Chapter 17: Mo Mo ~

Tang Mo's brain was running fast, and almost instantly he realized that this one talking to him was not a Huo Ji egg, much less a Huo Ji, he could be some kind of creature in the Black Tower, and more likely ......

"You're human?"

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

Tang Mo: "Yes."

Neither spoke again.

The car was parked on the side of the road, and the blinding setting sun shone into the car, illuminating the white egg to a golden color. The text on it surfaced from time to time, all Tang Mo could see were a few words and a bunch of garbled codes, he was now more concerned about the person talking on the opposite side of the road.

He thought for a moment and decided to show his sincerity before asking the other man a question. He began to describe his situation, "Right now I'm holding a white egg in my hand, and your voice is coming out of it. Are you the one trapped inside the egg, or is it some other situation?"

The man's voice was firm and calm, "I'm not trapped in an egg, I'm holding an egg in my hand as well, and your voice is coming from it." After a pause, he added, "It is a Huo Ji egg."

Tang Mo's mind moved, "You should be a Chinese, so you just came out from the first floor of the Black Tower as well? I got this egg from the hands of a Black Tower monster, it's a Huo Ji egg."

"Me too, a white Huo Ji egg from a Black Tower creature."

The two men now understand that the Huo Ji egg in their hands is similar to a cell phone, allowing them to talk to a stranger they have never met.

That being the case, Tang Mo now wonders how far this Huo Ji egg can reach.

"Where are you?"

"What city are you in?"

The words in unison froze both sides.

The other party responded first: "I'm in Beijing."

Beijing?

Beijing is a thousand kilometers away from Shanghai. So far away, Huo Ji Egg can also be contacted directly, is it really the cell phone?

Tang Mo said, "I'm in Shanghai."

Tang Mo looked down at the Huo Ji egg in his hand and had a vague idea. The egg in his hand seemed to be damaged for some reason. Tang Mo didn't think that his knocking could break the Huo Ji egg, knowing that it wasn't the Huo Ji egg that was really cracked, but his steering wheel. The things in the Black Tower were not that fragile.

The likelihood of the Huo Ji egg being cracked by him is less than 20%, and the likelihood of it being damaged in the first place is over 80%.

Due to the damage to the Huo Ji Egg, Tang Mo does not know exactly what the egg does. There are only three lines of text on the Huo Ji egg that are not garbled, and one of them--

[Quality: Rare]

It's a rare prop.

If the Black Tower is really just playing a game, then it makes sense for it to give out props to players. Rare props are very valuable in any game. Tang Mo doesn't know if his damaged Huo Ji Egg can be useful again, but he might be able to find out the real purpose of the Huo Ji Egg from this Beijing player.

A rare prop can't just be used to talk to people. Before the Earth came online, human technology was already able to make global video calls, so it doesn't make sense that the mysterious Black Pagoda would only be able to do the same thing. Since both are Huo Ji eggs, look similar, and can also talk, then eight out of nine, their role is the same.

Tang Mo tidied up his language, "I was playing a game of tower attack on the first floor of the Black Tower when a big mole inside the Black Tower gave me this egg as a reward. The egg was very hard, and I tried smashing a car steering wheel, a rock, and some other hard things with it; I got a crack in my steering wheel from it, but it didn't break."

Start by giving as much information about yourself as possible so that the other party feels that both sides are now sharing information.

Tang Mo continued, "...... The big mole who gave me the Huo Ji egg said that we humans are unable to hatch Huo Ji eggs. I had thought that I was the only one who had gotten this egg and could use it directly, but I didn't realize that you also possessed it. But my side didn't specify that another person is needed to use this egg, and you can also talk to both sides, do you have a hint on your side?"

The low male voice answered decisively, "No."

Tang Mo: "......"

Is that how you talk!

How is this guy completely untouched by the condescension?

Shouldn't a normal person also volunteer the information they have when interacting with others in a friendly atmosphere?

Tang Mo was silent for a long time before resuming the routine, "How did you reach me. Currently it's me who heard your voice first before I answered."

This isn't exactly intelligence anymore, and if that's what he won't say, Tang Mo has no hope of a set-up.

"A few lines emerged from this egg and I tried to study the egg. When I tapped my finger on this egg for the third time, suddenly it flashed with a very blinding golden light." The man was finally willing to divulge some information, "This egg has been emitting a very faint golden glow as I speak now."

