The Earth is Online: 241. The Day of Earth Invisibility (Part 1)

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2017, China, Suzhou.

After entering summer, the sunlight gradually dazzled. The Suzhou Library is located in the old city. Recently, the City Library has opened a new activity for convenience, and many "book collection points" have been established in the city. As long as you place an order on your mobile phone and borrow a book, you can get the book you want to read by going to the nearest book collection point that evening.

A dark-haired young man got off the bus, carrying a huge bag in his hand. The bag was heavy, making his shoulders incline unnaturally. He went to a book collection point, took two books from his bag, and put them in a bookcase.

Tang Mo rubbed his shoulders and walked back to the bus station, preparing to go to the next book collection point.

Originally, there were special staff responsible for this matter, but there were so many people who borrowed books today. The director threw him a big bag. He called off work early, and actually worked overtime till now.

At the beginning of the Chinese lantern, the colorful neon lights turned red in the middle of the night.

Tang Mo was walking on the way to the bus station. Suddenly his phone vibrated, and he took it out and took a look.

【Victor: Not online yet? 】

Looking up at the time on the top of the phone.

[Grinding: Overtime is late today. Have you already started? 】

【Victor: No. 】

After a while, the other party sent another message: [I remember you are a civil servant. 】

The implication: civil servants also have to work overtime?

It turns out that this person also has that kind of misunderstanding about civil servants.

Tang Mo hooked his mouth, just about to send a message, Yu Guangli glimpsed a fiery red sports car. He looked up subconsciously, did not see the license plate, only saw the arrogant crown logo behind the car's bottom.

It's a beautiful Maserati sports car.

Tang Mo thought for a while and replied: [Civil servants also have to work overtime, but the leader will make you work overtime consciously in a strange way [helpless]]

The two chatted and Tang Mo walked to the bus stop. He glanced around casually, but actually saw the fiery red Maserati again. A beautiful woman got out of the car. She waved towards the car: "Really don't play, Li Wen? What time is it, let's not continue another game?"

It was a young male voice who answered her: "My dad called me again and urged me to go back to Shanghai. I walked away, and next time I called them all, I would gather together."

"Okay."

The tall, beautiful woman turned and walked into a high-end community, and the Maserati turned a corner and accelerated like crazy. Like a flame burning in the dark, this premium sports car attracted everyone's attention on the bus platform. Tang Mo lowered his head and Victor sent a message, and suddenly he looked up.

The Maserati just whizzed across the front of the crowd. The young man in the driver's seat smiled and gave a handsome kiss to the "onlookers" on the bus platform.

His eyes are exactly right with Tang Mo.

Both were slightly surprised.

When Tang Mo responded, the car had already run away.

"... Is the rich second generation so funny."

Tang Mo got home on the bus. Turn on the computer first, enter the online bridge game platform, and confirm the team with Victor. While waiting to match his opponent, Tang Mo slipped into the kitchen and cooked some porridge, and the game started when he returned.

Tang Mo sat upright and played seriously.

Till 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, Tang Mo stretched his waist and found it was too late. But he remembered another thing: [Do n’t you have to go to work tomorrow? 】

Victor is very mysterious and always haunts.

Tang Mo did n’t know the person ’s name, job, and even the age of the other party was only a rough guess. However, Victor never slept very early, as if he had to get up early to work every day, and sometimes may disappear for a month or two. Of course, he will send a message to Tang Mo to confirm before disappearing.

【Victor: I'm going back to China recently, there is a long vacation. 】

Holidays are a rare word. There are holidays all over the world, and Victor never seems to have a holiday.

【Busy people also have holidays? 】 Tang Mo finished sending the message, holding his chin with one hand, looking at the computer screen.

Victor entered for a long time, and seemed to delete many messages back and forth before replying.

【…… Well, the promotion into the prince, the leader gave a long vacation by the way? 】

Tang Mo's eyes lit up and ridiculed: [Let's talk about how to be promoted to the rank of prince. Do you have a throne in your family to inherit? 】 Tang Mo felt that it seemed a bit overdone just after it was sent, and quickly added a sentence: [I heard that after being promoted to the prince, he usually followed his wife, are you ready. 】

Just a joke, how long did Vic reply.

