The Earth is Online Chapter 33:

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"Ding Dong! The seventh-tier main mission of the Black Tower: Exterminating Inamon from the Black Tower World!" Tang Mo ’s brain is running fast, almost instantly he understands that this conversation with himself is not a fire egg , Not even a turkey, he may be a creature in the black tower, more likely ...

"Are you human?"

The male voice was silent for a moment: "Well, I am human. Are you human too?"

Tang Mo: "Yes."

None of them spoke again.

The car was parked by the roadside, and the dazzling sunset shone into the car, illuminating the white egg with golden color. The text above appears from time to time. Tang Mo can only see a few words and a bunch of garbled characters. He is more concerned about the person who is speaking to him.

After thinking for a while, he decided to show his sincerity before asking questions to the other party. He began to describe his situation: "Now I have a white egg in your hand, your voice comes out from inside. Are you trapped in the egg, or what else?"

The man ’s voice is firm and calm: “I ’m not trapped in an egg, I also hold an egg in your hand, and your voice is also heard from inside.” After a pause, he added: “This is A turkey egg. "

Tang Mo's thoughts: "You should be a Chinese, then you just came out of the first floor of the black tower? My egg was obtained from the hand of a black tower monster, it was a fire egg."

"Me too, a white turkey egg obtained from the black tower creature."

The two of them fully understood that the turkey egg in their hands is similar to a mobile phone, allowing them to talk to a stranger they have never met.

In this case, Tang Mo now wants to know how far this turkey egg can be connected.

"Where are you?"

"Which city are you in?"

The unanimous words made both sides stunned.

The other party reacted first: "I am in Beijing."

Beijing?

Beijing is a thousand kilometers away from Shanghai. So far, turkey eggs can also be directly contacted, is it really the role of mobile phones?

Tang Modao: "I am in Shanghai."

Tang Mo looked down at the turkey egg in his hand and vaguely had an idea. The egg in his hand did not know why it seemed to be damaged. Tang Mo didn't think that his own random knocking could knock out the turkey eggs. He had to know that it wasn't the turkey eggs that was actually cracked, but his steering wheel. The things in the black tower are not so fragile.

The possibility of the turkey egg being knocked down by him is less than 20%, and the possibility of it being damaged is more than 80%.

Due to the damage to the turkey egg, Tang Mo did not know what the egg did. The text on the turkey egg is only three lines without garbled characters, and one line is ——

[Quality: Rare]

This is a rare item.

If Black Tower is really just playing a game, then it also makes sense to distribute props to players. Rare props are very precious in any game. Tang Mo does n’t know if this damaged turkey egg can play any role, but he may be able to learn the real use of turkey egg from the mouth of this Beijing player.

A rare item ca n’t just serve as a call. Human technology can already make global video calls before the planet goes online. It ’s unreasonable and mysterious like the Black Tower. Since both are turkey eggs, they are similar in appearance and can still be used for calls. Then there are eight | nine, and they have the same effect.

Tang Mo sorted out the language: "When I was playing the tower attack game on the first floor of the black tower, a big mole in the black tower gave me this egg as a reward and gave it to me. It ’s hard. I used it to try to smash the car ’s steering wheel, rocks, and some other hard things. My steering wheel was cracked by it, but it did n’t break. ”

First speak your own information as much as possible, so that the other party feels that both parties are now sharing information.

Tang Mo went on to say: "... the big mole who gave me turkey eggs said that we humans cannot incubate turkey eggs. I thought I was the only one who could get this egg and I could use it directly I think you also own it. But I did n’t say that I need another person to use this egg. You can also talk to each other. Do you have any tips there? ”

The low male voice answered decisively: "No."

Tang Mo: "..."

Did you chat like this!

Why is this person completely unspoken? !

While normal people should communicate with others in a friendly atmosphere, should n’t they also voluntarily give out the information they have?

Tang Mo remained silent for a while, and then continued to use the cliché: "How did you reach me. At the moment, I hear your voice first, and then I answer."

This is not intelligence anymore. If this is unwilling to say, Tang Mo no longer hopes for clichés.

"A few lines appeared on the egg. I tried to study the egg. When I tapped the egg with my finger to the third click, suddenly it flashed a dazzling golden light. "This man is finally willing to reveal some information," When I speak now, this egg has been shining a golden light. "

Tang Mo suddenly remembered that when he knocked to the third time just now, the egg seemed to flash, but the man ’s voice came and the light disappeared before the light turned on.