Tang Mo suddenly remembered that when he had just knocked to the third time, the egg seemed to be about to flash as well, but it turned out that before it could light up, the man's voice came through and the light disappeared.

Tang Mo: "And do you know how to turn off the call?"

"I'll try."

Both tried for a long time and suddenly the voice cut out. After another ten seconds, the male voice came on, "I just held this egg in both hands and the call was terminated."

Can you start a call by tapping three times and the call is terminated by holding the egg in both hands?

Tang Mo : "Then you terminate first, I'll try."

"Good."

Tried by Tang Mo, he can also open the call at any time and terminate it at any time. After many trials by both of them, either party can open the call by knocking their egg three times; either party can end the call by holding the egg.

The experiment was conducted with an uncanny understanding that no one said a word and shared as much information as possible.

As the egg was being studied, a strange feeling came over Tang Mo. The owner of the other Huo Ji egg worked very well with him, and their cooperation seemed to fit as if they had been trained many times. This made Tang Mo could not help but feel a trace of sympathetic favor towards the other, unfortunately, if this person was slightly better at condescending, he would feel even more favorably towards the other.

This person had never uttered a single key piece of information from the beginning to the end, and was obviously hiding something. Tang Mo knew that the other party was hiding something, and he also knew that the other party had realized that he was hedging his bets.

Now that the two men have said all they can say, there is no point in going on if neither of them is willing to reveal their true information. For example, Tang Mo can't say that his Huo Ji egg is damaged, so he will be in a disadvantageous position; the other party also refuses to disclose useful information, and is always on the lookout for Tang Mo, a stranger who doesn't know his own background.

The man's voice stayed smooth and kind of nice, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Tang Mo : "...... And one last question."

"What?"

"Why is it that the first thing you say when you open your mouth isn't hello or hello, but ...... Mo Mo?"

The air was quiet, Tang Mo vaguely felt that something was wrong, but could not figure out what exactly was wrong. Until Huo Ji A low chuckle came from the egg, and for the first time, the man's voice was laced with laughter, "So you don't even know what this egg is called?"

Tang Mo: "......"

Just keep it in your heart. Don't say it out loud!

Tang Mo Early knew that this man was deliberately defending himself, and he also knew that the other party was clear that he had a lack of information. But now brightly and openly said ...... that is the heart is a little bit not taste, feel down, but also feel that the two people always cold, mutual defense relationship, because of this picking up, seems to be slightly close to a little bit.

At least it's not the enemy.

"The egg is called ' Mo Mo ', so I subconsciously yelled ' Mo Mo ' when I saw it glowing."

Tang Mo faintly said, "My name is Mor, what is your name?"

"......" The man was instantly silent, and only then did he realize how many times he had just shouted such an intimate name. After a long time, he said, "My surname is Fu."

Tang Mo said, "So that's all right then?"

"Uh, bye."

"Bye."

As soon as the call is over, Tang Mo puts the Huo Ji egg back in his pocket and taps his fingers on the steering wheel.

First, the egg is called Mo Mo.

It shouldn't have anything to do with his name, it just happened to be called that.

Second, this Mr. Fu in Beijing is very smart and defensive. The likelihood of trying to get information out of the other side is very small, and it's even likely that this was their first and last call. There was no benefit to their call, and both parties sensed that the other end of the Huo Ji egg was a bad person to start with. In that case, there was no need for further contact.

This rare item, the Huo Ji Egg, was in Tang Mo's hands like a hot potato. He wanted to use it, but he didn't know what the Huo Ji Egg could do, and he didn't know if it had been damaged to the point where it couldn't be used.

As for getting words out of the man's mouth ......

Tang Mo was no longer hopeful. Unless there was an accident and the other party had to share information with him, there was absolutely no way this person would let go.

Thinking about it differently, Tang Mo would not share the information of a rare prop with a stranger. If you have such a prop, you would already want to hide it and not be discovered by anyone, in order to achieve the effect of surprise and victory. Tang Mo would not be so stupid and sweet as to take the initiative to share the information.

Tang Mo sighed and continued to drive in search of City North High School.

By the time the car reaches downtown Shanghai, the streets are filled with cars, crashing into each other in a chaotic mess. At this point, it is unwise to choose to drive again, Tang Mo directly abandoned the car and walked. He walks along the edges of the road, using roadblocks to hide his form when they appear.