Tang Mo was a little irritable. He tapped on the desktop with his fingers, thought for a long time, and decided to send a sentence, "Don't mind if you're kidding." At this time, I only saw a few words on the computer screen.

【How to get promoted to the rank, probably a star was added to the shoulder. The throne is definitely not there, prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony. 】

Looking at this reply, Tang Mo was dumbfounded and always felt strange.

What is the addition of a star on my shoulder? Does Victor say ... a soldier?

Before the response, the other party sent another speech.

[As for marrying a wife ...]

【Grinding sugar, I like men. 】

Suddenly, Tang Mo stared at the last sentence on the computer screen. Outside the window is the bright moonlight, and inside the window, the dark-haired young man drags his chin with one hand, and his fingers gently tap on the delicate face. For a long time, he chuckled and said, "I'll just say it when I fall in love." This was as light as a phantom, and never seemed to appear.

[Grinding sugar: Your core socialist values ​​are one-third of the back. Can such unqualified party members also put stars on their shoulders? 】

The man in front of the computer waited so long, but he only waited for such a sentence.

A hint of helpless smile flashed in the dark eyes. Fu Wenduo replied: [I am familiar with the Party Constitution, do I need to recite it to you? 】

Tang Mo is not interested in listening to such things. He is not a glorious party member.

【Are you still playing? I'm going to sleep. I have to go to work tomorrow. 】

【Victor: Well, go to bed, good night. ] Pause, add one more sentence: [Maybe in the future, I can find an opportunity to memorize it for you. 】

[Grinding: ...]

【Grinding Sugar: Forgive me, Master. He just took the time to go to Baidu, and there was a star on the major ’s shoulder.

Who expected Victor to reply very seriously: [It ’s a colonel. 】

Tang Mo: "..."

【Good night, Lieutenant Colonel Victor. 】

【Good night, grind sugar. 】

After a good sleep, Tang Mo came to the library early the next morning. At noon, Xiao Zhao looked at Tang Mo sneakily and whispered, "Tang Mo, have you noticed something is wrong recently?"

Tang Mo thought for a while: "The director has approved the book again two days ago."

Xiao Zhao waved his hand: "Either this or someone is missing."

Tang Mo contemplates and gives that answer: "Shen stick."

"Yes! It ’s a magic stick. We have n’t seen him for almost a week. Where has he gone? Before, he used to come to our library to report on time every day. This time I did n’t go out for a week ..." Swallowed: "It won't be a problem. Isn't that kind of news before in a foreign country? An old man always orders pizza at the same store, every day. Suddenly there are no reservations for two days. The pizza shop sends people to watch , Sure enough, the old man fell at home. You said that the magic stick will not fall suddenly at home, right? "

Tang Mo returned a book to a mother, and his voice was calm: "Then you can go to his house to see it."

Xiao Zhao: "..."

The young girl has gone away, and Tang Mo can still hear her muttering: "It's not interesting at all, so boring."

Tang Mo raised his eyebrows, said nothing, and continued to help people return books and demagnetize.

He only came to Suzhou Library last year. When I first came in, because of his good looks, many young girls in the library often talked to Tang Mo, but he was quickly dismissed by his cold, uncomprehending attitude. He was not interested in these girls, nor did he want to delay each other, and it was most convenient to refrain from bluntly, and to save someone who wanted to introduce him to them.

Older female colleagues like to introduce young people the most. They also introduced Tang Mo to the beginning. Later, because Tang Mo was too cold and too ignorant, no one wanted to give it to him slowly. He introduced the audience, and he was also happy.

It really means Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

Xiao Zhao just talked about it for a long time, but he did n’t see the **** stick for a long time. As soon as Tang Mo looked up, he saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes approaching. Looking at the other party, Tang Mo didn't recognize it all at once. He quickly said: "Mr. Chen?"

Shen stick Chen Fangzhi looked at Tang Mo nervously and rubbed his hands: "How do you like my dress?"

