Chapter 5: Tang Mo : Isn't this found?

Mosaic bounces off, leaving behind one odd tip after another.

Tang Mo took a deep breath and resisted the urge to beat the little Mosaic girl to death.

It is now 'daylight', the demons have disappeared and the angels are free to walk around. Having been in this strange place for a few hours, Tang Mo and the magi were less nervous and apprehensive. The two of them walk over to the burnt bookshelf with the blasting stick and Tang Mo squats down to take a closer look at the burnt shelf.

There are twenty-three bookshelves on the third floor of the library and this time the one that was burned was the ninth shelf counting from the service desk forward.

This was the Class I bookshelf, on which were mostly books on geography, encompassing national and international travel books, books on geography, and some books on religion, all of which were now burnt to ashes. The wooden bookshelves were burnt to charcoal and lay black on the floor, while the books were piled up into mountains of black ash. Tang Mo reached out his hand and touched the black ashes.

"It's not hot."

The magus looked to him, "Not hot?"

Tang Mo nodded: "Well, although according to the child's voice, a whole night has passed since this bookshelf was burned and it's possible that it's not hot. But for our own time flow, only half an hour has passed. Not to mention how a bookshelf of this size and over 10,000 books on it were burned clean in half an hour, let's just say that these remaining ashes are surprisingly not hot ...... human common sense can no longer explain."

The magi rightfully said, "It's burned by the devil, so of course it can't be explained by science."

What happened to them was beyond the realm of theoretical science, and a few more would have been too many ticks.

The magus, obviously more concerned about finding the book, swallowed fearfully, "Is what the little girl just said trying to tell us that the book she lost is known to angels? Tang Mo, do you have any books that you know about?" After a pause, the godly man added, "I know so many books, I've been reading in your library for almost a year now, I've glanced at every book."

Tang Mo was in no hurry: "I've always been in charge of the book project on the third floor, and I definitely know more than you do."

Beads of sweat slid down his head as the magus looked at him like this, "What should we do then? It's the second day."

Tang Mo did not reply to the cleric's words as he walked around the pile of black ash. The clergyman's mouth kept chattering as he recalled in general terms what the little girl had said when she appeared, but he could not find any conclusive evidence, and he said anxiously, " Tang Mo, what is to be done!"

"Easy." Tang Mo crouched down in front of the ashes of the bookshelf and looked up at the cleric. The sunlight from the window shone on his face and he smiled slightly as he said, "What's more important now is ...... why did the demon burn this bookshelf?"

The clergyman froze for a moment.

With twenty-three bookshelves, the probability of a demon burning the right book is, by common sense, three out of twenty-three. The premise is that the angel did not find the book in advance.

The magus thought for a moment and explained, "The boy voice said the demon couldn't remember which shelf he hid the book in, so he must have burned it randomly."

Tang Mo said casually, "Maybe."

The God Stick stuck his hands in his hair: "Let's just hurry up and find the books, if we don't find them again, we'll really be done for, right? All the books I've been reading lately are in this bookshelf and ......" There was a pause, and the Godman blushed a little, "and this burned out bookshelf. Tang Mo, what about you?"

Tang Mo stood up, "I read too many books, and every day I have to sort through the books you have left lying around."

The godly man looked grave. For a moment he looked at the books on the shelf next to him, while looking at the ashes on the floor. He seemed like a real psychopath, muttering under his breath, repeating all the things the little girl had said.

In fact, if any other normal person were to encounter such a situation and see so many ghost-like things, it is possible to be driven into a psychotic state.

Tang Mo reached his hand into the ashes and held a pile of ash out. He turned his head to look at the godly man pacing back and forth, and after a moment, suddenly remembered, "I did sort out a few bookshelves recently. It was about three days ago that the director asked me to sort through the H shelves."

The magus's footsteps stopped for a moment as he looked to Tang Mo: "Three days ago? The time is so close, maybe this is the place!"

But the two walked up to the H bookshelf and were dumbfounded again.

"There are over twelve thousand books on the H shelves." Tang Mo roughly stated a number.

The magus calmly asked, "What would be considered finding a book? If we take out all the books on the shelves in category H and just take out the correct one of them, would that be considered finding the book?"

This is rather what the rules of the game do not introduce. The game only says that angels can get a hint during the day and demons can burn books at night. If one simply finds the correct book and gives it to Mosaic, one assumes that the task will definitely be completed. But would it count as a success if you just get the correct book out of the shelf?

Tang Mo, who hadn't thought of this option either, said, "With over 10,000 books, we could probably get them all out of the shelves at once in two hours if we hurry."

When you say you will do it, you do it.

The magi looked excited and quickly fetched the books, and Tang Mo did the same honestly. They split into two, each completing their tasks on either side of the bookshelf. As the night wore on, Tang Mo had just taken out a book on Qing dynasty history, and when he tried to reach the next book, he found that he could not get it out of the shelf.

There was darkness before his eyes and the godly man said in horror, "I can't get the book."

Tang Mo pursed her lips, "I can't get it either."

The two men touched the bookshelf and walked all the way back to the service desk, lighting the only desk lamp that could be turned on.

In the dim light, Tang Mo and the Godsend sit on the floor against a table, staring unseeingly in the direction of the Class H bookshelf not far away. They couldn't see anything in the darkness at the moment, but they knew that within two hours one of the shelves would burn down. Then the fire would be so bright that they would be able to see everything in the library clearly.

At such tense and depressing times, time passes extremely slowly and like years.