Tang Mo: "Do you know how to close the call?"

"I try."

Both tried for a long time, and suddenly the voice was interrupted. Ten seconds later, the male voice sounded: "I just held the egg with both hands, and the call was terminated."

Tap three times to start the call, and hold the egg with both hands to terminate the call?

Tang Mo: "Then you terminate first, let me try."

"Okay."

Tang Mo tried it again, he can also start the call at any time and terminate it at any time. After many trials by the two, no matter which party, just tap their own eggs three times, you can start the conversation; any party holding the egg, you can end the conversation.

When the experiment was conducted, the two parties had a great tacit understanding, and no one said nonsense, and shared information as much as possible.

When this egg was studied by them, Tang Mo felt a strange feeling in his heart. The owner of another turkey egg worked very well with him, and their cooperation seemed to be the same as training many times. This made Tang Mo feel a sense of sympathy for each other, but unfortunately, if this person is a little cliché, he will have a better feeling for the other side.

This person has not given a key piece of information from the beginning to the end, it is obvious what is hiding. Tang Mo knows what the other party is hiding, and he also knows that the other party finds out that he is talking.

Now that the two can talk about everything, if no one wants to reveal their true information, it does n’t make sense to say anything more. For example, Tang Mo can't tell that his turkey is damaged, so he is at a disadvantage; the other party refuses to give useful information, and always guards against Tang Mo, an unknown stranger.

The man ’s voice has been steady and a bit nice: "Do you have anything to say?"

Tang Mo: "... the last question."

"What?"

"Why did you say the first sentence, not hello, not hello, but ... Momo?"

The air was quiet, Tang Mo vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he could n’t figure out what went wrong. Until a low-pitched laughter came from the turkey egg, the man's voice was mixed with a smile for the first time: "So you don't even know what this egg is called?"

Tang Mo: "..."

Some words are in your heart, do n’t say anything to your face!

Tang Mo knew that this man was deliberately guarding himself, and he also knew that the other party knew that he had missing information. But now it's fair and honest to say ... It's a bit of a taste in my heart, I feel that the wind has fallen, and I feel that the relationship between the two has always been indifferent and guarded against each other, because this time, it seems that it is a little closer.

At least not an enemy.

"This egg is called" Momo ", so after I saw it glowing, I subconsciously shouted" Momo. "

Tang Mo said lightly: "My name is Mo, how do you call it?"

"..." The man was silent for a moment, and then he realized how many times he just shouted such intimate titles. For a long time, he said: "My surname is Fu."

Tang Modao: "Is that all right then?"

"Well, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

As soon as the call was over, Tang Mo put the turkey back in his pocket and tapped his finger on the steering wheel.

First, this egg is called Momo.

It should have nothing to do with his name, it just happened to be called this.

Second, this Mr. Fu from Beijing is very smart and very prepared. The possibility of trying to extract information from the other party's mouth is very small, even very likely, this is their first and last call. Their conversation was of no benefit, and both parties were aware that the other end of the turkey was a difficult person to start. In this case, there is no need to contact again.

This rare prop fire egg is like a hot potato in Tang Mo's hands. He wanted to use it, but he didn't know the function of the turkey egg at all, or whether the egg was damaged to the point that it could not be used.

As for the mantra from that man ’s mouth ...

Tang Mo has no hope. Unless there is an accident, the other party has to share information with him, otherwise this person is absolutely impossible to relax.

Considering, Tang Mo will not share information about rare props with a stranger. Owning this kind of props, I already wished to hide it and not be discovered by anyone, so as to achieve a surprising victory. After further information, Tang Mo was not so stupid and sweet.

Tang Mo sighed and continued driving to find Shibei Middle School.

When the car drove to the downtown area of ​​Shanghai, the traffic on the street increased sharply and crashed into a mess. At this time, it is unwise to choose to drive, Tang Mo directly abandoned the car and walked. He walked along the edge of the road while walking, and once there was a barricade, he used the barricade to hide his body.

The prosperous and splendid Shanghai became a deserted city on the fourth day of its launch on earth.

It was getting dark, and many businesses on both sides of the street were still lit. Tang Mo passed a KFC, and the unfinished french fries and ketchup were laid on the table next to the window, but the french fries had wilted, and there was no one in the empty fast food restaurant.

The closer to the city center, the more cautious Tang Mo is.

