Chapter 20: Your hearts are so dirty!!!

Tang Mo stares and listens, a faint rustle of

The sound was so soft that it could not be detected without careful listening, but it was strange. It wasn't the wind, it wasn't the sound of leaves whirring, it was a bit like the hissing sound of an old black-and-white television set from the last century that Tang Mo had heard as a child.

Since the Black Tower game officially started, all the electrical appliances have lost their signal. Televisions, computers, cell phones, they've all become bricks. No one would use electrical appliances at this time, let alone old black and white televisions.

Tang Mo is 80% certain that this is the current sound of a black-and-white television set.

"Voices ringing in your head?"

The other party did not directly say things, but asked this question. Tang Mo himself was fine, he was in no hurry, "Well, it was ringing in his head."

"Maybe it's because I contacted you differently than last time." The hissing of electricity became more pronounced, and if you listened more carefully, you could hear a little clash of iron, but the man's tone was calm: "I didn't go knocking on Huo Ji's balls three times this time."

Tang Mo catches a hint of something different: "What you mean is ......"

"I want to use this egg. Mr. Stranger, let's call you that for now, I am currently entering a very strange game of Black Tower. I won't explain the specifics, I judge that this game is not very simple. So I want to use this prop, to pave a way for myself."

Tang Mo had already understood what the other party was really trying to say, his gaze narrowed, and the man opened his mouth to say the information Tang Mo had wanted most all along, "This egg is called Mo Mo, and it's a game archiver. If you've ever played a game, you should know what an archive is."

Tang Mo never imagined that this rare prop would serve such a purpose!

Many single-player role-playing games have an archive function, which allows players to archive the game at any time. After archiving, the player can quit the game at any time, and then read the archive if he wants to continue playing, so that he can go back to the archive directly without wasting the game time; and secondly, it can improve the error tolerance rate. If the character dies at a certain level, you can read the archive directly and start from the archive point again.

Game archiver, these five words are simple to say, but in this Black Tower game it is almost a godly weapon against all odds!

Tang Mo Blood flows faster, adrenaline spikes. Anyone who knew they had a game archiver would not be able to calm down, I'm afraid. Tang Mo didn't say anything, and the man also seemed to be aware of how important words he had just uttered, giving Tang Mo a time to adapt and not interrupting with his voice. Because even he himself almost lost his temper when he got this rare prop.

After a minute, Tang Mo calmed down and asked, "What are the restrictions?"

It is impossible for the Black Tower to give players an unlimited game archiver. If it really had no limitations, then this prop would be a cheating artifact that would extremely undermine the fairness of the game.

The other party has long been ready, quickly replied: "Three restrictions. First, it can only be used once every seven days, not cumulative calculation; second, the archive time is one hour, limited to the Black Tower game archive, the archive can be read at any time within one hour after archiving, and the props will be invalidated beyond that time; third, it's the reason why I want to find you this time."

Tang Mo frowns, "What's the reason?"

"To use the game archiver using the Strange ......, both prop owners must turn it on at the same time. Meaning that neither I nor you, either one, can turn on the archiver alone." The voice paused, and the male voice continued, "Mr. Mor, the way to turn on the archiver function is to draw an English letter 'S' on the Huo Ji egg."

Tang Mo finally understands why this unpleasant man would rather expose the secret of Huo Ji's egg than come to find himself.

If he doesn't come to Tang Mo, then this Huo Ji egg will be a waste in his hands. It won't be able to hatch Huo Ji, and it won't taste good even if you cook it, so it's a waste of backpack space.

Tang Mo wants to talk and asks directly, "When do you need to turn on the archive?"

There is no such thing as a free lunch.

Tang Mo knew that the reason why this Mr. Fu told him about the function of the Huo Ji Egg was to ask for his help in opening the archiver. He had to tell him how to use the Huo Ji Egg, otherwise Tang Mo would not know how to open the archive. Now that Tang Mo knew the function of the Huo Ji Egg, it was only natural that he needed to give something back to the other party.

