"Rock, paper, scissors!"
"Ah, I've lost. Am I out of your league then?"
The two girls looked at each other and laughed together.
Those who were in the mood to take the bus and go on with their daily lives were the ones who didn't care much about The black tower, and Tang Mo arrived at the library to see thousands of people with signs blocking the road and confronting the armed police. These are the people who are very concerned about The black tower, and who really think that The black tower will bring about the end of the world.
Tang Mo took a detour and entered the library through the back door, he seemed to be the only one in a hurry to come back for something, there was no one else in the empty library. The chanting of the marchers was heard outside the door and echoed in the library. Tang Mo found his locker and took the few books inside out.
He was about to leave when he suddenly heard a dull sound from the southeast corner.
Tang Mo stops in his tracks and looks over there. After a moment, he takes a black blast stick out of the security guard's locker, stands on tiptoe and cautiously walks towards the corner.
"Who's there?"
No echo.
I can still faintly hear the sound of someone picking up a book from the corner, the other person shoving it back into the shelf, dropping another book in their fumbling hands.
Tang Mo walked over to the bookshelf in the corner, turned around with a flourish and bellowed, "Who's there!"
An ordinary-looking young man with a messy head of hair looks over at Tang Mo in a panic, with a book in his hand.
Tang Mo's grip on the blaster relaxed and he said in surprise, "Mr. Chen, the godsend ...... ahem? What are you doing here?"
The magus looked at Tang Mo with stiff movements, laughed dryly and shoved the fallen book back into the shelf.
Tang Mo frowned, "How did you get in here?"
"There's a window left open on the east side there ...... I just came in to have a look and see ......"
Tang Mo recalled that there was indeed a window on the east side of the library, but that one was attached to the floor and connected to the basement, mainly for ventilation. How the hell did this bully get in? Did he really climb through the window?
Tang Mo: " Mr. Chen, we'd be very embarrassed if you did that, it would be considered stealing."
"I didn't steal anything!" The clergyman said hastily.
Tang Mo looked him up and down, clutching the blasting stick in his hand, and walked over to the bookshelf in front of the cleric and looked at it closely.
No less books indeed, just as he had left them three days earlier.
"So what exactly do you want this time in ......"
"Dingdong! The confrontation game 'Who the hell stole my book' has triggered. 17 November 2017, 17:52pm, players Tang Mo, Chen Fangzhi are safely in game time. The player has entered the sandbox, the game map has been created and data loading is complete ......"
In an instant, the shouting and sloganeering outside the library disappeared into thin air.
In the empty library, a deceptively clear child's voice rang out of nowhere, chanting a nursery rhyme that no one had ever heard before.
"La la la la, la la la la.
A stick gently beaten.
Two players go through the house.
Three days and three nights without a word.
The angel demon wants it.
Hush ...... Who really stole my book?"
--------------------
The author has something to say.
The world view is revealed step by step ~ hehehehehe, this article is trying to write an interesting story, but the romance must also be sweet sweet sweet, the young attacker has already appeared, you have guessed who is it =V=
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
"Ah, I've lost. Am I out of your league then?"
The two girls looked at each other and laughed together.
Those who were in the mood to take the bus and go on with their daily lives were the ones who didn't care much about The black tower, and Tang Mo arrived at the library to see thousands of people with signs blocking the road and confronting the armed police. These are the people who are very concerned about The black tower, and who really think that The black tower will bring about the end of the world.
Tang Mo took a detour and entered the library through the back door, he seemed to be the only one in a hurry to come back for something, there was no one else in the empty library. The chanting of the marchers was heard outside the door and echoed in the library. Tang Mo found his locker and took the few books inside out.
He was about to leave when he suddenly heard a dull sound from the southeast corner.
Tang Mo stops in his tracks and looks over there. After a moment, he takes a black blast stick out of the security guard's locker, stands on tiptoe and cautiously walks towards the corner.
"Who's there?"
No echo.
I can still faintly hear the sound of someone picking up a book from the corner, the other person shoving it back into the shelf, dropping another book in their fumbling hands.
Tang Mo walked over to the bookshelf in the corner, turned around with a flourish and bellowed, "Who's there!"
An ordinary-looking young man with a messy head of hair looks over at Tang Mo in a panic, with a book in his hand.
Tang Mo's grip on the blaster relaxed and he said in surprise, "Mr. Chen, the godsend ...... ahem? What are you doing here?"
The magus looked at Tang Mo with stiff movements, laughed dryly and shoved the fallen book back into the shelf.
Tang Mo frowned, "How did you get in here?"
"There's a window left open on the east side there ...... I just came in to have a look and see ......"
Tang Mo recalled that there was indeed a window on the east side of the library, but that one was attached to the floor and connected to the basement, mainly for ventilation. How the hell did this bully get in? Did he really climb through the window?
Tang Mo: " Mr. Chen, we'd be very embarrassed if you did that, it would be considered stealing."
"I didn't steal anything!" The clergyman said hastily.
Tang Mo looked him up and down, clutching the blasting stick in his hand, and walked over to the bookshelf in front of the cleric and looked at it closely.
No less books indeed, just as he had left them three days earlier.
"So what exactly do you want this time in ......"
"Dingdong! The confrontation game 'Who the hell stole my book' has triggered. 17 November 2017, 17:52pm, players Tang Mo, Chen Fangzhi are safely in game time. The player has entered the sandbox, the game map has been created and data loading is complete ......"
In an instant, the shouting and sloganeering outside the library disappeared into thin air.
In the empty library, a deceptively clear child's voice rang out of nowhere, chanting a nursery rhyme that no one had ever heard before.
"La la la la, la la la la.
A stick gently beaten.
Two players go through the house.
Three days and three nights without a word.
The angel demon wants it.
Hush ...... Who really stole my book?"
--------------------
The author has something to say.
The world view is revealed step by step ~ hehehehehe, this article is trying to write an interesting story, but the romance must also be sweet sweet sweet, the young attacker has already appeared, you have guessed who is it =V=
