Chapter 25: My Alter Ego, Follow Me Follow Me Follow Me ......

Four days later, Jing'an Park, Shanghai.

A simple-looking little fat man's footsteps were as quick as lightning, and he drilled into the family convenience store in the park. The food and drinking water in the store had already been rummaged through by other people, and the little fat man, not determined, ran into the store's warehouse and found three boxes of cookies and half a box of drinking water under the spare beds where the employees slept.

Not many humans have survived, but food has a shelf life. Over the past few days, there were fewer and fewer things to eat. When he managed to find food and water, the little fat man rushed back and handed the water to a tall and thin boy.

The boy with the bamboo pole immediately took a big sip, "Finally, I'm alive. Zhao Ziang, it's so hard to find food now, why don't we leave Shanghai quickly. There are too many people in Shanghai, if we keep eating like this, we will definitely run out of food."

The little fat man ate two cookies in one breath, and his mouth was stuffed to the brim, "I will be less ...... less times in the future, and give you times."

The bamboo boy blushed, "That's not what I meant."

"I know." Little fat man drank water and swallowed the cookies, "I'm not very hungry every day, you're a reservist, you're not as physically fit as I am, I feel like I'm eating less and less every day, and I'm not hungry at all. I feel like I'm eating less and less every day and I'm not hungry at all. You're eating less and less, too. Maybe it's like what Shanshan said before, after the Earth came online our bodies are getting better and better, just like plants, the way to get energy is not only eating, there can be many unknown ways ...... eh, is that what she said?"

The bamboo stick boy bristled, "Why do I remember, we've been separated for days."

Little Fatty was also depressed when he remembered this incident, "When we're stronger in the future, we'll go together! Let's see who dares to find trouble with us!"

The two men packed their food and water into the backpacks they had with them and went further.

Fatty: "Do you think the 'Match Freak' they're talking about who carries a big match and sneaks up on people all the time in the middle of the night is Tang?"

"I don't think so. Why would Brother Tang Mo sneak up on someone, he's a good guy and so powerful, there's no need."

"Well, it's definitely not Don."

The two left Jing'an Park and headed west.

The "match freak" as they call him is now hiding in a jewelry store on the second floor of Nanjing Road.

The jewelry store faced north, and the sun's rays shone from the south, unable to reach the store. The Tinder Freak cowering his body in the corner and moving very gently, he reached out and shone a strange object at everyone walking by downstairs.

If you look closely, you will see that this strange object is a modified binocular. The two barrels were removed, pierced through the bottom of the barrels, and a similarly sized cylinder was used to connect the two barrels in series, forming a "Z" shape. A plane mirror was placed at each of the two corners of the "Z" to create a simple reflecting telescope.

The Match Freak aimed one end of his Z-binoculars at the pedestrians on the road and the other end in front of himself. He watched everyone who passed by downstairs with unblinking eyes, and so he watched from morning to afternoon.

In the early evening, a middle-aged burly man in a black leather jacket with a cigarette in his mouth strutted past the road.

The Match Freak put down his binoculars, quickly picked up his bag, and ran down the stairs at breakneck speed, following the middle-aged man with a fat body.

Tang Mo hides in the dimly lit alley, one-shoulder backpack, his eyes locked on the man's body. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, a light flashed through his pupils. And in his line of sight, three large words slowly floated above the man's head-

"Stowaways"

Tang Mo hooked up her lips and didn't move to follow this man.

The night was low, and the leather-jacketed man, his hands in his pockets, kicked open the door and walked into a specialty store. There was already a middle-aged woman lying in the store, and suddenly the door was kicked in, and the woman flinched back in fear and crashed into the merchandise counter.

"What are you looking at, get out!"

The middle-aged woman opened her mouth and wanted to say something else, the man's bull's eye glared, raised his foot and kicked the woman in the stomach. The woman stifled a grunt of pain, didn't even dare to take her bag and ran out of the store.

The leather-jacketed brawny man let out an arrogant laugh and directly pulled over the bed the woman had just made and laid down on it.

The clock ticked on the wall of the specialty store. The leather-jacketed man closes his eyes, but in a few moments, a grunt rises, loud as thunder, gradually drowning out the clock's ticking.

In the darkness of the night, a tall and thin shadow flashed past the door of the specialty store. In the next second, a huge match fell from the sky and smashed into the strong man's right leg.

"Ka-ching-"

A crisp fracture was followed by a pig-killing howl from the burly man.

Tang Mo didn't give the other party a chance to catch his breath, the big matches were like rain, intensively smashing down towards the strong man's stomach, thighs, and buttocks. Smashed are the most meaty places, just will be very painful and catch people off guard, but not to death. The strong man's beer belly was so big that he couldn't hit his internal organs, making him howl in pain.

"I'll kill you!!!"

"Whoa-"

A huge table appears in front of Tang Mo, who is suddenly surrounded by souvenirs.

Tang Mo swung the match and the weighty head slammed hard into the table, instantly splitting it in pieces and spattering wood chips. A hint of surprise flashed in Tang Mo's eyes as he sped up his striking. Seeing that all of his supernatural powers had been split by this large match, the strong man cried out in despair and begged for mercy, holding his head.

