The Earth is Online Chapter 32:

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"Dingdong! The seventh-tier main mission of the Black Tower: exterminate Inamon from the Black Tower world!"

Tang Mo looked down at the right hand of the gaze stick. On the back of that hand, the white angel wings pattern gradually became black and became black demon wings.

Tang Mo ’s voice was calm: "From the moment I saw you"

The **** stick opened his eyes incredulously: "How is it possible!"

The little girl is still sitting on the ground reading a book, it seems that they can't hear their voices. At this point the game is over, Tang Mo and Shen Bang go to the reading area of ​​the library, pull out the chairs and sit down.

Tang Mo looked up at the mosaic in the distance. I am afraid that only she still has the patience to read books in the entire library. No longer was the cowardly fear before the **** stick, he sat in front of Tang Mo and began to talk about the truth of this matter: "I pulled you into this game."

This is contrary to Tang Mo's expectations.

The **** stick said: "It was an accident to sneak into the library. I sneaked in before you entered the library. You know, many of us unemployed nomads come to the library to spend their time and close the door at night Your security guard has to find us all and get out of the library. But the security guard also made mistakes, your library is too close to the tower, so after it made the sound of 'earth on earth', 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 **** stick raised his head and looked at Tang Mo seriously and fanatically. He didn't seem to be looking at Tang Mo, but he saw something great.

"It told me that the game is about to start." The **** stick looked at the air obsessively, and repeated again: "I was selected by it!"

Tang Mo did not talk to him.

The **** stick is just a crazy religious man, not a neuropathy. All library staff know this. So after a while, the **** stick calmed down, and besides his face there was a little bit of flushing. He said: "The game it selected for me is a 1V1 two-player game. I can't finish it by myself. I'm thinking about whether to leave the library and find someone to start the game. At this time, you come in. I know you and I, I I thought about it and made a sound to bring you in. It seems that it is the most wrong decision I have ever made. "

Tang Mo asked him: "What is the punishment for game failure? What is elimination?"

The **** stick shook his head: "I do n’t know, it did n’t say it. The sound I heard was the same as the one you heard. It never said anything redundant. It told me that the game object was up to me. , The content of the game is up to you. This is fair. Before this game officially started, I did n’t know it was a book-finding game. Maybe it ’s because you are a librarian and fit your identity, so this game will appear "Speaking of which, the **** stick paused and looked at Tang Mo seriously:" How did you find me? "

In fact, things are very simple, Tang Mo: "You are not a lunatic or a fool. The reason you dive into the library is very untenable, and every performance you show after we meet is extremely frightening and scary. God ... Mr. Chen, I also know a fanatical religious person. If the man said to me 'Black Tower is God' three days ago, then I believe that when he was selected by the Black Tower to start the game three days later, he did not perform well. It will be panic and fear, but it will be sweet. "

The straight back of the **** stick fell heavily on the back of the chair: "It turns out to be like this ..."

Tang Mo: "This is just doubt, and I am not sure if you are Ye Gonghaolong, really that kind of counseling."

"Then why do you know me?"

"Because the game is fair."

The **** stick looked at Tang Mo puzzledly.

Tang Mo touched the angel wings on the back of his hand: "I also like to play games. A game I often play is one of the fairest card games in the world. A game with better skills Luck, such as the bridge cards I often play; luck can also be stronger than skills, such as Shuo | Ha. But these games are equivalent, that is, it is absolutely fair to both sides of the game. After the game opens, luck is also a strength In fact, no matter who has good luck or bad luck, it is a gap in strength. The game itself is fair. "

The **** stick 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. The first one is to prohibit violence. This is also meaningful, let ’s not talk about it. Second, the angel can get a message during the day; third, the devil can burn a bookshelf at night. It looks like the angel wants to Find a book from hundreds of thousands of books, the game is very difficult; the devil has a three-thirds chance to win the game. "

The **** stick suddenly understood: "Are you saying that this game is not fair to angels?"

"No." Tang Mo smiled and shook his head. "It's unfair to the devil."

The **** stick was dumbfounded.