Tang Mo: "..."

They are a library, not a clothing store!

Shen stick: "Do n’t get me wrong, I am too few friends, I do n’t know who to ask for advice. I ... I will take the high-speed train to see my daughter in Shanghai in the afternoon, and her mother finally agrees with me to see her Okay. You said that I was dressed like this. Is it appropriate? Will her mother think I am serious, and later ... allow me to see her more in the future? "

Tang Mo looked at the **** stick without saying a word, and the **** stick pinched his suit jacket.

Sighing, Tang Mo smiled and said: "Mr. Chen, you are so good and very spirited. But can you please let me go, there are people who want to borrow books later."

The expression of the magic stick immediately flew up and said three good things in a row: "Good, good, good! Thank you, really thank you. Then I ’m gone, I ’m gone." Said, turned and ran , It should be to the train station.

Tang Mo: "..."

Tang Mo was busy all day long when he had no time to take care of the **** stick. When he was about to leave work, he suddenly thought: "I don't know what happened to the **** stick." But I just thought about it and didn't go to my heart. The magic stick is just an ordinary reader who often comes to the library to rub books and is familiar with their librarians, they do not understand.

Shanghai Beili Middle School.

A pale, very thin, middle-aged man in a suit, pacing nervously in front of the school gate. At last, after school, the bell rang, and the man jumped abruptly, so nervous that he didn't even know where to go.

One student after another came out of the school gate and waited for ten minutes. The two girls walked out with a little fat man.

The little fat man folded his hands together: "I beg you, Shanshan, I do n’t understand it at all. Mathematics homework is so difficult today, so please borrow me to copy it."

One of the short-haired girls said lightly: "The teacher will scold."

Zhao Ziang quickly said: "I don't say you don't say, who knows this!" Then he pleased again: "Please, Shanshan."

Chen Shanshan suddenly stopped.

Zhao Ziang looked down her eyes and was surprised: "Eh, who is that, it ’s so strange to wear."

In fact, it ’s not strange that the **** stick is wearing, that is, the uneasy expression and nervous posture are incompatible with the identity of an adult.

Chen Shanshan's voice is calm: "He is my father."

Zhao Ziang: "..."

The little girl carried her schoolbag and walked toward the **** stick, calmly speaking: "Daddy."

The **** stick moved to tears: "Eh!"

Zhao Ziang, the little fat man: "..." woo woo, surely can't borrow homework this time.

He walked home with his bag down, and the little fat man walked to the intersection, and he could n’t help crying again: “This is over, why is that strange guy Shanshan ’s father. What should I do with my math homework? Ah oh oh ... "

Children are always startled and continue to walk when they vent. He did not know that his speech scared a black commercial vehicle parked at the intersection. This is a twelve large commercial vehicle that looks very ordinary. No one knows that there are countless sophisticated security instruments and a researcher protected by three armed policemen.

Three armed policemen loaded with live ammunition suddenly saw a fat man parked at the door of the car and yelled again. They were shocked and clenched the gun in their hands. After observing for a while, they realized that the little fat man had gone away, and they were relieved.

The protected scientist laughed: "It's just a child."

One of the armed police whispers: "Professor Luo, we are responsible for protecting your safety, please cooperate."

Luo Fengcheng pushed his glasses and didn't speak anymore.

Suzhou, the park.

Today the director made no more excuses for Tang Mo to work overtime. When the sun went down, Tang Mo returned home. He cooked some noodles for himself, and when he turned on the computer, he found that the person was online again.

Look at the corner of his mouth as he typed in a crackle.

【Grinding Sugar: Are you busy these days? 】

【Victor: Maybe I said yesterday, take a long vacation? 】

Tang Mo: [Would you like a game? 】

Victor is going back quickly: [No, it's time to get on the plane. 】

This is going out?

Tang Mo: [Okay, see you later. 】

Before closing QQ, a message box popped out, Tang Mo clicked on the message, and his finger slightly stopped.

【Victor: It is a plane flying to Shanghai. 】

【I remember you were in Suzhou. 】

【... Grinding sugar, do you meet? 】