Chapter 3: Mom's gonna kill me!

Those who don't believe in the Black Tower were just watching from the beginning. They believe that it is the result of high-tech research by the government and that it will not do any harm to them. It is always impossible for the government to harm people. Even if something really happens, the leaders are also human beings, even if the sky collapses, there are people above them to hold the roof, and they have nothing to do with them, anyway, they can't do anything.

Those who believed in the Black Tower cringed to the core when the third day came.

"What a game! What a knockout! We want a statement!"

"Saying! Explain!"

"What it is must be given an explanation!"

More and more people are marching, blocking the center of Suzhou, and in the middle there are some fish in the water, trying to see if they can get some benefits from it. Even if the police tried to warn them away, they refused to leave due to their numerical superiority and surrounded the white wall, even tending to break through the wall.

Scenarios like this happen all over the world.

China is considered to be very good, and 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 deterrent effect of the government is very weak, the "Black Tower Dangerous Faction" took over the government offices on the first day.

"The Black Tower is God and it will lead us to a new century. The Century of the Black Tower is coming, my great and only Lord, give us the power of new life!"

"Give us strength!"

Thousands of people crouched on their knees in front of the Black Tower, thirsting for a better new century.

Tang Mo doesn't know any of this.

He was holding the black blasting rod tightly in his hand, and even though his clothes were thinly clad, his forehead was already covered in fine sweat. That deceptively clear child's voice sang the nursery rhyme, and when he finished, his ethereal, high voice echoed for a long time in the empty library.

"Did you hear that?" Tang Mo practically chewed the words out of his teeth.

The God Stick had long been paralyzed with fear on the floor, his messy hair blocking his eyes, and when Tang Mo looked at him, he could only see a pair of eyes trembling with fear. The god's clerk was so scared that he couldn't even speak, so scared that he crawled backward, all the way to the wall, holding his head and shivering, "What is that thing ...... what is it ......"

Tang Mo where do you know.

After singing that nursery rhyme, there was no more sound in the library.

Gradually, Tang Mo calmed down.

Some people get overwhelmed and panic when it comes to big things. Tang Mo is just the opposite.

Tang Mo is an extremely rational person by nature. His parents were in a car accident together five years ago, when he was just starting college, and anyone else would have felt devastated. Instead, Tang Mo methodically handled both of their funerals, cried alone in secret until it was over, and then began to think about his future.

And since his heart had been racing and he'd developed a sense of anxiety two days ago, he'd realized he'd become calmer than he'd ever been before.

Tang Mo walks over to the window with a blasting stick in her right hand and a thick, large book from the G-shelf as a shield.

Outside the window was a white that had no boundaries.

This is the window on the east side of the library, from which you can normally see the main street of downtown Suzhou and several famous ancient gardens.

Tang Mo's grip on the blasting rod tightened a few points, he looked calm, but he was always alert to the movements around him, every time he walked past a bookshelf he was ready to strike back at any time.

He looked through all the windows on the third floor of the library, southeast and northwest, and returned to his original position.

"We're not in Suzhou anymore."

The cleric sits in the corner and looks at Tang Mo with a horrified expression on his face.

Tang Mo hated to give that answer, but he said stiffly, "We are now surrounded by a blank space, yet this is indeed the library. It's probably similar to a library being moved out of nowhere into a large blank room. I've been working here for a year now, and I just looked when I passed by the desk, and my coworker's water glass is still sitting on the table, exactly like the library."

After all, not being alone, the Godbearer listened to Tang Mo and worked up the courage to stand up as well. He looked around and suddenly said, "Ah, this is the book I sneaked in here last week!"

Tang Mo followed the direction of his finger.

"I was afraid the book would be borrowed by someone else and hidden in the gap between these two shelves."

Tang Mo: "......"

So you did all that!

Tang Mo is the librarian, and the Godbearer is a regular, and both confirm that this is the library, so it must be right.

Tang Mo took the God Stick to the security guard's locker to get another explosion-proof stick. Everything is unknown at this point, so letting the God Stick take the blasting rod will protect him from himself, and secondly, if the two of them are in any danger, they'll have an extra helper.

The two had just made it to the desk when suddenly, a clattering of footsteps came from deep within the third floor, near the bookshelves.

The cleric's eyes widened in fear, and Tang Mo's back broke out in a cold sweat.

There was no one there at all, as he had just visited! Who are these footsteps?

The two men gripped their blaster sticks and stared cautiously ahead, their backs against the wall. The sound ran closer and closer, still irregular, much like a child bouncing across the floor. Thirty seconds later, a small dark figure appeared from the depths of a bookshelf. It was a little girl with a double ponytail, still wearing a red dress in the late fall of November, and stepping into a pair of shiny little red leather shoes.

That clattering sound just now was the sound of leather shoes on the ground.

"Ghost ...... Ghost! Ghost!"

The cleric cowered behind Tang Mo in fear.

But Tang Mo is also afraid!

...... It s not even a question of being cool or not, what the fuck is running over a mosaic!

By size, the little girl in the red dress looked like she was only seven or eight years old. She was wearing a delicate little dress, little shoes, even the little school bag on her back was a Disney pink Minnie model, incomparably detailed, and looked no different from a real person. The only thing was her face, that was covered with a thick layer of mosaic.

No eyebrows, no eyes, no nose, no mouth.