Here, there are more and more people. He walked around a corner and saw a young woman in sportswear is filling a stomach with various snacks and instant noodles in a family convenience store. She was not surprised to see Tang Mo, but just watched twice more alertly, then turned her head to search for food and water in the convenience store.

Tang Mo carried a heavy bag with a flashlight, food and water inside.

Along the way, he saw many people searching for food and water, as well as several small groups in groups, staring at each passerby alertly. Many people had mottled blood stains on their bodies, while others were injured and wailed with their arms and legs lying on the side of the road.

Excessive population makes the city still alive after experiencing the Black Tower incident.

Tang Mo roughly estimated that there are about four people per square kilometer in the center of Shanghai. It's dinner time now, most of these people are eating. After Tang Mo's physical fitness improved, the demand for food was greatly reduced. He hasn't eaten food all day and night, but he is not hungry at all.

Shibei Middle School is a prestigious school in Shanghai, but Tang Mo does n’t know it. Instead of asking the two people who ate on the roadside, he went straight into an abandoned newspaper kiosk, rummaging through it for a long time, and found a detailed map of Shanghai.

"Jing'an District ... Shibei Li ... here."

Tang Mo carrying his bag and walking forward again.

Suddenly, without a sign, a clear and cheerful voice sounded.

"Ding Dong! Richard Wells, an official player in the U.S. District 3, successfully opened the first floor of the Black Tower. Three minutes later, all American players began to attack the tower!"

Tang Mo stopped and the two people who were eating also looked up at the black tower in the distance. Tang Mo turned his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of the newsstand.

『19:18 points』

"The game time is from 6 o'clock to 18 o'clock every day, and China's game time is over. The United States ... There is a time difference of 13 hours, the game time is calculated according to local time? Will it be notified globally ..."

Tang Mo went on.

This game announcement is not like the stowaway Fu Wenduo opened the Black Tower three times when it was broadcasted, and only stopped once.

Because it was not a Chinese player but an American player who started the tower attack game this time, Tang Mo was walking on the road, and he heard a bloody, dying middle-aged man breathing heavily and laughing wildly. , Schadenfreude said: "Dead, let's die ... die ... die ..."

At 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, Tang Mo finally walked to Jing'an District. The vehicles on the street crashed into a mess, and he constantly overtook them, causing his walking speed to decrease. He accidentally walked in the wrong direction halfway through. When he walked to Jing'an District, a loud child's voice sounded in the middle of the quiet night-

"Dingdong! The official U.S. District 2 player Mary Van der Sar successfully cleared the first floor of the Black Tower!"

Tang Mo raised an eyebrow in surprise. Wasn't the player who started the tower attack game cleared?

"Ding Dong! On November 19, 2017, there were two players in the world clearing the first floor of the Black Tower. The remaining 41.63 million players, please try to attack the tower!"

Tang Mo's footsteps stopped, he raised his head and looked incredulously at the dark shadow floating in midair.

He clearly remembered that yesterday morning, more than 490 million players logged into the game, and now ... 80 million less? ! Was it because of the two tower attack games in China and the United States, or is there another way to cause the player to die?

80 million people died so soon? !

Tang Mo's face was green, and he continued to walk forward. The street lights on the street kept flashing, and Tang Mo took out a flashlight from his backpack and illuminated the map. Without saying a word, he went around three intersections and walked four streets. However, it took long for Tang Mo to see the roadside sign standing next to the school with a traffic signboard that reads “Be careful of avoidance in front of the school”.

"Click ---"

Tang Mo stepped on the glass fragments. He looked down, and many small pieces of glass fell on the ground. He looked up again, and the street lamp above him was somehow broken and the glass fell to the ground.

This is just the first broken street lamp.

Tang Mo looked at the road leading to the school gate in front of him.

On this road, only two street lights flashed dimly. The ground was covered with glass **** from street lamps, and the late autumn night wind blew through, blowing the street trees on both sides of the road. The dark shade of the trees looked like silent ghosts. Tang Mo walked blankly through the black ghosts on both sides, stepping on the glass slag.

The cold evening wind blew his trench coat hem, and his eyes were calm, as if he didn't notice anything.

Suddenly, Tang Mo raised his foot and flashed two steps to the left quickly. In the position where he had just walked, a big nail with a thick finger somehow appeared abruptly. If he stepped on just now, his soles would definitely be pierced.

Tang Mo raised his head and stared around cautiously.

He has reached the school boundary, only 100 meters away, to the school gate.

