The Earth is Online

At 9:00 in the morning, when the library opened, the door had already waited for seven or eight people, all of whom were white-haired old people. Today is Monday, unlike the weekend, many parents will bring their children to the city library to read books. Those who come to the library on weekdays are generally only retired people.

Outside the library is a busy world, the library is silent, and the sound of the book is soft.

At ten o'clock, the number of people coming to the library gradually increased.

Tang Mo sat in front of the computer to help punch the card one by one. He kept typing the book number on the keyboard with his left hand, and clicked the mouse with his right hand. After doing all this, he looked up: "The book has been borrowed for almost a month, haven't finished reading it yet?"

In front of a plain-looking middle-aged woman, she smiled and shook her head: "No, my son is slow to read. Is it irrelevant to return a book in a month?"

Tang Mo: "One month is a free period. After that, I have to pay a one-dollar borrowing fee every day." Suddenly, added: "If the book is lost, the original price will be compensated. This book has 82 pieces."

The woman's face changed: "It's so expensive... Well, I went home today and let the stinky boy quickly read the book." Then he turned and left.

Tang Mo watched the women striding away, and there was not much expression on Junxiu’s face, and he took the next person’s library card to help him swipe his card.

"Don't finish reading? I think it was lost." A crisp female voice rang.

Tang Mo swiped the card and said, "Maybe."

There was a disdain in the female voice: "The library card is fifty pieces, and the book is 82. I think she will not come to us again."

"I also think that it will not come again." Director Wang, who was in charge of the reception work, came over and patted Tang Mo’s shoulder. "Xiao Tang, you go to see what the **** stick is doing. I just watched him go." Going in the corner, there is monitoring the dead end, but nothing else."

Tang Mo nodded gently and walked to the corner.

The Suzhou Library is located in the city center and has three floors. The third floor is mostly books on human history. Tang Mo went from the service desk to the southeast corner, passed through more than 30 bookshelves, and found it again to find the **** stick.

In November, Suzhou had a bit of chill, and the wind blew in the window, and the window creaked. The sun shone through the window and it was warm. God sticks his legs and sits on the floor next to the window. He put five or six books beside him, and he is lying there in a mess. He doesn’t look at one at all, his hands are stuck in his hair, and the messy hair is even worse. .

Tang Mo’s lips groaned and went up to the book: “Mr. Chen, there are tables and chairs in our library, you can read over there~www.readwn.com~...what books...”

Tang Mo looked at the brick book that had just picked up: "The Secret of the Mayan Civilization Disappearing?"

The gods suddenly raised his head and stared at a pair of bloodshot eyes. He said with horror: "Do you know the secret of the disappearance of the Mayan civilization?"

Tang Mo faintly raised his lips: "I don't know, you know?"

"I know, of course I know." The gods sticked up and they climbed up and said, "They have violated the display of God. The Guru Khan of their faith is a false god, not a manifester of God. They They have violated God, so they are all dead. God is the only, eternal, and God will die!"

These words Tang Mo listened to countless times, and did not go to the heart. The library is open to the public and has seen too many wonderful things. Although this **** stick is wonderful enough, but people are not mentally ill, they can only be said to be fanatical religious elements and cannot be turned away.

Tang Mo casually perfunctored: "Where is the real god?"

The **** stick expression suddenly froze.

Tang Mo smiled and hugged the pile of books and turned to walk away.

In this sentence he asked the gods stick many times. The gods started to come to the library to read books a year ago. They are all gods, and they must be divined every day to find a seat. But once the staff asked him "who is God" he would shut up, like the simmered cabbage, and left the library in a short time.

Tang Mo turned his book and turned away. Just as he turned his head, he only heard a low and mysterious voice ringing behind him: "God is there."

Tang Mo’s footsteps slammed.

He turned and looked.

The stick stood by the window and pointed to the black giant tower floating above the city not far away, revealing a very smiling smile: "God is coming."

Tang Mo: "..."

as long as you are happy.

The bus that Tang Mo went home from work every day went through the city center. He sat in the window and listened to music with headphones. Just after the end of a song, the voice of two female high school students in the car entered his ear.

"Black Tower! I took a photo."

"You still shoot? What's so good about this thing, no one wants to look good now."

"Just shoot, send a circle of friends, the title is called Black Tower, a day trip."

"Sure no one likes it. Hey, sitting in the window, the man grows handsome. You might as well shoot him. There are definitely many people who like it. Maybe it can be a net red, it is called... bus brother! You Quick shot."

