Chapter 3: Mom will kill me!

Those who did not believe in The black tower were just watching from the beginning. They believed it was a high-tech government research project that would not harm them. The government can't harm people, can it? Even if something were to happen, the leaders are still human beings, and even if the sky were to fall, the people above them would be responsible for it.

Those who believed in The black tower were terrified to the core when the third day came.

"What a game! What is elimination! We want a say!"

"Saying! Explain!"

"It is something that must be given an explanation!"

The march grew to block the centre of Suzhou, with a few fishermen in the midst trying to see if they could get something out of it. Despite all the warnings from the armed police, they refused to leave because of their numbers, and surrounded the white wall to the death, even threatening to break through.

Such scenarios occur all over the world.

China was a very good country, very stable before The black tower, with a strong sense of cohesion and control. In some poor and small countries, especially those with weak governments, the "The black tower dangerists" took over the government on the first day.

"The black tower is the God who will lead us to a new century. The black tower century is coming, my great and only Lord, give us the power of new life!"

"Give us strength!"

Thousands of people knelt in front of The black tower, yearning for a better new century.

Tang Mo was not aware of these things.

He was clutching a black blast stick in his hand, and even with his thin clothing, his forehead was already covered in a fine sweat. The deceptively clear child's voice sang the rhyme, and when he had finished, his ethereal, high voice echoed long and hard in the empty library.

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

The clergyman had long been paralyzed with fear, his disheveled hair blocking his eyes, and when Tang Mo looked at him, all he could see was a pair of eyes shaking with fear. So frightened that he couldn't even speak, the godman crawled backwards in fear, cowering all the way to the wall, holding his head and shivering, "What is that ...... thing ......"

Tang Mo has no idea.

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 something big happens. Tang Mo is just the opposite.

Tang Mo is by nature an extremely sensible person. His parents were in a car accident together five years ago, when he was just starting university, and anyone else would have been devastated. Tang Mo handled the funerals of both of them in an orderly manner, crying alone until it was all over, and then began to think about his future.

And since his heart beat faster and he developed a sense of agitation two days ago, he found himself becoming more calm than ever.

Tang Mo holds a blasting stick in his right hand, takes a thick, large book from the G shelf to use as a shield and walks to the window.

Outside the window is a borderless white.

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

Tang Mo's grip on his blasting stick tightened a few notches as he looked calm, but he was constantly on the alert for movement around him, ready to strike back at any moment with every bookcase he walked past.

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

"We're not in Suzhou anymore."

The clergyman sat in the corner and looked at Tang Mo with a frightened look on his face.

Tang Mo hates to say the answer, but he says stiffly, "We're surrounded by a blank space, but this is really a library. It's probably similar to a library being moved out of nowhere into a big blank room. I've been working here for a year and when I walked past the desk just now I looked and my colleague's water glass was still on the table, exactly like the library."

Not alone, after all, the godly man listened to Tang Mo talk a lot and gathered the courage to stand up. He looked around and suddenly said, "Ah, here's the book I snuck in here last week!"

Tang Mo followed the direction of his finger.

"I was afraid that someone would borrow this book and hide it in the gap between these two bookshelves."

Tang Mo: "......"

So it was you who did all that!

Tang Mo is the librarian and the Godsend is a regular visitor, and both have confirmed 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 blasting stick. Everything was unknown now, and having the God Stick with the blasting stick would protect him from himself and give him an extra hand if the two were in any danger.

The two had just reached the service desk when suddenly a clatter of footsteps came from the depths of the third floor near the bookshelves.

Tang Mo's eyes widened in horror and a cold sweat ran down his back.

He'd just been there and there was no one there! Who were these footsteps?

The two men gripped their blasting sticks and stared cautiously ahead, their backs against the wall. The sound ran closer and closer, still very irregularly, much like a child bouncing across the floor. Thirty seconds later, a small dark figure appeared from deep within the bookcase. It was a little girl with twin ponytails, still wearing a red dress and a pair of shiny little red leather shoes in the late autumn of November.

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

"Ghosts ...... ghosts! Ghost!"

The magi cowered behind Tang Mo in fear.

But Tang Mo is scared too!

...... It's not even a matter of being cool, what the hell is a Mosaic doing here!

By her size, the little girl in the red dress looks only about seven or eight years old. She looks indistinguishable from a real person in her delicate little dress, her little shoes and even the little school bag on her back, which is a Disney pink Minnie model, incredibly detailed. Only her face, that was covered in a thick layer of Mosaic.

