The Earth is Online Chapter 5:
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The mosaic walked up and down, but the hints left were stranger than one.
Tang Mo took a deep breath and resisted the desire to kill the mosaic girl.
It is now “daytime”, the demon disappears, and the angel can move around casually. Having been in this strange place for several hours, Tang Mo and Shen Bang are no longer so nervous. The two walked to the burnt bookshelf with explosion-proof sticks. Tang Mo squatted down to take a closer look at the burnt bookshelves.
There are twenty-three bookshelves on the third floor of the library. This time the ninth bookshelf from the front desk was burned.
This is a type I bookshelf. Most of the books are on geography, including travel books, geography books at home and abroad, and some religious books. Now they are all burned to ashes. The wooden bookshelf was burned to charcoal and lay dark on the ground, but the books were piled into black and gray hills. Tang Mo reached out his hand and touched the black and gray.
“Not hot.”
The **** stick looked at him: “Not hot?”
Tang Mo nodded: “Well, although according to Tong Sheng, it has been all night since the bookshelf was burned, it ’s possible that it ’s not hot. But for our own time flow, only half an hour passed Let ’s not talk about how to burn such a large bookshelf and more than 10,000 books on it in half an hour. It means that these ash are not hot … The common sense of human beings can no longer be explained. “
The **** stick said of course: “This is burned by the devil, and of course it cannot be explained by science.”
What happened to them is beyond the scope of theoretical science, and the occurrence of a few more things is also more lice and not afraid of itching.
The **** stick is obviously more concerned about the problem of finding a book. He swallowed in fear: “What did the little girl say just now, do you want to tell us that the book she lost was known by the angel? Tang Mo, what do you have? Do you know the book? “After a pause, the **** stick added:” I know there are too many books. I have been reading in your library for almost a year. I have read all the books. “
Tang Mo is not in a hurry: “The book entry project on the third floor has always been my responsibility, and I know more than you.”
The **** stick looked at him like this, and he slipped big sweat beads on his head: “What can I do? This is the next day.”
Tang Mo did not answer the **** stick, he walked around the pile of black and gray. The **** stick kept talking in his mouth. He roughly recalled what the little girl said when he appeared, but found no definitive evidence. He anxiously said: “Tang Mo, what can I do!”
“Don’t worry.” Tang Mo crouched in front of the ashes of the bookshelf and looked up at the **** stick. The “sunlight” outside the window shone on his face. He smiled slightly and said, “What’s more important now … Why should the demon burn this bookshelf?”
The **** stick froze.
Twenty-three bookshelves. According to common sense, the probability of a demon burning a book is three-thirds. The premise is that the angel did not find the book in advance.
The **** stick thought for a while and explained: “The boy said that the devil ca n’t remember in which shelf she hid the book, so he should have burned it casually.”
Tang Mo casually said: “Maybe.”
The **** stick is inserted into his hair with his hands: “Let ’s find the book quickly, we wo n’t find it again, and it will really be finished. The books I read recently are all on this shelf and …” His face was a bit ugly, “and this burnt bookshelf. Tang Mo, how about you?”
Tang Mo stood up: “I read too many books, every day I have to sort out your random books.”
The divine stick looks dignified. He looked at the books on the shelf next to him for a while, while looking at the ashes on the ground. He seemed to be a real neuropath, whispering in his mouth, repeating what the little girl said.
In fact, it is possible for other normal people to encounter such a situation, seeing so many things like ghosts and gods, and being forced into a neuropathy.
Tang Mo put his hand in the ashes and took out a pile of ashes. He glanced at the magic stick that was pacing back and forth. After a moment, he suddenly remembered: “I have sorted out a few bookshelves recently. About three days ago, the director asked me to sort out the H-type bookshelves.” /
The foot of the **** stick stopped suddenly, and he looked at Tang Mo: “Three days ago? The time is so close, maybe this is the place!”
But the two of them walked in front of the Class H bookshelf and were dumbfounded again.
“There are more than 12,000 books on the H-type bookshelf.” Tang Mo probably said a number.
The **** stick asked calmly: “What kind of book is found? If we take all the books on the H-type bookshelf, as long as the correct one is taken out, will it be considered a book?”
This is not introduced by the rules of the game. The game only says that angels can get a hint during the day, and demons can burn books at night. If you find the correct book directly to Mosaic, you must be able to complete the task. But if only the correct book is taken out of the shelf, will it also count as a success?
Tang Mo did not think of this plan, he said: “If we seize more than 10,000 books, we may be able to take all these books out of the bookshelf once in two hours.”
Just do it.
The **** stick looks excitedly and fetches books quickly, and Tang Mo fetches books honestly. They are divided into two paths and complete their tasks on both sides of the bookshelf. Time passed by one minute and one second, but when night fell, Tang Mo had just taken out a Qing Dynasty history book. He wanted to touch the next book again, but found that he couldn’t take the book out of the shelf. .
In front of the darkness, the **** stick said in horror: “I can’t get the book.”
Tang Mo pressed his lips: “I can’t take it out.”
The two felt the bookshelf and walked all the way back to the service desk, lighting the only lamp that could be turned on.
In the dim and dim light, Tang Mo and Shen Bang were sitting on the ground against the table, looking intently at the direction of the Class H bookshelf not far away. They could not see anything in the darkness at this moment, but they knew that within two hours, a bookshelf would be burned. At that time, the fire was so high that they could clearly see everything in the library.
In such a tense and depressed time, the time passes extremely slowly, and the seconds are like years.