About done fighting, Tang Mo leaned down and peeled off the burly man's leather jacket and said faintly, "This is mine, got it?"

The burly man was wearing just a jacket on his upper body, and after being stripped naked, he clasped his hands to his chest and kept nodding, "Got it, got it! It's yours, all yours!"

Tang Mo's eyes hurt from all that white fat, and he took his leather jacket and turned away.

Right after he left, the middle-aged woman who had just been driven away quietly walked back. Seeing the beaten and dying strong man, she angrily threw the strong man out of the store and kicked him several more times on his body and face before she quickly ran away, clutching her bag.

Tang Mo walks down the alley, drops his leather jacket, and pulls out the Alien Book.

[Alien Power: You come and hit me, come and hit me]

[Owner: Zhao Longfeng (stowaway)]

[Type: 4-dimensional]

[Function: Uses a nearby object as a shield, with an interval of 0 time units]

[Level: I]

【Restrictions: must be able to move the object itself, not more than ten meters away from the object, cooldown time five minutes】.

[Remarks: Zhao Longfeng: You come to hit me, come to hit me ~ Tang Mo: I'll beat you to death, you son of a bitch!

[Tang Mo version of the instructions for use: the area of the shield object does not exceed 0.5 square meters, the distance from the object does not exceed three meters, the cooling time of ten minutes ...... tie, kill Tang Mo this goblin!!!]

From the first time she opened the book, Tang Mo has gotten used to this book's bitchy mouth. This bitchy book takes it as its mission to damage Tang Mo, sometimes even going so far as to scold herself, but also to damage Tang Mo's skin.

Originally, Tang Mo thought she had completely immunized herself against it, but when she saw the phrase "little goblin", Tang Mo still couldn't stop her eyelids from twitching, and she closed the book with great force, and just as she raised her hand to throw the book out, she was lucky to be able to hold it back once again.

My Alter Ego, Follow Me Follow Me Follow Me ......

Go with Nima! This fucking definitely doesn't follow him!!!!

Tang Mo grits his teeth and puts the book of powers away, running lightly on his feet into a nearby unoccupied house and waiting for the night to pass.

From the day he was told by the Black Tower that he would be ready to attack the tower in ten days, Tang Mo began to ambush the area around Nanjing Road.

Of Tang Mo's six supernatural abilities, only the fire-breathing ability and the wind-spitting ability were clearly offensive. He was very short of psychic abilities.

Other people's powers might be useless, but at least they could be used without limitations. Tang Mo's powers can often only be used once a day, so when he meets a strong opponent and needs to fight for a long time, it won't work at all. Besides, he's going to participate in the tower attack game.

Four days ago, Tang Mo began using Qiao Feifei's special ability to "find, find, find friends" to look for stowaways on the streets.

The little girl's powers hadn't been much use before, until this time Tang Mo realized that they were a godsend.

The only players who have awakened their powers are almost exclusively full players and stowaways. There's very little that's special about a shifter in terms of appearance. Tang Mo has seen many players with psychic powers, and except for Jacks from the Atak organization, who has a "I'm strong, I must have psychic powers" face, the difference between regular players and reservists is very small.

Easier to find among the aliens are the stowaways.

Stowaways are murderers, and real murderers before the game officially starts.

Some murderers are very well hidden, and on the surface there is no difference between them and ordinary people. But there are murderers who look vicious and have cruel eyes, and there's an aura of death between their eyebrows that won't go away. Tang Mo can only use his powers once a day, and he won't use them easily. Only when he believes that the other party is 90% likely to be a stowaway, will he follow up and use his powers to get a better look, and then finally decide to make a move.

The stowaways all have psychic powers. Tang Mo doesn't take it lightly, and every time he observes clearly before sneaking in from behind, and finally eats them up without paying, copying away the other party's psychic powers.

Tang Mo lay in bed in this household, his brow furrowed slightly as he contemplated where he was going to find the stowaways tomorrow.

Nanjing Road was chosen because it had many stores and the most players passed by every day, making it the most likely place to find the stowaways. Unfortunately, the four consecutive days of sneak attacks had made many people wary, and the nickname "Match Freak" had become more and more popular. The number of players coming to Nanjing Road every day to look for resources was decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Tang Mo rubbed his chin for a moment.

"I think there's a supermarket not far away, or we could just ambush them there."

The night was deep, non-game time, and the land of China was silent.

The next morning, Tang Mo quickly left Nanjing Road with her bag on her back and headed for the supermarket.

Three days later, a shopping mall in Pudong.

A robust, mountainous foreign strong man walked out of the underground garage and strutted out of the mall. His body was swarthy, and every step he took shook the ground slightly. Where he walked, other players carefully avoided. This blonde-haired, blue-eyed strong man helplessly scratched his head as he made his way east.

As he leaves the mall, Tang Mo, who has been hiding behind a pillar for over an hour, opens his eyes and looks at the other man.

Tang Mo waited three minutes for Jacks to walk away before he quietly followed him.

