MTL - The Earth is Online-Chapter 6

"Ah, my book!"

The little girl ran to Tang Mo at a speed unreachable to humans, and took this "The Secret of the Mayan Civilization" into her arms. She held a giant match in her left hand and a book in her right hand. After confirming that this was her lost book, she ran to the bookshelf and sat down, leaning on the bookshelf to start reading.

"Mom will test the contents of my book tomorrow, I have to read the book quickly."

In the huge and spacious library, the voice of the little girl flipping through the book screamed.

The face of the gods became extremely white at this moment, his lips purple, staring at the mosaic and the book in her hand. It seems that just a few minutes from the water, the hair of the **** stick is wet with sweat. He looked at Tang Mo and smiled bitterly: "It turned out to be this book. When did you know it?"

Tang Mo looked down at the right hand of the eye stick. On the back of the hand, the white angel wing pattern gradually became black and became a black demon wing.

Tang Mo’s voice was calm: “From the moment I saw you”

God sticks his eyes in disbelief: "How is it possible!"

The little girl was still sitting on the floor reading a book, and she could not hear the sound of their side. At this point, Tang Mo and the gods went to the reading area of ​​the library and opened the chair to sit down.

Tang Mo looked up at the mosaic in the distance. I am afraid that she is still only patiently reading the book in the whole library. The godsman was scared before he disappeared. He sat in front of Tang Mo and began to talk about the truth of the incident: "I brought you into this game."

This is beyond the expectations of Tang Mo.

The **** stick said: "The thing that sneaked into the library was an accident. I sneaked in before you entered the library. You know, many of our unemployed people come to the library to spend their time, and your security guards close at night. I have to find out all of us and get out of the library. But the security guards also made mistakes. Your library is too close to the tower, so after it made the sound of 'the earth's line', I chose to observe the tower here. Then On the third day, when I was reading a book, I accidentally heard what it said to me."

The **** stick raised his head and looked at Tang Mo seriously and enthusiastically. He did not seem to be watching Tang Mo, but saw what a great existence.

"It told me that the game is about to begin." The gods looked at the air obsessively and repeated it again: "I was chosen by it!"

Tang Mo did not talk to him.

The **** stick is just a crazy religious, not a neuropathy, which is known to all the staff in the library. So after a while, the **** stick calmed down, except for a sick redness on his face. He said: "The game it chose for me is a 1V1 two-player game. I can't do it alone. I am thinking about leaving the library to find someone to start the game. At this time, you come in. I know you, I know. I thought about it and deliberately made a voice to lead you. Now it seems that it is the most wrong decision I have ever made."

Tang Mo asked him: "What punishment is there for the game failure? What is the elimination?"

The **** stick shook his head: "I don't know, it didn't say. The sound I heard was the same as the sound you heard. It never said anything extra. It told me that the game object was chosen by me, the game content. It’s up to you to decide. It’s fair. Before the game officially started, I don’t know if it’s a book-finding game. Maybe because you’re a librarian and fit your identity, this game will appear.” At this point, the **** stick paused and looked at Tang Mo seriously: "How did you find me?"

In fact, the matter is very simple, Tang Mo: "You are not a madman, not a fool. The reason you sneak into the library is very untenable, and every performance after you meet is extremely fearful and scared. God... Mr. Chen, I also know an avid religious figure. If the person said to me three days ago, 'Black Tower is God', then I believe that when he is selected by the Black Tower to open the game three days later, his performance will not be panic. Fear, but it’s as sweet as it is."

The straight back of the stick fell heavily on the back of the chair: "It turned out to be..."

Tang Mo: "This is just a suspicion. I am not sure if you are a Yegong Haolong. It is really embarrassing."

"Then why do you know that it is me?"

"Because the game is fair."

God sticks to Tang Mo.

Tang Mo touched the angel wing pattern on the back of his hand: "I also like to play games. I often play a game that can be regarded as one of the most fair card games in the world. A game, skills can be better than luck, such as I often play bridges; luck can be better than skill, such as shuttle | Ha. But these games are a bit equivalent, that is, absolutely fair to both sides of the game. After the game starts, luck is also a kind of strength, both sides No matter who is lucky and who is bad luck, it is the gap in strength. The game itself is fair."

The gods understood his words: "What does this have to do with our games?"

Tang Mo looked up at him: "Do you not think this game is very unfair?"

"what?"

"There are only three rules of the game. The first one is to ban violence. This is also profound, not to mention. Second, angels can get a message during the day; third, the devil can burn a bookcase at night. It seems that angels are going from tens of Finding a book in 10,000 books makes the game very difficult; the devil has a chance of winning twenty-three-thirds and winning the game."

The **** stick suddenly understood: "You mean this game is not fair to angels?"

"No." Tang Mo smiled and shook his head. "It is unfair to the devil."

The **** stick is stupid.

"For angels, this game has ideas for solving problems. He only needs to find the book according to the clues. But for the devil, he only did one thing, that is, burning books. No one gave him No hints, no one tells him where the book is. Then the game becomes like this - the angel is playing a puzzle game, the demon is purely betting | Bo. Angels can rely on skill and luck to complete the game, the devil Only luck can be relied upon."

The gods argued: "But the probability of an angel looking for a book is much lower than that of a demon."

"I said that after the game started, luck became a kind of strength. The devil did not burn the book, his luck is 0, and there is no difference between angels. There is also the rule of 'no violence', it Just completely killing the way the devil forced to get clues, then the devil must get the game clues from other places."

The gods didn't talk, his face was suddenly white and white. After a long time, he sighed with relief and reluctantly smiled: "It's my game playing less. Tang Mo, the bridge you often play, maybe? I should play more in the future."

Tang Modao: "If there is a chance, I will take you to play."

The gods smiled and nodded.