The bustling and opulent Shanghai became a deserted metropolis on the fourth day the planet came online.

It's getting dark, but the lights are still on in many of the businesses lining the street. Tang Mo passes a KFC, where there are uneaten French fries and ketchup on a table by the window, but the fries are wilted and there is no one in the empty fast-food restaurant.

The closer you get to the city center, the more cautious Tang Mo becomes.

Here, there were more and more people. He walked around a corner and saw a young woman in a tracksuit filling her stomach with various snacks and instant noodles at a Family Convenience Store. She wasn't surprised to see Tang Mo, but just looked at her warily for a couple more moments before turning her head back to scavenge the convenience store for food and water.

Tang Mo carries a large, heavy bag with a flashlight, food and water.

Along the way he saw a number of people scavenging for food and water, as well as several small groups of people in hordes, keeping a wary eye on everyone who passed by. Many were stained with flecks of blood, and others were wounded, lying on the side of the road wailing with missing arms and legs.

The overpopulation has left the city with quite a few people alive after the events of the Black Tower.

Tang Mo roughly estimates that in the center of Shanghai, there are about four people per square kilometer. It's dinner time, and most of these people are eating. Tang Mo's improved physical condition had greatly reduced his need for food. He hadn't eaten for a day and a night, but he wasn't hungry at all.

Shibei Middle School was a famous school in Shanghai, but Tang Mo did not recognize it. Instead of asking the two men eating by the side of the road, he walked straight into a deserted newspaper kiosk and rummaged for a long time to find a detailed map of Shanghai.

"Jing'an District ...... City Beili ...... here."

Tang Mo carries her bag on her back and walks forward again.

Suddenly, without a hint of warning, a clear and cheerful voice rang out.

"Dingdong! Official U.S. Zone 3 player Richard Wells has successfully opened the first floor of the Black Tower, in three minutes, all U.S. players will begin attacking the tower!"

Tang Mo stops moving and the two men who are eating look up at the dark tower in the distance. Tang Mo turns her head and glances at the clock hanging on the wall of the newsstand.

"19:18"

"The game time is from 6:00 to 18:00 every day, and the game time in China has ended. The United States ...... has a time difference of 13 hours, and the game time is in local time? Will it still be globally communicated ......"

Tang Mo continues on.

This game announcement doesn't announce three times like the time Stowaway Fu Wenduo opened the Black Tower, it only announces once and then stops.

Because this time, the one who opened the tower attack game is not a Chinese player, it is an American player, Tang Mo Walking on the road, I also heard a middle-aged man covered in blood and dying breathing heavily and gulping heavily while laughing crazily and gloating, "Die, all go to death ...... die ...... die ......"

At eleven o'clock at night, Tang Mo finally made it to the Jing'an district. The cars on the street crashed into a mess, and he kept going over them, causing his walking speed to drop. In the middle of the walk, he accidentally went in the wrong direction once, and by the time he reached the Jing'an District, a loud child's voice rang out in the silence of the night -

"Dingdong! Official U.S. Zone 2 player Mary Vandersa has successfully cleared the first floor of the Black Tower!"

Tang Mo raised one eyebrow in surprise. It wasn't passed by the player who started the tower attack game?

"Dingdong! On November 19, 2017, a total of two players around the world have cleared the first floor of the Black Tower. There are 416.23 million players remaining, so please work hard to attack the tower!"

Tang Mo's footsteps brushed to a halt as he lifted his head, looking incredulously at the dark shadow suspended in midair.

He clearly remembered that yesterday morning, a total of more than 490 million players logged into the game, and now ...... there are 80 million less? Was it because of the two tower attack games in China and the United States, or was there some other way to cause player deaths?

Another 80 million dead so soon?

Tang Mo grimaced and kept walking with his head buried in his hands. The streetlights on the street kept flickering, and Tang Mo took a flashlight out of his backpack and illuminated the map. Without a word, he walked around three intersections and down four streets. Not long after, Tang Mo saw a traffic sign that read "School Ahead" on the side of the road, and he had already arrived near the school.

"Ka-ching-"

Tang Mo stepped on a shard of glass. He looked down, and many tiny shards of glass fell to the ground. He looked up again, and this street lamp above his head had somehow been broken, and glass had fallen all over the place.

This is just the first broken streetlight.

Tang Mo looks to the road in front of him that leads to the school gate.

