Chapter 8:

Tang Mo didn't have time to be sad and scared.
The stick and Xiao Zhao disappeared completely thoroughly, leaving no clothes and property. He didn't have to help pack things.
Tang Mo closed the door and left the library.
Under the black tower in the city center, there are still seven or eight people. They have six gods sitting on the ground without a master, do not understand what happened just now, why are they shouting with themselves? The companions of the line disappeared in just a few minutes; there are two middle-aged men dressed in elites. Remove the white wall.
The white plastic wall is built up by the police three days ago, and the black tower is enclosed inside to prevent the ordinary citizens from approaching.
Now Wu
The police disappeared, and the scientists who did research in the white wall disappeared. The two men took the white wall out of a big hole and approached the black tower. Tang Mo did not look at the past, he took a long look and continued to move forward.
So many scientists have studied for half a year and have not developed any clues. He didn't feel that he could figure out what the black tower was.
The first problem that Tang Mo had to face was that there was no car.
It’s 8:15, and at 8:00, the stick and Xiao Zhao disappeared. Like them, most people in this city have disappeared. No driver, bus or subway can't go home. In addition, many people are still driving when they disappear. Now these cars are bumping together and blocking the road.
Tang Mo walked for half a kilometer to see a small yellow car that fell to the ground.
He took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code.
"Sure enough, can't you use it..."
Tang Mo tightened his brow and knelt down to observe the lock key structure of the small yellow car. After watching it for two minutes, he took a stone from the ground and began to squat.
The huge anti-shock force made Tang Mo's wrist hurt, but his strength was much bigger than before. So he smashed twice and the lock of the steel was cut off.
Tang Mo looked thoughtfully at the iron lock that he had cut off and rode on a small yellow car to go home.
Forty minutes later, he entered the community and parked the small yellow car downstairs.
In the quiet community, there are no people around, only the rustling of the wind blowing the leaves rang softly. After Tang Mo went home, he simply packed up a little clothes. Tang Mo’s parents were only children, and his ancestors passed away when he was a child. When his parents died in a car accident, his contact with relatives was less.
A few friends who had a good relationship with Tang Mo did not stay in Suzhou after graduating from college. One went to Beijing and the other to Shanghai.
The daughter of the stick is also in Shanghai, he just can find a friend.
Tang Mo was trapped in the library yesterday evening. After returning home, he filled his stomach and then packed a few clothes into the suitcase. Things are packed, but there is a more serious problem -
He has no car.
From Suzhou to Shanghai, it takes only half an hour to take the high-speed train. It is an hour to drive.
The high-speed rail is definitely not operational now, and Tang Mo can't imagine the situation on the railway now. If it is the same as on the street, the driver suddenly disappears and countless cars are in a car accident. On the railway, the unmanned trains are probably also smashed into a ball.
He needs a car.
Tang Mo went upstairs and knocked on the door of the landlord. After three minutes, there was no reaction in the door. He picked up the iron wrench from the house and slammed the door lock hard.
When I entered the door, I smelled a very heavy gas smell.
Tang Mo looked at each other and rushed to the kitchen to close the gas stove and open the window for ventilation.
The kitchen table was also filled with chopped vegetables, and apparently the owner of the house was preparing to burn a delicious breakfast before disappearing. Tang Mo left the school a year ago to rent the house. The landlord is a very good old couple, and lives upstairs. Old couples have no choice but to retire at home. Sometimes they will invite Tang Mo to go upstairs to eat.
Tang Mo did not have a car. He used to borrow a car from the landlord.
He took the car keys out of the drawer under the TV cabinet and checked it around. He found that there was really no one in the house and left the door.
Shanghai is too close to Suzhou, and it won't cost too much oil to drive. But after Tang Mo got on the bus, he found out that the landlord's car is really no oil, and the pointer is approaching the red line. According to this oil quantity estimate, up to half of it, he has to anchor down halfway.
I can only go first.
Tang Mo inserted the key into the keyhole and swayed to the right. Just the moment he just started the car, a sharp pain suddenly invaded his heart. It seems that the heart was pressed hard by a big hand, and Tang Mo’s face became pale in an instant, and the heart thumped and thumped, and the blood flow rate was fast to the extreme.
