Chapter 1

Once the library opened its doors at nine in the morning, the seven or eight people waiting entered, all of them with grey hair. Today was Monday. It was different from the weekends when many parents would bring their children to the city library to read. Usually only retired old people came to the library on working days.

Outside the library was a busy world. The library itself was quiet, with only the sound of pages being flipped.

At 10 o'clock, more people started coming to the library.

Tang Mo sat in front of the computer to help check out the books. His left hand tapped the keyboard and entered the serial number of the book. His right hand clicked on the mouse to confirm. After doing all of this, he looked up. "You have borrowed a book for nearly a month now. Haven't you finished reading it?"

The middle-aged woman in front of him smiled and shook her head. "No, my son is a slow reader. Is there a problem if the book isn't returned in a month?"

Tang Mo explained. "One month is the free period. After that, I need to collect the library fee of 1 yuan a day." He paused and added, "If you lose the book, you would have to compensate by paying the original price. This book is 82 yuan."

The woman’s expression changed. "It is so expensive…okay, I will go home today and tell that boy to read the book quickly." She turned around and left.

Tang Mo looked at the woman striding away, his handsome face not showing much expression. He took the next person's library card and swiped it.

“Not finished? I think she lost the book." A crisp female voice rang out.

Tang Mo swiped while speaking, "Maybe."

There was disdain in the female voice. "A library card is 50 yuan and that book is 82 yuan. I don't think she will come here again."

“I also don't think she will come again." Director Wang, who was in charge of the reception work, came over and patted Tang Mo's shoulders. "Xiaotang, go and see what that huckster is doing. I just saw him go to the corner where there is no monitoring. Make sure he doesn't do anything." (TL: I chose huckster because it was an English translation that one dictionary site provided me, but it is more like a swindler who uses religion and superstitions to obtain illegal benefits)

Tang Mo nodded and walked to the corner.

The Suzhou City Library was located in the centre of the city and had a total of three floors. The third floor was mostly books on humanities and history. Tang Mo walked from the help desk to the southeast corner. He passed more than 30 bookshelves before finding the huckster.

In November, Suzhou was a bit chill and the winds howled outside the window. The window shook because of it, but the sunlight shining through the window was warm. The huckster sat cross-legged on the floor by the window. He had five or six books scattered around him in a haphazard manner. He wasn't even looking at a book as he placed his hands in his hair and made the messiness worse.

Tang Mo's lips pursed as he walked over and picked up a book. "Mr. Chen, our library has tables and chairs. You can read books over there."

“Read book… read books…what book am I reading?"

Tang Mo looked at the book he had just picked up. "'The Secret Behind the Mayan Civilization's Disappearance'?"

The huckster suddenly raised his head and looked at Tang Mo with bloodshot eyes, asking in horror, "Do you know the secret behind the Mayan civilization's disappearance?"

Tang Mo's lips curved upwards. "I don't know, do you?"

“I know, of course I know.” The huckster got up and said, "They have offended God. Their religion is based on false gods, not the true god. They offended God, so they are all dead. God is the only eternal being. Offending him is death!"

Tang Mo had heard these words many times and didn't pay attention to them. The library was an open place and had seen many things. The huckster might be shocking, but he didn't have a mental illness. He was only fanatical about religion and they couldn't run him away because of that.

Tang Mo asked casually, "Where is the real God?"

The huckster's expression suddenly froze.

Tang Mo smiled, picked up the pile of books and turned to walk away.

He had asked the huckster this question many times. The huckster had started coming to this library a year ago. All day long, he would find a seat that he divined was lucky and babble. But once the staff members asked him the question about who God was, he would shut up and leave the library after a while.

Tang Mo held the books and prepared to leave. He had just turned his head when he heard a deep and mysterious voice behind him. "God is there."

Tang Mo’s footsteps paused.

He turned to look.

The huckster was standing by the window, pointing at a giant black tower hovering over the city. He gave a fanatical smile and said, "God is coming."

Tang Mo, "…"

As long as he was happy.

The bus that Tang Mo took home from work every day passed through the city centre. He sat at the window seat and listened to music through earbuds. The song ended, allowing him to hear the conversation of two high school female students.

“The black tower! I'll take a photo."

"You are still taking photos? What is so good about this thing. No one wants to look at it now."

"I will send it around my friend circle. The title is A Day Trip to the Black Tower."

“No one will like it. Hey, the man sitting by the window is very handsome. If you take a photo of him then many people will praise it and your popularity will shoot up. You should call it…Bus Brother! You have to take a photo!"

As the next song played, Tang Mo raised his right hand to block his face and turned to look out the window, not caring about the two girls. His eyes lifted and he looked at the black tower suspended over Suzhou.

The black tower stood in the air among the city's tall buildings. The tower was in a quadrangular pyramid, similar to the Egyptian pyramids. However, it was black. not gold. Its base spanned the entire city centre of Suzhou, almost cover the city. The cold moonlight passed through the black tower and shone on the ground without any hindrance.

Six months ago, the tower suddenly appeared in the centre of Suzhou. Tang Mo had headed to the library for work. He had hastily left in the morning without watching the news. But once he was on the streets, all of Suzhou was abuzz.

The buses couldn't be seen and the taxis wouldn't stop.

All the cars were driving to the city centre in a frenzy. Tang Mo had just woken up and couldn't figure things out. Then he looked up and saw the huge black tower.

All of his sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

Tang Mo almost thought it was 2012 and this was the end of the world.

How could there be such a big thing?

He didn't see it when he got off work last night. How could it suddenly appear here?

At first, Tang Mo thought it was something the country constructed. People on the Internet often boasted that the country's infrastructure was very good. They could build an overpass overnight, making the foreigners feel envy. He didn't realize until he finally got a taxi and arrived in the city centre, looking up with the crowd. The tower was actually completely suspended in mid-air!

Completely suspended! At least 100 meters from the ground!

How could humans make a castle in the air?

The big LED screen in the city centre broadcasted the news. "At 8 o'clock in the morning, 1,021 strange towers appeared in our major cities and seas. It is also reported that at the same time, the black towers appeared on a large scale around the world. Please don't panic. The country has set up relevant departments to investigate this black tower incident. We invited Professor Luo, of the Physics Department of Peking University, to explain the issues related to the black tower incident. We are now connected with Professor Luo…"

World! End! Day!

Everyone panicked. Tang Mo couldn't go to work for two days. Many people drove to the countryside, trying to get as far away from the black tower as possible. However, the state maintained a very good social organization. Three days later, Tang Mo received a notice to return to work. After a week, many people came back after seeing that the black tower showed no movements.

Now it was six months later and the black towers had become tourist attractions.

In the first few months, people wearing white research uniforms came to the bottom of the black tower every day. They moved some large instruments and checked for unknown things. Now they only came to check once every three days, and the stores near the black tower resumed their operations.

