and find the book. But to the devil, he only did one thing, and that was to burn books. No one gave him any hints, and no one told him where the book was. Then the game became like this. The angel is playing a puzzle game while the demon is purely gambling. The angel can rely on skill and luck to complete the game while the demon can only rely on luck. "
The huckster argued, "But the probability of an angel finding the right book is much lower than that of a demon."
"As I said, after the game starts, luck becomes a kind of strength. If the demon doesn't burn the right book, his luck is 0 and he is no different from an angel. There is also the rule of the 'no violence' game. It completely kills the demon's way of getting clues. Then the demon must get the game clues from other places. "
The huckster didn't speak, his face turning white and blue. After a long time, he sighed and smiled helplessly. "I haven't played enough games. Tang Mo, is the bridge game you often play fun? Maybe I should play it more in the future. "
Tang Mo said, "If there is a chance, I will play with you."
The huckster smiled and nodded.
Tang Mo's eyes narrowed. "If the person playing the game with me is him, perhaps the ending of the game will be completely rewritten."
"Who is he?"
Tang Mo smiled. "He is a friend I often play bridge with. He is very powerful. If it was him, he would definitely think of the things I'm thinking about and then lie to me with perfect reasons. At least he wouldn't make several mistakes like you did. "
The huckster didn't feel ashamed. Instead, he humbly asked, "I made a mistake? I thought I played it very well. When I saw you, I deliberately pretended to be afraid that you would find my loopholes. Later, I took the opportunity to talk as little as possible and listened to you. "
"But you still made mistakes. For example, when I said that there was no one else in the library and that the demon didn't know where he was, you said, 'He is hiding.' If it was a normal reaction, our angel team would have two people and subconsciously think that the demon team also has two people, using 'they' instead of 'he.' "
The huckster's mouth twitched. "I am suddenly very interested in bridge."
"I thought I could expose you on the first night but I didn't expect the bookshelf to burn. I thought you had companions. But this isn't realistic. There are two demons and only one angel. This isn't fair to the angel. "Unless the black tower thinks that the two of you are on the same level as me.
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