MTL - The Earth is Online-Chapter 7

As if to really express my contempt, after the words, the mosaic on the little girl's face returned to normal. She handed the giant match to Tang Mo, and turned and ran to the depths of the bookshelf. The long ponytail swayed with her leaping motion, and the little figure disappeared into the shadows deep in the bookshelf.

"Hey! Against the game, 'Who is stealing my book?' End."

"Setting up game rewards..."

"The player Tang Mogong triumphs and wins the rewards of 'Giant Match' and 'Despise from Mosaic'."

"The player Chen Fangzhi failed the mission."

The crisp children’s voice echoed in the empty library and entered the ears of Tang Mo and the gods. The general game will have rewards, even if it is online card games, you can get rewards like happy beans. Tang Mo has long guessed that this big match is probably his prize.

But what is the "contempt from mosaic"? !

Is this not a task clue? God's special game reward!

Tang Mo’s face was suddenly white and white, and his heart was complicated. Relative to him, the **** stick is even more spiritual.

The **** stick is the loser of this game, there are rewards, and there are generally punishments. Ordinary games lose may be losing money, Black Tower games lost, no one knows what will be lost.

The Black Tower did not explicitly tell the punishment. The gods sticked for a long time, and the movement slowly turned to look at Tang Mo: "...I will die?"

This problem can't be answered by Tang Mo. He comforted: "It should not be so serious."

The gods got confidence at once: "I believe in you. You are so smart, the words are justified, it is not so cruel, it is God, it brings me hope and rebirth, it is my god..."

Tang Mo took a big match and looked calmly at the maddening stick.

Did not tell the game penalty in the first time, which made him a little uneasy. It seems to be the calm before dawn. This behavior that does not conform to the common sense of the game often represents a more terrible and unpredictable result. But Tang Mo also comforted himself in the heart: If the game fails, it is really going to die, then the world is afraid to die at least half of it?

How is it possible to die several billion people?

It should not be possible.

It should be impossible...

The confrontation game is over and the library has not returned to normal. Tang Mo and the **** stick tried it and still could not go downstairs. At the same time, the third floor window is also blank.

They have not returned to Suzhou.

After a minute and a second, Tang Mo and the **** stick were still trapped on the third floor of the library.

The clock on the wall crossed at six o'clock, Tang Mo suddenly became tight, and an unsuspecting panic swept his reason.

His heart jumped fast again.

The heart that jumped straight seemed to be able to fly out of the chest in the next second. Tang Mo held the bookshelf, but the body could not stand. He sat down on the ground with his bookshelf. The gods hurriedly ran from a distance: "What happened to you?"

The too fast blood flow rate made Tang Mo became red in a minute, and every inch of his skin was red and scary, like a cooked crab. The stick fell backwards in horror, and soon he took the courage to walk to Tang Mo’s side: "Are you okay? How are you so red, your face is hot... Are you a fever?!"

Tang Mo is just a heartbeat too fast, and his mind is still clear. He tried to say two words: "Heart..."

The **** stick immediately met, and covered it with his hand: "How does your heart jump so fast! This has 200 times per minute... No, there are 300 times?!"

Tang Mo has been unable to speak, he corrected in his mind: it is 394.

The library can't get out, there are only two people, Tang Mo and God. Tang Mo suddenly became like this. There was no way for the gods to stick. He could only take him to the desk of the service desk and push all the things on the table to let Tang Mo lie down. After doing all this, the **** stick ran into the bathroom and dipped paper on Tang's forehead, hoping to play a role.

Tang Mo’s heartbeat has reached 532 per minute. He doesn’t know how much human heartbeat can reach, but he feels that his heart may explode every next second. I don't know why, the heart is completely inconsistent with medical common sense and persists in strength.

The **** stick kept running to the bathroom, took the toilet paper and dipped it in water, and applied it to every inch of naked skin on Tang Mo.

Tang Mo can feel that this kind of behavior does not help, but the **** stick can help him so much. He couldn't talk, he could only look at the stick with his red eyes, and saw that the stick was so sweaty.

After an hour, Tang Momo counted his heartbeat and found that the number of heartbeats actually dropped.

The **** stick thought it was cold and effective, and hurriedly ran a few more times, and applied Tang Mo’s eyelids to the wet tissue.

I don't know how long it took, Tang Mo feels that the body can move. He took the wet paper that was applied to him and climbed up from the table with his hands trembling.

The **** stick just came out of the bathroom. When he saw this scene, he immediately ran over: "Hello?!"

Tang Mo Zhang opened his mouth and found that his throat was dry and scary. He swallowed a sip and smiled and nodded. "Well, it seems to be better."

