After a long time, Logan Reed finally relaxed his tense back. He seemed to remember something, lowered his head, and looked at the edge of the floor illuminated by the light, softly saying, "In just over thirty days, it will be a year."

Brian Carter kept his gaze on the darkness, the corners of his mouth lifting as he said, "Your library card is valid for one year. Unfortunately, given the current situation, you might not get to use it again. But you must have finished reading all the books on mysticism and religion on the third floor of our library by now, right?"

"Just a little bit left. I was supposed to finish in a couple of days."

"That's really a shame."

Neither of them spoke again.

After a long while, Logan Reed said, "I know you guys often call me crazy behind my back. There really are a lot of things in this world that can't be explained by science. You never believed me before, thought I was nuts for talking about this stuff all the time. But what we encountered today—can you explain it with science?"

Brian Carter was silent for a moment. "I can't explain it."

Logan Reed said, "Exactly. Gods really do descend. The age of gods has already arrived. Our prophet, our holy master, he has never abandoned us. Those black towers that came to Earth, they are the true revealers of God. You and I have already been chosen by it. It was once Jesus, once Shakyamuni, and now it reveals itself as the black tower. We have a chance to become its twelve disciples. If we follow it, we can attain true salvation."

Brian Carter laughed. "Then why are you still afraid of it?"

Logan Reed: "..."

This is what it means to kill a conversation.

Since Logan Reed believes that what they're facing now is given by the black tower—the revealer of God in his mind—why is he still afraid? He should be embracing it.

They didn't talk anymore, but fortunately, this "night" wasn't too long. In the last ten minutes of the darkness, with a loud boom, a bookshelf burst into flames, lighting up the library ceiling in a fiery red.

Brian Carter's eyes narrowed.

Logan Reed suddenly jumped up from the ground in terror. "It's the H-section bookshelf! That's the H-section bookshelf!!!"

On the third day, the little girl changed into a black dress and skipped out from deep within the bookshelves. This time, she wasn't carrying her little backpack, but instead held a small basket filled with all sorts of delicious treats. As she passed by the two burned bookshelves, she didn't even glance at them, running straight to Brian Carter and Logan Reed.

Mosaic snorted angrily, "Where's my book?"

Brian Carter didn't answer, but instead asked her, "Don't you have school today?"

The little girl's expression was hidden under the thick Mosaic, but her cheerful, excited voice betrayed her mood: "Today we're going on a field trip. I love field trips the most! On the vast grasslands, there are little lambs, little white rabbits, little kangaroos. They're so big, so, so big." The little girl stretched out her arms, trying her best to show how big. She swallowed. "The lamb's thigh is the tastiest, the white rabbit's eyes look like candy balls, the kangaroo doesn't taste good, but mom likes it, so I want to roast some to bring back for her."

Logan Reed was already pale, but after hearing the little girl's words, he shuddered in fright.

Brian Carter turned to look at him. "Mr. Brooks, you don't look so well."

Logan Reed asked him, "Aren't you scared? The demon knows what we do during the day. He burned the H-section bookshelf on purpose. Luckily, the book wasn't on that shelf, or we might have already failed."

The little girl suddenly changed her expression. "Where's my book!"

Brian Carter looked at her. "Did you remember anything about the book today?"

The little girl didn't launch another "look of disdain from Mosaic"; instead, she looked at Brian Carter with a "caring for the mentally challenged" gaze from under the Mosaic.

"Why are angels as dumb as demons? I get it, you want my book too, don't you? That hateful demon, he already knew about the book, he knows my book is worth a fortune! That was a birthday present from my mom, he came to steal my book on purpose, he already knew, my book was from my mom, and if it goes missing, she'll be mad. You don't want to help me find my book, do you?"

The little girl suddenly pulled out a giant matchstick from her basket.

"You don't want to help me find my book at all!"

"Ding dong! Angel receives hint three: 'Friend, aren't you going to find the book? You're about to die, friend.'"

The little girl threw down her basket fiercely, holding the matchstick as big as her head, and stepped menacingly toward Brian Carter and Logan Reed.

Brian Carter looked down at her, and when she got close, he said in a strange tone, "That's why I hate kids the most, especially the ones who love to play pranks."

The little girl's steps suddenly stopped. It was as if he'd hit a sore spot, and she hurriedly said, "I never play pranks! I hate pranks the most! Who—who said I play pranks? I never do that, those things weren't me. I'm a good, well-behaved little girl!"

Brian Carter didn't answer.

Logan Reed looked at him nervously. "Brian Carter? How dare you provoke her?"