This return is to open the archive.

The male voice paused, as if he hadn't expected Tang Mo to make such a decisive decision. After a long time, he whispered, "Now, thanks."

Tang Mo holds the Huo Ji egg in her left hand and draws an "S" on the white egg with her index finger.

As the final stroke falls, an English character begins to blink on the white egg. Right where Tang Mo had just drawn the letter, an "S" blinks in pale blue, as if to signal that the archiver is now working.

"Information is shared between both owners during archiving, so I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you'll be hearing me here uncontrollably for the next hour."

Tang Mo was next to nothing. The kids in the gym had gone to bed, and Li Wen had just gone into the gym to rest. He took a walk alone on the boulevard of the campus, with the withered leaves of the ginkgo trees under his feet, and the sound of his shoes crunching on them. Even if he listened to the sound of the game progressing for an hour in his head, it was not a big deal.

Yet he said, "Mr. Fu, you didn't say anything about this in advance."

It was a vast and boundless white world, the sky was pure white, and so was the ground. In this infinite world, the ground was littered with all kinds of old household appliances. Old single-barrel washing machines, sewing machines, big-bellied radios, and hundreds of old television sets with snowflakes on their screens were thrown in this white world as if they were garbage.

A tall, handsome man walks through the old appliances, holding a white Huo Ji egg with a glowing "S" character in his left hand. The words "You didn't tell me about this in advance" came out of the Huo Ji egg, and Fu Wenduo stopped in his tracks, his eyebrows jumping a little.

"...... I didn't realize there was this restriction until I opened the archive either?"

Tang Mo faded, "But you're interrupting my time."

Fu Wenduo let out a laugh, didn't say another word, and continued on through the world of electrical appliances.

Tang Mo put the Huo Ji egg back into his pocket, put his hands behind his back and walked around the campus. His ears kept ringing with all sorts of strange sounds, sometimes the sound of a sewing machine clacking its needles, sometimes the sound of a washing machine shaking out clothes. But that strangest of them all, Mr. Fu, hadn't said a word since.

Tang Mo just lied when she said she was disturbed, but not to tease a stranger, but to tell them: you owe me another thing.

Another owner of the Huo Ji Egg exchanged the use and functionality of the Huo Ji Egg for Tang Mo's help in opening the archiver.

Since then, the two are no longer indebted to each other.

But now Mr. Fu owes Tang Mo another thing, and this thing may be able to make some benefits for Tang Mo in the future.

That Mr. Fu doesn't speak, and Tang Mo won't take the initiative. He walked around the school, only twenty minutes had passed. He returned to the library once again and sat in front of the pond, expressionlessly looking at the curved moon reflected in the water.

Forty minutes to go.

Tang Mo began to think about what he could do to pass the time for the next forty minutes, but Fu Wenduo didn't let him wait that long. Five minutes later, the sound of a fierce fight suddenly rang out, and Tang Mo's eyes glazed over as he listened carefully to the movement.

He heard the sound of metal clashing. The sound was too fast, and the interval between each attack was definitely no more than 0.5 seconds. Tang Mo could hear that there seemed to be a lot of things attacking that Mr. Fu. For five minutes, this Mr. Fu didn't make a single sound. After ten minutes of continuous fighting, he began to pant a little.

The countless sounds of heavy objects hitting the ground seemed to suggest how many opponents this Mr. Fu had already defeated.

But the enemy's attacks never stopped.

There were more and more crashes, and even the sound of a knife cutting through something heavy.

Fifty-five minutes had passed in the game's archive, and Tang Mo straightened his back, listening intently to the voices in his head, not letting go of even a single detail.

He couldn't see with his own eyes what the other party was going through, but he understood by listening to this voice that this Mr. Fu's practical combat ability was too strong. For the entire thirty minutes, there wasn't a single second where he stopped fighting. The opponents were feared to be in the hundreds and thousands, yet he had held out the entire time.

