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The mosaic jumped away, leaving a hint that was more than a strange one.

Tang Mo took a deep breath and held back the desire to kill the mosaic girl.

It is now "daytime", the devil disappears, and the angel can walk around. I have been in this strange place for a few hours, and Tang Mo and the gods are no longer so nervous. The two walked up to the burned bookshelf with an explosion-proof stick, and Tang squatted down and looked at the bookshelf that had been burned to ashes.

There are a total of twenty-three bookshelves on the third floor of the library. This time it was burned from the service desk to the ninth bookshelf.

This is a class I bookshelf. Most of the books on the top are geographical books, including travel books, geography books, and some religious books. Now they are all burnt to ashes. The wood bookshelf was burnt into charcoal, lying on the ground in black, and the books piled up into black and grey hills. Tang Mo reached out and touched the black ash.

"Not hot."

God sticks to him: "Not hot?"

Tang Mo nodded: "Well, although according to Tong Sheng, it has been a long night since the bookshelf was burned down, it is possible to not burn. But for our own time flow rate, it only takes half an hour. It is said that within half an hour how to burn such a large bookshelf and more than 10,000 books above, it is said that these ash is not hot... Human common sense can not be explained."

The gods of course said: "This is the devil burned, of course, can not be explained by science."

What happened to them is beyond the scope of theoretical science, and a few more pieces are also more scorpions than fear.

The gods stick is obviously more concerned about the problem of finding a book. He swallowed his mouth with fear: "Is the little girl just saying, do you want to tell us that the book she lost is known to the angel? Tang Mo, what do you know? "After the meal, the **** stick added: "I know too many books. I have read a book for a year in your library. I have a look at which book."

Tang Mo is not very anxious: "The third floor of the book project has always been my responsibility, I know definitely more than you."

The gods watched him like this, and the sweat on his head slid down: "What can I do? This is the next day."

Tang Mo did not answer the **** stick, he walked around the pile of black ash. The gods kept chanting in his mouth. He recalled the words that the little girl had said when he appeared, but he did not find any decisive evidence. He hurriedly said: "Tang Mo, what can I do?"

"Don't worry." Tang Mohan looked up at the gods in front of the bookshelf. The "sunshine" outside the window illuminates his face. He smiles slightly and says, "What is more important now is... Why did the devil burn this bookcase?"

The gods sticked at once.

Twenty-three bookshelves, according to common sense, the probability that the devil burned the book is twenty-three-thirds. The premise is that the angel did not find the book in advance.

The gods thought about it and explained: "The boy said that the devil can't remember to hide the book in which bookshelf, so he should just burn it casually."

Tang Mo said freely: "Maybe."

God sticks his hands into his hair: "We still hurry to find a book, can't find it, it will be finished. The books I read recently are on this bookshelf and..." I paused, and my face was a bit ugly. "And this is burned in the bookshelf. Tang Mo, what about you?"

Tang Mo stood up: "I have read too many books. Every day I have to sort out your books."

The **** stick looks dignified. He looked at the book on the shelf next to him and looked at the ashes on the ground. He seems to be a real neuropathy, and he keeps talking in the mouth, repeating what the little girl said.

In fact, it is possible to change to other normal people to encounter such a situation and see so many ghosts and gods. It is also possible to be forced into a neuropathy.

Tang Mo put his hand into the ashes and took a pile of gray. He turned his head and looked at the gods who walked back and forth. After a moment, he suddenly remembered: "I have sorted out several bookshelves recently. About three days ago, the director asked me to sort out the H-class bookshelves."

The footsteps of the **** stick stopped suddenly. He looked at Tang Mo: "Three days ago? The time is so close, maybe it is here!"

But the two went to the H class bookshelf and stupid.

"There are more than 12,000 books on the Class H bookshelf." Tang Mo probably said a number.

The gods calmly asked: "What is the book? If we take all the books on the H-class bookshelf, just take out the correct one, will it even find the book?"

This is not the game rules. The game only says that angels can get a hint during the day, and the devil can burn books at night. If you directly find the correct book and hand it to the mosaic, you must be sure to complete the task. But if you just take the correct book out of the bookshelf, will it be considered a success?

Tang Mo did not think of this plan, he said: "More than 10,000 books, if we hurry, you can take all these books out of the bookshelf in two hours."

Just do it.

God sticks excitedly to quickly pick up the book, Tang Mo also honestly took the book. They are divided into two ways, each completing tasks on both sides of the bookshelf. Time passed by, but when the night came, Tang Mo just took out a Qing history book, and he wanted to touch the next book, but found that he could not take the book out of the bookshelf. .

There was a darkness in front of me, and the gods said in horror: "I can't get a book."

Tang Mo licked his lips: "I can't take it."

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

In the dark and dim light, Tang Mo and the gods sticked to the table and sat on the ground, staring intently at the direction of the H-class bookshelf not far away. They couldn't see anything in the dark at the moment, but they knew that within two hours, a bookshelf would be burned. At that time, the fire was shining, and they could clearly see everything in the library.

In such a tense repression, time passes extremely slowly, and the second is like a year.

