Chapter 4: Disdain from the mosaic.

Tang Mo looked around, there was no one else in the quiet library, much less the so-called angels and demons.

"Mr. Chen, why don't you turn off the computer for me, and I'll go see if I can still get books from the shelves now."

The cleric nodded and clicked the mouse to close the computer.

Tang Mo's gaze swept over the godly man's right hand holding the mouse as he strided over to the bookshelf, pulled out a book, and put it back. "Now look at the situation we can still just take books from the bookshelf, so let me make sure ...... Mr. Chen, did you hear that voice?"

A little confused, the cleric asked, "You mean the voice that told us to help the little girl find the book or she would die?"

Tang Mo nodded softly as the two sat down in the chairs at the service counter, and he said, "So far, it looks like we're in the Angel camp." With that, Tang Mo extended his right hand. The Divine Cleric padded over to take a look and reacted at once, hurriedly extending his own right hand, which also had a pattern of angel feathers on the back of it.

"Ah, I have that too."

Almost as soon as the child's voice uttered the word "angel", Tang Mo realized that such a tattoo had been added to the back of her right hand. It was obvious that Tang Mo belonged to the angel camp. Most of the people in China were right-handed, and he had just asked Tang Mo to help him turn off the computer because he wanted to know Tang Mo's camp without alerting the police.

But since the magi are angels, the problem is even worse.

The cleric had obviously thought of this as well, "We're both angels, so who's the devil?"

This library looks exactly like the one Tang Mo works in, and Tang Mo opens his drawer and takes a piece of gum out of it. He chews the gum slowly and offers a piece to Shenanigans as well, frowning and tapping his fingers rhythmically on the desk.

"The first possibility, demons are not like us, demons are not human. That voice should have something to do with the Black Tower, let's just assume for now that this game is the one the Black Tower talked about three days ago. The Black Tower is some kind of unknown creature, and the demons, like the Black Tower, are not human, they are just our opponents set out by the Black Tower."

This makes complete sense to the godmodder, "So now in the library we don't find anyone else, just the two of us, because demons don't exist."

Tang Mo nodded, "Well, that's true. But that's the better case scenario. There is a second possibility, that the demons are also human."

The cleric nervously gripped his blaster rod, "He's hiding?"

Tang Mo's eyes casually swept over the godly man's hand gripping the blaster rod for a moment before he smiled and said, "It's possible."

An unknown adversary is always more terrifying than a known danger.

Tang Mo and the God Stalker split up into two groups. The God Stalker, who is a bit thicker than Tang Mo, will look for the demon that may be hiding in the library, while Tang Mo will go to the first and second floors of the library to take a look.

Originally, the clergyman was too scared to do this kind of thing alone, but Tang Mo said, "The voice said that violence was forbidden."

That being said, the Godstalker was still a bit of a wimp, his legs trembling as he searched for someone, and he couldn't even hold a blaster.

But within a minute Tang Mo came back. His face was a little hard: "I can't get down the stairs."

"Huh?"

"There are two ways to get down from the third floor, the first is to take the staff elevator and the second is to go down the stairs. I just took the stairs first, but there seemed to be an invisible wall at the top of the stairs preventing me from going through. Then I went back to the staff elevator, which didn't start and there was no way to get down."

The cleric's brain spun, "It means we can only move freely on the third floor, so wouldn't that make the book we're looking for on the third floor?"

Tang Mo also thinks so, but the scope of the books is limited to the third floor if ......

The God's Cleric's face also became very ugly all of a sudden, his head turned stiffly and his voice trembled slightly, "On the third floor of your library, how many bookshelves are there in total?"

"Twenty-three."

The cleric's eyes widened, "Why so little!"

Tang Mo is also helpless.

How is that up to him?

A few months ago, Director Wang did not know what kind of madness, said to learn from the experience of modern libraries in the West, remodeling their own libraries, starting from the third floor of the remodeling. The Suzhou Library has a history of several decades, and is no different from other city libraries in that all the facilities inside are old. After Director Wang remodeled the third floor, he replaced all of the original hundred or so bookshelves and bought twenty-three large bookshelves that were connected together.

Many readers have complained that this kind of bookshelf is not convenient to walk around, and Director Wang has already planned to change the bookshelf again next year. Unfortunately, I'm afraid he won't have the chance to change the bookshelf again in his life.

It would have been beneficial to Tang Mo and the Godstalkers if the range of books had been limited to the third floor of the library. Although Tang Mo was a library employee, she had always worked on the third floor, and the Godstalker's favorite books were books on the occult and religion, which were all on the third floor. Both of them were most familiar with the third floor of the library.

But as soon as there were fewer bookshelves, it was easier for demons to burn books. The probability of burning the right book increases by a large percentage.

While both of them were fretting, the familiar footsteps clattered again from the depths of the bookshelves. Upon seeing the little mosaic girl, Tang Mo was already powerless to spit out where on earth she had changed from. The little girl held a small rice bowl in her hand, tied a piggy bib around her neck, and ran over with a huff and a puff.

"Have you found my book yet?"

The cleric shook his head in frustration, "We haven't started looking yet."

The little girl said angrily, "I can't believe you guys haven't looked for it yet? It was so hard for me to sneak out to look for you guys when the teacher wasn't looking and during dinner. The first day is almost over, I'm going home after the afternoon class, if mom finds out then it's over."

Tang Mo said, "Do you have any clues, does anything come to mind a little bit about that book?"

The little girl shook her double ponytail, "Can't think of anything."

The cleric said sharply, "Weren't you going to give us a clue?"