Tang Mo supported his chin with a hand and looked calmly at the black tower.  The bus turned a corner, leaving the black tower behind. It was no longer visible.

That evening, Tang Mo casually ate a meal before opening his computer and logging into QQ. Then a chat box popped up.

【Victor: I'm sorry. I've been busy these days and might not have time to play together. 】

Tang Mo looked at the chat window. The news he sent last week only got a reply today. It seemed he really was very busy.

【 Grinding Sugar: Never mind. We will play together when you are free. 】

After sending the message, Tang Mo opened the bridge game software. But at this time, Victor actually came online and replied quickly.

【 Victor: Come play a game. I have a little bit of time. 】

【 Grinding Sugar: Good [Smiley] 】

Tang Mo invited Victor into the room and the game soon began.

Tang Mo had been playing bridge for five years. When he was a freshman, he had a roommate who was obsessed with bridge, stating that it was a IQ test game. However, less than one month later, the roommate had moved onto other things while Tang Mo quietly continued to play bridge for five years.

In the middle of the game, Tang Mo found a chance to take the contract. His eyes flashed and he hadn't played the card yet when he saw that Victor suddenly pulled out a K of clubs. Tang Mo's mind became blank. Victor's card killed his chance of making a contract.

Had Victor made a mistake?

Bridge was a 2V2 game. Tang Mo had met Victor on the Internet a year ago. The two people played together and had a tacit understanding. In addition, Victor's skill was much better than Tang Mo's. But Victor had been busy for the past six months and hadn't played at all for two months. It wasn't impossible that his skills were rusty.

Tang Mo once again looked at both sides of the table and suddenly realized, "Does he want a grand slam?"

His lips curved into a smile and Tang Mo calmly played a card.

Half an hour later, the game ended and Tang Mo opened QQ.

【 Grinding Sugar: GJ, you are just as good as before. 】

【 Victor: GJ. 】

【 Grinding Sugar: [Smiley] 】

Victor didn't answer for a long time. Tang Mo guessed he was busy and didn't send another message. Instead, he opened another game of bridge. When he came back, he saw that Victor had sent a message: 【 I remember you once said that there is a black tower next to where you work? 】

【 Grinding Sugar: Yes, it is around 200 metres away. What's wrong? 】

【 Victor：Recently, it seems like there may be some problems. 】

Tang Mo saw this sentence and suddenly remembered the huckster pointing to the black tower and saying 'God is coming.' Victor and the huckster…

Tang Mo couldn't help laughing. He laughed for a long time before sending a message back:【 Do you also below to the black tower is dangerous faction? However, I work in that area and can't avoid it. 】

Victor didn't continue the topic. He said a few more words before suddenly stating he was busy. The two people said goodbye and he went offline.

The next day at work, the huckster didn't come.  Director Wang was very surprised and asked Tang Mo, "The huckster didn't come today? I think he is here more often than I am. What happened?"

Tang Mo replied, "Perhaps he is busy with his family."

Director Wang waved his hand. "Eh, it is better that he didn't come. Otherwise, we would have to look after him. Xiaotang, Xiaozhao, you worked hard today. Please find time to sort the G-category books."

Sorting books was something the librarians had to do on a daily basis and wasn't as leisurely as outsiders thought. Xiaozhao was going on a blind date that night. The young girl looked helpless at Tang Mo, making him say, "You go back first. I'll do it alone."

Xiaozhao thanked him. "Thank you Tang Mo. Next time, I will help you by working overtime."

Tang Mo nodded lightly and didn't say anything.

He worked overtime until 10 in the evening. Then Tang Mo left the library and sat on the last bus.

There were few people on the last bus. Apart from the driver, there was only Tang Mo and a middle-aged uncle. The uncle was soundly sleeping in his seat and Tang Mo's phone was dead. He braced his chin and looked out the window in a bored manner.

Many shopping malls in the centre of the city were closed at this time. November nights were very cold, so there were few people on the street. The moonlight shone down coldly. Tang Mo looked at the flashing neon signs and the bus turned a corner. The huge black tower suddenly appeared in view.

After watching it for a whole six months, Tang Mo wasn't interested in the tower anymore, just like many people. He just looked at it calmly.

Suddenly, he saw a small bug or maybe a bird. It was too far away to see clearly. In the moonlight, the dark little thing shone as it flew through the air towards the black tower. Tang Mo watched careless as the small thing foolishly flew forward and plunged towards the black tower.

Then it seemed to hit something and fell to the ground.

Tang Mo watched until the bus turned another corner and the black tower disappeared.

The name of the next stop rang out through the bus. Tang Mo was still stared outside the window, wondering what to eat tonight. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he turned his head quickly, wanting to see the black tower again. However, the bus had long gone and it was impossible to see the black tower behind the bus.

Tang Mo's heart beat very quickly, as if it was about to jump out of his throat. After a long time, he calmed his heart.

"…Did I see wrong? The black tower is an optical illusion caused by pollution. It isn't actually solid."

This was the current mainstream view of society. Many people didn't believe the black tower was real. It could be seen but not touched.

Tang Mo closed his eyes, wanting to forget that scene just now. But the scene kept playing over and over in his mind, giving him insomnia. He only managed to fall asleep in the middle of the night.

The next morning, he woke up at 7.30. Tang Mo hurriedly got up and brushed his teeth. He had to catch the 8 o'clock bus. He dressed quickly, picked up his backpack and left. The moment his hand had touched the doorknob, a melodious music was suddenly heard.

“Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bells…"

Tang Mo was startled and turned his head, but he couldn't find the source of the sound in the room. The song 'Jingle Bells' kept playing. There were no lyrics but everyone knew the song.

Tang Mo listened carefully and couldn't find the source. It seemed to be coming from all directions.

The next moment, Tang Mo's body froze. He ran at a speed he never achieved before to the window and looked at the distant giant tower in the centre of Suzhou.  Colourful lights were flashing from the tower and the melody of the song was constantly changing. Once the last note fell, the lights disappeared and everything became dark again.

A child-like voice spoke afterwards, in the unique high-pitched, sharp and loud tone of a child.

"Ding dong! November 15th, 2017. The earth is online."

Chapter 2

The world.

At this moment, all humans stopped and looked at the black tower closest to them.

They had never felt that the black tower was so huge. No matter how far away they were from the tower, they could clearly see a blue dot of light that appeared on it. The blue dots flashed and formed a string of characters, like an old computer crashing. Then a row of blue words appeared in the centre of the black tower—

“Ding dong! In three days, all players are asked to eliminate any player. This is including, but not limited to games."

The clear child's voice was heard at the same time.

Tang Mo stood on a balcony and stared without blinking at the black tower. The cold autumn wind blew against his cheeks and a large drop of sweat slid down his forehead. He fixed his gaze on the black tower, but the black tower had returned to its calm state. The blue words and child's voice disappeared.