"For angels, this game has a problem-solving idea. He only needs to find the book according to the clues. But for the devil, he only does one thing, that is to burn the book. No People give him any hints, and no one tells him where the book is. Then the game becomes like this-the angel is playing a puzzle game, the devil is purely betting | Bo. Angel can rely on skill and luck to complete In games, the only thing the devil can rely on is luck. "

The **** stick explained: "But the probability of angels finding the right book is much lower than that of demons."

"I said, after the game started, luck became a kind of strength. The devil's luck is 0, which is no different from the angel without burning the right book. There is also a game called" Forbid violence " Rules, it completely kills the way that the demon forcibly obtains clues, then the devil must obtain clues from other places. "

The **** stick did n’t speak, his face was blue and white, and after a long time he sighed heavily and smiled helplessly: "It ’s because I played less games. Tang Mo, the bridge you often play is fun Well, maybe I should play more in the future. "

Tang Modao: "If there is a chance, I will take you to play together."

The **** stick smiled and nodded.

Tang Mo's eyes gradually narrowed: "If the person playing the game with him is him, maybe the ending of this game will be completely rewritten."

"Who is he?"

Tang Mo smiled: "I am a friend who often plays bridge together. He is very powerful. If he is, he can certainly think of these things I think about, and then deceive me with perfect reasons. At least he will not There have been several mistakes you made. "

The **** stick does n’t feel embarrassing, but asks for humility: "I still have mistakes? I thought I ’ve performed well. When I saw you, I pretended to be very worried because of your vulnerability. Fearful. Later, I took the opportunity to talk as little as possible, do as little as possible, and listen to your orders. "

"But you still made mistakes. For example, when I said that there was no one else in the library except us, and the devil did n’t know where, you said," He hid it. "If it is normal, there are two people in our angel team , Subconsciously also think that there are two people in the demon team, they will use 'they' instead of 'he'. "

The mouth of the **** stick smoked: "I was suddenly very interested in this bridge."

"But I thought I could debunk you on the first night, but I did n’t expect the bookshelf to burn up. I thought you had a companion. But this is unrealistic. There are two demons, only one angel, this pair of angels It ’s also unfair. ”Unless Heta thinks that the two of you add up to me.

Tang Mo coughed twice and did n’t say the following words: "I have been thinking about the second day, who helped you set this fire. There are two answers, the first is that you only have to think When it moves, it will catch fire, and no one needs to help you control it. Second, someone will set you on fire. Only you, me, and the little girl who appear in this library will be the only one who can help you set fire except for the Black Tower. . "

The **** stick said: "But I don't even know that she helped me set fire."

"It ’s also easy to understand. Have you forgotten, the little girl hates reading books. You want to burn a bookshelf, she will be happy to help you. This reason makes sense. By the way, when I came here, I read it. Looking at her hair, it was a coincidence, and the end of her hair was a bit scorched. Perhaps she accidentally encountered it when she set fire before. "

The **** stick is paralyzed on the chair: "I lost my heart and convinced."

Tang Mo wanted to say it again, but looking at the appearance of the **** stick, he shook his head and smiled a little, without saying more.

There are still many things that the **** stick didn't notice, such as how he tested the **** stick and tricked the **** stick into burning the H-type bookshelf. Another example is the three tips of the little girl, which has long exposed the identity of the **** stick.

There are a lot of nonsense in those three tips, but there are only three points in summary.

First, demons will deceive people.

This is suggesting an angel: the devil hides his identity and hides beside you.

Second, the angel knew this book.

This reminder seems useless, because Tang Mo knows that there are too many books, even if he has been impressed recently, there are hundreds of books.

Third, the devil knows this book.

This is a book that both Tang Mo and Shen Bang know.

The scope is still very wide.

The **** stick read a book in the library for a year, and he and Tang Mo knew that there were at least a few thousand books. The difficulty of the game cannot be so great. If the game cannot be cleared, it can eliminate two players at the beginning without opening the game. So this answer must be something Tang Mo and Shen Bang can think of.

The first reaction of Tang Mo was that "The Secret of the Disappearance of Mayan Civilization".

This is a book he exchanged with the **** stick before the Black Tower incident. If you want to ask them which one of the most impressive books they both know, it is definitely this one.

