Chapter 12:

The big mole grinds gently on the matchstick head of the giant match with sharp claws. Oh, a spark sparked on the head of the bright red match, and soon the raging flame swallowed the whole match. The squirrel put the match on the ground, stringed the huge turkey with long claws, and baked it on the flame.
The female college student went to the corner to raise the cook and looked up: "He is fine, fainted."
Tang Mo and Li Wen helped Li Bin.
In addition to the unconscious cook, the other six sat on one side, far from the big mole.
However, this underground cave is only so large, even if it is sitting in the farthest position, the burning sound of the match and the tempting taste of the turkey can not be avoided.
The bright meat oil slowly flows on the tight meat of the turkey, and finally falls into the burning flame. Tang Mo has never smelled such a seductive scent, without any condiments, just simply turkey on a match, and the meat-like scent has penetrated into everyone's nose.
The giant match illuminates the cave, allowing everyone to see the turkey more clearly. The color of the butter is a little bit of butter, and the outer skin is slightly burnt. With the sound of the flames in the smashing, the outer skin is baked more crispy and crispy. Even if you can't eat it, you can think of what kind of delicious it is.
Everyone swallowed.
The matches burned to ashes and the turkeys were already baked.
The squirrel sits on the ground and gives off the light in the small eyes. The sharp claws and the huge fangs suppressed the impulse of six people to grab the turkey. Tang Mo looked at the big mole and bite it on the turkey. When he ate the turkey, the expression became Very soft.

The turkey baked with mosaic matches, but the most delicious thing in the world, I didn’t tell anyone. This is the happiest Thanksgiving I have ever had.