It's one o'clock in the morning, and the cold evening wind is blowing, and there is no one around. Tang Mo continued to move forward, this magically appeared nail appeared twice, once even suspended blatantly in front of Tang Mo, as long as he took a quick step without paying attention, this sudden nail could poke his Eyes, fortunately he responded very quickly, and one fled to escape.

These strange things happened only when he was close to the school. Now he is only ten meters away from the school gate. If he wants to walk back to the entrance, it will be more than eighty meters.

Tang Mo hesitated for a moment, but decided to check into the school.

A rapid voice sounded: "Do n’t come over!"

The voice was immature and loud, with a trace of dryness that did not completely change.

Tang Mo immediately responded: "Are you a student of this school?"

"Do n’t come here, you ... who you are!"

"I am not malicious, I come to find a student. She is my friend's daughter."

The big nail floating in front of Tang Mo fell to the ground, and it seemed that he no longer blocked his pace. Tang Mo walked forward again, without obstruction, he walked all the way to the door of the school. Looking through the iron gate, I didn't see a figure, and the little boy who had just spoken was nowhere to be seen.

Tang Mo frowned and asked loudly, "Where are you?"

The boy said timidly: "You ... are you really not a bad person?"

"I am not. Do you have any difficulties and need help? I have some water and food here."

"I ... I'm in the guard room next to the door. You put water and food at the door, don't come in ..."

Tang Mo took a bottle of water and a bag of compressed biscuits from his backpack and walked to the door of the guard house. He walked slowly, halfway, and stopped.

The little boy said, "You ... why can't you come!"

Tang Mo smiled and went on. There was silence all around, the little boy stopped talking, and Tang Mo did not talk, but walked quietly. When he reached the stairs in front of the gate of the guard house, suddenly, he hurriedly stepped up, bypassed the gate of the guard house sideways, flew directly from the side and broke the window into the little guard house.

The debris of the window splashed onto the step that Tang Mo was about to step on. The step collapsed in an instant, and a big hole of seven or eight meters deep was exploded. At the bottom of the hole were many sharp knives, with the knife edge upward.

"Teacher, he found it! Teacher, save me !!!"

Ordinary glass fragments ca n’t hurt Tang Mo ’s skin at all, and even his reaction speed and running speed surpass most humans. The little fat boy shouted in horror when he saw Tang Mo, turned and ran, but Tang Mo was faster than him, grabbed the fat man's arm, and dragged him in front of him, directly holding him back Arms.

"Don't move! Who are you, what do you want to do!" An anxious male voice sounded.

Tang Mo looked up and saw that he was a young man in a white shirt. He seemed to have just woken up, his hair was messy, his eyes flushed with anxiety, and he ran into the guard house.

Tang Mo replied: "Why did you lie to me just now ... Want to kill me?"

The young man said anxiously: "You put him down first, don't hurt him. We will give you whatever you want, and we will satisfy you!"

Tang Mo realized that something was wrong, he was about to ask the situation clearly, and only heard a voice: "Tang Mo? It ’s Tang Mo, the friend I talked to you before. It was because he wanted to come to Shibei to find someone. I and he broke up halfway before we came to school to see if we could meet him.

Tang Mo looks at the coming person.

"Leven?"

It is now "daytime", the demon disappears, and the angel can move around casually. Having been in this strange place for several hours, Tang Mo and Shen Bang are no longer so nervous. The two walked to the burnt bookshelf with explosion-proof sticks. Tang Mo squatted down to take a closer look at the burnt bookshelves.

There are twenty-three bookshelves on the third floor of the library. This time the ninth bookshelf from the front desk was burned.

This is a type I bookshelf. Most of the books are on geography, including travel books, geography books at home and abroad, and some religious books. Now they are all burned to ashes. The wooden bookshelf was burned to charcoal and lay dark on the ground, but the books were piled into black and gray hills. Tang Mo reached out his hand and touched the black and gray.

"Not hot."

The **** stick looked at him: "Not hot?"

Tang Mo nodded: "Well, although according to Tong Sheng, it has been all night since the bookshelf was burned, it ’s possible that it ’s not hot. But for our own time flow, only half an hour passed Let ’s not talk about how to burn such a large bookshelf and more than 10,000 books on it in half an hour. It means that these ash are not hot ... The common sense of human beings can no longer be explained. "

The **** stick said of course: "This is burned by the devil, and of course it cannot be explained by science."