Is really too strong.

Boom!

A loud explosion rang out.

Tang Mo was shaken to his core, not to mention Mr. Fu, who was actually facing an explosion.

"Can't hold out ......" hissed the voice.

Tang Mo immediately said, "There is one minute left in the archive period, read the archive quickly."

"It's too late."

Tang Mo was stunned, not yet understanding the meaning of these words, suddenly, the voice in his head disappeared. Tang Mo hurriedly took out the Huo Ji egg, only to see that the "S" pattern on it had already dissipated and was no longer flashing with blue light. Not waiting for him to think, the whole Huo Ji egg flashed with a faint light, which was the light of active connection.

"The game just failed, I re-read the file."

It all happened in ten seconds. Ten seconds ago, Tang Mo remembers that this man's voice was hoarse, panting heavily, as if he had been seriously injured. But now his voice was the same as it had been an hour ago, and the familiar hissing sound of electricity was ringing in Tang Mo's ears again.

Tang Mo frowns, "Mr. Fu, you just said you were too late to read the file, so it says ......"

"Archiving requires an 'S' to be drawn on the Huo Ji egg, and reading requires an 'L' to be drawn on the Huo Ji egg. One is 'save' and the other is 'load'. I just fought a monster from the Black Tower that was much stronger than me. There's less than a minute left, and when a minute passes the archive props will expire and I won't have a chance to draw another 'L'."

Tang Mo didn't respond for a moment, "You didn't get a chance to read the file, so you ......"

"There is another way to read the archive." The male voice was calm and collected, "When the game archiver is turned on and you die within an hour, the archive is automatically read. So I just killed myself and read the archive directly."

Tang Mo was silent.

In the emergency, do not hesitate to kill yourself for a ray of life ...... Tang Mo will also do so, but I am afraid that it will not be as decisive as this person.

"Wasted an hour on you, are you still busy now? Sorry."

Tang Mo, who has been watching the stars and the moon for an hour: "It's okay, it's fine." Just return the favor later, don't be polite.

"I was just playing the second level of the tower attack game." The man's voice was low and calm, and in a calm tone, he spoke words that would cause all humans to be dismayed, "When a player's strength reaches a certain level, they will be forced by the Black Tower to open the Tower Attack Game. This is one of the ways to open the Tower Attack Game, and I suspect there will be other ways to open it."

Tang Mo's eyes widened in shock when she heard "the second level of the tower game".

He suddenly guessed who this Mr. Fu was ......

The voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of imperceptible laughter, "Hello, Tang Mo, my name is Fu Wenduo."

After this Mo Mo contact was hung up, Tang Mo did not return to the gym immediately, he sat on a rock by the pond, staring stoically at the white Huo Ji egg in his hand.

Fu Wenduo.

Smuggler Fu Wenduo.

Opened the first tier of the Huaxia District attack tower game, the entire Huaxia District players are gnashing their teeth, itching to cut his Fu Wenduo.

Li Wen previously also and Tang Mo jokingly said, if there is a chance to see that the whole Chinese players in advance to pull the attack tower game stowaway Fu Wenduo, he must hang this guy to beat, the ten major tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty on the whole, beat for three days and three nights, very brutal kind of.

After reading the game's archive, Fu Wenduo said that he would look for an opportunity to leave the game and find another way out. With his current strength, he can't pass the second level yet, so he has to give up for now.

Fu Wenduo told Tang Mo about his participation in the tower attack game.

Tang Mo knew that the other man didn't suddenly feel that he was so nice that he could be an open friend and share his secrets honestly and openly. He told Tang Mo these things, probably just to return the favor of "you wasted an hour". But it's a bit of a big favor, and maybe it's a little bit of something else.

In short, Tang Mo currently knows that strength at a certain level will be forced to open the tower attack game. Fu Wenduo When he first opened the first level of the tower attack game was not voluntary, he was forced by the Black Tower to pull in, and by the way, accidentally pitched the whole of China's players.