His body temperature climbed at an unimaginable rate.
It is 40 degrees in one minute!
However, the high temperature of 40 degrees did not burn Tang Mo's brain. His consciousness was sober, and he clearly felt a sharp sharp knife cutting meat on his heart. The body temperature is still climbing, and the pain in the heart is gradually increasing.
Tang Mo slammed into the passenger seat, but this did not relieve the pain.
The intense pain made his consciousness gradually blurred.
Ten hours later, when Tang Mo woke up, the sky was already dark. In a coma, his clothes were wet with sweat again and again, then dried naturally, and then soaked in sweat. This repeated round-trip repetition did not know how many times, his heartbeat returned to normal, and the pain that did not come from disappeared.
Tang Mo’s face is a bit ugly, but his eyes are sharp and his eyes are bright.
He touched his chest and the heart had resumed normal beating. I checked the rest of the body again and there was no abnormality.
Then he reached out and grabbed a book from the air.
He completely grabbed the book from the air, but Tang Mo’s face was not surprised. This is a notebook-like book, a yellow-brown hard-kraft kraft cover, which opens the book with a blank space inside. Tang Mo stared seriously at the blank paper. Under his gaze, the lines of words appeared on white paper.
[Abilities: Eat dry and don't give money]
[Owner: Tang Mo]
[Type: Special type]
[Function: Collecting abilities]
[Remarks: Everyone has a dream in their hearts, and they don’t give money when they eat dry! Don't look at Tang Mo's appearance, and know that people don't know what to do. He also wants to do this kind of thing. Tang Mo was seven years old and stole the chocolate of his neighbor's child. He didn't give money. At the age of ten, he copied the same table and didn't give money. At the age of fifteen, he peeked at the first Xiao Huang in his life (with the brackets of calcium). Did not give money!
You see, he just wants to eat dry and not give money! 】
Tang Mo: "..."
are you crazy! ! !
Tang Mo almost wanted to slap the book to the wall.
Fortunately, he endured it.
This is his ability.
When Tang Mo woke up, he knew he had an ability. His power is not a fire, no lightning, no natural power, a book, or a book that makes people want to slap it.
Tang Mo kept looking at the book, but unfortunately there was no other word on the book except for the information displayed on the first page. He looked at it for half an hour and didn't see any clues. For a long time, another word appeared on the book.
[Remarks: Do you think Tang Mo will give money? Friends, he is trying to go to the gas station to cheer for money! 】
Tang Mo: "..."
"boom--"
A book was thrown out of the window.
After a minute, the young and handsome young man walked down from the car and slammed the book back in a blank expression.
The book was placed in the passenger seat, and Tang Mo did not go to see it. He drove the car to the nearest gas station. There was no death in the gas station. Several fuel pipes fell on the ground casually, and the pungent diesel flowed to the ground. It is estimated that the staff members are suddenly disappearing when they are refueling.
Tang Mo paused before getting off the bus and took the wallet in the back seat.
There was obviously no one in the gas station. He still shouted: "Is there anyone?"
Did not get a response, Tang Mo went directly to a tanker. This card has been inserted into the tanker and is a card commonly used by staff. Every staff member at the gas station has a very high number of cards, and they will directly draw fuel from this card to fuel the driver.
Tang Mo did not have a car and did not have a personal oil card. Now he can only use the staff's card to refuel.
In the quiet and empty gas station, the tall, thin, black-haired young man quickly filled the oil. The dark night always makes people feel nervous. It was originally a very busy part of the Suzhou Park, but now there is no one, only Tang Mo is standing in the bright light to cheer for his car.
There seems to be something hidden in the darkness around me, and the more sharp winds are whizzing past.
Tang Mo put the fuel pipe back. Before he left, his face changed. He seemed to think of something. He took two hundred dollar bills from his wallet and pressed it on the ground at the gas station.
Just as he got up and was about to return to the car, suddenly, a cold thing fell on his back, and Tang Mo continued to bend and did not move.
"Don't move! Take your wallet out, hurry up!"