Tang Mo Shuangqi gradually picked up: "If the person playing the game with me is him, perhaps the ending of this game will be completely rewritten."

"Who is he?"

Tang Mo smiled: "I am a friend who often plays bridge together. He is very powerful. If he is, he can certainly think of these things that I think about, and then lie to me with perfect reasons. At least he will not appear several times. The mistake you made."

The **** stick does not feel embarrassing, but is very open-minded to ask: "I still have mistakes? I thought that I have performed very well. When I saw you, I was afraid to find out my loopholes, deliberately pretending to be very scared. Later, I took the opportunity to talk as little as possible, to do less, and listen to your instructions."

"But you still have mistakes. For example, when I said that there is no other person in the library, the devil does not know where it is, you say 'he hid it.' If it is a normal reaction, our angel team has two people, subconsciously I also think that there are two people in the demon team, and they will use 'they' instead of 'he'."

The gods sticked his mouth and said: "I am very interested in this bridge."

"But I thought I could expose you on the first night, but I didn't expect the bookshelf to burn up. I thought you had a companion. But this is not realistic. There are two people in the devil, there is only one person in the angel, this is also the angel. Unfair." Unless Heita thinks that the two of you add up and I am a level.

Tang Mo coughed twice and didn't say the following words: "I have been thinking about the second day, who is helping you put this fire. There are two answers. The first is that you only have to think about it. It will catch fire, no need for others to help you control. Second, someone will help you set fire. Only you, me, and little girls appear in this library. Only the black tower can help you arson.

God sticks: "But even I don't know if she helped me set fire."

"It's also very understandable. You forgot, the little girl hates reading. You want to burn a bookshelf, she will be happy to help you. This reason is justified. By the way, when she came over, I looked at her." Hair, very unfortunately, the hair ends are a little burnt. Maybe it was accidentally encountered when she was arson."

The whole stick of the gods is on the chair: "I lost my heart."

Tang Mo originally wanted to say it again, but looking at the **** stick, he shook his head and smiled, not to say more.

There are still many things that the gods didn't notice, such as how he tried to test the sticks and scammed the H-class bookshelves. Another example is the three tips of the little girl, who have long exposed the identity of the **** stick.

The three tips have a lot of nonsense, but only three points are summarized.

First, the devil will lie.

This is hinting at the angel: the devil hides his identity and hides with you.

Second, angels know this book.

This hint seems to be useless, because Tang Mo knows too many books, even if he has recently been impressed, there are hundreds of books.

Third, the devil knows this book.

This is a book that both Tang Mo and the gods know.

The scope is still very wide.

The **** stick watched a book in the library for a year. He and Tang Mo knew at least a few thousand books. The difficulty of the game cannot be so big. If the game is unclear, it can be used to start the game without losing the game. So this answer must be thought of by Tang Mo and the **** stick.

Tang Mo’s first reaction was the secret of the disappearance of the Mayan civilization.

This is a book he had exchanged with the gods before the Black Tower incident. If you want to ask which of the most impressive books that both of them know, this is definitely the book.

The **** stick is absolutely not stupid. When the game suddenly starts, he can think of acting at once, and it is quite realistic. It is already very good.

Tang Mo suddenly began to think, if it is Victor, I am afraid that when they enter the game together, they will steal their initiative. Victor will never be like a **** stick, leaving himself in a weak position. Such a acting as a **** stick seems to make Tang Mo ignore himself, and do less and less mistakes, but he also loses the ability to reverse Tang Mo’s thoughts and mislead Tang Mo.

If it is Victor, what will he do?

At the same time, in the distant capital, a tall and handsome man dressed in a sturdy military uniform, strode into the conference room. He opened the chair and sat at the corner of the conference table, looking like an eagle, looking at the scientist who was speaking and the text on the big screen.

"Three days ago, the Black Tower was a virtual state. We called it the A-type Mirage. In the past six months, we have done various experiments to detect the data of the Black Tower..."

In the conference room, the scientists discussed it fiercely, and finally the head of the speech, the voice was like: "So, today is the third day. What conclusions have you reached?"

The scientists all snorted.

Fu Wenzhe, who was the lowest in the field, silently removed his eyes and looked out the window.

In the dark night sky, there is a black giant tower, sharp like a knife, hanging on the top of the 21.17 million people in Beijing.

It is now 3:42 am on the 18th of the month, ending at the end of the three-day elimination period, and there are 4 hours and 18 minutes.

Library.

The godsman was sitting on the chair with sweat and sweat, saying that he was not nervous, and the lips that had been shaking were violent. He exposed his uneasy heart. Now no one knows what it means to "eliminate". Maybe it's just losing a game and maybe losing more.

At this time, the footsteps of the cymbals sounded from the depths of the bookshelf.

The mosaic girl took the book and ran to Tang Mo’s side by side. The two ponytails squatted in the air with a beautiful arc. She was a small breast, and it was difficult to hide her happiness. She suddenly reached out and extended the giant match to Tang Mo.

"You still have two brushes for this angel. Since you found the book for me, I will give it to you."

Tang Mo cried and took this big match, and asked subconsciously: "Little girl selling matches?"

In an instant, the thick mosaic on the little girl's face suddenly appeared a gap. Tang Mo’s eyes widened and he saw the position of the little girl’s eyes, the mosaic disappeared, revealing a pair of big and godless dead fish eyes. Other places are still mosaics, only eyes are exposed!

Tang Mo stunned his breath and watched for this strange change.

I saw that the dead fish eyes stunned Tang Mo’s eyes, and the deep contempt was turned into an entity.

"Uncle, haven't you grown up yet, have you seen such a cute little girl selling matches?"

From brother to uncle Tang Mo: "..."

I dare to see your mosaic disappear just to express your contemptuous eyes! ! !