But when he was pulled into the second tier of the tower game today, he didn't "victimize" any other players, and Tang Mo speculates that there are two possibilities.

The first one, the Black Tower is only special to the first player who opens the tower attack game, and will broadcast globally and pull players from the whole district down to attack the tower together; the second one, the whole of China currently only has Fu Wenduo as the only person who has cleared the first level of the Black Tower, and apart from him, no one else is able to raid the second level, so naturally, they can't pull anyone into the pit.

Tang Mo looked down at the clear pond, a small fish swam across the bottom, creating a shallow ripple.

"...... He heard Chen Shanshan call me 'Brother Tang Mo'? Then what was the name 'Mr. Stranger' in the beginning."

Tang Mo tsked and went back to bed in the gym.

After a night of fighting, Tang Mo slept until eight in the morning. The others were even more tired, especially the junior high school students who slept until noon. They hadn't had a good rest in the past few days, and their spirits were tense. First, there was the sudden opening of the tower attack game, and then the retaliatory attack by the smugglers. The kids were physically and mentally exhausted.

At 2pm, Tang Mo and Li Wen went to the school supermarket to get some water and food. Several students woke up and shared the food.

Tang Mo replenished his backpack with two bottles of water and a few boxes of compressed cookies.

At 2:00 p.m., he and Li Wen were ready to leave.

Little Fatty was surprised, "Brother Tang, Brother Lai, you guys aren't staying and joining us?"

Chen Shanshan was aware of the situation and stood aside without saying anything. A few other students also tried their best to retain the two.

Li Wen was a bit hesitant, but Tang Mo was very calm: "There are five of you in total, two regular players, three reservists, and all of you are students. A combination like yours would be very eye-catching anywhere. If you add us to the mix, you'll easily become fat sheep in the eyes of others. Of course, only you, yourselves, are also fat sheep."

The students froze.

Tang Mo: "I suggest you guys split up and go in two directions, so the five of you don't stay together. The official players can split up, Little Fatty and those two boys all the way, Shanshan you and this little girl all the way. You can move together again when you are each stronger."

Qiao Feifei Nerd: "I don't want to be separated from everyone ......"

Chen Shanshan thought for a while and nodded, "You have a point. The five of us together do stand out. The most preppers in this world are preppers, and there aren't many stowaways. But at times like this, killing is no longer the preserve of stowaways. We had all sort of killed. Five middle schoolers walking together is more dangerous, so let's rest for the night and split up tomorrow."

The students listen to Chen Shanshan because her words are always right. But they still don't want to separate, and it's up to them to decide exactly how.

Before Tang Mo left, she looked at Chen Shanshan: "I'm going to look for my friend who also lives in Shanghai, but in Pudong, so it's impossible for me to take you with me on the way. In ten days, if there is a chance, I will come back to the school to have a look." Tang Mo doesn't have the strength and can't protect these children forever. If they want to survive, the only thing they can really rely on is themselves.

Tang Mo and Li Wen say goodbye to the children in front of the school.

Li Wen is still a bit reluctant to leave, but he has his own things to do, and he has to go home to see if maybe his parents aren't dead, too.

After the two left the school, Li Wen said, "By the way, Tang Mo, you came back late last night, it must have been three or four o'clock, right? What were you doing out there, hanging out for so long?"

Tang Mo casually said, "I remembered what happened before Earth came online, and took a walk outside for a while." It was impossible for Tang Mo to say anything about Huo Ji's egg, and it was even more impossible to say anything about the accidental contact with Fu Wenduo.

Li Wen gave an oh. Walking home, he began to talk excitedly about his family. His voice was happy, but the end of his voice kept a written beat, and he didn't walk fast.

Tang Mo gave him a look.

This man was just forcing himself to be calm, he was worried that his home was empty and he was left alone.