The **** stick is definitely not stupid. When the game suddenly starts, he can think of acting all at once, and the acting is quite realistic, which is already very good.

Tang Mo suddenly began to think that if it was Victor, I am afraid that when the two of them entered the game together, they would steal their initiative. Victor will never put himself in a weak position like a **** stick. Acting like a **** stick seems to make Tang Mo ignore himself and make less mistakes, but he also loses the ability to reverse Tang Mo's ideas and mislead Tang Mo.

If it was Victor, what would he do ...

At the same time, in the distant capital, a tall, handsome man, wearing a straight military uniform, strode into the conference room. He opened his chair and sat at the corner of the conference table, his eyes like an eagle, looking at the scientist who was speaking and the text on the big screen.

"Three days ago, the black tower was in a phantom state, and we called it a type A mirage. In the past six months, we have done various experiments to detect the relevant data of the black tower ..."

In the conference room, the scientists were intensively discussing, and finally the chief minister made a speech with a loud voice: "So, today is the third day. What conclusion did you draw?"

Scientists all muttered.

Fu Wenduo, as the person with the lowest rank on the scene, silently looked away and looked out the window.

There is a black giant tower in the dark night sky, sharp like a knife, hanging above the head of 21.72 million people in Beijing.

It is 3:42 am on November 18, 2017, which is 4 hours and 18 minutes before the end of the three-day elimination period.

Library.

The **** stick sat on the chair with sweat and said that he was not nervous, but his trembling lips were violent | revealing his uneasy heart. Now no one knows what "elimination" means. Maybe it is just a game lost, maybe it will lose more.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps rang from the depth of the bookshelf.

The little mosaic girl took the book and ran to Tang Mo. Two ponytails were thrown in the air in a beautiful arc. She stood up with her small breasts, and she couldn't hide her joy in her tone. She suddenly stretched out her hand and stretched the giant match in front of Tang Mo.

"You angel still has two brushes. Since you found the book for me, I will give it to you."

Tang Mo took this big match with a smile and asked subconsciously: "Little girl selling matches?"

In a flash, the thick mosaic on the little girl ’s face suddenly had a gap. Tang Mo's eyes widened, and the mosaic disappeared at the position of the little girl's eyes, revealing a pair of big and godless dead fish eyes. Other places are still mosaics, only eyes are revealed!

Tang Mo held his breath and was alert to this strange change.

I saw that the dead fish eyes glanced at Tang Mo blankly, and the deep contempt turned into an entity.

"Uncle, haven't you grown up, have you seen such a cute little match girl?"

Tang Mo from brother to uncle: "..."

Dare you love that the mosaic disappeared just to express your disdainful look! ! !

"Say! Explain!"

"What is it, an explanation must be given!"

Travel | More and more people are walking, blocking the city center of Suzhou, and there are some people in the middle of the muddy water, who want to see if they can benefit from it. Even if the martial arts policemen warn them, they will refuse to leave because of the advantage of numbers, and they will be surrounded by white walls, and even tend to break into the walls.

Such a situation occurs all over the world.

Huaxia is very good. Before the Black Tower incident, the country was very stable, with strong cohesion and control. In some poor and weak countries, especially in countries with very weak government deterrents, the "dark tower dangers" occupied government agencies on the first day.

"Black Tower is God, it will lead us to usher in a new century. The Black Tower century is coming, my great and only Lord, please give us new strength!"

"Give us strength!"

Thousands of people knelt in front of the black tower, longing for a better new century.

Tang Mo did not know these things.

He holds a black explosion-proof stick tightly in his hand. Even if the clothes are very thin, his forehead is already covered with fine sweat. The weird and crisp child's voice sang this nursery rhyme. After he finished singing, the ethereal and loud voice echoed in the empty library for a long time.

"Did you hear that?" Tang Mo almost chewed out a few words from his teeth.

The **** stick was already paralyzed on the ground, and his messy hair blocked his eyes. When Tang Mo looked at him, he could only see a pair of eyes trembling with fear. The **** stick was so scared that he couldn't even speak. He was so scared that he climbed back to the wall and shook his head with a trembling voice: "What is that ... what is ..."

Where does Tang Mo know?