On this road, there were only two streetlights flickering dimly. The ground was covered with broken glass from the street lamps, and the late fall night wind whistled and blew, causing the street trees on both sides of the road to rattle. The dark shade of the trees was like silent ghosts, and Tang Mo walked expressionlessly through the black ghosts on both sides of the road, stepping on the broken glass one foot at a time.

The cold evening breeze blew the hem of his trench coat, and he gazed at him calmly, as if he hadn't noticed anything.

Suddenly, Tang Mo lifted his foot and quickly dodged two steps to the left. In the position he had just walked through, a large nail the thickness of a finger had somehow appeared out of nowhere. If he had stepped on it just now, the palm of his foot would definitely have been pierced through.

Tang Mo lifts his head and stares around warily.

He had walked to the school grounds, just 100 meters short of the school gates.

It is now 1:00 a.m., the cold evening wind is whooshing, and the surroundings are empty. Tang Mo continued to walk forward, this magical nail, appeared twice more, once even blatantly suspended in front of Tang Mo, as long as he did not pay attention to the fast step, this sudden appearance of the nail will be able to poke him in the eye, fortunately he reacted very quickly, a dodged to avoid.

These bizarre circumstances only happened from the time he approached the school, and now he was only a dozen meters away from the school's main entrance, and more than eighty meters away if he wanted to walk back to the road entrance.

Tang Mo hesitates for a moment, but decides to go into the school to find out what's going on.

A sharp voice rang out, "Don't you come over here!"

The voice was childishly loud, with a hint of dryness that hadn't quite ended in a change of voice.

Tang Mo immediately responded, "Are you a student at this school?"

"Stay back, you ...... who are you!"

"I mean no harm, I'm here to see a student. She is the daughter of my friend."

The large nail floating in front of Tang Mo's eyes fell to the ground and no longer seemed to block his steps. Tang Mo further forward, no obstacles, he has been to the door of the school. Through the iron gate to look in, did not see a person, just talked to the boy also disappeared.

Tang Mo frowned and asked in a loud voice, "Where are you?"

The boy said timidly, "Are you ...... you really not a bad person?"

"I'm not. Are you in some kind of trouble and do you need help? I have some water and food here."

"I ...... I'm in the janitor's room next to the door, you leave water and food by the door and don't come in ......"

Tang Mo takes a bottle of water and a bag of compressed crackers from his backpack and walks towards the janitor's office door. He didn't walk quickly or slowly, and halfway there, stopped in his tracks.

The little boy added, "Why don't you ...... you come over here!"

Tang Mo smiled and continued to walk forward. There was silence all around, the little boy stopped talking, and Tang Mo didn't speak either, just walked quietly. When he walked to the steps in front of the door of the janitor's office, suddenly, he fiercely accelerated his pace, sidestepped around the door of the janitor's office, and from the side, directly flew and crashed through the window into this small janitor's office.

The shards of the window splashed onto the steps Tang Mo was about to step on just now, and the steps collapsed in a flash, blasting out a large hole seven or eight meters deep, and at the bottom of the hole were many sharp knives, with their mouths pointing upwards.

"Teacher, he's found it! Teacher, help me!!!"

Ordinary shards of glass couldn't hurt Tang Mo's skin at all now, and even his reaction speed and running speed surpassed that of most humans. The little boy who was a bit obese cried out in fear when he saw Tang Mo, and turned around to run, but Tang Mo was faster than him, and grabbed the little fat boy's arm, yanked him in front of him, and directly clasped his arms backward.

"Don't you move! Who are you and what the hell do you want!" An anxious male voice rang out.

Tang Mo looked up and saw a young man in a white shirt, who appeared to have just woken up from a nap, his hair disheveled and his eyes red with anxiety, running into the janitor's office.

Tang Mo asked rhetorically, "Why did you guys just trick me into coming ...... here to try to kill me?"

The young man said sharply, "You put him down first, don't hurt him. Whatever you want, we'll give it to you and fulfill it!"

Tang Mo sensed something was wrong, and he was about to open his mouth to ask for clarification when a voice rang out, "Tang Mo? You finally came! Eh eh eh eh, don't, hurry up and let go. Teacher Li, he's not a bad guy, he's Tang Mo, the friend I told you about before. He's the one who wanted to come to the city's Beili to look for someone, and I got separated from him in the middle of the day, which is why I came to the school first to see if I could bump into him."

Tang Mo looks to the visitor.

"Li Wen?"