Li Wen's home is in Jing'an District, he and Tang Mo walked for two hours, and at six o'clock in the evening, they arrived at a villa area.

The closer you get to home, the slower Li Wen's steps become.

But finally they walked up to a three-story villa.

Li Wen stood in front of the big iron door, not daring to open it. He didn't know whether he would see his parents or an empty house when he pushed open the door.

Tang Mo was going to Pudong and happened to be on his way, so he accompanied Li Wen on this trip. And in this world, you can't let your guard down at any time, you have to be on the lookout for stowaways and other players with bad intentions at all times. Two people walking together is definitely better than being alone.

Li Wen stood in front of the door, occasionally reaching out to touch the doorknob, but not daring to push the door.

Five minutes later, Tang Mo suddenly reached out, and with one force, the iron lock was knocked off by him. He pushed the door straight open and turned his head, "At least there are no traps on the door, there should be no stowaways."

Li Wen froze, staring blankly at Tang Mo. After thinking for a long time, he nodded, "Well, there's no danger ......"

Tang Mo opens the door for Li Wen on the pretext of being careful of stowaways.

Some things have to be faced eventually. As if Li Wen had gathered courage, he walked into the garden with great strides. When he reached the villa door, Tang Mo said, "Be careful, in case there really is an enemy."

The two men look at each other and Tang Mo kicks the door open.

Bang!

The mahogany gate fell to the ground, stirring up a very light layer of dust.

After confirming that there were no enemies in the house, Li Wen rushed upstairs and kept calling out "Mom and Dad". However, the only response was an empty echo.

Tang Mo's parents died a long time ago. He didn't enter the house, but just stood against the door of the entrance hall, listening to Li Wen calling out his parents' names.

Li Wen rummaged through the house and couldn t find a single figure. His voice grew desperate.

Suddenly, he excitedly exclaimed, "My mom is alive, my mom is alive!"

Tang Mo looked towards the living room in surprise, only to see Li Wen running over with a piece of paper, her face full of joy, her body trembling: "My mom is still alive, Tang Mo, look! My mom is still alive! My mom said that dad suddenly disappeared, and there was no signal on her cell phone or anything, so she couldn't get in touch with anyone, and Shanghai was a bit chaotic, so she was planning to go back to her home villa for a while to get away from the storm. If I'm still alive, let me go find her. Tang Mo, my mom is still alive!"

Tang Mo smiled, "Congratulations."

Li Wen was excited for a while, then suddenly stopped laughing: "My dad disappeared ......"

Tang Mo advised, "Go to your mother first."

Li Wen lowers his head in silence, and after a moment, he squeezes the paper in his hand and nods.

Li Wen's hometown is near Kunshan. His grandparents died a long time ago and he doesn't have many relatives. Now that he knows that his mother is still alive, he is bound to find someone.

The two were separated at the junction of Jing'an and Huangpu districts.

Li Wen found Tang Mo a detailed map of Shanghai from a roadside kiosk and drew a road map on it with a pen.

"Going over to Pudong from this side is the closest. Now the Huangpu River ferry boat is definitely not used, you go from the Nanpu Bridge, and then go around from this side ......"

Tang Mo memorized the route and put the map away. He lifted his head and looked at the stupid white sweet rich kid in front of him.

The two looked at each other, neither saying anything. After a while, Li Wen laughed, "I'm too weak right now, going with you will definitely drag you down. I'll go find my mom first, Tang Mo, we'll have the chance to meet again in the future."

Tang Mo shook the map in his hand, "Thanks, see you sometime."

Li Wen haha laughed: "Then shouldn't I thank you even more? Alas, I'm too stupid, I need to use my brain more when I come across games in the future, or else I won't know how to die. These few days, I really thank you."

Tang Mo doesn't say much and the two say goodbye and leave.

Li Wen turned around and walked only ten meters, Tang Mo suddenly said in a loud voice: "I remembered something, Li Wen, come over here."