"That's good, I just scared me." The gods sighed.

Tang Mo looked at the stick seriously: "Thank you."

The **** stick shook his head: "Nothing, I can't always see you fall there."

The relationship between the two of them is very embarrassing. On the one hand, the **** stick pulls Tang Mo into an unknown game, which brings him an unclear danger. At this point, the two should have a gap and even need to beware of the other party. But on the other hand, the game is over, it seems that it is really just playing a normal game. Tang Mo’s body suddenly crashed, and the **** stick did not give up, even if he did not help, Tang Mo could not be grateful.

After such a trip, the relationship between the two has been closer.

God stick: "What happened to you just now, suddenly my heart beat so fast. My dad is a doctor. Don't say that your heartbeat is reached. If the normal person's heart rate reaches 250, the heart will not be able to supply blood and will die within a few minutes."

Tang Mo thought about it and decided to tell the gods about it: "You have not had a heartbeat in the past few days?"

God sticks his head: "No."

Tang Mo frowned and patiently explained: "I started from three days ago and suddenly my heart beat faster. I have not been so fast today, but I have reached more than 300 times per minute. At the same time, I am very annoyed. I am worried that this aspect may be because of black. Tower incident, I am not a 'black tower danger party', but I am not a complete 'Black Tower optimist', the black tower has such a big event, I can understand the irritability. But I don’t understand this heartbeat."

"Are you sick?"

"The Black Tower incident occurred in the past few days. I have never seen it in the hospital."

The gods thought for a moment: "Then you should go see the doctor earlier. I have never heard of this disease, the heartbeat is over 300, and the world is only you alone." God sticks a joke "Maybe you will be called up by the state, when the mouse studies it well. Hey, then you should not go to the doctor."

Tang Mo smiled.

"咔嗒-"

In the quiet library, there was a sudden opening of the door.

Tang Mo and the gods stick to each other: this is the sound of the opening of the first floor of the library!

The two quickly rushed downstairs, and the forces that prevented them from leaving the third floor of the library did not know when they all disappeared. They ran to the tall mahogany gate of the library in the fastest speed of their lives.

The key was gently turned in the keyhole, and the door was pushed open and the door was pushed open. The long-lost sunshine passes through the tiny door slits and shines on the faces of Tang Mo and the gods. The warm feeling does not belong to the "angel day" in the game, it is the real sun.

Tang Mo squinted his eyes, and the warm temperature made his pores sooth.

"Hey, Tang Mo, how are you here?" The clear female voice rang. "Have you come to pick up things so early?"

Tang Mo opened his eyes: "Xiao Zhao?"

Tang Mo thinks that he came to the library yesterday evening to get things, because Director Wang said that the library will be requisitioned by the government. It took him a few seconds to sort out the idea: "Do you come to get something?"

Xiao Zhao smiled: "Yes. My parents think that the black tower is too weird. I want to go back to my hometown to avoid the limelight. We will leave at ten, so I will come to get something. Hey, isn’t I asking you first? You actually came so early? What are you holding in your hand, matches? Ah, gods stick... cough, how is he?"

Xiao Zhao saw the **** stick, and the **** stick swallowed his mouth nervously.

Tang Mo calmly explained: "I met him when I took things and talked a few words."

"You have something to talk to him..." Xiao Zhao sighed a few words. She looked up and said, "Then I come in and get something, I won't talk to you." Then the little girl stepped forward and went to the door.

Just as she was about to step into the door, Tang Mo’s eyes widened and her pupils trembled.

"Zhao Yan!"

Zhao Yan is the name of Xiao Zhao. She came to the library for half a year, and few people would call this name. Tang Mo suddenly shouted, Xiao Zhao looked at him strangely: "What?"

Tang Mo’s lips were slightly open, and one word could not be said. He just looked at Xiao Zhao’s lower body with a strange look. Xiao Zhao looked down at his gaze. When she saw it clearly, she suddenly fell to the ground, and her hands climbed back a few steps with the ground.

"What is this, what is this... my legs! My legs!"

Tears spilled into the eye for a moment.

This is just a little girl who graduated from college in 1996. She cried and kept using her hands to touch her own body. But there was nothing left there.

In the eyes of Tang Mo, there is an invisible line that is spreading from Xiao Zhao’s thigh root to her upper body. Everything in this line is gone, and there seems to be something to erase Xiao Zhao from this world.

He didn't know when the line appeared. When he found the line, Xiao Zhao's calf had disappeared. She was completely ignorant and stood still talking to Tang.

Tears and snots ran across her face. Xiao Zhao’s waist had disappeared. She climbed to Tang’s leg and grabbed his trousers with both hands. She cried: “Help me, Tang Ge, save me! What happened to me? What happened to me! Don Brother, you save me!"