After following him for twenty minutes, Tang Mo saw Jacks enter a factory. He walked around the old factory building towards the factory's barred gate, but as he was about to leave the factory, he turned and stood in front of an old manhole cover next to the gate. Jacks steps on the manhole cover and in the next second, he disappears.

Tang Mo stepped out from behind the plant and walked over to the rusty old manhole cover. Without hesitation, he reached out and stepped on the cover.

A loud voice immediately sounded in his head.

"Dingdong! The single-player copy game 'Kill Bill ' has been triggered. 11:36, November 30, 2017 Player Tang Mo safely enters game time."

"Sandbox loading ......"

"Data loading complete ......"

Tang Mo's body was falling fast. The fall was so sudden that Tang Mo didn't react for a moment, but he wouldn't be caught off guard like last time. Feeling exactly the same as he did before he met the Mole, Tang Mo spreads his arms out and stabilizes himself by bracing his palms against the sides of the tunnel as far as he can and sliding down.

After a long fall, with a thud, Tang Mo hit an extremely soft patch of ground.

It's dark all around, so Tang Mo pulls a flashlight out of his backpack and shines it around. This cave is just like the one of Uncle Mole's, with damp soil on all sides, and the humidity is even greater than that of Mole's. Tang Mo steps on the ground and makes a clear footprint. Tang Mo stepped on the ground and made a clear footprint directly on the ground. But this is not a closed cave. On one side of the cave, a deep, dark tunnel stretches beyond the reach of the flashlight.

Tang Mo pricked up his ears to be alert to any movement around him while quickly checking out the cave and finally returning to the circular tunnel.

This tunnel was about one meter eight in height, and Tang Mo had to bend down slightly when he walked into it, or else his hair might get wet from the damp soil above his head. After making sure that there was nothing else in the underground cave, he thought for a moment and carefully entered the tunnel with his flashlight.

The deeper you go into the cave, the more moist the soil becomes, and Tang Mo stares at the movement around him.

Suddenly, a sharp running sound rang out from the depths of the tunnel. Tang Mo's eyes tightened, and he immediately turned off his flashlight and stood sideways against the tunnel wall.

The soil in the tunnels is so wet that Tang Mo's shoes are covered in mud. The humidity of the soil is so high that Tang Mo easily grabs a large handful of the soil around her and, not minding its dirtiness, smears it all over her body, standing close to the wall, her whole body covered in mud, allowing Tang Mo to blend into the tunnel walls.

The footsteps ran closer and closer, and Tang Mo held her breath, trying hard to minimize her presence.

He couldn't see the thing running by, but at a time like this, he wouldn't face the other directly.

Yet even though Tang Mo had turned off her flashlight and even mushed herself into the earthen wall with dirt, the footsteps ran past Tang Mo, took only two steps forward and then ran back.

Tang Mo's body tensed. He heard the footsteps stop in front of him. He pursed his lips and gradually clenched his right hand to form a posture of grasping a match, ready to attack.

A surprised but weak voice rang out, "My goodness, are you a coworker sent here to take over?"

A faint flicker of light illuminates Tang Mo's face.

In front of me was a young foreign man with reddish-brown hair, wearing a red-and-white uniform (the reason why I say it was a uniform was because it was exactly the same as Ronald McDonald's clothes, except that one was horizontally striped and the other was vertically striped), and carrying an old kerosene lamp in his hand. Obviously when he ran over just now the tunnel was dark and there was no light from the kerosene lamp, and now he was just carrying this old kerosene lamp out of thin air, lifting the light up to Tang Mo's face to see what he looked like.

Listening to the other party's words, Tang Mo's movements stopped as he was about to take a match. He thought for a while and nodded in silence.

"Oh God, you couldn't have come at a worse time. Bill's gone crazy! Look at all the cuts I got from Bill."

"You ......"

Tang Mo The words had not yet left his mouth when a strange and frightening hissing sound suddenly came from the depths of the tunnel, like the sound of a snake spitting out a letter, but there was something different. Immediately followed by the sound of a huge object hitting the tunnel.

Bang, bang, bang!

The tunnels shook violently from the unknown creature's impact, as if it were an earthquake, and Tang Mo's and the red-haired man's bodies swayed from side to side, holding onto the walls in order to stay on their feet.

The red-haired man's voice was horrified, "That's the monster's voice! It's crazy, it's all crazy!" He fell back three steps in a row in fear, almost sitting directly on the ground. At this moment, his afterglow flashed across Tang Mo's face that was covered by dirt, he looked puzzled, and shoved the kerosene lamp into Tang Mo's hand, speaking extremely fast, "Companion, it just so happens that it's your turn to be on duty as well, so go in first and see what the situation is like, I'll go out and look for someone else." Saying that, the red-haired man turned around and ran.

"You go see what's going on, and don't let that monster out! I'll be back, I'll be back!"

The mouth said so, but the body was honest enough to scatter.

Tang Mo held the dim kerosene lamp and resisted the urge to call out to the other side.

A clear child's voice rang in his head--the

"Dingdong! Main quest triggered: within twenty minutes, kill Bill!"