Mosaic skipped away, leaving behind more and more strange hints.
Tang Mo took a deep breath and resisted the desire to kill the little girl.
It was now 'daytime', the demon had disappeared and the angel 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 men walked to the burned bookshelf with explosion-proof rods. 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, the ninth bookshelf from the help desk was burned.
This was a Class I bookshelf. Most of the books on it were geography books, including travel books, geography books, and some books on religion. Now, all of them had been 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 the child's voice, 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 finding the book. He gulped in fear. "Just now, the little girl said that the angel knows about the book she lost? Tang Mo, do you know any books? " The huckster paused before adding, "I know too many books. I have been reading books 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 beads of 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 to himself. He 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 at the huckster. The 'sunlight' outside the window shone on his face. He smiled and said, "What's more important now is … why did the demon burn this bookshelf?"
The huckster was stunned.
There were 23 bookshelves. Logically speaking, the probability of the devil burning the correct book was 3/23. That was if the angel didn't find the book first.
The huckster thought about it and explained, "The child said that the demon couldn't remember which bookshelf he hid the book in, so he must have burned it randomly."
Tang Mo casually said, "Perhaps."
The huckster put his hands in his hair. "We should hurry to find the book. If we can't find it, we will really be finished. The books I read recently are on this bookshelf and … "The huckster paused and his face turned a bit ugly." And this burned bookshelf. Tang Mo, what about you? "
Tang Mo stood up. "I 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 who was 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 bookshelves. "
The huckster's footsteps suddenly stopped and he looked at Tang Mo. "Three days ago? It is so close. Maybe it is here! "
Then the two of them 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, as long as we take out the correct one, will it 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 correct 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.
The huckster's eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a homeless man who hadn't slept for three days. His lips were chapped and his hair was covered in snow-like dandruff. Only his hands were very clean and his nails were well trimmed, as if to preserve the owner's last dignity.
The second night was from 23: 52 to 1: 52 the next day. The clock on the library wall clicked and moved to the zero o 'clock position.
"We've known each other for a year."
The huckster suddenly turned his head like a frightened animal, looking at the place where the sound was coming from as soon as there was the wind and grass moving.
After a long time, the huckster's tense back relaxed. He seemed to think of something as he looked down at the edge of the ground illuminated by the light and whispered, "There are more than 30 days before it will be a year."
Tang Mo's eyes were still looking at the darkness as his lips curved. "Your library card has a one-year deadline. Unfortunately, looking at the current situation, you might not be able to use it in the future. However, you should've finished reading the books on mysticism and religion on the third floor of the library, right? "
"There is still a bit left. I should've finished it in two days."
"That is a pity."
The two of them didn't speak again.
After a long time, the huckster said, "I know you often say that I am a psychopath behind my back. There are many things in this world that can't be explained by science. You didn't believe me before and thought that I was crazy for saying these things every day. But what we encountered today, can you explain it with science? "
Tang Mo was silent for a moment. "I can't explain it."
The huckster said, "Yes. God will really come and the Age of Gods has arrived. Our prophet, our Holy Master, he has never abandoned us. The black towers came to Earth and are the true manifestations of God. You and I have been chosen by it. It used to be Jesus, it used to be Sakyamuni and it is now manifested as the black tower. We have a chance to become its 12 disciples. If we follow it, we can get real salvation. "
Tang Mo smiled. "Then why are you afraid of it?"
The huckster, "…"
This was the situation where the conversation died.
Since the huckster thought that what they were facing was given by the black tower, the manifestation of God in his heart, why was he still afraid? He should gladly endure the hardship.
The two of them didn't talk again. Fortunately, this' night 'wasn't long. In the last 10 minutes of the night, there was a loud bang and a bookshelf ignited, illuminating the ceiling of the library.
Tang Mo's eyes narrowed.
The huckster suddenly jumped up from the ground and cried out in horror, "It is an H bookshelf! It is an H bookshelf! "
On the third day, the little girl changed into a black dress and jumped out from the depths of the bookshelf. This time, she didn't carry a small schoolbag. Instead, she carried a small basket filled with all kinds of delicious food. She walked past the two burned bookshelves and didn't even look at them as she ran straight to Tang Mo and the huckster.
Mosaic snorted angrily. "Where are my books?"
Tang Mo didn't answer. Instead, he asked her, "Don't you have to go to school today?"
The little girl's expression was hidden under a thick mosaic but her cheerful voice revealed her excitement at the moment. "Today, we are going on an autumn outing. I like the autumn outing the most. On the vast grassland, there are little sheep, little white rabbits and little kangaroos. They are so big, so big. "The little girl opened her arms and tried her best to draw a size. She swallowed. "The little sheep's thighs are the most delicious. The little white rabbit's eyes are like sugar balls. The little kangaroos are hard to eat but my mother likes them. I will help her roast some to take back."
The huckster's pale face trembled when he heard the little girl's words.
Tang Mo turned to look at him. "Mr. Chen, you don't seem to be in a good mood."
The huckster asked him, "Aren't you afraid? The demon knows what we are doing during the day. He deliberately burned the H bookshelf. Fortunately, the book wasn't on that shelf or we might have failed. "
The little girl's expression suddenly changed. "My book!"
Tang Mo looked at her. "Did you think of anything about the book today?"
The little girl didn't launch the 'Mosaic's Contempt' again. She directly used the eyes hidden under the mosaic to look at Tang Mo like he was a fool.
"Why are angels as stupid as demons? I know. In fact, you also want my book, right? That hateful demon, he already knew about the book. He knew that my book was worth a lot of money! That was a birthday gift my mother had bought for me. He had deliberately stolen my book. He had long known that my mother had given me that book and that my mother would be angry if it disappeared. Do you not want to help me find the book? "
The little girl suddenly pulled out a huge match from the basket.
"Do you not want to help me find the book at all?"
"Ding dong! The angel received the third hint. 'Friend, are you not going to find the book? You are going to die, friend. '"
The little girl threw the basket fiercely, holding the match the size of her head as she walked towards Tang Mo and the huckster.
Tang Mo looked down at her and said in a strange tone, "That's why I hate children the most, especially children who love to play pranks."
The little girl's footsteps suddenly stopped as if she had been poked. She hurriedly said, "I never play pranks! I hate pranks the most! Who, who said I was playing pranks? I never play pranks. I didn't do those things. I am an obedient and sensible little girl! "
Tang Mo didn't answer.
The huckster looked nervously at him. "Tang Mo?" How dare you provoke her?
The little girl repeated, "I never play pranks. I am a good girl." Then she raised her mosaic face again and raised the huge match. "You won't help me find the book at all!"
By the time she said this, Tang Mo had already walked to a bookshelf. He pulled a book from the G bookshelf and looked at the little girl. "Yes, you never play pranks. You just set fires and kill people."
The little girl hurriedly hid the match behind her.
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