Half an hour later, Tang Mo arrived at the entrance of the library. Countless people were crowded near the black tower, even managing to block the road to the library.

The noisy crowd blocked the city center. Tang Mo watched for a moment before walking into the library.

10 minutes later, Director Wang came to the help desk and ordered, "There is no need to work today. Go home and wait for a notice."

Xiao Zhao excitedly looked up and couldn't help asking, "Director, is it related to the black tower? The black tower made a noise this morning. You must've heard it. What is going on? Where did this thing come from? Is it really the end of the world?"

Director Wang immediately made a cold expression. "What end of the world nonsense? As a young person, don't talk nonsense all day and look at your mess."

Xiao Zhao was the youngest worker in the library, a girl born in 1996. There was a hint of fear in her round eyes, but there was more surprise and curiosity. After Director Wang left, she said, "Tang Mo, you heard it. The black tower spoke. What does it mean by online and eliminated?"

Tang Mo was packing up his things to go home. He felt annoyed and spoke in a short manner, "I didn't pay attention."

“Do you think this is the end of the world? I don't think it is the end of the world where there are zombies. The black tower told us to eliminate players. Wouldn't that turn us into zombies? This must by a conspiracy of the country…ah, that isn't right. The Internet said that all the black towers in the world spoke. Which country would be able to do that? I don't think the United States would do it."

Tang Mo wasn't in the mood to discuss such things. He didn't know why, but after he heard the black tower and say the words that appeared, his heart started to race quickly.

A normal adult heartbeat was between 60 to 100. Tang Mo had been counting his heartbeat while Xiao Zhao was talking.

He now had a heartbeat of 130 per minute.

He didn't feel any discomfort. He just felt panicked, as if something was wrong.

Tang Mo looked to the left and right. The borrowing desk was in the middle of the room and the bookshelves were all around them. The left contained the humanities book while the right contained the historical books. He didn't know what he was looking for. From his line of sight, the sun shone through the window and small pieces of dust floated in the air.

"Tang Mo!" The loud female voice woke Tang Mo up. Xiao Zhao’s voice contained some dissatisfaction. "I just spoke to you several times. What happened? What are you thinking about that you won't talk?"

Tang Mo wiped his face with his hand and found that his palms were wet with sweat. He turned to look at his colleague. "…It doesn't matter."

His heart was beating faster.

Xiao Zhao picked up her bag. "I want to see the black tower. Would you like to come with me? As I was entering the library, I saw that a lot of people were there. Should we drop by there together?"

Tang Mo quickly shook his head. "I'm going home."

Xiao Zhao didn't seem happy as she waved and left the library first.

But Xiao Zhao failed to visit the black tower. Tang Mo saw a group of police officers escorting the crowd around the black tower as he left the library. They surrounded the black tower with white plastic. The white plastic wall started from the library doorway and blocked the black tower tightly, not letting people in.

Many people were standing outside the wall and using their phones to take photos of the black tower.

Tang Mo took a photo and grabbed a taxi to go home.

On the Internet, the black tower incident had become the world's hottest headline.

Tang Mo laid in bed and checked his friends circle. Students studying in Japan and the United States sent photographs of the black tower, with the text in Japanese and English instead of Chinese.

Tang Mo didn't speak, but the students studying in the United States replied to several people in the friends circle.

【 Yes, it was in English, not Chinese! I was scared to death. My school stopped classes and many people are marching in front of the White House, asking the government to give a statement. 】

【 Right now, it is too hard to buy a ticket at the airport. I can't buy a ticket back home. My roommate is rich and will return home in the afternoon. 】

【 When it spoke, it was evening here. There was also a nursery rhyme. My friend has a video and I uploaded it. 】

Tang Mo opened the video that this person posted. A familiar black tower was suspended over the Lincoln Memorial. It flashed with a colourful light and was particularly eye-catching. The song wasn't 'Jingle Bells' but was clearly a nursery rhyme. After the song finished, the same high and clear child's voice was spoken in English.

『 Ding dong. November 15th, 2017. The earth is online. 』

What the hell was this?

Tang Mo anxiously dropped his phone onto his bed.

The authorities hadn't disclosed information about the black tower. However, there were too many of these towers and it couldn't be hidden. People had already sent out information on the Internet. On average, every 10,000 square kilometres of land would have a black tower.

There were even countless black towers on the ocean.

Tang Mo stood up and walked around the room irritably. His heart wasn't calm, beating so quickly that it was like his heart was jumping out of his chest. Tang Mo was on his 160th time around his room when he suddenly stopped.

…This wasn't like him!

Why was he upset all of a sudden?

Tang Mo walked to the bathroom and placed his head under the faucet. Rather than worrying about a cold, he directly turned on the cold water and let it pour over his head. He felt calmer and returned to his room, pouring a glass of cold water. Then he turned on the computer and opened the bridge software.

He needed to be calm.

This sudden sense of anxiety wasn't under his control.

Maybe it was because his heartbeat was so fast that it affected his judgment? Just now, it should've reached 150 times per minute.

Tang Mo looked indifferently at the computer screen. There were too few people who wanted to play games at this time, probably due to the big event. He waited for 10 minutes before entering a room and opening a handful of cards. The game progressed and his brain turned quickly. Tang Mo's heart gradually calmly down, just beating as fast.

He played from day to night, until he was too sleep and fell asleep in his bed.

The next day, that irresistible sense of anxiety came again. Tang Mo reopened the bridge software and continued to play cards. He played all day like this and his condition became the worst. His eyes were bloodshot and his brain was too tired. He could sleep just by closing his eyes.

Then there was the sound of the QQ prompt.

【 Victor: Have you been playing all day? 】

Tang Mo rubbed his eyes and replied, 【 Yes, I was feeling a bit uncomfortable. 】

【 Victor: It must be uncomfortable to play for so long. Rest early. 】

【 Grinding Sugar: Yes. 】

【 Victor: Stay away from the black tower. 】

Tang Mo had already fallen asleep at the computer table.

He woke up the next morning and saw Victor's message. He hurried to reply, but Victor had already gone offline. Tang Mo stretched and felt much better. His heartbeat was still fast but the strands of anxiety had disappeared without a trace.

The black tower event was still being discussed online.

The government didn't give any specific explanations but strongly suppressed public opinion. Many netizens could only discuss information relevant to the black tower in private. The discussions were also useless, as sensitive vocabulary couldn't be sent in succession.

Tang Mo opened a few posts that speculated about the black tower. Most people thought that they black tower was the result of some research. A small number of people thought it was the end of the world. However, their tone was joking so their posts weren't deleted. These people were just casually posting nonsense.

In the afternoon, Director Wang made an announcement in the library group chat.

