The Earth is Online Chapter 4:

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Tang Mo looked around. There were no other people in the quiet library, let alone angels and demons.

"Mr. Chen, please turn off the computer for me. Let me see if I can still get the book from the shelf."

The **** stick nodded and closed the computer with the mouse.

Tang Mo ’s gaze swept away from the right hand holding the mouse with the **** stick. He strode to the bookshelf, pulled out a book, and put it back. "Now we can still pick up books from the bookshelf depending on the situation, so let me confirm first ... Mr. Chen, did you hear that voice?"

The **** stick asked a little bit confused: "You mean let us help the little girl find books, otherwise she will die?"

Tang Mo nodded gently, and the two sat on the desk of the desk. He said: "At present, we belong to the camp of angels." As he said, Tang Mo extended his right hand. The **** stick looked around and reacted at once, and quickly extended his right hand, which also had an angel wings pattern on the back of his hand.

"Ah, I also have this."

Almost at the same time Tong Sheng said the word "angel", Tang Mo found that there was such a pattern on the back of his right hand. This intention is obvious, Tang Mo belongs to the angel camp. Most people in Huaxia are right-handed. He just asked the **** stick to turn off the computer just to understand the camp of the **** stick without frightening.

But since the **** stick is an angel, the problem is even more serious.

The **** stick obviously thought of this question: "We are both angels, who is the demon?"

This library is exactly like the library where Tang Mo works. Tang Mo opened his drawer and took out a piece of gum from it. He chewed the chewing gum slowly, and also gave the **** stick a frown, his fingers striking rhythmically on the table.

“The first possibility is that demons are different from us, demons are not humans. That sound should be related to the black tower, we temporarily decided that this game was the game that black tower said three days ago. Unknown creatures, demons, like Black Tower, are not humans, but our opponents set by Black Tower. "

It is completely understandable to say that the **** stick is like this: "So now we have no other people in the library, only two of us, because the demon does not exist."

Tang Mo nodded: "Well, this is the case. But this is a better situation. There is a second possibility, the devil is also a human."

The **** stick gripped the explosion-proof stick nervously: "Hid he hide it?"

Tang Mo ’s eyes were randomly swept from the **** stick holding the explosion-proof stick. After a while, he smiled and said: "It is possible."

An unknown opponent is always more terrifying than the known danger.

Tang Mo and Shen Bangbing are divided into two groups. The **** stick is even stronger than Tang Mo. He went to find the demon who might be hiding in the library. Tang Mo was going to visit the first and second floors of the library.

Originally, the **** stick was still scared and dared not do it alone, but Tang Mo said, "That voice said, violence is prohibited."

That being said, the **** stick is still a little counseling. When looking for someone, his legs were trembling, and even the explosion-proof stick was unstable.

But Tang Mo came back within a minute. His face was a bit ugly: "I can't get down the stairs."

"Ah?"

"There are two ways to get down from the third floor. The first one is to take the employee elevator and the second one is to go down the stairs. I just walked up the stairs just now, but there seems to be an invisible wall at the entrance of the stairs that prevents me from passing. I went to the staff elevator again, and the elevator did not start, and there was no way to go down. "

The **** stick's brain turned: "It means that we can only move freely on the third floor, so is the book we are looking for on the third floor?"

Tang Mo also thinks it is the case, but if the scope of books is limited to the third floor ...

The face of the **** stick also suddenly became very ugly. He turned his head stiffly, his voice trembling slightly: "How many bookshelves are there on the third floor of your library?"

"Twenty-three."

The **** stick widened his eyes: "Why so few!"

Tang Mo is also helpless.

Which one did he decide?

In the past few months, Director Wang did n’t know what crazy he was, and said that he would learn from the experience of modern libraries in the West and remodel his own library. The Suzhou Library has a history of several decades, and it is no different from other municipal libraries. The facilities in it are all old. After renovating the third floor, Director Wang replaced all the original one hundred bookshelves and bought twenty-three large bookshelves connected together.

Many readers complain that this kind of bookshelf is inconvenient to move around, and Director Wang has also planned to change the bookshelf again next year. It is a pity that man is not as good as heaven, I am afraid he has no chance to change bookshelves in his life.

If the scope of books is limited to the third floor of the library, it is good for Tang Mo and Shen Bang. Although Tang Mo is an employee of the library, he has been working on the third floor. The **** stick likes to read books on occultism and religion. These books are all on the third floor. Both of them are most familiar with the third floor of the library.

But with fewer bookshelves, the devil wants to burn books more easily. The probability of burning a book is greatly increased.

When both were worried, the familiar footsteps again sounded from the depths of the bookshelf. When she saw the little mosaic girl, Tang Mo was unable to tell her where she came from. The little girl was holding a small rice bowl in her hand, and a piggy bib was tied around her neck, and she rushed over.

"Have you found my book?"

The **** stick shook his head in frustration: "We haven't started looking yet."

The little girl said angrily, "You haven't even found it ?! I took advantage of the teacher's inattention and secretly came out to find you while eating. The first day was almost over, and I would finish it after the afternoon class. Go home, if my mother finds out, she will be finished. "

Tang Mo said: "Do you have any clues, have you remembered a little about the book?"

The little girl shook her ponytails: "I can't remember."

The **** stick said anxiously: "Aren't you going to give us clues?"