The Mole gnawed the turkey with his teeth, ignoring the humans who were sitting in the distance and swallowing.
In this way, Tang Mo has no complaints. Among the six people who are still awake, the number of Tang Mo is the most combative. But even if he was, he tried hard to use the book of Ben, and when he only collected an ability, he used the ability to launch a sneak attack. He was also stopped by the other paw and was taken away from the match. Fuel roasted turkey.
How much enjoyment the expression of the big mole, the six people's stomach is called how loud.
It seems to be a good mood. After eating a chicken leg, the big mole bites another chicken leg and mutters: "How do you have a mosaic match?"
The other party suddenly asked, Tang Mowei, said calmly: "Before... unfortunately touched one side."
The big mole "oh" said: "Is the small mosaic arson this time, or is it murder? In fact, she is a little girl who is obedient, but she has a special hobby. You must also think she is very cute?"
Tang Mo: "..."
I always feel that this is a fatal problem that is a death.
In his own life and conscience, Tang Mo relentlessly chose the former.
"She is really cute." Tang Mo said with no expression.
The big mole nodded: "Yes, she is as cute as I am."
Tang Mo: "..."
Everyone: "..."
as long as you are happy.
The big mole ate another chicken leg and began to eat chicken wings. It moves very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, and the sharp claws disassemble the bones on the chicken wings. Tang Mo doubled. If you press this speed, the big mole wants to kill them seven people is simply easy. Then it has been tossing for so long, is it... is it playing?
The big mole ate the turkey in a stupid way. Where did you know that Tang Mo had been thinking for a long time and he was alert. While eating meat, he said vaguely: "This time I really want to thank you for the match. The mosaic match is the best fuel for roasting turkey, but her little girl is not sensible at all, saying that she should use a match to set fire. Never give me one."
Tang Mo reminded: "You just said that she is a little girl who is sensible."
The big mole touched his head: "Have I said it? I don't remember." The Great Mole quickly shifted the subject: "According to common sense, you shouldn't start attacking the tower at this time. The mosaic matches are the same. A very good weapon can accompany you through the second floor, and you can barely cope with those disgusting bugs on the third floor. I am so lucky, I met you in advance and enjoyed my turkey in advance. Ah, thanks to black. Tower, Happy Thanksgiving!"
Tang Mo looked carefully at the big mole, and suddenly his hand was gently touched. He turned and saw that Luo Fengcheng made a mouth shape: a set of words.
Tang Mo had long planned, he took advantage of the opportunity of the great mole to feel good, seemingly casually asked: "Would we not attack the tower at this time?"
The Mole ate the meat and nodded. "At your current level, how many people have awakened their abilities? If it is the first layer in normal mode, you will die if you just come in, and you can't even enter my cave. Those dragons can kill you on the top."
Luo Fengcheng seized the key words: "Abilities? Normal mode?"
The Mole only answered the latter point: "Yeah, are you not playing mental retardation now?"
Mentally retarded people: "..."
It seems that the Black Tower did say it at the beginning. This is the first layer of mental retardation mode...
A turkey has been eaten in half, and Tang looked at the wreckage of the turkey. Although he wants to know about the abilities, now he has more important things to know: "Mole... Uncle, what is the attack tower?"
"The tower is attacking the tower. You can't attack the tower now. It's just because a stowaway accidentally reached the level of attacking the tower. You were forced into the game by him." The voice suddenly stopped, and the big mole licked his paw. The oil juice, "Hey, then, should I also thank the stowaway, if he didn't open the game ahead of time, you can't get in. You can't get in, I can't eat such a delicious turkey. But he is smuggling. Guest..."
Tang Mo: "What is a smuggler?"
The Mole suddenly raised his head and flashed a glimmer of light in his eyes.
"Stolen passengers, that is, have never experienced the game, and log in to Black Tower in other ways. They are the most disgusting villains. If you catch one and eat him, you will get powerful power. I like to eat illegally. Their meat is fragrant and tender, and it also contains powerful power. Every stowaway has an abilities!"
The six people glanced at each other. Even the junior high school students understood that the person who "logged in the Black Tower" might refer to those who survived and did not disappear.
Tang Mo heard the scalp numb, but he still remained calm: "Where did they log in to the Black Tower?"
The teeth of the big mole rubbed up and down and made a harsh sound: "There are three ways to enter the black tower. The three results produce three identities, namely official players, reserve players and stowaways. Official players participate in the black tower within three days. The game, winning, won the official recognition of the Black Tower players. The reserve did not participate in the Black Tower game in three days, but participated in other games, and to some extent, the Black Tower recognized. They will only win a Black Tower game in the future. You can be promoted to a regular player. Finally, there are them, my favorite stowaway..."
The big mole took a sip of water.
"Stolen passengers are people who have eliminated a player in a murderous manner within that three days. Before the game officially begins, each human being is a hidden player. If at least one hidden player is eliminated, you can log in to the Black Tower. ......" The big mole raised the small, sharp eyes. "Including is not limited to the game. Killing, is also eliminating players."
Tang Mo’s heart slammed a bit and quickly returned to calm.
He remembered the first stowaway he had ever seen.
Qian Sankun, the thief. Tang Mo originally thought that he was the same winner as himself, who had survived an inexplicable game and finally survived. In the book of the abilities, Qian Sankun’s name has the words
stolen passengers
. Tang Mo has never understood it, but he did not expect it to mean this...
The big mole began to eat turkey chicken, and he bite, blushing and said: "It’s a pity that the stowaway didn’t come to me, or else he ate him... one can start the attacking game ahead of time. The stowaway, how delicious he should be! How much power I can get from eating him!
The Great Mole said with great regret:
Every official player and stowaway must have turned on the ability, and the chance of the reserve opening the ability is slightly. A little lower. I really want to eat the stowaway..."
The mole rat swallowed again.
A few people in Tang Mo could not imagine the scene of eating a living person, but the words that the Mole had just said had already laid out a clear and black world of them.
There are three types of the world's only remaining 400 million people, including official players, reserve players and stowaways. Reserves may have abilities, and regular players and storks are sure to have abilities. Official players such as Tang Mo, he owns the book of the book; stolen passengers such as Qian Sankun, have the ability to store objects in the body.
Now they don't know which of the three players is a higher percentage. It may be a formal player or a reserve player, but it is definitely not a smuggler.
Those who have killed in those three days, even on a global scale, cannot exceed 10 million people.
There are a few smugglers. Who are the official players and reserve players?
Tang Mo’s inexplicable feeling may be that a formal player like him is a minority. At least four of them, seven of them certainly haven't participated in the Black Tower game.
The big mole began to eat the last piece of chicken breast: "It's a pity that the stowaway that started the attacking tower game must have been swallowed up now. Why didn't he come to me? So delicious stork, I want to eat. One..."
After eating the last turkey, the big mole licked the round belly. The air is still filled with the scent of turkey, and everyone a few mouthfuls, comforting themselves can also smell the taste of turkey.
The big mole is no exception. He sniffed in the air with a bright red nose.
Gradually, the scent of the turkey dissipated.
A clear boy voice rang in the ears of several people in Tang.
"Hey! Complete the sideline mission 1: Bake a turkey for the cute uncle Mole."
Everyone was relieved.
At this time, I heard a strange and sharp laugh. The squirrels opened their tiny eyes, and the sharp and sharp edges swept through all the human beings present. It giggled, and no one knew how it made such a weird sound. This sound is like the noise of the nail sliding over the glass. Everyone has a goose bump and a hairy hair.
Then I listened to it with an excited and oppressive voice: "Hey, what did I find? I was just hidden by the taste of the turkey. I have only noticed until now that there are two official players in your seven human beings. , four reserve and ... a stowaway! My black tower, why are you so good to me today, I have to eat this stolen passenger, I want to eat him! Happy Thanksgiving!"
"Hey! Trim Task 2 Trigger: Find the stowaway!"