【 Director Wang: Emergency notice! The day after tomorrow, the library will be requisitioned as a temporary research centre. Please take away any personal belongings today or tomorrow. I'll say it once again. The day after tomorrow, the library will be requisitioned… 】

The group blew up.

Several old employees asked why the library was being requisitioned and where they would work. There were a few young employees who joked: 【 The world is ending. What job? 】

Tang Mo looked up at the black tower in the distance. Then he picked up his bag and took the bus to the library.

He had to admit that China was doing a good job with social stability. Apart from the people who were too close to the black tower and had to go home, the other public facilities were running as smoothly as usual.

But once he got on the bus, Tang Mo saw that there was an ashtray in front of the driver who was smoking.

A middle-aged woman complained, "Mister, how can you smoke while driving?"

"It is annoying. I don't want to drive if I can't smoke. Or do you want to drive?"

“Hey, how can you speak like this? Isn't smoking on the bus against the bus company's regulations? Do you think that people won't say anything if you are smoking?"

The driver and the woman kept arguing and the two female university students sitting near Tang Mo rushed to intervene. Finally, they were persuaded and the two girls sat back in their seats. One of them said, "Today is the third day?"

"Ah, it is as you said. It really is the third day."

The girls spoke while playing with their phones. "What does it mean by eliminating players isn't limited to game mode? It has been three days and nothing happened. What is a game? Is it talking about a game of rock paper scissors?"

"Hehe, do you want to try it?"

"Rock paper scissors!"

“Ah, I lost. Then am I eliminated by you?"

The two girls looked at each other and laughed.

The people on the bus continued their daily lives without caring much about the black tower incident. Once Tang Mo arrived at the library, he saw thousands of people holding signs and confronting the armed police. They were people who were very concerned about the black tower incident and who really thought the black towers would bring about the end of the world.

Tang Mo detoured around the library to the back door. It seemed that only he was anxious to come and pick up his things. There was no other person in the empty library. The shouts of the crowd outside the door echoed in the library. Tang Mo found his cabinet and took out several books.

He was about to leave when he heard a dull voice from the southeast corner.

Tang Mo stopped moving and looked there. A moment later, he took out a black explosion-proof stick from the security cabinet and tiptoed gingerly towards the corner.

"Who's there?"

There was no answer.

He could vaguely hear the sound of someone around the corner. The other person was putting a book back on the shelf and pulled out another book.

Tang Mo walked around the corner and shouted, "Who's there?"

An ordinary young man with messy hair looked at Tang Mo in a panicked manner while holding a book in his hand.

Tang Mo relaxed his grip on the explosion-proof stick and looked surprised. "Huckster…I mean, Mr. Chen? What are you doing here?"

The huckster looked stiffly at Tang Mo before giving a hollow laugh and placing the book back on the shelf.

Tang Mo frowned. "How did you get in?"

"There is a window in the east that isn't closed… I just came in to see…"

Tang Mo recalled that there was a window on the east side of the library. But the window was attached to the ground and connected to the basement. It was mainly for ventilation. How did this huckster get in? Did he really climb through the window?

Tang Mo reprimanded him "Mr. Chen, this is very difficult behaviour. It is considered as stealing."

“I'm not stealing anything!" The huckster hastily denied it.

Tang Mo looked him up and down, holding the explosion-proof stick tightly in his hand. He walked to the bookshelf in front of the huckster and looked carefully.

There were indeed no fewer books than there was when he left three days ago.

"Then what do you want by entering…"

“Ding dong! The game 'Who stole my book?' has been triggered. At 17:52 on November 17, 2017, players Tang Mo and Chen Fangzhi have safely entered the game. The players have entered the sandbox, the game map is completed, the data is loaded…"

In an instant, all the noisy chanting from outside the library disappeared.

In the empty library, a clear child's voice was heard in thin air, singing an unknown nursery rhyme.

“La la la, la la La.

The stick moves gently,

Two players entered the house.

Don't speak for three days and three nights,

The angel and demon wants it.

Hehe…who stole my book?"

Chapter 3

People who didn't believe in the black tower just watched it from beginning to end. They believed this was the result of the government's high-tech research and wouldn't do any harm to them. It was impossible for the government to harm the people. Even if something really happened, they had their leaders. As long as the top leaders were there, they didn't have to do anything, even if they sky collapsed.

Those who believed in the black tower felt extreme fear on the third day.

“What is a game? What is elimination? We need a statement!"

"Statement! Explain!"

"There needs to be an explanation!"

More and more people marched, blocking the city centre of Suzhou. There were also some who tried to see if they could get any benefits from this. Despite the armed police warning them off, they used the advantage in numbers and refused to leave. They would cling to the white wall and even break it.

Such scenarios occurred all over the world.

China was very good. Before the black tower incident, the country was very stable and had strong cohesion and control. In some poor and weak countries, especially those where the government deterrence was very week, the 'black tower is a danger' group occupied the government on the first day.

“The black tower is God and it will lead us to a new century. The time of the black tower is coming. My great and only master, please give us the strength of new life!"

"Grant us strength!"

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

Tang Mo didn't know these things.

He held a black explosion-proof stick in his hand. Despite his clothes being very thin, his forehead was covered with fine sweat. The clear voice of the child sang the nursery rhyme. Once it finished, the loud and ethereal voice echoed in the empty library for a long time.

“Did you hear it?" Tang Mo barely spoke the words through gritted teeth.

The huckster was lying scared on the ground, his messy hair blocking his eyes. When he looked up, Tang Mo could only see a pair of eyes trembling with fear. The huckster was so frightened that he couldn't even speak. He got up and shrank back into a wall, holding his head with trembling hands and saying, "What…what is that thing…?"

Tang Mo didn't know.

There was no sound in the library after the nursery rhyme ended.

Tang Mo gradually calmed down.

Some people would be at a loss when encountering big events and panic. Tang Mo was the opposite.

Tang Mo was an extremely sensible person. Five years ago, his parents were in a car accident and died. This was when he had just entered university and someone else might've broken down. Tang Mo managed the two people's funeral in an orderly manner. It was only after everything was handled that he secretly cried and began to consider his future.

Despite his quick heartbeat and feeling of anxiety in the past two days, he now found himself calmer than ever.

Tang Mo held the stick in his right hand and used a thick book from the G shelf as a shield. Then he approached the window.

Outside the window was just white.

This was a window on the east side of the library. Normally, he could see the main street of Suzhou and several famous ancient gardens from here.

Tang Mo gripped the stick even tighter. He seemed calm but he was always alert to everything around him. Every time he passed a bookshelf, he was ready to fight back.

He looked at the windows on the southeast and northwest of the third floor of the library before returning to his original spot.

"We aren't in Suzhou anymore."

The huckster huddled in the wall corner and looked at Tang Mo with horror.