Li Wen rushed back, "What is it?"

Tang Mo just looks at him and smiles without speaking.

Li Wen was dumbfounded: "Tang Mo?"

"You came back when I told you to? Grow a heart, not just for Little Fatty, but also for you." Tang Mo smiled slightly, "Stupid white sweet rich kid, live well."

Li Wen : "...... So that's what you've been thinking in your heart that I'm a stupid white sweet rich second generation? That's what you were thinking about me!!!"

Tang Mo ："...... "The point is not to let you grow a little heart!

The two of them laughed away together, and this time it was really goodbye.

After sending Li Wen away, Tang Mo took the map and started walking towards Pudong New Area.

When there were many people, I didn't feel it. Now that he was alone again, Tang Mo unexpectedly felt a little cold. He put the map into his backpack and walked along the edge of the street, hiding his figure in the shadows of the trees, quietly hurrying.

At night, there were significantly fewer people on the streets. After the game started, even the world's top metropolis was no longer a city that never sleeps. Darkness was more dangerous than daytime, it was easier to hide enemies in unseen places, and no one wanted to stay on the streets at night.

Tang Mo walked for more than an hour and stopped when he came close to the Nanpu Bridge.

He decided not to rush.

Who knows if there are stowaways hiding around corners peeking in and watching, and it's not just stowaways, it's just strangers that are dangerous.

Tang Mo found an obscure fast food joint, walked in, checked to make sure no one was there, and locked the door behind him. Instead of turning on the light, he pulled a chair against the door and placed many chopsticks on the edge of the window. One end of the chopsticks was propped up against the window rim and the other against the window, the frosted window couldn't be seen from the outside to see what was going on inside, but once someone came in through the window the chopsticks would hit the ground and make a noise.

He drew out a tablecloth and spread it on the floor.

Formal players had extremely strong physical qualities, and on such a late fall night, Tang Mo didn't feel cold while lying on the ground, and didn't even feel too sleepy. He entered this store to rest not to sleep, but to find a place to spend the night to prevent unnecessary danger.

Four days had passed since the start of the game. Four days have passed, and it's not a good idea to take the other regular players and reservists lightly, except for the stowaways who have already killed someone.

Maybe they have blood on their hands too.

Tang Mo lies on the floor and raises his hand. Moonlight peeked through the frosted window, giving the fast food restaurant a faint glow. Tang Mo looks at her hand with a calm expression.

He's already killed two people.

One was a manslaughter. The thief, Qian Sankun, was trying to kill him, and he accidentally killed the other guy.

There was another one he killed with his own hands. He cracked the fire-breathing big man's head with a big match.

In addition to that, there were several other people who sort of died indirectly at his hands. Like the one-armed man, and the gunman with the gun.

The faces of these people flashed before Tang Mo's eyes, and he realized that he could no longer remember what Qian Sankun looked like. When he thought of these people, there was no ripple in his heart, and his heart beat smoothly, just as it always did.

"Stowaways? ......"

Tang Mo takes out Huo Ji's egg from his pocket. The light is too low to see the white color of Huo Ji's egg, only a round shadow can be seen.

"Stowaway Fu Wenduo, who did he kill?"

One in Shanghai, one in Beijing. One is in Shanghai and the other is in Beijing, more than 1,000 kilometers away from each other. Tang Mo is not afraid of Fu Wenduo, who has been stabbed in the back by all Chinese players. If Fu Wenduo is so powerful, can he fly to Shanghai and cut him down? That's impossible. If he is really capable of doing that, Tang Mo will die with conviction.

Tang Mo's fingers gently tapped on the Huo Ji egg. After two taps, his finger stopped in mid-air when he was about to tap a third. He took the Huo Ji egg back into his pocket and closed his eyes to sleep.

Early the next morning, Tang Mo left the fast food restaurant and continued on his way to Pudong New Area.