The next song rang, Tang Mo raised his right hand and blocked his face quietly, turned his head and looked out the window, not to care about the two girls. His gaze lifted slightly and looked at the black giant tower suspended above Suzhou.

In the shadow of the city's tall buildings, a black giant tower stands high in the air. The tower is in the shape of a quadrangular pyramid, similar to the Egyptian pyramid, but it is not golden, it is black. Its bottom edge spans the entire city centre of Suzhou, covering almost the entire city. The cold moonlight shines through the black tower and shines on the ground without any hindrance.

Half a year ago, the tower suddenly appeared in the center of Suzhou. Tang Mo had just arrived at the library to work, and in the morning he hurriedly did not read the news. As soon as he went to the streets, the whole Suzhou had already fried the pot.

The bus was gone, and even the taxi could not be stopped.

All the cars went crazy to the city center. Tang Mo didn't wake up, and couldn't figure out the situation. When he looked up, he saw the huge black giant tower.

All the difficulties are gone at this moment.

Tang Mo almost thought that it is now 2012, the end of the world.

How come there is such a big thing!

I didn’t see it when I got off work last night. How could it suddenly appear there?

At first, Tang Mo also thought that this was not the construction of the country. During that time, the Internet often boasted that the country’s infrastructure was very strong. One night, an overpass could be built, and the eyes of foreigners were red. Until he finally got a taxi to the city center, stood in the crowd and looked up: the tower was completely suspended in midair!

Completely suspended! At least 100 meters from the ground!

How can humans make castles in the air?

The LED screen on the center of the city is just playing the news: "At 8:00 am Beijing time, 1021 black strange towers appeared in the major cities of China and the sea. It is reported that at the same time, the black tower appeared in a large area on a global scale. Please don't panic, the state has set up relevant departments to investigate the Black Tower incident. We invited Professor Luo from the Physics Department of Peking University to explain the issues related to the Black Tower incident. Now I am connected with Professor Luo..."

World! boundary! end! day!

Everyone panicked. Tang Mo did not go to work for two days, countless people drove to the countryside, the farther away from the black tower, the better. However, the state maintained a good function of the society. Three days later, Tang Mo received a notice to continue to work. After another week, many people saw that the Black Tower did not move and returned.

Until half a year later, these black towers have become a kind of tourist attraction.

In the past few months, people wearing white research clothes came to the bottom of the black tower every day, and moved some big instruments. I don’t know what to check. It is basically checked in three days now, and the shops near the Black Tower have also resumed operations.

Tang Mo held his chin with one hand and looked at the black tower calmly. The bus turned a corner and the black tower was behind and could no longer be seen.

I ate some food at night, Tang Mo opened the computer to log in QQ, and a chat box popped up.

[Victor: Sorry, I am very busy recently and may not have time to play together. 】

Tang Mo looked at the chat record. The news he sent last week, it’s only back today, it looks really busy.

[Grinding sugar: It doesn't matter, I will play together later. 】

After the news, Tang Mo opened the bridge software. Who knows that Victor was online, and he quickly got a reply.

[Victor: Come to a game, just a little time. 】

[Grinding sugar: good [smiley face]]

Tang Mo invited Victor into the room and soon the game started.

Tang Mo has been playing bridge for five years. When he was a freshman, there was a roommate who was very puzzled. He said that this is a game that tests IQ. It is very hard and hard to pull Tang Mo into the pit. However, after a month, the roommate went to other things, and Tang Mo quietly continued to play the bridge. It was five years.

In the middle of the game, Tang Mo found an opportunity to make an appointment. He flashed a glimmer of light, and before he even played, he saw Victor suddenly have a hand of K. Tang Mo’s heart glimpsed. When Victor's card came out, he killed his chance to make a contract.

Victor has made a mistake?

Bridge is a 2V2 game. Tang Mo met with Victor on the Internet a year ago. The two cooperated with each other. Victor's card skills are better than Tang Mo. But in the past six months, Victor has been very busy. He hasn’t even played it in the past two months. It’s not impossible to be unfamiliar.

Tang Mo looked at the number of piers on both sides of the table and suddenly realized: "He wants a grand slam?"

The corner of the mouth evoked a faint smile, and Tang Mo calmly made a card.

After half an hour, the card was over and Tang Mo opened QQ.