Tang Mo didn't want to explain. However, he bitterly said, "We are surrounded by a blank space, but this really is the library. It is probably similar to the library being moved to a big blank room. I have been working here for a year year and looked at the help desk. My colleague's glass of water is still on the table, exactly like the library."

The huckster seemed to realize he wasn't alone after Tang Mo's words and found the courage to stand up.  He looked around and suddenly said, "Ah, this is the book I hid in here last week!"

Tang Mo followed the direction of his finger.

"I was afraid the book would be borrowed and hid it in the gap between two bookshelves."

Tang Mo, "…"

He was the one who originally did it!

In any case, Tang Mo was a librarian in this library and the huckster was a regular visitor. If both people confirmed that this was the library, it was certainly true.

Tang Mo took the huckster to the security cabinet and pulled out another explosion-proof stick. Right now, everything was unknown. The stick would help the huckster protect himself and he could also be a helper if the two people encountered any danger.

The two men had just arrived at the help desk when the sound of footsteps was heard from the bookshelves deep on the third floor.

The huckster's eyes widened with fright while Tang Mo also started sweating.

He had just been there and seen no one! Who did these footsteps belong to?

The two men clutched the security sticks and stared carefully in front of them, their backs against the wall. The sound got closer and it was very irregular. It was like a child skipping on the ground. 30 seconds later, a small shadow appeared from between a bookshelf. It was a little girl with double ponytails. Despite it being later November, she was wearing a red dress and a pair of shiny red leather shoes.

The noise they heard was the sound of her shoes hitting the ground.

"G…Ghost! A ghost!"

The huckster shrank behing Tang Mo.

But Tang Mo was also afraid!

…This wasn't a matter of being calm and dispassionate. What was with this special mosaic?

The little girl in the red dressed looked around seven or eight years old. She wore a delicate small skirt, small shoes and the school schoolbag on her back was modeled after the Disney pink Minnie Mouse. It was extremely detailed and she looked no different from a real person. It was just that her face was covered in a thick layer of mosaic.

There were no eyebrows, no eyes, no nose, no mouth.

Only mosaic.

Tang Mo gritted his teeth and suppressed the desire to knock this girl out with the stick.

"Brother, have you seen my book?"

No matter how clear and beautiful the voice, Tang Mo could only feel horrified when he saw this face.

Tang Mo stared at the girl with a cold face and didn't answer.

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

The little girl looked very weak and it should be easy for Tang Mo to subdue her. However, this place was too strange and the girl with the mosaic face clearly wasn't a real person. Tang Mo didn't dare move casually and could only cooperate. He licked his lips and tried to show a king smile. "Little friend, what book are you missing?"

"Brother, your smile is so ugly."

Tang Mo, "…"

The little girl spoke. "My book is gone. Brother, can you help me find it? Mother is very annoying. I hate reading but she bought me so many books. These books are ugly but Mother will be very angry if I lose them. Mother will kill me if the book is gone. Brother, can you help me find the book?"

Tang Mo no longer made a false smile. "Who is your mother?"

"Mother is Mother. Brother, you are very strange."

The huckster spoke in a trembling voice from behind. "If you can't find the book, your mother… your mother will kill you?"

“Yes, Mother will be very angry. Mother is terrible when angry."

The huckster added, "Surely she wouldn't kill people?"

The little girl tilted her head and her right ponytail fell on her mosaic face. Tang Mo didn't know why but he felt like if it wasn't for this mosaic, the girl would be laughing right now. She looked at Tang Mo and the huckster with the dark line over her eyes. "Oh, but if Brother doesn't help me find the book, I will kill Brother."

It was like a bucket of ice water was poured over them. Tang Mo stared at the mosaic little girl with tight lips.

A moment later, he asked lightly, "Do you remember what book it is? I'll find it for you."

“Um…" The little girl shook her head and her ponytail swayed. She seemed to be thinking hard. She made a 'um' sound for a long time before crying out, "I can't remember!"

Tang Mo had long guessed that would be the answer.

Suddenly, the girl hastily said, "Ah, I have to go to school. The teacher will kill me if I'm late. I'll go first. Brother, you have to help me find the book." She lifted her schoolbag and ran into the bookshelves again.

The little girl disappeared and this bizarre game officially started.

Tang Mo and the huckster had originally hidden themselves behind the help desk, not going out when they talked to the girl. The moment that the little girl disappeared, the computer belonging to Tang Mo on the help desk suddenly lit up and the two people walked over.

On the blue computer background, a piece of text emerged. It was obviously a dairy.

Tang Mo read it aloud. "November 15th, clear. I lost my mother’s book! Mother is going to kill me!"

The huckster exclaimed, "It changed! The words changed! November 16th, overcast. I passed by my mother and she still doesn't know the book is gone. Where is the book, where is the book? Mother is going to kill me!"

The text on the computer screen changed again.

Tang Mo read it. "November 17th, overcast. Mother seems to have found out. Did she find out?" The words changed and he continued reading. "November 18th, rain. Hehehe…Mother really will kill me."

Tang Mo and the huckster fell silent.

"…Are we really going to die?" The huckster muttered to himself.

Tang Mo looked at the huckster.

Working in the library was very boring. Every day, he had to help people. During the break, they would occasionally talk about the wonderful things they had seen today. The huckster was one of these wonderful things. He didn't seem to go to work, just coming to the library every day to read books. Xiao Zhao said that the huckster was dumped by his girlfriend and his mental state became like this.

In the hearts of the staff members, the huckster was a very strange person, but also funny and pitiful.

Now the huckster really looked pathetic to Tang Mo.

Tang Mo looked at him with no fear. In fact, he was also afraid. However, this wasn't the time to feel fear. Tang Mo thought about it for a moment and honestly answered. "Maybe we really will die."

The huckster stared in despair.

Tang Mo said, "Wait a minute, the text on the computer changed again. The mosaic girl is sensible and obedient…" Tang Mo's expression twisted as he continued to read. "There is only one drawback to the mosaic girl. She doesn't like reading. Her mother hates little girls who don't like to read, especially little girls who throw out their book and lie about it being stolen. However, her mother doesn't know that the mosaic girl isn't lying. She didn't throw away the book. The demon stole it."

Tang Mo frowned at the word 'demon.'

“The demon hates books the most. Demons are illiterate. Why should they want to read? Only those birds with wings can read? The evil demon stole the book and was discovered by the angel. He didn't burn the book and hid it secretly in a library. But the library shelves look exactly the same. After the angel left, the foolish demon couldn't find it against and let out an angry roar—"

"This damn book!"

Once Tang Mo finished the paragraph, the clear child's voice rang out in the library.

“Ding dong! The game 'Who stole my book?' has officially started. During the game—”

"First, violence is prohibited."

"Second, angels can get information about the book in the daytime.

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

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

Tang Mo, "…"

How was she lovely!!!