Only the mosaic.

Tang Mo clenched his teeth and suppressed the desire to beat this little girl to death with a stick that surged up in the bottom of his heart.

"Brother, have you seen my book?"

No matter how clear and nice the voice is, looking at this face, Tang Mo only feels creepy.

Tang Mo, with a cold face and a deadly stare at the little girl, did not answer.

The little girl asked again, "Brother, have you seen my book?"

Although this little girl looks very weak, Tang Mo should be able to subdue her very easily. However, given that this place was too weird, and the little girl had a mosaic face and was clearly not a real person, Tang Mo didn't dare to move casually and could only cooperate. He pursed his lips, and after a moment, he tried his best to show a smile that looked kind, "Little friend, what book have you lost?"

"Brother, you have an ugly smile."

Tang Mo: "......"

Little girl: "I lost my book, brother can you help me find it? Mom is so annoying, I hate reading books, but she bought me so many books, those books are so hard to read, but if I lose them, mom will be so angry. Mom will kill me if the book is gone. Brother, can you help me find the book?"

Tang Mo no longer fake smiles on purpose: "Who's mom?"

"Mom is mom, brother, and you're weird."

The clergyman issued a trembling voice from behind him, "You can t find the book, mommy ...... mommy will kill you?"

"Yeah, mommy gets mad. It's scary when Mommy gets mad."

The clergyman added, "That's not killing anyone, is it?"

The little girl tilted her head, and the right side of her ponytail fell down, landing on the mosaic face. Somehow Tang Mo thinks that without the mosaic, the little girl would be smiling right now. She was looking at herself and the godly man with a pair of dark eyes, and then she said, "Hee hee hee hee, but if my brother doesn't help me find the book, I'm going to kill him, too."

A bucket of ice water poured from head to toe, Tang Mo pursed her lips and glared at the mosaic of little girls.

After a moment, he asked faintly, "Do you remember what book it was? I'll help you look for it."

"Hmmm ......" the little girl shook her head, her ponytail swaying from side to side as if she was trying to think. She "hmmm'd" for a long time, "I can't remember!"

Tang Mo had guessed that this would be the answer.

Suddenly, the little girl said sharply, "Ah, it's time to go to school. If I'm late, the teacher will kill me. I'll go first, brother, you have to help me look for books well." Saying that, she carried her little book bag and ran into the depths of the bookshelves again.

The little girl is gone and this spooky game is officially on.

Tang Mo and the Godstalker were originally hiding at the service desk, not going out to touch the little girl. The moment the little girl disappeared, the computer belonging to Tang Mo at the service desk suddenly lit up and the two walked over to it.

On the blue background of the computer, a text emerged, clearly a diary entry.

Tang Mo read it out, "November 15, sunny. I lost the book Mom bought! Mommy will kill me!"

Shenanigans: "Changed! The word changed! November 16th, cloudy. I hid it from my mom, who still doesn't know the book is gone. Where is the book, where is the book. Mom will really kill me!"

The text on the computer screen changed again.

Tang Mo read, "November 17th, cloudy. Mom seems to have noticed, did she?" The text changes and he continues to read, "November 18th, rain. Hee hee hee ...... mom really killed me la."

Tang Mo and the godly man fell silent.

"...... Are we really going to die?" Shenmue muttered.

Tang Mo looks to the Godstalker.

Libraries are boring, with all sorts of people every day. During breaks they would occasionally chat about the oddballs they had seen today. The God's Bastard is one of the oddballs. He doesn't seem to have a job, and he comes to the library every day to read books, and he's always in a daze. Xiao Zhao said that the God Stick was dumped by his girlfriend in the past and became psychopathic, and only became like this now.

In the minds of them, the staff, the Godbearer was just a very strange person, funny and pathetic.

Now the look on the goddam's face as he looked at Tang Mo was truly pitiful.

Tang Mo can tell he's scared. In fact, he was also afraid, but what they needed at this time was not fear. Tang Mo thought about it, but still answered honestly, "Maybe it will really die."

The cleric's eyes widened in despair.

Tang Mo : "Wait, the text on the computer changed again. Being an obedient and understanding little girl, Mosaic ...... " Tang Mo's expression twisted for a moment as she continued to read, "Mosaic has only one flaw, and that is she doesn't like to read books. Mommy hates little girls who don't like books, especially little girls who throw them away themselves and lie about them being stolen. But mommy doesn't realize that Mosaic didn't lie, she didn't throw away the book, the devil stole it."

Tang Mo frowned at the word "demon."

"Demons hate books. Demons are illiterate, why should they read, only those birds with wings can read okay. The unlucky demon was caught by an angel when he stole the book, and instead of burning the book of all evils, he secretly hid it in a library. However, the shelves in the library all looked exactly the same, and after the angel left, the foolish demon was so dumbfounded that he let out an angry roar-"

"These damn books!"

As Tang Mo finished reading this text, a bright child's voice suddenly rang out in the library.

"Ding Dong! The confrontation game 'Who the hell stole my book' is officially open. During the game--"

"First, violence is prohibited."

"Second, angels can get a message about books during the day."

"Third, the devil can burn any bookshelf at night."

"O wise and kind angel, in three days, Mosaic is going to be killed by her angry mother. Can you bear to see such a sweet little girl die?"

Tang Mo: "......"

She's cute my ass!!!