The godfather's eyes were bloodshot, he looked like a tramp who hadn't slept in three days, his lips were dry and cracked, and his hair was covered in snowy dandruff. Only the hands were perfectly washed and the nails well trimmed, as if to preserve the last of their owner's dignity.

The second night was from 23:52 normal time to 1:52 the following day. The hour hand on the clock on the library wall snapped to the zero hour mark.

"We've known each other for a year, I guess."

The clergyman turned his head sharply, as if he were a frightened little animal, and looked at the place where the noise was made at the first sign of wind.

After a long time, the god-brother's taut back relaxed and he seemed to remember something, looking down at the edge of the ground illuminated by the light and saying softly, "Thirty more days to go, then it will be a year."

Tang Mo's gaze remained on the darkness, the corners of his mouth curled up as he said, "Your library card is for a year, but unfortunately looking at the current situation, perhaps you won't be able to use it in the future. But you should have finished reading the occult and religious books on the third floor of our library, right?"

"It's still a bit short, it was supposed to be finished in a couple of days."

"That's a shame."

Neither of them spoke again.

After a long time, the godly man said, "I know that you all often say behind my back that I am a nutcase. There are really many things in this world that cannot be explained by science, and in the past you did not believe me and thought I was a madman for saying this every day. But this one we came across today, can you explain it scientifically?"

Tang Mo was silent for a moment: "It's unexplainable."

The magi said, "That's right. It is true that God will come; the Age of God has come. Our Prophet, our Holy Master, He has never abandoned us. Those The black towers have come to earth, they are the true God showers. You and I have been chosen by it. It was once Jesus, it was once Sakyamuni, and it is now revealed as The black tower. We have the opportunity to become its twelve disciples, to follow it and we will have true salvation."

Tang Mo laughed, "So you're still afraid of it?"

The Godfather: "......"

That's what happens when you talk the sky to death.

Why should the magus be afraid when he thinks that what they are facing now is given by The black tower, the God-displayer of his heart? He should have been happy with it.

The two men did not talk any more, and fortunately the "night" was not too long. Ten minutes into the final darkness, there was a loud bang and a bookcase burst into flames, lighting up the ceiling of the library.

Tang Mo's eyes narrowed.

The Godfather also suddenly jumped up from the floor and said in horror, "It's an H-book shelf! That's a Class H bookshelf!!!"

On the third day, the little girl changed into a little black dress and bounced out from the depths of the bookcase. This time she did not carry a small schoolbag, but a small basket with all sorts of goodies in it. As she walked past the two burned bookshelves, she didn't even look at them and ran straight to Tang Mo and the magi.

Mosaic grunted angrily, "Where's my book?"

Instead of answering, Tang Mo asked her, "Don't you have school today?"

The girl's expression is hidden under a thick Mosaic, but her excited voice reveals her excitement: "We are going on an autumn walk today. I love autumn walks. There are sheep, Little Bai rabbits and kangaroos in the vast meadow. They are so big, so so big." The little girl opened her arms wide and with great effort gestured out a size. She gulped, "The little sheep have the best thighs, the Little Bai rabbits have eyes like candy balls, and the little kangaroos are hard to eat, but mummy likes them, so I'm going to roast some for her to take home."

The godly man was already pale, and when he heard the little girl's words, he shivered in fear.

Tang Mo turned his head to look at him, " Mr. Chen, you don't seem to be in good spirits?"

The magi asked him, "Aren't you afraid? The devil knew what we were doing during the day, and he burned the H bookshelf on purpose. It's a good thing the book wasn't on that shelf, or we might have failed."

The little girl suddenly changed her face, "Where's my book!"

Tang Mo looked over at her, "Did you remember anything about books today?"

Instead of unleashing the 'disdain from Mosaic', the little girl gives Tang Mo a look of affection for the fool with her eyes hidden under the Mosaic.

"Why are angels as stupid as demons too, I see, in fact you want my book too don't you? That wretched devil, he knew all along about that book, he knew my book was worth a thousand dollars! It was a birthday present from Mum. He came to steal my book on purpose. He knew all along that my book was a gift from Mum and that Mum would be angry if it went missing. Do you not want to help me find the book?"

The little girl suddenly pulled out a huge match from the basket.

"Do you not want to help me find the book at all!"

"Ding dong! Angel gets prompt three 'Friend still not looking for a book? You're dying friend'."

The little girl threw the basket menacingly and took the match, which was the size of her head, and pressed step by step towards Tang Mo and the magi.

Tang Mo looked down at her and when she walked in, said in an odd tone, "So that's why I hate children, especially mischievous ones."

The little girl's steps stopped sharply, and as if she had been poked in the foot, she said sharply, "I never play pranks! I hate pranks! Who, who said I was a prankster? I don't do pranks. I don't do any of those things. I'm a good little girl who listens and understands!"

Tang Mo did not answer.

The magus looked at him nervously, " Tang Mo ?" How dare you anger her?

After repeating to herself ten times "I never play pranks, I'm a good girl", the little girl lifted her Mosaic face again and held up a huge match: "You don't even help me find my book!"

As she said this, Tang Mo was already walking to a bookshelf. He pulled a book out of the G shelf and looked at the little girl, "Well, you never play pranks, you just set fires and kill people."

The little girl hurriedly hid the matches behind her back.

Tang Mo shook the copy of The Vanishing Secrets of the Mayan Civilization in his hand, "Didn't we find it?"

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What the author has to say.

Mosaic: I'm a good girl who listens and knows how to behave, even though I set fire to people.