On the way, Tang Mo also met a young man who offered to talk to him. He was a university student who thought Tang Mo was also a university student, and excitedly came over to ask him how he was doing.

Are there really so many stupid white people in this world? Aren't you afraid of being cheated by strangers once the game starts?

Tang Mo suddenly wondered if his heart was too dirty and he thought too much. Should he also live a simpler life and believe that the world is full of love?

Then as soon as he left the Nanpu Bridge, Tang Mo saw two bodies.

The two men's necks were separated with a sharp instrument and they were thrown in a hole under the bridge. The clothes on their bodies were stripped off, and the bag that came with them was empty, and the contents were probably scavenged. Looking at the body, he died last night.

...... Well, he's better off with a heart point.

The next afternoon, Tang Mo relied on the route given by Li Wen and found the neighborhood where her friend lived. The neighborhood was dead quiet, and when Tang Mo went in, she saw an old man coming out of the neighborhood with a big bag on his back. Seeing Tang Mo enter the neighborhood, the old man looked at him with surprise, but seemed to have thought of something, and then ran out of the neighborhood in a hurry.

Tang Mo frowned strangely.

The old man's reaction was a bit strange.

When he walked into the neighborhood, he understood why the old man had just looked at himself like that.

The neighborhood is huge, divided into two districts, east and west, separated by a road. Tang Mo went to the west side. There are six high-rise buildings in total, and his best friend from college lives in the innermost one. Tang Mo had stayed at his friend's house for two days last year, so he knew his way around.

In the center of the six buildings, a garden is enclosed for the activities of the residents.

At this very moment in the square in the center of this garden, there are six bodies lying. Tang Mo walks up and takes a look. There were no friends of his, but two middle-aged men, a young woman, and three young men. They had died here for some reason, and judging by the bodies, they had been dead for more than a day.

The middle-aged man had a kitchen knife in his hand, and the young woman had a puddle of water under her right hand. One of the young men had a huge, black, bloody hole in his chest that couldn't be pursed and but there was no weapon in it.

Looking at the wounds on the body, Tang Mo has already made his judgment.

The young woman was hacked to death with a kitchen knife, and the young man perhaps died from some kind of psychic ability.

Seventy percent chance that these six people killed each other. Of course besides them, there might have been others involved in this fight, but only the six of them died here.

Tang Mo appeared to be observing the six corpses, but in fact he never took his attention away from his surroundings. Who knows if the companions of these six men might be hiding nearby. Never let your guard down when examining the bodies.

Tang Mo picked up the middle-aged man's kitchen knife and put it into the wound in the young woman's chest. The blade pursed just right and the woman was indeed killed by this knife.

Not having come to any other conclusion, Tang Mo left the matter alone. He touched the large match tattoo on his wrist.

The big matches were given to him by the students. Fatty said that he was too weak to use the big matches because they were too heavy and big for him to use. Out of gratitude, the other students decided to give the match to Tang Mo. Tang Mo did not refuse.

Tang Mo walked calmly into the building where his best friend lived. Not choosing the elevator, he walked up the stairs. His best friend lived on the seventh floor, and the whole building seemed to be deserted, except for the soft sound of Tang Mo's footsteps as he climbed the stairs.

Arriving at his best friend's door, Tang Mo kicks the lock and opens the door, then enters the house to check it out.

There's no one.

Nor did she leave any note like Li Wen's mother.

Tang Mo walked to the dining table and saw a small dish of moldy pickles and a bowl of half-eaten congee on the table. There was a layer of light gray dust floating on the porridge, and the soup was cloudy. One chopstick landed on the table and the other on the floor, as if the owner had suddenly lost his hand, causing the chopsticks to fall to the ground. It is also possible that the chopsticks fell to the ground because they suddenly disappeared ......

The chances of surviving, less than 10%.

