Chapter 2: Who the hell stole my book?

Worldwide.

All humans stopped moving at that moment and looked at the black tower closest to them.

They had never felt that the black tower was so huge, and no matter how far away they were from this tower, they could clearly see a single tiny blue point of light floating on the pitch-black tower. They hovered and flickered, and the blue dots of light formed a string of characters, as if they were old computers that had died, flying and sliding across the black tower, and finally converging into a line of blue words in the center of the black tower-

"Dingdong! For three days, all players are invited to eliminate any player, including and not limited to the way the game is played."

Crisp children's voices rang out at the same time.

Tang Mo stood on the balcony and looked at the tower without blinking. The cold autumn wind blew across his cheeks, but a bean-sized drop of sweat slid down his forehead. He stared at the black tower, but it was calm again, the blue font disappeared, the children's voices were gone, as if it was no different from before.

Half an hour later Tang Mo arrived at the entrance of the library, countless people crowded around the black tower, a sea of people, and even blocked this road in front of the library.

With the noisy crowds clogging up the center of town, Tang Mo watched for a while, then turned and walked into the library.

Ten minutes later Director Wang walked up to the service desk, "Go home first today, don't need to go to work, wait for the notice at home."

Xiao Zhao came over excitedly and couldn't help but ask: "Director, is it related to the Black Tower? This morning, the Black Tower made a sound, did you hear it? What's going on here? Where on earth did this thing come from, it can't really be the end of the world, right?"

Director Wang immediately slapped his face, "What end of the world, what nonsense. You young people don't talk nonsense all day and read those messy things."

Xiao Zhao is the youngest in the library, a little girl in '96. There was a hint of fear in her round eyes, but more than that, she was surprised and curious. As soon as Director Wang left, she said, "Tang Mo, you heard it too, didn't you, the black tower spoke, what it said about going online and also about elimination."

Tang Mo packed up her things and went home, annoyed, and casually said, "I wasn't paying attention."

"Do you think it's the end of the world or not? I don't think so, if it's really the end of the world, where are the zombies. That black tower says it wants to eliminate players, it's not like it's going to turn us into zombies, right? Is this some kind of conspiracy of the country ah ...... is also not right, the Internet said that the black tower appeared all over the world, and all spoke today. Which country can be so bullish, the United States can not, right."

Tang Mo was really not in the mood to discuss this kind of thing, for some reason, after he heard the black tower speak with his own ears and saw the line of words floating on the black tower, his heart started to beat very fast.

The normal adult heart rate is between 60 and 100 beats per minute, Tang Mo counted it while Xiao Zhao was talking.

He's got a heart rate of 130.

But he didn't feel uncomfortable in any way, just panicked, as if something wasn't right.

Tang Mo looked up and to the left and right. The desk is in the center of the lending room, with bookshelves in front and back. To the left were humanities books, to the right were history books. He didn't know what he was looking at, but as far as the eye could see, sunlight shone through the windows and tiny grains of dust danced in the air.

"Tang Mo!" a loud female voice shouted Tang Mo out of her disoriented state. Xiao Zhao's tone was a bit disgruntled, "I just called out to you several times, what's wrong with you? What are you thinking about, why don't you say anything?"

Tang Mo reached up and wiped his face, his palms moist as he turned his head to look at his colleague, "...... It's okay."

Heart beating faster.

Xiao Zhao picked up her bag, "I want to go see the Black Tower. Do you want to go with me? I saw a lot of people there when I entered the library, we're on the way anyway, should we go together?"

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

Because of what happened just now, Xiao Zhao seemed to be not very happy, and waved his hand and left the library first.

However, Xiao Zhao was not able to visit the Black Tower. When Tang Mo left the library, a group of police officers got out of their cars and evacuated the people surrounding the Black Tower. They took white plastic sheets and surrounded the Black Tower with a white plastic wall all the way to the entrance of the library, blocking the Black Tower tightly and preventing people from entering.

Many people stood outside the wall taking pictures of the Black Tower with their cell phones.

Tang Mo took a picture and got into a cab to go home.

On the internet, the Black Tower incident has become a hot headline around the world.