After singing the nursery rhyme, there was no more sound in the library.

Gradually, Tang Mo calmed down.

Some people will be at a loss when they encounter major events and panic. Tang Mo is just the opposite.

Tang Mo was born to be an extremely rational person. Five years ago, his parents had a car accident together. At that time, he had just gone to college, and he might feel collapsed if he changed to others. Tang Mo dealt with the funeral of the two in an orderly manner. Until everything was over, he cried secretly and then began to think about his future.

And since his heartbeat and anxiety increased two days ago, he found himself becoming calmer than before.

Tang Mo took the explosion-proof stick in his right hand, took a thick and large book from the G-type bookshelf as a shield, and walked to the window.

There is no marginal white outside the window.

This is the window on the east side of the library. Normally from here, you can see the main street of downtown Suzhou, and you can also see several famous ancient gardens.

Tang Mo's hand holding the explosion-proof stick was a little tighter. He seemed calm, but he was always alert to the movements around him. Every time he walked through a bookshelf, he was ready to fight back at any time.

He looked through the windows on the third, southeast, and northwest of the library and returned to his place.

"We are no longer in Suzhou."

The **** stick sat in the corner and looked at Tang Mo with horror.

Tang Mo didn't want to say this answer, but he said daringly, "We are surrounded by a blank space, but here is indeed a library. It is probably similar to the library being moved to a large blank space out of thin air. Room. I ’ve been working here for a year. I just looked at it when I passed the service desk. My colleague ’s cup was still on the table, exactly like the library. "

After all, he is not alone. The **** stick listened to Tang Mo and said a lot of courage and stood up. He looked around and suddenly said, "Ah, this is the book I secretly put here last week!"

Tang Mo looked in the direction of his finger.

"I am afraid that this book will be borrowed by others and hidden in the gap between the two bookshelves."

Tang Mo: "..."

It turns out that you did it!

Tang Mo is the librarian of the library, and the **** stick is a frequent visitor. Both of them confirmed that this is the library, which is definitely true.

Tang Mo took the magic stick to the security cabinet and took another explosion-proof stick. Now that everything is unknown, let the **** stick take the explosion-proof stick to protect his own safety. Secondly, if the two encounter any danger, there will be an additional helper.

The two just walked to the information desk, and suddenly a loud footstep came from near the bookshelf deep on the third floor.

The **** stick is so scared that Tang Mo's eyes widen, and Tang Mo is also scared with a cold sweat on his back.

He just went there to watch it, no one at all! Who is this footstep?

The two clenched the explosion-proof stick and stared carefully at the front, with their backs against the wall. The sound ran closer and closer, and it was very irregular, much like a child was jumping on the ground. Thirty seconds later, a small black figure appeared from the depth of the bookshelf. It was a little girl with pony tails. In late autumn in November, she was still wearing a red dress and stepping on a pair of shiny red leather shoes.

The sound of the sound just now is the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground.

"Ghost ... Ghost! Ghost!"

The **** stick shrank from behind Tang Mo in fear.

But Tang Mo is also afraid!

...... This is not a question of calmness or calmness, so what is a mosaic running here?

In terms of size, the little girl in a red dress looks only seven or eight years old. She is wearing a delicate little skirt, small shoes, and even the small school bag on the back is Disney Pink Minnie, very detailed, looks no different from the real person. Only her face was covered with a thick mosaic.

No eyebrows, no eyes, no nose, no mouth.

Only mosaic.

Tang Mo gritted his teeth, suppressing the desire of the little girl who wanted to kill the little girl with a stick.

"Brother, have you seen my book?"

No matter how crisp and nice the sound is, looking at this face, Tang Mo only felt horrified.

Tang Mo stared at the little girl coldly, without answering.

The little girl asked again: "Brother, have you seen my book?"

Although this little girl looks very weak, Tang Mo thinks it should be very easy to subdue her. But because this place is too weird and the little girl has another mosaic, it is obviously not a real person. Tang Mo didn't dare to mess around and could only cooperate. He pursed his lips. After a while, he tried to show a gentle smile: "Children, what book are you missing?"

"Brother, you laugh so ugly."

Tang Mo: "..."

