People who didnât believe in the black tower just watched it from beginning to end. They believed this was the result of the governmentâs high-tech research and wouldnât 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 didnât have to do anything, even if they sky collapsed.
Those who believed in the black tower felt extreme fear on the third day.
âWhat is a game? What is elimination? We need a statement!â
âStatement! Explain!â
âThere needs to be an explanation!â
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 âblack tower is a dangerâ group occupied the government on the first day.
âThe 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!â
Thousands of people knelt in front of the black tower, yearning for a new and better century.
Tang Mo didnât 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.
âDid you hear it?â 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 couldnât even speak. He got up and shrank back into a wall, holding his head with trembling hands and saying, âWhatâŚwhat is that thingâŚ?â
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 mightâve broken down. Tang Mo managed the two peopleâs 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.
âWe arenât in Suzhou anymore.â
The huckster huddled in the wall corner and looked at Tang Mo with horror.
Tang Mo didnât want to explain. However, he bitterly said, âWe 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 colleagueâs glass of water is still on the table, exactly like the library.â
The huckster seemed to realize he wasnât alone after Tang Moâs words and found the courage to stand up. He looked around and suddenly said, âAh, this is the book I hid in here last week!â
Tang Mo followed the direction of his finger.
âI was afraid the book would be borrowed and hid it in the gap between two bookshelves.â
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 hucksterâs 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.
âGâŚGhost! A ghost!â
The huckster shrank behing Tang Mo.
But Tang Mo was also afraid!
âŚThis wasnât 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.
Tang Mo gritted his teeth and suppressed the desire to knock this girl out with the stick.
âBrother, have you seen my book?â
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 didnât answer.
The little girl asked again, âBrother, have you seen my book?â
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 wasnât a real person. Tang Mo didnât dare move casually and could only cooperate. He licked his lips and tried to show a king smile. âLittle friend, what book are you missing?â
âBrother, your smile is so ugly.â
The little girl spoke. âMy 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?â
Tang Mo no longer made a false smile. âWho is your mother?â
âMother is Mother. Brother, you are very strange.â
The huckster spoke in a trembling voice from behind. âIf you canât find the book, your mother⌠your mother will kill you?â
âYes, Mother will be very angry. Mother is terrible when angry.â
The huckster added, âSurely she wouldnât kill people?â
The little girl tilted her head and her right ponytail fell on her mosaic face. Tang Mo didnât know why but he felt like if it wasnât 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. âOh, but if Brother doesnât help me find the book, I will kill Brother.â
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, âDo you remember what book it is? Iâll find it for you.â
âUmâŚâ The little girl shook her head and her ponytail swayed. She seemed to be thinking hard. She made a âumâ sound for a long time before crying out, âI canât remember!â
Tang Mo had long guessed that would be the answer.
Suddenly, the girl hastily said, âAh, I have to go to school. The teacher will kill me if Iâm late. Iâll go first. Brother, you have to help me find the book.â 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. âNovember 15th, clear. I lost my motherâs book! Mother is going to kill me!â
The huckster exclaimed, âIt changed! The words changed! November 16th, overcast. I passed by my mother and she still doesnât know the book is gone. Where is the book, where is the book? Mother is going to kill me!â
The text on the computer screen changed again.
Tang Mo read it. âNovember 17th, overcast. Mother seems to have found out. Did she find out?â The words changed and he continued reading. âNovember 18th, rain. HeheheâŚMother really will kill me.â
Tang Mo and the huckster fell silent.
ââŚAre we really going to die?â 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 didnât 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 wasnât the time to feel fear. Tang Mo thought about it for a moment and honestly answered. âMaybe we really will die.â
The huckster stared in despair.
Tang Mo said, âWait a minute, the text on the computer changed again. The mosaic girl is sensible and obedientâŚâ Tang Moâs expression twisted as he continued to read. âThere is only one drawback to the mosaic girl. She doesnât like reading. Her mother hates little girls who donât like to read, especially little girls who throw out their book and lie about it being stolen. However, her mother doesnât know that the mosaic girl isnât lying. She didnât throw away the book. The demon stole it.â
Tang Mo frowned at the word âdemon.â
âThe 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 didnât 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 couldnât find it against and let out an angry roarââ
Once Tang Mo finished the paragraph, the clear childâs voice rang out in the library.
âDing dong! The game âWho stole my book?â has officially started. During the gameââ
âFirst, violence is prohibited.â
âSecond, angels can get information about the book in the daytime.
âThird, the demon can burn any bookshelf at night.â
âClever 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?â
The author has something to say:
Black Tower: Do you have the heart to watch such a lovely little girl die?
Haha, the first game might be a little suspense and horror, but it isnât 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=