What happened to them is beyond the scope of theoretical science, and the occurrence of a few more things is also more lice and not afraid of itching.

The **** stick is obviously more concerned about the problem of finding a book. He swallowed in fear: "What did the little girl say just now, do you want to tell us that the book she lost was known by the angel? Tang Mo, what do you have? Do you know the book? "After a pause, the **** stick added:" I know there are too many books. I have been reading in your library for almost a year. I have read all the books. "

Tang Mo is not in a hurry: "The book entry project on the third floor has always been my responsibility, and I know more than you."

The **** stick looked at him like this, and he slipped big sweat beads on his head: "What can I do? This is the next day."

Tang Mo did not answer the **** stick, he walked around the pile of black and gray. The **** stick kept talking in his mouth. He roughly recalled what the little girl said when he appeared, but found no definitive evidence. He anxiously said: "Tang Mo, what can I do!"

"Don't worry." Tang Mo crouched in front of the ashes of the bookshelf and looked up at the **** stick. The "sunlight" outside the window shone on his face. He smiled slightly and said, "What's more important now ... Why should the demon burn this bookshelf?"

The **** stick froze.

Twenty-three bookshelves. According to common sense, the probability of a demon burning a book is three-thirds. The premise is that the angel did not find the book in advance.

The **** stick thought for a while and explained: "The boy said that the devil ca n’t remember in which shelf she hid the book, so he should have burned it casually."

Tang Mo casually said: "Maybe."

The **** stick is inserted into his hair with his hands: "Let ’s find the book quickly, we wo n’t find it again, and it will really be finished. The books I read recently are all on this shelf and ..." His face was a bit ugly, "and this burnt bookshelf. Tang Mo, how about you?"

Tang Mo stood up: "I read too many books, every day I have to sort out your random books."

The divine stick looks dignified. He looked at the books on the shelf next to him for a while, while looking at the ashes on the ground. He seemed to be a real neuropath, whispering in his mouth, repeating what the little girl said.

In fact, it is possible for other normal people to encounter such a situation, seeing so many things like ghosts and gods, and being forced into a neuropathy.

Tang Mo put his hand in the ashes and took out a pile of ashes. He glanced at the magic stick that was pacing back and forth. After a moment, he suddenly remembered: "I have sorted out a few bookshelves recently. About three days ago, the director asked me to sort out the H-type bookshelves." /

The foot of the **** stick stopped suddenly, and he looked at Tang Mo: "Three days ago? The time is so close, maybe this is the place!"

But the two of them walked in front of the Class H bookshelf and were dumbfounded again.

"There are more than 12,000 books on the H-type bookshelf." Tang Mo probably said a number.

The **** stick asked calmly: "What kind of book is found? If we take all the books on the H-type bookshelf, as long as the correct one is taken out, will it be considered a book?"

This is not introduced by the rules of the game. The game only says that angels can get a hint during the day, and demons can burn books at night. If you find the correct book directly to Mosaic, you must be able to complete the task. But if only the correct book is taken out of the shelf, will it also count as a success?

Tang Mo did not think of this plan, he said: "If we seize more than 10,000 books, we may be able to take all these books out of the bookshelf once in two hours."

Just do it.

The **** stick looks excitedly and fetches books quickly, and Tang Mo fetches books honestly. They are divided into two paths and complete their tasks on both sides of the bookshelf. Time passed by one minute and one second, but when night fell, Tang Mo had just taken out a Qing Dynasty history book. He wanted to touch the next book again, but found that he couldn't take the book out of the shelf. .

In front of the darkness, the **** stick said in horror: "I can't get the book."

Tang Mo pressed his lips: "I can't take it out."

The two felt the bookshelf and walked all the way back to the service desk, lighting the only lamp that could be turned on.

In the dim and dim light, Tang Mo and Shen Bang were sitting on the ground against the table, looking intently at the direction of the Class H bookshelf not far away. They could not see anything in the darkness at this moment, but they knew that within two hours, a bookshelf would be burned. At that time, the fire was so high that they could clearly see everything in the library.

In such a tense and depressed time, the time passes extremely slowly, and the seconds are like years.

The eyes of the **** stick were covered with bloodshot eyes. He seemed like a tramp who had not slept for three days. His lips were chapped and his hair was covered with snowflake-like dandruff. Only the hands were washed very cleanly, and the nails were well trimmed, as if to preserve the final dignity of the owner.