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The author has something to say:

Black Tower: Do you have the heart to watch such a lovely little girl die?

Tang Mo: I can bear it!

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Haha, the first game might be a little suspense and horror, but it isn't the tone of this story. The tone is a very interesting game~
Now that the game has opened, try to guess the truth of this game =3=

Chapter 4

Tang Mo looked around. There was no one else in the quiet library, with no signs of the so-called angel and demon.

"Mr. Chen, can you help me turn off the computer? I want to see if I can remove a book from the bookshelf."

The huckster nodded and clicked the mouse to shut down the computer.

Tang Mo stared intently at the right hand of the huckster that was holding the mouse. Then he strode over to a bookshelf, pulled out a book and put it back. "We can still remove books from the bookshelves. Then I would like to confirm… Mr. Chen, did you hear that voice?"

The huckster asked in a confused manner. "Do you mean the voice that told us to help the little girl find the book or she will die?"

Tang Mo nodded and the two people sat behind the help desk. He said, "It seems that we belong to the angel camp." Tang Mo stretched out his right hand as he spoke. The huckster saw it and reacted at once. He hastily stretched out his right hand, which also had the patter of angel wings on the back.

"Ah, I also have this."

The moment that the child's voice said the word 'angel', Tang Mo discovered that he had this pattern on the back of his right hand. The intention was obvious. Tang Mo belonged to the angel camp. Most people in China were right-handers. He asked the huckster to turn off the computer in order to determine the huckster's camp without arousing suspicion.

However, since the huckster was an angel, the problem became more serious.

The huckster apparently also thought about this as he asked, "We are both angels. Then who is the demon?"

The library was exactly the same as the one where Tang Mo worked. Tang Mo opened his drawer and took out a piece of chewing gum. He chewed the gum slowly and frowned at the huckster, his fingers striking the table rhythmically.

“The first possibility is that the demon isn't like us. Demons aren't humans. That voice should be related to the black tower and we should assume that this is a 'game' that the black tower mentioned three days ago. There are unknown creatures in the black tower. Like the black tower, the demon isn't human. It is an opponent set up by the black tower."

Now the huckster could completely understand. "So, the reason that there isn't anybody else in the library is because the demon doesn't exist."

Tang Mo nodded. "Yes, that might be the case. But there is a better situation. The second possibility is that the demon is a human."

The huckster nervously gripped his stick. "He is hiding?"

Tang Mo watched the huckster's hand that was holding the stick. Then he smiled and said, "It is possible."

An unknown opponent was always more dangerous than the known danger.

Tang Mo and the huckster split up. The huckster was larger and more solid than Tang Mo. He would look for the demon who might be hiding in the library. Tang Mo would go down to the first and second floor of the library to check.

Originally, the huckster was very afraid to do this type of thing alone. However, Tang Mo said, "The voice said that violence is prohibited."

The huckster was still scared despite this. His legs trembled when looking for someone and his grip on the stick was unstable.

But Tang Mo returned in minutes. He spoke with an ugly expression, "I can't get down the stairs."

"Oh?"

"There are two ways to go down from the third floor. The first is to take the staff elevator and the second is to go down the stairs. I tried to take the stairs but there was an invisible wall at the entrance stopping me. Then I went to the staff elevator and it wouldn't start. There is no way to go down."

The huckster started thinking. "This means we can only move freely on the third floor. Then the book we are looking for is on the third floor?"

Tang Mo also thought so. But if the scope of the books was limited to the third floor…

The huckster's face suddenly became very ugly. He stiffened and his voice trembled slightly. "How many bookshelves are there on the third floor?"

"There are 23."

The huckster's eyes widened. "Why so little?"

Tang Mo also felt helpless.

Was it his decision?

A few months ago, it was unknown what Director Wang was smoking. He suddenly said he would learn from the western modern library experience and would transform his library. He started from the third floor. The Suzhou Library had decades of history. Like other small city libraries, the facilities were old. After Director Wang renovated the third floor, he replaced the original 100+ shelves and bough 23 large bookshelves connected together.

Many readers complained that the shelves were inconvenient to move around and Director Wang already decided to change the shelves again next year. Unfortunately, people weren't as good as the sky. Director Wang would probably never have the opportunity to change the bookshelves again in his life.

It was good for Tang Mo and the huckster if the scope of the books was limited to the third floor od the library. Tang Mo was a library staff member who mostly worked on the third floor. The huckster liked to read books on the occult and religion, and these books were all on the third floor. Both of them were most familiar with the third floor of the library.

However, the fewer shelves made it easier for the demon to burn the books. The probability of the book being burnt increased greatly.

Both of them were feeling worried when familiar footsteps sounded from among the bookshelves. Tang Mo really didn't know where the mosaic girl came from. The little girl was holding a small rice bowl in her hands and had a bib with a pig drawn on it tied around her neck.

"How you found my book?"

The huckster shook his head in dismay. "We haven't started looking yet."

The little girl cried out angrily, "You haven't looked yet? I managed to sneak out during meal time when the teacher wasn't paying attention. The first day is almost over. Once the afternoon class ends, I will go home and it is over if Mother finds out."

Tang Mo asked, "Do you have any clues? Do you remember anything about the contents of the book?"

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

The huckster hurriedly said, "Aren't you going to give us any clues?"

The little girl suddenly made a sound. "Ah, I remember. I found this feather in my room this morning. Yes, it is the demon's feather! I knew that I wasn't the one who lost the book. It was the damned demon, he stole my book! Demons are liars. I hate demons the most. That evil demon! I must seize him, cut off his wings, put him in the popcorn machine and turn him into my favourite popcorn!"

The little girl placed a black feather in Tang Mo's hands and walked away.

"Ding dong! The angel has received the 'demon's feather' hint."

Tang Mo, "…"

The huckster, "…"

A moment later, Tang Mo asked, "…This is our hint?"

The huckster made an awkward expression. "Does this feather have any other effect?"

Tang Mo touched the feather and tossed the feather in the air. It seemed to be an ordinary feather without any magical powers. Tang Mo tried his hardest to pull out any power, but it stayed silent, like it was mocking him.

At this time, the light suddenly disappeared.

The huckster screamed with fright.

The entire library sank into darkness, causing Tang Mo's heart to skip a beat. He was standing next to the help desk and reflexively turned on the old lamp on the table. The faint yellow light illuminated a small area around the desk, enclosing Tang Mo and the huckster.

Tang Mo stared at the bookshelves covered in darkness.

He endured his nerves and tired to turn on the other lights. He found that apart from the table lamp on the help desk, none of the other lights could be turned on. The two men sat on the floor, leaning against the desk.

In this endless darkness, their fear became more pronounced. The library had three fours and this was the only place with a dim light, no where else. It was as if there was a huge beast hidden in the darkness. Once they stepped out, they would be mercilessly swallowed.