Tang Mo was lying on his bed brushing his friends' circle when his university classmates studying in Japan and the United States posted photos in which the text on the black tattoo was no longer in Chinese, but in Japanese and English.

Tang Mo doesn't know how to climb over the wall, but her classmate who studied in the US replied to several of them in her circle of friends.

It's not in Chinese, it's in English! It scared me to death, our schools were closed, and now many people are taking to the streets to swim in front of the White House|walking to ask the government to give a statement.]

[It's so hard to get a ticket at the airport now, I can't even get a ticket back to my home country, and my roommate has money to go back home in the afternoon.]

[We were still at night here when it spoke, and a children's song was also played, and my friend has the video, so I'll upload it.]

Tang Mo Clicked on this new little video that a classmate had posted of a familiar black tower hovering next to the Lincoln Memorial, it shimmered with a colorful glow that was especially striking in the darkness of the night. The song wasn't "Jingle Bells," but it was clearly a nursery rhyme as well. After the song was played, the same clear, high child's voice said in English -

'Ding Dong! November 15, 2017, Earth is online.'

What's all this about!

Tang Mo slammed his cell phone down on the bed anxiously.

Officials have not released specific information about the Black Tower, but these towers are too many to hide, and the Internet has long been issued data - an average of every 10,000 square kilometers of land, will stand a black tower.

Even on the ocean, there are countless black towers.

Tang Mo stood up and walked back and forth across the room in annoyance. His heart could not be still at all, and his heart was beating so fast that it was about to shake out of his chest. When Tang Mo reached the one hundred and sixtieth round trip, he violently stopped in his tracks.

...... It's not like him!

Why is he so irritable all of a sudden?

Tang Mo walked to the bathroom and stuck his head under the faucet, not worrying about catching a cold, he just turned on the cold water and clattered it over his head. His mood seemed to calm down a bit as he poured a glass of cold water and returned to his room, turning on his computer and clicking on the bridge software.

He needs to calm down.

This sudden agitation was simply out of his control.

Maybe it's because the heartbeat is so fast that it's affecting his judgment? It should be up to 150 beats per minute by now.

Tang Mo looked at the computer screen with indifferent eyes. Probably because of such a big event, there are too few people who still want to play games at such a time, he matched for ten minutes before entering a room and opening a game of cards. As the game went on, his brain was spinning rapidly, Tang Mo's heart gradually calmed down, and his heart didn't seem to be beating so fast.

He played from day to day until he was too sleepy to fall into bed and go to sleep.

When I got up the next day, the feeling of restlessness that was hard to ignore came back to my mind. Tang Mo opened the bridge software again and continued to play. After another full day of playing, Tang Mo's face was so ugly that her eyes were bloodshot and her brain was so tired that she could fall asleep with her eyes closed.

□□□□ The beep sounded.

[Victor: You've been playing all day?]

Tang Mo rubbed her dry eyes and replied, [Hmm, a little uncomfortable.]

[Victor: I'm sure you're not feeling well after playing for so long, take an early rest.]

[Grinding Candy: Uh-huh.]

[Victor: Stay away from the Black Tower.]

Tang Mo has fallen asleep at his computer desk.

When he woke up the next day, he saw a message from Victor and hurriedly replied to him, but Victor was already offline. Tang Mo stretched his back and suddenly felt much better, his heart was still beating fast, but the restlessness that had come from nowhere had disappeared without a trace.

The internet is still talking about the Black Tower incident.

The government did not give a concrete explanation, but strongly suppressed public opinion. Many netizens could only discuss information about the Black Tower in private, and the discussions were useless, and sensitive words could not even be sent out.

Tang Mo clicked on a few threads speculating on the truth of the Black Tower, and most people felt that the Black Tower was the result of research on some top-notch technology. There was also a small group of people who felt it was the end of the world, but their tone was completely joking, so it wasn't censored, so feel free to let these people ramble on with their nonsense in the threads.

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

[Director Wang: Urgent notice! Starting the day after tomorrow the library is requisitioned as a temporary research center, and any personal items will be claimed today and tomorrow. Notice again, starting the day after tomorrow the library is requisitioned as a ......]

The group exploded.