The little girl suddenly said, "Ah, I remember, I found this feather in my room this morning. Yes, it's the devil's feather! I knew it, surely it wasn't me who lost the book, it was that damned devil, he stole my book! They demons are all bad guys who love to cheat people the most. I hate demons the most. Darn demon, I'm going to catch him, break his wings off, and then put them in the popcorn machine and fry them into my favorite popcorn!"

The little girl handed a black feather into Tang Mo's hand and bounced away again.

"Ding Dong! Angel gets tip one 'Devil's Feather'."

Tang Mo: "......"

Shenanigans: "......"

A few moments later, Tang Mo : "...... That's our cue?"

The cleric was also a bit confused. He thought for a moment, "Does this feather serve some other purpose?"

Tang Mo touched the feather, and held it in the air for a couple more shakes. It seemed like an ordinary feather, with no semblance of magical powers, and as Tang Mo struggled to try out the magical powers it concealed, it just stayed peacefully as it was, in a silent mockery.

The light suddenly disappeared at this time.

The cleric screamed in terror.

The entire library instantly sank into darkness, Tang Mo's heart skipped a beat, just as he stood next to the service desk, he subconsciously turned on the old desk lamp on the table. With a click, the faint yellow light dimly illuminated the one-meter area around the service desk, surrounding both Tang Mo and the godman.

Tang Mo stares without blinking at the bookshelves shrouded in darkness.

Tang Mo held back his nerves and tried to turn on the other lights. He found that except for the lamp on the service desk table, all the other lamps could not be turned on. The two of them sat down on the floor, close to the desk.

In this infinite darkness, the fear became even more obvious. In the entire third floor of the library, there was only this little bit of dim light, and the light couldn't shine anywhere else. It was as if there was a huge beast hiding in the darkness, as long as they took a step outside they would be mercilessly devoured into their stomachs.

"Did you hear something!" The cleric moved a few moments closer to Tang Mo in fear.

Tang Mo's scalp also tingled a bit at his comment, and he listened intently for a moment, "No, I didn't hear that."

Shenanigans swallowed, "Why is this sky suddenly dark ......"

Tang Mo thought of the nursery rhyme sung at the beginning of the child s voice: "Three days and three nights without talking, angels and demons want it. Angels can get a hint during the day, demons can burn a bookshelf at night ...... Are day and night in this game different from our flow of time?"

The cleric was too scared to think at all.

Tang Mo struggled to calm down, "It was two hours."

"What?"

"That game started at 17:52, it's now 19:58, two hours is a day."

Shenanigans: "You have such a good memory?!"

The cleric vaguely remembered that the child's voice did seem to speak of a time before he sang the ballad. But at that time, he was so scared, how could he pay attention to that time, let alone memorize it. Tang Mo actually memorized it?

In fact, Tang Mo was also surprised, and he also realized that his memory seemed to be surprisingly good now. For example, he remembered that Minnie on the little girl's pink school bag was wearing a yellow bow and holding a pink lollipop in her hand.

When did his memory get so good?

There's no time to think about that now.

Tang Mo calmly said, "For the time being, assume that two hours is one day, the nursery rhyme says that if you don't talk for three days and three nights, the little girl will die even after three days. So ...... this 'night' is presumed to be two hours as well, and during the 'night' the demons will come out and burn the bookshelves."

For the next few moments, Tang Mo and the Divine Bastard stared wide-eyed and deadpan at the blackened twenty-three bookshelves.

Though they knew the game prohibited violence, this fear of the unknown swept over the two, and they didn't dare relax their tight grip on the blaster rod as a sort of psychological comfort.

Yet an hour and a half had passed and they had seen no one, nor had they seen the burning bookshelves.

Shenanigans: "Is there really a devil?"

Tang Mo pursed her lips, her gaze flickering over the Godstalker, "There should be."

"Then how come he hasn't burned the bookshelves yet?"

Tang Mo leaned against the desk at the service counter and said meaningfully, "I'd also like to know why he hasn't burned the bookshelves by now."

The clergyman did not understand his words, Tang Mo, however, had already turned his head, gripping the blaster stick tightly and looking at the clergyman, his gaze deep: "Mr. Chen, why do you think the devil has not burned ...... until now"

"Boom!"

A loud explosion slammed through the library.

Tang Mo's eyes widened as he looked towards the place where the explosion rang out, only to see that in an instant, the flames were enormous and the blazing fire engulfed the seventh row of bookshelves. The huge flames looked terrifying in the library, and the firelight illuminated everything. Tang Mo and the God Stick were staring at that place till the beginning, but until the flames were extinguished, they didn't see anyone emerge from there.

The next day, the little girl came bouncing along again with that Minnie book bag on her back.

"You haven't found my book yet? Mommy is visiting Uncle Mole's house today, and I had a hard time hiding it from her, and she hasn't found out yet that my book has been stolen. I can't hide it from mommy, she's bound to find out, when will you guys help me find my book?"

Tang Mo's face went a little pale as he rubbed his temples, "Did you remember any clues about that book today?"

The little girl was very upset and said, "I told you, I don't remember, I don't remember, I don't remember, I don't remember, I don't remember, I don't remember, I don't remember!"

Tang Mo reminded, "This is the second day."

The little girl didn't say another word once those words fell out, but Tang Mo could feel that underneath the layer after layer of mosaic, the little girl should be looking at herself with very odd eyes. She said, "You're an angel, you've read so many books, of course you know that book. I'm not an angel, I hate reading books, how could I know the clues to a book. Obviously you're the one who knows!"

"Ding Dong! Angel gets prompt two 'Despise from Mosaic'."

Tang Mo: "......"