The eyes of the **** stick were covered with bloodshot eyes. He seemed like a tramp who had not slept for three days. His lips were chapped and his hair was covered with snowflake-like dandruff. Only the hands were washed very cleanly, and the nails were well trimmed, as if to preserve the final dignity of the owner.
The second night is from 23:52 normal time to 1:52 the next day. The hour hand of the clock on the wall of the library clicked and went to the zero position.
“We have known each other for a year.”
The **** stick turned his head violently, like a frightened little animal, looking at the place where it made a noise when there was wind and grass.
After a long time, the tense back of the magic stick relaxed, he seemed to remember something, looked down at the edge of the ground illuminated by the light, and said softly: “There are more than thirty days, just It’s been a year. “
Tang Mo ’s eyes were still looking at the darkness, his mouth raised, and he said, “Your borrowing card is one year old. Unfortunately, looking at this situation, you may not need it in the future. But we are on the third floor of our library. You should have finished reading mystery and religion books? “
“It’s almost like it would have been finished in two days.”
“That’s a pity.”
None of them spoke again.
For a long time, the **** stick said: “I know that you often say that I am a neuropath in the back. There are really many things in this world that cannot be explained by science. Before, you did n’t believe me, and I thought that every day I said these are crazy. But today we encountered this, can you explain it with science? “
Tang Mo was silent for a moment: “Unable to explain.”
The **** stick said: “That’s right. God is really coming, the age of God has come. Our prophet, our holy teacher, he has never abandoned us. Those black towers came to earth, they It is the true manifestation of God. You and I have been chosen by it. It used to be Jesus, once Shakyamuni, it is now displayed as the black tower. We have the opportunity to be its twelve disciples, follow it, we You can get real salvation. “
Tang Mo smiled and said: “Then are you still afraid of it?”
Magic stick: “…”
That’s what happened to Tian Liao Die.
Since the **** stick thinks that what they are facing is now given by the black tower, which is the manifestation of God in his heart, why is he still afraid? He should be happy.
The two didn’t talk anymore. Fortunately, this “night” was not long. Ten minutes into the last night, there was a loud bang, and a bookshelf ignited a blaze, reflecting the ceiling of the library red.
Tang Mo narrowed his eyes.
The **** stick also jumped up from the ground suddenly, and said in horror: “It is a class H bookshelf! That is a class H bookshelf !!!”
On the third day, the little girl changed a little black skirt and jumped out of the bookshelf. Instead of carrying a small school bag this time, she carried a small basket with a variety of delicious food in it. When she passed the two burnt bookshelves, she didn’t even look at them, and ran straight to Tang Mo and Shen Bang.
Mosaic hummed angrily: “What about my book?”
Tang Mo didn’t answer, but asked her: “Don’t you go to school today?”
The little girl ’s expression was hidden under a thick mosaic, but her excited and joyful voice was violent | revealing her excitement at the moment: “I am going to go on an autumn tour today. I like autumn tour the most, on the vast grassland, There are little sheep, little white rabbits, little kangaroos. They are so big, so big. “The little girl spread her arms and made every effort to draw a size. She swallowed. “The thighs of the little sheep are the best. The eyes of the little white rabbit are like sugar balls. The kangaroos are hard to eat, but my mother likes them. I will help her bake them and bring them back.”
The **** stick was already pale, and after listening to the little girl, it was even more terrifying.
Tang Mo turned to look at him: “Mr. Chen, you seem to be in a bad spirit?”
The **** stick asked him: “Are n’t you afraid? The devil knows what we are doing during the day. He deliberately burned the H-type bookshelf. Fortunately, the book is not on that shelf, otherwise we might have failed.” /
The little girl suddenly changed her face: “My book!”
Tang Mo looked at her: “Did you remember anything about books today?”
The little girl didn’t mobilize “contempt from the mosaic” anymore, she cast Tang Mo’s eyes on Tang Mo with her eyes hidden under the mosaic.
“Why are angels so stupid as demons? I know. Actually you want my book, right? That abominable demon, he already knew that book, he knew that my book was worth a million dollars! But my mother bought me a birthday gift. He came to steal my book on purpose. He knew long ago that my book was sent by my mother, and my mother would get angry if you don’t see it. Do you not want to help me find a book? “
The little girl suddenly pulled a huge match from the basket.
“Do you not want to help me find a book at all!”
“Ding Dong! The angel gets the prompt three,” Aren’t friends looking for books? Are you dying, friends? “
The little girl threw the basket fiercely, holding the match with the size of her head, and stepped towards Tang Mo and the **** stick step by step.
Tang Mo looked down at her, and when she walked in, she said weirdly: “So I hate children the most, especially those who love pranks.”
The little girl ’s footsteps stopped abruptly. She seemed to be poking her feet and said hurriedly: “I ’ve never been mischievous! I hate mischief most! Who, who said I was mischievous? No pranks, none of them I did. I am an obedient little girl! “
Tang Mo didn’t answer.
The **** stick looked nervously at him: “Tang Mo?” How dare you anger her?
After repeating “I’m never mischievous, I’m a good girl”, the little girl raised her mosaic face again and raised a huge match: “You don’t help me find a book at all!”
When she said this, Tang Mo had walked to a bookshelf. He pulled a book out of the G-type bookshelf and looked at the little girl: “Well, you never prank, you just set fire to kill.”
The little girl hurriedly hid the match behind her.
Tang Mo shook the secret of the disappearance of Maya civilization in his hand: “Isn’t this found?”