"Do you hear anything?" The frightened huckster moved closer to Tang Mo.

Tang Mo's scalp tingled and he listened carefully for a moment. "No, I don't hear anything."

The huckster gulped. "How is it suddenly so dark…?"

Tang Mo remembered the nursery rhyme that the child had sang. "Don't speak for three days and three nights, the angel and demon wants it. The angels can get a hint during the day and the demon can burn a bookshelf at night…Is the day and night of the game time different from our normal time flow?"

The huckster was too scared to think at all.

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

"What?"

"The game started at 17:52. It is now 19:68, so two hours is one day."

The huckster was shocked. "Why is your memory so good?"

The huckster only vaguely remembered the song the child was singing before. It seemed like a time was mentioned. But he was so terrified that he hadn't paid attention to the time, let alone remember it. Yet Tang Mo actually remembered?

In fact, Tang Mo was also very surprised. He found that his memory now seemed surprisingly good. For example, he remembered the little girl had a pink bow on her Minnie bag and was holding a pink lollipop in her hand.

Since when had his memory been so good?

There was no time to think about it now.

Tang Mo spoke calmly. "Let's assume that two hours is one day. The rhyme said to not speak for three days and three nights. This means the girl will die three days later. So… let's presume that nighttime is also two hours. At 'night', the demon will come out to burn the bookshelf."

In the following time, Tang Mo and the huckster stared wide-eyed at the 23 dark bookshelves.

The game forbid violence but an unknown fear swept over the two people. They were afraid to relax and held tightly to the explosion-proof sticks, as if getting some type of psychological comfor from it.

However, an hour and a half passed and they didn't see a single person or a burning bookself.

The huckster asked, "Is there really a demon?"

Tang Mo's lips tightened and his gaze turned to the huckster. "There should be."

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

Tang Mo leaned against the help desk and said meaningfully, "I also want to know why he hasn't burned the bookshelf yet."

The huckster didn't understand him. Tang Mo gripped the stick as he watched the huckster with deep eyes. "Mr. Chen, why do you think the demon hasn't burned it yet…"

Boom!

A loud explosion was heard in the library.

Tang Mo's wide eyes moved to the place where the explosion began. He saw flames swallowing up a bookshelf. The huge flames in the library seemed terrible, as if it would burn everything up. Tang Mo and the huckster stared from beginning to end. However, they never saw anyone appear from there, even when the flames went out.

On the second day, the little girl appeared again with her Minnie Mouse schoolbag.

"You haven't found my book yet? My mother went to visit the mole uncle's home today. I managed to hide from her and she hasn't discovered that my book has been stolen. I can't hide it forever. She will find out. When will you find the book for me?"

Tang Mo's face was pale and he rubbed his temple. "Do you have any clue about the book today?"

The little girl was very dissatisfied. "I told you that I don't remember. If I don't remember than I don't remember!"

"This is the second day," Tang Mo reminded her.

The little girl didn't speak at these words. But Tang Mo could feel that under the mosaic, the little girl was giving him a strange look. She said, "You are an angel and have read so many books. You will certainly know that book. I'm not an angel. I hate reading books. How can I have a clue about the book? You should know!"

"Ding dong! The angel has received the second 'Mosaic's contempt' clue."

Tang Mo, "…"

The author has something to say:
Tang Mo: I really can't kill her?!!!

Chapter 5

The mosaic girl bounced away after leaving that strange tip.

Tang Mo took a deep breath and endured his desire to kill the little mosaic girl.

It was now 'daytime'. The demon had disappeared and the angels could walk freely. Now that they had been in this strange place for a few hours, Tang Mo and the huckster were no longer so nervous. The two people took their sticks and walked to the burnt down bookcase. Tang Mo squatted down and looked at the bookshelf that had been burnt to ashes.

There were 23 bookshelves on the third floor of the library. The one that burnt this time was the ninth shelf from the help desk.

It was the category I bookshelf, with most of the books being about domestic and foreign travel, geography and some religion books. Now they were all burned to ashes. The wooden bookshelf was pieces of black charcoal on the ground while the books were small piles of black and grey ash. Tang Mo reached out and touched the black ash.

"It isn't hot."

The huckster looked at him. "It isn't hot?"

Tang Mo nodded. "According to the child's voice, the bookshelf burned all night so it is plausible that it isn't hot. But based on our own time flow, it was only half an hour ago. Not to mention how such a large bookcase and more than 10,000 books could be burned cleanly without an hour…this can't be explained with the common sense of humanity."

The huckster thought it was obvious. "This is burned by the demon. Of course it can't be explained by science."

The things happening to them were beyond the scope of theoretical science. A few more occurrences and they wouldn't be afraid of itching lice anymore.

The huckster was obviously more concerned with the problem of finding the book. He gulped fearfully. "Didn't the little girl say that the angels know the book she lost? Tang Mo, do you know any books?" The huckster paused before adding. "I know too many books. I have been reading in this library for one year and don't know what books I've looked at."

Tang Mo wasn't very anxious. "I have been responsible for the book entry project on the third floor. I certainly must know more books than you."

The huckster stared at him and started sweating. "Then what do we do? It is the second day."

Tang Mo didn't answer ans he walked around the pile of black ash. The huckster kept speaking. He roughly recalled what the little girl said when she appeared but couldn't find any conclusive evidence. Thus, he urgently cried out, "Tang Mo, what do we do?"

“Don’t worry.” Tang Mo squatted in front of the ashes and looked up at the huckster. The 'sunshine' from outside the window shone on his face. He smiled slightly and said, "The most important thing now is…why did the demon burn down the bookshelf?"

The huckster suddenly froze.

There were 23 bookshelves. According to common sense, the probability that the demon would burn the book was 3/23. The premise was that the angel didn't find the book in advance.

The huckster thought about it and explained. "The child said that the demon couldn't remember which bookshelf he hid the book on. Thus, he should be burning it randomly."

"Perhaps."

The huckster ran his hands thought his hair. "We have to hurry and find the book. If we can't find it, we will be finished. The books I read recently are on this bookshelf and…" The huckster's face being a bit ugly. "The burned bookshelf as well. Tang Mo, what about you?"

Tang Mo stood up. "I see too many books. Every day, I have to sort the books."

The huckster looked dignified. He looked at the books on the shelf next to him and the ashes on the ground. He seemed really nervous as he kept repeated what the little girl had said.

In fact, if other normal people encountered such a situation where they saw ghosts and other strange things, it was also possible for them to be forced into this strange mental state.

Tang Mo reached out and grabbed a handful of ashes. He glanced at the huckster walking back and forth and suddenly remembered. "I recently organized a book shelf. Around three days ago, the director asked be to tidy up the H-type bookshelf."

