Chapter 4 (2/2)
The huckster, “…”
A moment later, Tang Mo asked, “…This is our hint?”
The huckster made an awkward expression. “Does this feather have any other effect?”
Tang Mo touched the feather and tossed the feather in the air. It seemed to be an ordinary feather without any magical powers. Tang Mo tried his hardest to pull out any power, but it stayed silent, like it was mocking him.
At this time, the light suddenly disappeared.
The huckster screamed with fright.
The entire library sank into darkness, causing Tang Mo’s heart to skip a beat. He was standing next to the help desk and reflexively turned on the old lamp on the table. The faint yellow light illuminated a small area around the desk, enclosing Tang Mo and the huckster.
Tang Mo stared at the bookshelves covered in darkness.
He endured his nerves and tired to turn on the other lights. He found that apart from the table lamp on the help desk, none of the other lights could be turned on. The two men sat on the floor, leaning against the desk.
In this endless darkness, their fear became more pronounced. The library had three fours and this was the only place with a dim light, no where else. It was as if there was a huge beast hidden in the darkness. Once they stepped out, they would be mercilessly swallowed.
“Do you hear anything?” The frightened huckster moved closer to Tang Mo.
Tang Mo’s scalp tingled and he listened carefully for a moment. “No, I don’t hear anything.”
The huckster gulped. “How is it suddenly so dark…?”
Tang Mo remembered the nursery rhyme that the child had sang. “Don’t speak for three days and three nights, the angel and demon wants it. The angels can get a hint during the day and the demon can burn a bookshelf at night…Is the day and night of the game time different from our normal time flow?”
The huckster was too scared to think at all.
Tang Mo tried to calm down. “It is two hours.”
“What?”
“The game started at 17:52. It is now 19:68, so two hours is one day.”
The huckster was shocked. “Why is your memory so good?”
The huckster only vaguely remembered the song the child was singing before. It seemed like a time was mentioned. But he was so terrified that he hadn’t paid attention to the time, let alone remember it. Yet Tang Mo actually remembered?
In fact, Tang Mo was also very surprised. He found that his memory now seemed surprisingly good. For example, he remembered the little girl had a pink bow on her Minnie bag and was holding a pink lollipop in her hand.
Since when had his memory been so good?
There was no time to think about it now.
Tang Mo spoke calmly. “Let’s assume that two hours is one day. The rhyme said to not speak for three days and three nights. This means the girl will die three days later. So… let’s presume that nighttime is also two hours. At ‘night’, the demon will come out to burn the bookshelf.”
In the following time, Tang Mo and the huckster stared wide-eyed at the 23 dark bookshelves.
The game forbid violence but an unknown fear swept over the two people. They were afraid to relax and held tightly to the explosion-proof sticks, as if getting some type of psychological comfor from it.
However, an hour and a half passed and they didn’t see a single person or a burning bookself.
The huckster asked, “Is there really a demon?”
Tang Mo’s lips tightened and his gaze turned to the huckster. “There should be.”
“Then why hasn’t he burned the bookshelf yet?”
Tang Mo leaned against the help desk and said meaningfully, “I also want to know why he hasn’t burned the bookshelf yet.”
The huckster didn’t understand him. Tang Mo gripped the stick as he watched the huckster with deep eyes. “Mr. Chen, why do you think the demon hasn’t burned it yet…”
Boom!
A loud explosion was heard in the library.
Tang Mo’s wide eyes moved to the place where the explosion began. He saw flames swallowing up a bookshelf. The huge flames in the library seemed terrible, as if it would burn everything up. Tang Mo and the huckster stared from beginning to end. However, they never saw anyone appear from there, even when the flames went out.
On the second day, the little girl appeared again with her Minnie Mouse schoolbag.
“You haven’t found my book yet? My mother went to visit the mole uncle’s home today. I managed to hide from her and she hasn’t discovered that my book has been stolen. I can’t hide it forever. She will find out. When will you find the book for me?”
Tang Mo’s face was pale and he rubbed his temple. “Do you have any clue about the book today?”
The little girl was very dissatisfied. “I told you that I don’t remember. If I don’t remember than I don’t remember!”
“This is the second day,” Tang Mo reminded her.
The little girl didn’t speak at these words. But Tang Mo could feel that under the mosaic, the little girl was giving him a strange look. She said, “You are an angel and have read so many books. You will certainly know that book. I’m not an angel. I hate reading books. How can I have a clue about the book? You should know!”
“Ding dong! The angel has received the second ‘Mosaic’s contempt’ clue.”
Tang Mo, “…”
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Tang Mo: I really can’t kill her?!!!