The eyes of the gods are covered with bloodshot eyes. He seems to be a tramp who has not slept for three days, his lips are chapped, and his hair is snow-like dandruff. Only the hands were very clean and the nails were trimmed very well, as if to keep the master's last dignity.

The second night is 23:52 of normal time to 1:52 of the next day. The hour hand of the clock on the wall of the library slammed and went to the zero point.

"We have known it for a year."

The gods turned his head violently, like a frightened little animal, and looked at the place where it sounded when there was a wind and grass.

After a long time, the tight back of the stick was relaxed. He seemed to think of something. He looked down at the edge of the ground illuminated by the light and said softly: "There are more than thirty days, just one year. ""

Tang Mo’s eyes still looked at the darkness, and his mouth twitched. He said, “Your borrowing card is a one-year period. Unfortunately, look at the current situation. Maybe you will not use it in the future. But the occult of the third floor of our library. , the book of religious studies, you should have finished reading it?"

"It's still a little bit, it will be finished in two days."

"That's a pity."

Neither of them spoke again.

For a long time, the **** stick said: "I know that you often say behind the scenes that I am a neuropathy. There are really many things in the world that cannot be explained by science. You didn't believe me before, I think I said these things every day is a madman. But today we Can you explain this with science?"

Tang Mo was silent for a moment: "Unable to explain."

God sticks: "It is. God is really coming, the age of God has come. Our prophet, our holy teacher, he never abandoned us. Those black towers come to earth, they are real God's revealer. You and I have been chosen by it. It used to be Jesus, once Sakyamuni, it is now shown as a black tower. We have the chance to be its twelve disciples, and with it we can get Real salvation."

Tang Mo smiled: "Then you are afraid of it?"

God stick:"……"

It’s just like talking about the day and talking about it.

Since the gods think that what they are facing now is given by the black tower, that is, the display of God in his heart, why is he still afraid? He should be as sweet as he is.

The two did not chat again, but fortunately this "night" is not too long. Waiting for the last ten minutes of the night, a loud bang, a bookshelf burning a blazing fire, the library's ceiling reflected red.

Tang Mo doubled.

The **** stick suddenly jumped up from the ground and panicked: "It is a class H bookshelf! That is a class H bookshelf!!!"

In the third day, the little girl changed a small black skirt and ran out of the shelf. Instead of carrying a small school bag this time, she raised a small basket with a variety of delicious food. When she walked past the two burnt bookshelves, she didn't even look at it and ran straight to Tang Mo and the gods.

The mosaic snorted angrily: "What about my book?"

Tang Mo did not answer, but asked her: "Do you not go to school today?"

The expression of the little girl was hidden under a thick mosaic, but her happy voice was violent. She showed her excitement at the moment: "I am going to the autumn tour today. I like autumn tour most. There are small sheep on the vast grassland. , white rabbits, baby kangaroos. They are so big, so big." The little girl opened her arms and tried to draw a size. She swallowed her mouth: "The thigh of the little sheep is best eaten. The white rabbit's eyes are like sugar balls. The baby kangaroo is hard to eat, but my mother likes it. I will help her to bake it back."

The **** stick was pale in the face, and listening to the little girl’s words was even more scary.

Tang Mo turned to look at him: "Mr. Chen, you seem to be not very good?"

The godsman asked him: "Are you not afraid? The devil knows what we are doing during the day. He deliberately burned the H-class bookshelf. Fortunately, the book is not on the shelf, otherwise we may have failed."

The little girl suddenly changed her face: "My book!"

Tang Mo looked at her: "Do you think about the book today?"

The little girl did not launch "the contempt from the mosaic", she directly cast a look of care for the fool with the eyes hidden under the mosaic.

"Why is the angel stupid like a demon? I know. Actually, do you want my book right? That abominable demon, he already knew the book. He knows that my book is worth a thousand dollars! That is what the mother gave. I bought a birthday present. He deliberately stole my book. He already knew that my book was sent by my mother. If I missed my mother, I would be angry. Do you want to help me find a book?"

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

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

"Hey! Angels get tips three. ‘Friends are still not looking for books? You are dying, friends.’

The little girl threw the basket fiercely, holding the match that had her head size, and step by step to Tang Mo and the **** stick.

Tang Mo looked down at her. When she walked in, she said strangely: "So I hate children the most, especially the children who love mischief."

The little girl's footsteps suddenly stopped, she seemed to be poked, and hurriedly said: "I never prank! I hate mischief! Who, who said that I am mischievous? I never prank Those are not what I did. I am a little girl who is sensible!"

Tang Mo did not answer.

The gods look at him nervously: "Tang Mo?" How dare you irritate her?

The little girl repeated herself ten times. "I never prank, I am a good girl." Then I lifted the mosaic face again and raised a huge match: "You don't find a book for me at all!"

When she said this, Tang Mo had already walked to a bookshelf. He took a book out of the G-class bookshelf and looked at the little girl: "Well, you never prank, you are arbitrarily fighting, killing people."

The little girl hurriedly hid the match behind her.

Tang Mo shook his "The Secret of the Mayan Civilization Disappearance": "Is this not found?"