The little girl said suddenly, "Ah, I remembered. I found this feather in the room this morning. Yes, this is the devil's feather! I knew that it was definitely not that I lost the book, it was that Damn demons, he stole my books! Their demons are the most favorite deceivers, I hate demons the most. Damn demons, I must grab him, break his wings, and put them in Popcorn machine, fried into my favorite popcorn! "

The little girl handed a black feather into Tang Mo's hand and walked away.

"Ding Dong! The angel gets a hint of" Demon Feather "."

Tang Mo: "..."

Magic stick: "..."

After a while, Tang Mo: "... this is our reminder?"

The **** stick is also a bit dazed. He thought for a while: "Does this feather have any other purpose?"

Tang Mo felt the feathers and flicked the feathers twice in the air. This seems to be an ordinary feather, with no magic power at all. When Tang Mo tried hard to try out the magical power it concealed, it quietly remained as it was, mocking it silently.

The light suddenly disappeared at this time.

The **** stick screamed in fright.

The whole library sank into darkness instantly, and Tang Mo ’s heart missed a beat, just as he stood beside the service desk, he subconsciously turned on the old-fashioned lamp on the table. Click, the faint yellow light darkly illuminates a meter around the service desk, enclosing both Tang Mo and Shen Bang.

Tang Mo stared at the bookshelves shrouded in darkness without blinking.

Tang Mo resisted the tension and tried to turn on other lights. He found that all but the lamp on the desk could not be turned on. The two sat tight against the desk at the desk.

Fear becomes more apparent in this endless darkness. On the third floor of the whole library, only this little dim light, the light can not shine anywhere else. It seems that there is a huge beast hiding in these darkness, as long as they take a step outside, they will be ruthlessly swallowed into the abdomen.

"Have you heard any sounds!" The **** stick moved closer to Tang Mo in fear.

As he said this, Tang Mo also had a bit of scalp tingling. He listened carefully for a while: "No, I didn't hear it."

The **** stick swallowed saliva: "How come it suddenly became dark this day ..."

Tang Mo remembered the nursery rhyme that Tong Sheng sang at the beginning: "Don't talk for three days and three nights, the angel demon wants it. The angel can get a hint during the day, the demon can burn a bookshelf at night ... Is it different from our time flow at night? "

The **** stick is too scared to think at all.

Tang Mo tried to calm down: "It is two hours."

"What?"

"That game started at 17:52, it is now at 19:58, and two hours is a day."

Magic stick: "Your memory is so good?"

The **** stick vaguely remembered that before the children's voice sang the ballad, it seemed that they had indeed said it for a while. But he was so scared at that time, where would he pay attention to that time, let alone remember it. Tang Mo actually remembered?

In fact, Tang Mo was also surprised. He also found that his memory seems to be surprisingly good now. For example, he still remembers that Minnie on the little girl ’s pink school bag wore a yellow bow and took a pink lollipop in her hand.

When did his memory become so good?

There is no time to think about this now.

Tang Mo calmly said: "For the time being, assume that two hours is a day. The nursery rhymes say that three days and three nights do not speak, and the little girl will die after three days. So ... this" night "is also presumed to be two Hours, during 'night', the devil will come out and burn the bookshelf. "

In the following time, Tang Mo and Shen Bang's eyes widened, looking at the twenty-three dark bookshelves.

Although it is known that violence is prohibited in the game, this unknown fear swept the two of them. They did not dare to hold the explosion-proof stick relaxed, which is a kind of psychological comfort.

However, after an hour and a half, they did not see anyone, nor did they see the scene of the burning bookshelf.

Magic stick: "Is there really a demon?"

Tang Mo's lips tightened, his eyes turned around the **** stick: "There should be."

"So why hasn't he burned the bookshelf yet?"

Tang Mo leaned on the desk at the service desk and said meaningfully: "I also want to know why he hasn't burned the bookshelf so far."

The **** stick did n’t understand his words, but Tang Mo had turned his head, squeezed the explosion-proof stick and looked at the **** stick. His eyes were deep: "Mr. Chen, why do n’t you think the demon has n’t burned until now ..."

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded suddenly in the library.

Tang Mo opened his eyes wide to the place where the explosion sounded. I saw that in a flash of fire, the fierce fire swallowed the seventh row of bookshelves. The huge flames were terrifying in the library, and the fire light illuminated everything. Tang Mo and God Stick stared there all the time, but until the flame went out, they did not see anyone appear from there.

In the second day, the little girl walked back and forth carrying the Minnie's school bag.

"You haven't found my book yet? Mom went to visit Uncle Mole's house today. I finally concealed her. She hasn't found my book stolen yet. I can't hide my mother's. She will definitely Found it, when can you find a book for me? "

Tang Mo's face was a little pale, he rubbed his temple: "Did you think of any clues about that book today?"

The little girl said dissatisfiedly: "I said it, I do n’t remember, I do n’t remember, I remember!"

Tang Mo reminded: "This is the second day."

As soon as this sentence fell, the little girl didn't speak anymore, but Tang Mo could feel that under this layer-by-layer mosaic, the little girl should look at herself with very strange eyes. She said: "You are an angel. You have read so many books. Of course you know that book. I am not an angel. I hate reading books. How can I know the clues of a book. You know it!"

"Ding Dong! The angel gets the tip two" Desperation from the mosaic "."

Tang Mo: "..."