First, demons are liars.

This is a hint to the angel: the demon has hidden their identity and is hiding by your side.

Second, the angel knows this book.

This clue seems useless, because Brian Carter knows too many books—even just the ones he remembers recently, there are at least several hundred.

Third, the demon knows this book.

This is a book that both Brian Carter and Logan Reed know.

The range is still very broad.

Logan Reed spent a year reading in the library. The books that both he and Brian Carter know number at least several thousand. The game can't possibly be this difficult. If this game were truly unwinnable, it could have just eliminated two players at the start without even beginning. So the answer must be something that both Brian Carter and Logan Reed can think of.

Brian Carter's first reaction was that book, "The Secret of the Disappearance of the Mayan Civilization."

This was a book he discussed with Logan Reed before the Black Tower incident. If you asked which book left the deepest impression on both of them, it would definitely be this one.

Logan Reed is definitely not stupid. When the game suddenly started, he immediately thought to act, and his performance was fairly convincing—that was already quite impressive.

Brian Carter suddenly started to wonder, if it were Victor, he would probably seize the initiative the moment the two of them entered the game together. Victor would never put himself at a disadvantage like Logan Reed. Logan Reed's way of acting seemed to make Brian Carter overlook him, making fewer mistakes by doing less, but he also lost the ability to change Brian Carter's mind or mislead him.

If it were Victor, what would he do...

Meanwhile, in the distant capital, a tall and handsome man in a crisp military uniform strode into the conference room. He pulled out a chair and sat at the edge of the conference table, his eagle-like eyes fixed on the scientist giving a presentation and the words on the big screen.

"Three days ago, the Black Tower was in a phantom state, which we call Type A Mirage. Over the past six months, we've conducted various experiments to test data related to the Black Tower..."

In the conference room, the scientists were engaged in heated discussion, until the chief spoke, his voice booming: "So, today is already the third day. What conclusions have you reached?"

All the scientists fell silent.

As the lowest-ranking officer present, Edward Foster quietly shifted his gaze, looking out the window.

In the pitch-black night sky, a giant black tower, sharp as a blade, hung over the heads of 21.72 million people in Beijing.

It was now 3:42 a.m. on November 18, 2017, with 4 hours and 18 minutes left until the end of the three-day elimination period.

Library.

Logan Reed sat in his chair, drenched in sweat. Though he claimed not to be nervous, his constantly trembling lips betrayed his anxiety. No one knew what "elimination" really meant—maybe it was just losing a game, or maybe it meant losing much more.

At that moment, the sound of footsteps echoed from deep within the bookshelves.

The pixelated little girl, holding that book, skipped over to Brian Carter. Her two pigtails drew pretty arcs in the air as she hopped, her little chest puffed out, her tone barely able to hide her delight. Suddenly, she reached out and handed the giant matchstick to Brian Carter.

"You really are a pretty capable angel. Since you helped me find the book, I'll give it to you."

Brian Carter took the giant matchstick with a wry smile, and asked instinctively, "The Little Match Girl?"

In an instant, a gap suddenly appeared in the thick mosaic on the girl's face. Brian Carter's eyes widened as he saw that, at the position of her eyes, the mosaic vanished, revealing a pair of large, lifeless, dead-fish eyes. The rest of her face was still covered in mosaic—only her eyes were exposed!

Brian Carter held his breath, wary of this strange change.

Those dead-fish eyes glanced listlessly at Brian Carter, thick disdain almost taking physical form.

"Uncle, haven't you grown up yet? Have you ever seen such a cute Little Match Girl?"

Brian Carter, who had just been demoted from "big brother" to "uncle": "..."

So your mosaic disappeared just to show me a look of disdain?!!!

Author's note: Mosaic: You're the Little Match Girl! Your whole family are Little Match Girls!

Brian Carter: Right now, I'm the only one in my family ^_^

Edward Foster, about to enter the "whole family" range: ......

Chapter 7 Brian Carter, save me, please save me!

As if it really was just to show her disdain, after saying this, the mosaic on the girl's face returned to normal. She handed the giant matchstick to Brian Carter, then turned and ran back into the depths of the bookshelves. Her long pigtails swayed from side to side with each hop, and her small figure disappeared into the shadows deep among the shelves.

"Ding dong! The confrontation game 'Who Stole My Book' has ended."

"Calculating game rewards..."

"Player Brian Carter has won the mission, and receives the rewards: 'Giant Matchstick' and 'Disdain from the Mosaic.'"

"Player David Brooks has failed the mission."