Tang Mo took a bottle of water and two bags of instant noodles from the kitchen cabinet and put them in his backpack. Before he left, he stopped in front of the coffee table in the living room and looked down at the photo that had been put into a wooden frame. In the photo were three older boys, all wearing bachelor's degree uniforms. One was Tang Mo, one was tall and skinny, and one was a fat white guy.

The three older boys happily hugged each other and celebrated their graduation by throwing their bachelor's caps in the air.

After a long look, Tang Mo stretches out her finger and flicks the fat man's face in the photo.

"Hiroko, I'll live alone."

Tang Mo turned around and left.

In the photo, the fat man is smiling immensely.

The neighborhood was still dead silent. Tang Mo walked downstairs, directly intending to leave the neighborhood. He walked forward along the road and turned an intersection when he suddenly noticed a familiar figure.

Tang Mo stops dead in his tracks.

The old man who had just left the neighborhood with a large bag was currently sitting on a flowerbed by the street. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and looked. Seeing Tang Mo, his eyes lit up, waved his hand, and said loudly, "Little friend, I twisted this foot, can you come over and help?"

Tang Mo watched him from a distance, his eyes sweeping over his feet without saying a word.

Ten meters away, by another flowerbed, sat a pair of young men and women. When Tang Mo appeared, they also quietly looked at her, and when they heard the old man talking to Tang Mo, they immediately came over. When they heard the old man talking to Tang Mo, they immediately came over to him. The young man lifted up the old man's foot and casually looked at it, "Oh my, you've really twisted it. What can we do? How can we fix a sprained foot? That buddy, can you come over and do me a favor?"

The young woman also said, "I don't know what to do. Handsome, do you know what to do with a twisted foot?"

"I don't know." Tang Mo gives them a bemused look and walks around the corner and away from the side.

The old man suddenly said sharply, "We can't let him get away!!!"

With a brush, four people emerged from behind the dense bushes. A middle-aged woman, and three middle-aged men.

Tang Mo turned and ran away almost as soon as the old man spoke, the four men didn't expect him to react so quickly and froze for a moment. When they reacted, not only the four people, the young man and woman and the old man who had just said in that he had twisted his foot also joined in, fiercely scurrying out and quickly running towards Tang Mo.

Tang Mo was extremely fast, pulling away more than ten meters in the blink of an eye.

"Get back here!!!"

Tang Mo was about to run around the corner when suddenly, a strange wind whistled up in front of him. The wind swept the ground, and the strong hurricane blew Tang Mo backwards. He gritted his teeth and used his left hand to support himself on the flower bed on the side of the road, intending to use the force to rush through. However, just at the moment his hand touched the flowerbed -

"He touched it!"

"He touched it!"

Tang Mo's heart thumped.

"Dingdong! The massively multiplayer copy game ' Mario's Monopoly Game' has been triggered. at 17:02 on November 22, 2017, players Li Zhen, Yuan Chess, Liu FeiHao, Zhao Guo, Lin BangCheng, Liu SiMei, Qi Feng, and Tang Mo safely entered the game time."

"Sandbox loading complete ......"

"Data loading complete ......"

The surrounding roads, trees and skyscrapers disappeared cleanly in this moment.

An intense white light flashed past Tang Mo's eyes, blinding him. The extreme white light dyed the world white, and at that moment, a familiar video game music rang in everyone's ears.

"Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da."

All over the world, at least two billion people have heard this music.

Simple, upbeat electronic music echoes through this pure white world.

The music continued to play and the white light became fainter and fainter. Tang Mo could gradually see what was in front of him, and when he looked up, he saw a two-meter tall giant cartoon character falling from the sky. He was wearing a red hat with a white "M" on it, a big nose, and dark blue pants.

He was two meters tall, as if he were a giant doll made of wood, and moved slowly. Those big black eyes swept over everyone's body, and finally he glanced at Tang Mo, then suddenly raised his right hand and crossed it towards his left chest in a classic thumbs-up gesture.

Boom!

The giant Mario lands on a stage of flashing lights-

"Everybody, it's me! Mario!"