Tang Mo reached out and held Xiao Zhao’s hand, but he had just held it for two seconds, and the line went to Xiao Zhao’s arms, and her hand disappeared.

The transparent line went to Xiao Zhao’s neck.

She only had one head lying on the ground, her eyes were tearful, and she looked at Tang Mo, and she was scared and surprised.

"I don't want to die... I don't want to die. I haven't talked about love yet. I haven't had a favorite person yet. I want to go back to watching cartoons. The novel I chased yesterday is not finished yet... Dad... Mom... I don't want to Death, I don't want to die. Tang Ge, Tang..."

The mouth has also disappeared.

The eyes that were wet with tears kept watching Tang Mo until the person disappeared.

Within a minute, a big living person disappeared like this.

Tang Mo’s brain was blank, but at this moment, what scared him most was that he was very calm at this time. He looked at the place where Xiao Zhao disappeared, looked at it for half a minute, suddenly thought of something, and quickly turned his head to look at the **** stick behind him.

In the darkened library, the parts below the thighs of the gods have disappeared. He looked at Tang Mo pale, showing a scared and pitiful smile: "Tang... Tang Mo, is this a punishment for the failure of the game..."

"God stick!"

boom!

The **** stick fell to the ground.

Tang Mo immediately rushed up and took the hand of the **** stick.

The gods cried, his tears filled his face, his nose sticking to his lips. He grabbed the hand of Tang Mo, like Xiao Zhao, saying over and over again: "I don't want to die, I don't want to die... Tang Mo, you save me, I don't want to die..."

Tang Mo could do nothing. He pressed his hand to the part where the stick did not disappear, but when the line crossed, the disappearance disappeared. He touched the air.

The gods only have the upper body left.

Tang Mo: "Don't be afraid, there must be a way."

A big man crying and saying: "There is no way, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die... Tang Mo, you save me! You eliminated me, you save me! You save me!"

Tang Mo can't say a word.

The **** stick no longer talks, he kept crying and kept crying. Time became very slow. When his chest was about to disappear, he suddenly gripped Tang Mo’s hand and looked at Tang Mo with his bloodshot eyes. He said, “I have a daughter. She is Shanghai, her mother divorced me. You help me to see her and see if she is still alive. She is yelling, Chen Hao. She is going to live, she must live! You help me see her, just look She gave her a look!"

The hand of the **** stick disappeared.

"You help me, Tang Mo, I beg you, help me. She must be alive, sure!"

Tang Mo: "Where does she live?"

"She is in Jing'an District, studying in the city of Bei Li, reading the first day. She..."

The mouth of the **** stick disappeared.

His eyes stared at Tang Mo.

The transparent line went to the root of his ear, and his eyes stared at Tang Mo, and his eyes were scary, as if he had exhausted his whole body.

"I am going to find her, she must be alive."

The line completely erased the ears of the gods, but the eyes of the gods suddenly relaxed. He was still crying. He couldn't speak. He just looked at Tang Mo. Before his eyes disappeared, he blinked at him. A tear fell and dripped on the ground.

Tang Mo was sitting alone at the door of the library. Xiao Zhao outside the door disappeared, and the **** stick in the door disappeared.

The eight o'clock bell rang in the library, and the pendulum clock struck the eighth. Tang Mo still sat on the cold ground.

"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby. Mom's hands, shaking you gently..."

A gentle and kind girl voice rang in the whole city of Suzhou.

Tang Mo turned his head stiffly and looked at the black giant tower 200 meters away from the library.

The colorful light shone on the black tower. One day ago, thousands of people were surrounded by the tower. After one day, only seven or eight people sat on the ground like Tang Mo, and looked up suddenly and watched the singer. The black tower of Lullaby.

The female voice sang at the beginning, and a group of children’s voices rang with the female voice.

"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby.

Mother's hands, shaking you gently.

The cradle shakes you and sleeps quickly.

The night is quiet and warm in the middle..."

The voice sang over and over again. The wind blew across the earth, bringing this wonderful song to a farther place.

After a song is finished, the familiar and familiar child voices.

"Hey! 498.16 million players successfully loaded into the game..."

"In the game archive..."

"The game data is loading..."

"The player information is loading..."

"Archive success..."

"Loading successfully..."

"Loading success..."

"Hey! On the 18th of the month, players are welcome to enter the game."

"Publish the three major iron laws of the Black Tower -"

"First, everything is explained to Black Tower."

"Second, 6:18:00 is the game time."

"Third, please all players try to attack the tower."

"Hey! The game is fun!"