The footsteps of the huckster stopped at once as he looked at Tang Mo. "Three days ago? The timing is so close, maybe it is here?"

The two people went to the H-type bookshelf and made a dumbfounded expression.

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

The huckster spoke calmly, "What is considered finding the book? If we take out all the books on the H-type shelf and find the correct one, does that count as finding the book?"

The rules of the game didn't mention it. The game only said that angels would get a hint during the day and demons would burn the book at night. If they found the correct book for the mosaic girl, it would be counted as completing the task.  Would it be a success if they simply took the right book out of the bookshelf?

Tang Mo didn't think of this. He said, "If we hurry up, we can probably take out all of the books within two hours."

They did as he said.

The huckster excitedly pulled out books while Tang Mo also honestly grabbed them. They split into two and completed the task from both sides of the bookshelf. Time passed quickly. Tang Mo had been taking out a book on the Qing Dynasty when night came. He wanted to touch the next book but found he couldn't remove the book from the shelf.

It was dark and the huckster spoke in a horrified manner. "I can't get the books out."

Tang Mo muttered, "I also can't get it out."

The two people left the bookshelf and headed back to the help desk. They turned on the only lamp that could be lit.

In the dim light, Tang Mo and the huckster leaned against the table, intently staring at the H bookshelf. They couldn't see anything in the darkness, but they knew that a bookshelf would be burned within two hours. Once the flames were blazing, they would be able to clearly see everything in the library.

In times of such stress, time passed by extremely slowly.

The huckster's eyes were bloodshot and he looked like a homeless man who hadn't slept for three days. He had chapped lips and snow-like dandruff in his hair. Only his hands were very clean and his nails trimmed well, as if to preserve the owner's last dignity.

The second night happened at 23:52 and the next day would come at 1:52. The clock on the library rang as the hour hand reached zero.

"We've known each other for a year."

The huckster had turned his head like a frightened animal when the ringing sound occurred.

After a long time, the huckster relaxed. He seemed to be thinking something as he looked down at the ground illuminated by the light and said softly. "It is more than 30 days, it is a year."

Tang Mo was still staring into the darkness as his lips curved. "Your library card has a one year deadline. But looking at the currently situation, perhaps you won't need it later. Still, you should've finished reading all the occult and religion book on the third floor of the library."

"I would've finished them in two days."

"That is a pity."

Neither of them spoke again.

A long time passed before the huckster said, "I know you often say behind my back that I am neurotic. There are really many things in this world that can't be explained by science. You didn't believe me before and thought that the words I said every day were crazy. But the things we encountered today, can you explain it with science?"

Tang Mo was silent for a moment. "I can't explain it."

The huckster agreed. "Yes. God had really come. The age of God has come. Our prophet, our holy master, he hadn't forsaken us. The black towers that came to Earth, they are the true manifestations of God. You and I have been chosen by it. It was once Jesus, once Buddha and now it appears as the black tower. We have the opportunity to be one of the twelve apostles and then we can get true salvation."

Tang Mo smiled. "Then why are you afraid of it?"

The huckster, "…"

They were talking about death.

Why was the huckster afraid if he thought that the black tower was a display from God? He should be willing.

The two people didn't chat again. Fortunately, this 'night' wasn't long. In the last 10 minutes of the night, there was a loud boom and a bookshelf was lit on fire, the ceiling reflecting the red light.

Tang Mo's eyes narrowed.

The huckster suddenly jumped up from the ground in a panicked manner. "This is the H bookshelf! The H bookshelf!"

The third day, the little girl running out from the bookshelves had changed into a black skirt. She didn't carry a small schoolbag this time. Instead, she had a small basket that contained a variety of delicious food. She didn't even look at the two burned bookshelves as she walked passed them, running straight to Tang Mo and the huckster.

The mosaic muttered angrily, "Where is my book?"

Tang Mo asked another question instead of replying. "You don't have to go to school today?"

The little girl’s expression was hidden under the thick mosaic, but her cheerful voice revealed her excitement. "Today is the autumn outing. I like the autumn outing the most. There are small sheep, white rabbits and wallabies. They are so big, so big." The little girl stretched out her arms to try and show the size. She swallowed the saliva in her mouth. "The small sheep's thighs are the best to eat while the white rabbit's eyes are like sugar balls. The wallabies are hard to eat but my mother likes them. I will help her by bringing one back."

The huckster was pale and shivered with fear as he listened to the little girl.

Tang Mo turned to look at him. "Mr. Chen, it seems that you aren't in very good spirits?"

The huckster asked him, "Aren't you afraid? The demon knows what we are doing during the day. He deliberately burned the H-type bookshelf. Luckily the book wasn't on that shelf or we might've failed."

The little girl's face suddenly changed. "My book!"

Tang Mo looked at her. "Do you remember anything about the book today?"

The little girl didn't start the 'mosaic's contempt again.' She directly used the eyes hidden by the mosaic to look at Tang Mo like he was a fool.

"Why is the angel as stupid as the demon? I know. In fact, you want my book right? The evil demon, he knew the book. He knew that it was worth a lot of money! That is the present my mother bought me for my birthday and he deliberately stole it! He knew that the book was given by my mother and that my mother would be angry. Are you helping me find my book?"

The little girl suddenly pulled out a huge match from the basket.

"You don't want to help me find my book!"

"Ding dong! The angel received the third 'Is my friend not looking for the book? You are going to die!' hint.

The little girl threw her basket away fiercely and held the match that was the size of her head. She stepped towards Tang Mo and the huckster.

Tang Mo looked down at her, waiting for her to come closer before saying in a strange tone, "I dislike children, especially mischievous children."

The little girl's footsteps suddenly stopped, as if she had been stabbed in the feet. She hurriedly said, "I never did any mischief! I hate pranks! Who said I was mischievous? I would never do any mischief. I am an obedient and sensible little girl!"

Tang Mo didn’t answer.

The huckster looked at him nervously. "Tang Mo?"

Why was he provoking her?

The little girl repeated to herself 10 times, "I never do any mischief. I am a good girl." Then she raised her mosaic face and lifted the large match. "You aren't helping me find my book!"

Tang Mo had walked to a bookshelf while she had been saying these words. He took out a book from the G-type bookshelf and looked at the little girl. "Yes, you never cause mischief. You just burn things and kill people."

The little girl hurried to hide the match behind her.

Tang Mo shook ''The Secret Behind the Mayan Civilization's Disappearance' in his hands. "Isn't this what you are looking for?"

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The author has something to say:

Mosaic: I am an obedient and sensible good girl. I might set fires and kill people but I am still a good girl.

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Oh, this chapter has revealed the biggest truth~

If you haven't guessed it yet, I will give you three tips~

① The H-shelf was burned down.

② Mosaic's three tips, extract the really important information.

③ Mosaic likes arson and killing, but she is a good girl, not a demon.