[Grinding sugar: GJ, still as good as before. 】

[. 】

[Grinding sugar: [smiley face]]

Victor did not answer for a long time, Tang Mo guessed that he went to work again and then did not speak again, he opened a bridge. When he finished playing, he saw Victor send a message: [I remember you said that there is a black tower next to the place where you work? 】

[Grinding sugar: Well, about two hundred meters away, what happened? 】

[Victor: It’s probably a problem to go there less recently. 】

Seeing this sentence, Tang Mo suddenly remembered that this morning, the gods screamed at the black tower and vowed to say "God is coming". Victor and the gods...

Tang Mo couldn't help but laugh out and laughed for a long time before he made a message and went back: [I didn't expect you to be a "black tower danger party"? But I work near that, and there may be no way to go less. 】

Victor did not reluctantly, and said a few words, suddenly said something was going to be busy, the two said goodbye to the line.

When he went to work the next day, the gods didn't come. Director Wang was surprised to take Tang Mo and said: "The **** stick didn't come today? I think he punched the card more than me. It didn't come. It didn't happen. What?"

Tang Mo: "There may be something at home."

Director Wang waved his hand: "Hey, what about him, don't come better, or else you have to look for someone. Xiao Tang Xiao Zhao, today you are working hard, find a time to sort out the G books."

Organizing books is a must-do for the librarian every day. This position is not as leisurely as the outsiders imagine. Xiao Zhao is going to blind date at night, the little girl looks at Tang Mo, and Tang Mo said: "You go back first, I will come alone."

Xiao Zhao said with gratitude: "Thank you Tang Mo, I will help you work overtime next time."

Tang Mo nodded lightly and said nothing.

Working overtime until 10 o'clock in the evening, Tang Mo left the library and took the last bus.

There are very few people on the last bus. Apart from the drivers, only Tang Mo and a middle-aged uncle. The uncle was sitting in a chair and screaming, and Tang Mo’s cell phone was dead. He held his chin and looked bored at the window.

Many shopping malls in the city center have been closed at this time. The night in November is very cold, there are few people on the street, and the moonlight is chilled down. Tang Mo looked at the neon lights that flashed with colorful light. The bus turned a corner, and the huge black tower suddenly entered the line of sight.

After watching it for half a year, Tang Mo and many people have no interest in the tower, just watching it calmly.

Suddenly, he saw a small bug, or a small bird. It was too far away to see clearly. In the moonlight, this dark little thing fluttered in the air and flew to the dark tower. Tang Mo looked carelessly, watching the little things fly to the side of the black tower, stupidly continue to fly forward, heading to the black tower.

Then, it seems to have hit something, and suddenly fell to the ground.

Tang Mo looked at it, the bus turned again, and the black tower disappeared behind him.

The name of the station standing next to the bus, Tang Mo left his hand at the window, boring to think what to eat this evening. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he turned his head quickly. The whole person stuck to the window and wanted to see the black tower again. But the bus has already been far away, and the Black Tower is impossible to see behind the bus.

Tang Mo’s heart jumped very fast, and the plop was so fast that he would jump out of his throat. After a long time, he set his heart.

"... Should it be wrong? The Black Tower is a virtual shadow caused by optical pollution, and there is no entity."

This is the current mainstream of the society, many people do not believe, but at least the Black Tower does not have any entity, can only see, simply can not touch.

Tang Mo closed his eyes and wanted to forget the scene just now. But that scene has been played back in his mind until he can't forget it before going to bed at night, which makes him insomnia until most of the night before he falls asleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was already 7:30 in the morning. Tang Mo took the time to get up and brush his teeth, going to catch the bus at 8 o'clock. He quickly dressed and picked up the backpack and left, but just as the moment his hand had just touched the doorknob, a mellow sound of music suddenly sounded.

"Dangdang, Jingle, Jingle Bells..."

Tang Mo turned his head and looked at it. He didn't find the sound source in the room. This song, "The Belling Bells," has been ringing. There are no lyrics, but everyone knows what this song is.

Tang Mo listened carefully to this voice, and could not find the vocalization. It seemed to come from all directions.

The next moment, Tang Mo body froze, he ran to the window at a speed never seen, and looked far away at the black giant tower in the center of Suzhou. I saw a colorful light shining on the giant tower, and the tone of the song was changing. When the last note falls, the colored light disappears and everything is silent again.

A child-like crisp sound, with a child's unique high-pitched, pointed, loud.

"Hey! On the 15th of the month, the earth is on the line."