Tang Mo didn't have time to be sad or afraid.
The huckster and Xiao Zhao disappeared completely, leaving no clothes or belongings behind. He didn't need to help pack up anything.
Tang Mo closed the door and left the library.
There were seven or eight people gathered under the black tower in the city center. Some of them sat on the ground in a daze, not understanding what had just happened. Why did their companions, who had been 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, surrounding the black tower and preventing ordinary citizens from approaching.
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 and approached the black tower. Tang Mo didn't follow them. He looked from a distance and 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 at 8: 00, the huckster and Xiao Zhao had disappeared. Like them, most of the people in the city had disappeared. Without a driver, the bus and subway couldn't go home. In addition, many people were still driving when they disappeared. Now the cars had crashed into each other, blocking most of the roads.
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 hurt but his strength was much greater than before. He smashed it twice and the steel lock was broken.
Tang Mo looked thoughtfully at the iron lock that he had smashed and rode home on the little yellow cart.
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 rustling of leaves in the wind. Tang Mo went home and simply packed some clothes. 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 special ability wasn't wind, fire, thunder, or lightning, nor was it innate divine strength. It was just a book, a book that made people want to slap it to death with a slap.
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 didn't see 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!]
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 and Tang Mo went directly to a refueling machine. There was a card inserted into the refueling machine. It was a common card 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 of the Suzhou Park 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. He placed 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.
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