Several older employees have asked where they will work after the library is expropriated. There were also a couple of younger employees who jokingly said, [It's going to be the end of the world, what's the point of working.]

Tang Mo looked up at the dark tower in the distance as he picked up his bag and got on the bus to the library.

I have to say that Huaxia has done a really good job of maintaining | stabilizing the society, except for people like them whose workplaces are too close to the Black Tower and who have to go home for vacation, all the other public facilities are running very smoothly as usual.

But when he got on the bus and swiped his card, Tang Mo saw an ashtray in front of the driver, full of cigarette ash, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

A middle-aged woman complained, "Master how do you drive this still smoke ah, is not a smoking ban it."

"Boring as hell, I don't even want to drive without a cigarette, why don't you drive?"

"Eh how do you talk like that. It's your bus company's own rule not to smoke, and it's just wrong for you to smoke, and you're not letting anyone talk about it?"

When the driver and the woman got into a fight, two female college students sitting next to Tang Mo rushed to help. After a long time, the two girls sat back in their seats and one said, "Today is the third day, right?"

"Oh, you mean that, it's really the third day."

The girl was playing with her cell phone while saying: "What is said to be eliminated players, but also not limited to the way the game is played. What the hell does that mean? It's been three days and nothing has happened. What kind of game is it? We two rock-paper-scissors is considered a game?"

"Hee hee want to try?"

"Rock Paper Scissors!"

"Ah, I lost. So am I out of your league?"

The two girls looked at each other and laughed together.

Those who were in the mood to take the bus and go on with their daily lives were the ones who did not care much about the incident of the Black Tower. When Tang Mo arrived at the library, he saw thousands of people holding signs blocking the road and confronting the armed police. These are the people who are very concerned about the Black Tower and who really think it will bring about the end of the world.

Tang Mo took a detour and entered the library through the back door. It seemed that he was the only one who was in a hurry to come back for his things, and there was no one else in the empty library. There was no one else in the empty library. The slogans of the crowd were heard outside the door, and their shouts echoed in the library. Tang Mo found his locker and took out a few books from it.

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

Tang Mo stops in his tracks and looks over there. After a few moments, he takes a black blasting rod from the security guard's locker, stands on his tiptoes, and cautiously walks toward the corner.

"Who's there?"

There's no echo.

The sound of someone picking up a book could still be heard from the corner as the other person shoved it back into the shelf, dropping another book as his hands fumbled.

Tang Mo walks over to the bookshelf in the corner, turns on a dime, and barks, "Who's there!"

An average looking young man with disheveled hair looks at Tang Mo in a panic, a book in his hand.

Tang Mo's hand holding the blast stick relaxed and said in surprise, "God stick ...... cough, Mr. Chen? Why are you here?"

The cleric moves stiffly to look at Tang Mo, laughs dryly, and shoves the fallen book back into the shelf.

Tang Mo frowned, "How did you get in here?"

"There's a window over there on the east side that's not closed ...... I just came in to look and see ......"

Tang Mo recalled that there was indeed a window on the east side of the library, but that window was close to the ground and connected to the basement, mainly for ventilation. How in the world did this magician get in? Did he really climb in through the window?

Tang Mo : "Mr. Chen, we'll be in a difficult position if you do this, it's considered an act of theft, isn't it?"

"I didn't steal anything!" The cleric said hastily.

Tang Mo looks him up and down, blaster rod clutched tightly in his hand, and walks over to the bookshelf in front of the clergyman and takes a closer look.

Indeed there were no less books than when he left three days ago.

"So what exactly did you want this time you came in here ......"

"Dingdong! The confrontation game 'Who the hell stole my book' has been triggered. 17:52 PM, November 17, 2017, players Tang Mo , Chen Fangzhi safely entered the game time. Players have entered the sandbox, the game map has been created, and data loading is complete ......"

In an instant, the shouting of monstrous slogans outside the library disappeared cleanly.

In the empty library, a deceptively clear child's voice rang out of nowhere, reciting a nursery rhyme that no one had ever heard before.

"La-la-la-la-la.

A stick to hit lightly.

Two players playing house.

Three days and three nights without talking.

Angelic demons want it.

Shhh ...... Who the hell stole my book?"