Little girl: "My book is gone, can you help me find it? My mother hates it. I hate reading books the most, but she bought me a lot of books. Those books are ugly, but they are lost. My mother will be very angry. If the book is gone, my mother will kill me. Brother, can you help me find the book? "

Tang Mo no longer intentionally smirked: "Who is Mom?"

"Mom is mom, brother, you are so strange."

The **** stick made a trembling voice from behind: "You can't find a book, Mom ... Mom will kill you?"

"Yes, my mother will be very angry. My mother is very terrified."

The **** stick said again: "That wouldn't kill you?"

The little girl tilted her head, and the ponytail on the right fell down on the mosaic face. Somehow Tang Mo felt that without this mosaic, the little girl should be laughing now. She was looking at herself and the **** stick with a pair of black eyes, and then she said: "Hee hee hee, but if my brother doesn't help me find a book, I will kill my brother."

A bucket of ice water poured from head to toe, Tang Mo squeezed his lips and stared at the little mosaic girl.

After a while, he asked lightly: "Do you remember what book? I will find it for you."

"Um ..." The little girl shook her head, her ponytail swayed from side to side, and seemed to be thinking hard. She "um" for a long time: "I can't remember!"

Tang Mo had long guessed this answer.

Suddenly, the little girl said anxiously: "Ah, it's time to go to school. If it's late, the teacher will kill me. I'll go first, brother, you have to help me find a book." With a small school bag on her back, she ran into the depth of the shelf again.

The little girl is gone, but this weird game is officially opened.

Tang Mo and Shen Bang originally hid at the service desk and did not go out to contact the little girl. At the moment when the little girl disappeared, the computer belonging to Tang Mo at the help desk suddenly lit up and the two walked over.

On a computer blue background, a piece of text appeared, obviously a diary.

Tang Mo read it out: "November 15th, Sunny. I lost the book my mom bought! Mom will kill me!"

Magic stick: "It has changed! The word has changed! On November 16, Yin. I have concealed my mother, and my mother does not know the book is gone. Where is the book, where is the book. Mom will really kill me Of! "

The text on the computer screen changes again.

Tang Mo said: "November 17, Yin. Mom seems to have found it, did she find it?" The text changed, he continued to read: "November 18, rain. Hee hee ... Mom really killed It's me. "

Tang Mo and Shen Bang are silent.

"... Are we really going to die?" The **** stick murmured to himself.

Tang Mo looked at the **** stick.

Library work is boring, and people of all kinds are welcome every day. During the break, they occasionally talk about the wonderful flowers they have seen today. The magic stick is the strange flower among the wonderful flowers. He doesn't seem to have a job. He comes to the library every day to read books and has been nagging. Xiao Zhao said that the magic stick was dumped by his girlfriend before, and he became mentally abnormal, and then he became like this now.

In the minds of their staff, the **** stick is a very strange person, funny and pitiful.

Now looking at Tang Mo's expression, Shen Bang is really pitiful.

Tang Mo could see that he was afraid. In fact, he is also afraid, but this time they need not be afraid. Tang Mo thought for a while and answered honestly: "Maybe he will really die."

The **** stick widened his eyes in despair.

Tang Mo: "Wait a minute, the text on the computer has changed again. As a little girl who is obedient and sensible, the mosaic ..." Tang Mo's expression twisted a bit and continued to read: "Mosaic has only one shortcoming, that It ’s just that she does n’t like reading. Mom hates little girls who do n’t like reading, especially the little girl who has thrown away the book and lied about being stolen. But mom did n’t know that the mosaic did n’t lie, she did n’t throw it away. In this book, the devil stole it. "

Tang Mo frowned as he looked at the word "demon".

"The demons hate books the most. The demons are illiterate. Why should they read? Only those with wings can read. Okay. The bad luck demon was discovered by the angel when he stole the book. He did n’t burn it. This evil book, he secretly hid it in a library. However, the bookshelves of the library all looked exactly the same. After the angel left, the stupid demon dumbfounded, and he made an angry roar — "

"These **** books!"

When Tang Mo finished reading the text, a clear child's voice suddenly sounded in the library.