There are no eyebrows, no eyes, no nose and no mouth.

Only Mosaic.

Tang Mo gritted her teeth and suppressed the desire to beat the little girl to death with a stick that was welling up in her heart.

"Brother, have you seen my book?"

No matter how crisp and clear the voice is, Tang Mo's face gives her the creeps.

Tang Mo's face was cold as he stared at the little girl with a deadly stare, not answering.

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

Although the little girl looked very soft, it should have been very easy for Tang Mo to subdue her. But given the weirdness of this place and the fact that the little girl had a Mosaic face and was obviously not a real person, Tang Mo dared not make any sudden moves and had to cooperate. He pursed his lips for a moment and then tried to smile as kindly as he could, "What book have you lost, little one?"

"Brother, you have such an ugly smile."

Tang Mo: "......"

Little girl: "I've lost my book, can you help me find it, brother? Mummy is so annoying, I hate reading books, but she buys me so many books, they are so hard to read, but if I lose them mummy will be very angry. Mum will kill me if the book is gone. Brother, can you help me find the book?"

Tang Mo stopped faking a smile on purpose: "Who's Mum?"

"Mum is mum, brother, you're weird."

The godfather's trembling voice from behind, "You can't find the book, Mama ...... Mama will kill you?"

"Yeah, mummy gets very angry. It's scary when mum gets angry."

The magus added, "That's not so much killing, is it?"

The little girl tilts her head and her ponytail falls down on the right side of her face, landing on the Mosaic. Somehow Tang Mo felt that without this Mosaic, the little girl would be smiling right now. She was looking at herself and the Magi with dark eyes, and then she said, "Hee hee hee, but if my brother doesn't help me find the book, I'll kill my brother, too."

A bucket of ice water pours from head to toe as Tang Mo purses her lips and stares at the little Mosaic girl.

A moment later, he asked faintly, "Do you remember what book it was? I'll find it for you."

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

Tang Mo had already guessed that this would be the answer.

Suddenly, the little girl said urgently, "Ah, it's time to go to school. If I'm late, the teacher will kill me. I'll go first, brother, so you have to help me find my books." With that, she carried her little schoolbag and ran deep into the bookshelf once again.

The little girl is gone, but the spooky game is officially on.

Tang Mo and the Godsend were originally hiding at the service desk and did not go 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 emerges, obviously a diary.

Tang Mo read it out: "15 November, sunny. I've lost the book Mum bought! Mum will kill me!"

The Magi: "It's changed! The word has changed! November 16, cloudy. I hid it from my mother, who didn't know the book was missing. Where's the book, where's the book. Mum is really going to kill me!"

The text on the computer screen changes again.

Tang Mo read, "November 17, cloudy. Mum seems to have found out, did she?" The text changes and he continues to read, "November 18, rain. Hee hee hee ...... Mum has really killed me."

Tang Mo and the magi both fell silent.

"...... Are we really going to die?" The Godsend muttered.

Tang Mo looks to the magi.

The library is a boring place to work, with all sorts of people on a daily basis. During breaks they would occasionally chat about the oddball they had seen today. The odd man out is the odd man out. He doesn't seem to have a job and comes to the library every day to read a book. Little Zhao said that the godman had been dumped by his girlfriend and had become a psychopath, which is why he was like this.

In the minds of them, the staff, the gods and goddesses are just strange people, funny and pathetic.

The look on Tang Mo's face now is truly pathetic.

Tang Mo could see that he was scared. In fact, he was scared too, but at this time they needed more than fear. Tang Mo thought about it and answered honestly, "Maybe it's true that I'll die."

The magi stared in despair.

Tang Mo: "Wait a minute, the text on the computer has changed again. Being a good little girl, Mosaic ......" Tang Mo's expression twisted for a moment as she continued reading: " Mosaic has only one fault, and that is that she doesn't like to read. Mummy hates little girls who don't like books, especially those who throw them away and lie about them being stolen. But little did Mosaic know that she hadn't lied, she hadn't thrown away the book, the devil had stolen 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 evil book, he secretly hid it in a library. However the shelves of the library all looked exactly the same and after the angel left, the foolish demon was dumbfounded and he let out an angry roar -"

"These damn books!"

As Tang Mo finished reading the passage, 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."

"Secondly, 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 will be killed by her angry mother. Can you bear to see such a sweet little girl die?"

Tang Mo: "......"

She's cute my ass!!!

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Author's Comment.

The black tower: Can you bear to see such a cute little girl die?

Tang Mo: I can't help it!