"Dingdong! The confrontation game" Who stole my book "officially opened. During the game-"

"First, violence is prohibited."

"Second, angels can get a message about books during the day."

"Third, the demon can burn any bookshelf at night."

"Smart and kind angel, three days later, the mosaic will be killed by angry mother. Do you have the heart to watch such a cute little girl die?"

Tang Mo: "..."

She is a cute fart! ! !

The **** stick and Xiao Zhao disappeared completely, leaving no clothes or belongings, and he did n’t have to help pack things.

Tang Mo closed the door and left the library.

Under the black tower in the city center, seven or eight people gathered. Some of their six gods slumped on the ground without a master, and they did n’t understand what happened just now and why they shouted with themselves. Demolish the white wall.

The white plastic wall was built by Wu Wu. The police built it three days ago, enclosing the black pagoda in it and preventing ordinary citizens from approaching.

Now the martial police disappeared, and the scientists doing research in the white wall also disappeared. The two men opened a big hole in the white wall and approached the black tower. Tang Mo did not follow the past, he glanced at a distance, and continued to move forward.

So many scientists have studied for half a year, and they haven't found any clues. He didn't think he could figure out what the black tower was.

The first problem Tang Mo has to face is the lack of a car.

It's 8:15, and the stick and Xiao Zhao disappeared at 8 o'clock. Like them, most people in this city have disappeared. Without a driver, neither the bus nor the subway can go home. In addition, many people were still driving when they disappeared, and now these cars are crashing together, blocking most of the road.

Tang Mo walked half a kilometer and saw a small yellow car falling to the ground.

He took out his phone and scanned the QR code.

"Is it really useless ..."

Tang Mo tightened his eyebrows and squatted down to observe the key structure of the little yellow car. After watching for two minutes, he picked up a rock from the ground and began to smash the lock.

The huge anti-shock force made Tang Mo's wrist a bit painful, but his strength was much stronger than before, and he just broke it twice, and the steel lock was broken.

Tang Mo thoughtfully glanced at the iron lock that had been broken by himself, and rode on a small yellow car to go home.

Forty minutes later, he entered the community and parked the small yellow car downstairs.

In the quiet community, there was no one around, only the rustling of the wind blowing the leaves gently. Tang Mo simply packed a little clothes after returning home. Tang Mo ’s parents were only children, and his ancestors passed away when he was a child. His parents died in a car accident in college. After that, he had less contact with relatives.

Tang Mo ’s better friends did not stay in Suzhou after graduation, one went to Beijing and one was in Shanghai.

The daughter of Shen Bang is also in Shanghai, so he can just go and find his friend.

Tang Mo was trapped in the library yesterday evening. After returning home, he filled his stomach first, and then packed some clothes into the suitcase. Things are packed, but there is a more serious problem ——

He has no car.

From Suzhou to Shanghai, it takes only half an hour by high-speed rail, or one hour by car.

The high-speed rail is definitely no longer operational. Tang Mo dare not imagine the situation on the railway. If it is the same as on the street, the driver suddenly disappears, and countless cars have crashed one after another. On the railway, the uncontrolled trains are probably all lumped together.

He needs a car.

Tang Mo went upstairs and knocked on the landlord's door. After three minutes, there was no response in the door. He picked up the iron wrench brought from his house and smashed the door lock.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a very strong smell of gas.

Tang Mo stunned, hurried to the kitchen to turn off the gas stove, and opened the window to ventilate.

Chopped vegetables are still on the kitchen table. Obviously, before disappearing, the owner of this house is preparing a delicious breakfast. Tang Mo left the school one year ago and rented the house. The landlord is a very good old couple who lives upstairs. The old couple has been retired from home and has nothing to do. Sometimes Tang Mo is invited to eat upstairs.

Tang Mo has no car and used to borrow a car from the landlord.

He took the car key out of the drawer under the TV cabinet lightly and familiarly. After checking around, he found that there was really no one in the house and opened the door to leave.

Shanghai is too close to Suzhou, and it does n’t cost too much fuel to drive, but Tang Mo found that the landlord ’s car was really running out of fuel and the pointer was approaching the red line. According to this oil quantity estimate, at most half open, he had to anchor on the way.