This is a single player game.

Tang Mo pulled out his knife, not caring whether walking into the hole would attract gophers and cause danger. He walked into the third hole and dug out the dirt mixed with white powder on the ground.

Fortunately, Tang Mo's foray into the cave did not attract the gopher. He leaves the cave with the dirt, places it on the ground, and begins to separate the clumps from the white powder.

Little by little he picked out the white powder.

Tang Mo had never been so concentrated as now, his face was as heavy as water, he did not spare every tiny white powder, he picked them all out. It took him a full hour to completely separate the white powder from the soil.

After doing this, he immediately ran to the fifth hole.

An hour has passed, and the black-furred gopher that fought Tang Mo just now has stopped snarling; it has long since left and disappeared into the depths of the hole in the ground.

Tang Mo looks down at the dirt in the fifth hole.

Each hole is about three meters in diameter, and Tang Mo placed the plate on the left edge of the hole when he put it there yesterday. At the moment, on the left side of the cave, the white powder is mixed with the soil and is about to merge with it. The plate he placed today is also powdered, a little farther down the hole.

The black-furred gopher still ate the gopher today.

With Tang Mo around, he won't pay attention to the groundnuts, he'll attack the people first. But without a human, it will continue to eat the groundnuts.

Tang Mo walks into the depths, ears perked up to listen for movement within the cave, all the while scooping up the day's disk powder.

There were three piles of dirt and three white powders. Tang Mo will first compare the two white powders from the fifth hole, which were formed when ceramics were smashed. Finally, he turns his attention to the white powder from the third hole.

Three powders, all comparisons.

"Is ...... exactly the same."

Tang Mo squeezed her fingers tightly and looked at the three piles of white powder on the floor. These powders were all powders formed when the white porcelain plates were tapped and shattered.

The white powder in the third hole was definitely not put there yesterday, nor was it put there before six o'clock today. Yesterday Tang Mo looked closely at the nine holes, and before six o'clock today he checked the nine holes again to make sure that they were unchanged from yesterday (except for the fifth hole which had the powder from the plate he had put there yesterday near it) before he then randomly chose the fifth hole.

"Fought the black-furred gopher for about five minutes, then rested outside the cave for three minutes afterward. The walk from the fifth cave entrance to the third cave entrance took at most half a minute." Tang Mo Xin said, "Plus when I finished checking the third cave entrance earlier, there are still five or six minutes until six o'clock. At most ...... fifteen minutes."

Within fifteen minutes, someone put a plate in the third hole, and the plate was shattered into powder.

"There should still be groundnuts on the plate, and it too should have been shattered by a black-furred gopher."

Tang Mo's hand pressed against the large match tattoo as he let his eyes look around.

At the foot of the mountain was a vast vegetable field, and in the darkness of the night, the dim moonlight shone on the nine eerie gopher holes. Stones rolled gently on the ground as the night wind blew through.

No one.

Not a soul.

But within a fifteen-minute period around 6:00 p.m., at least one person put a plate in the third hole and then also had it shattered by a gopher. If that's the case, it would be a pretty perfect explanation of why Tang Mo waited for a black gopher instead of a golden gopher at the fifth hole when there was clearly a high probability of 80%.

Game Rule #7: Placing more than two holes or a player and food not standing in the same hole has a 0 probability of the Golden Gopher appearing.

A total of two holes had food placed in them and the two players were not standing in the same hole. How could he have waited until the Golden Gopher!

Tang Mo gripped the matches tightly and suddenly swung them around, smashing one against the boulder in front of the cave entrance. Cobweb-like cracks radiated in all directions from the strike point of the match, and the dull knocking sound echoed across the valley. Tang Mo appeared to be mad, wanting to casually vent his anger at being teased by the Black Tower in his heart, but he kept his attention on his surroundings, and once that unknown enemy (which could be a player or a Black Tower monster) appeared, he would attack.

But five minutes passed and nothing appeared.

Tang Mo put away the matches as he wrinkled his brow in thought. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he quickly ran back to Grandmother Wolf's hut and into her kitchen.

On the kitchen table sat a total of seven stacked white plates. Granny Wolf had taken them from the cupboard before she left. Tang Mo saw her action of taking the plates, and later combined with the rules of the game, he thought that these seven plates were for him to put food on.

Now that two days have passed, he should have used up two plates.

Tang Mo pounces on the dining room table and counts the number of plates from bottom to top.

"One, two, three, four ...... five."

No less!

Tang Mo looked at the five plates, and after a while he picked up the big match and walked out of Granny Wolf's hut. He did not walk towards the back of the mountain, he walked out along the mountain path that the gorilla had taken him into the mountain. When he reached the corner of this mountain path, suddenly, an invisible wall appeared in front of him, blocking him on one side and preventing him from advancing any further.

"Dingdong! Have arrived at the game copy border."

Tang Mo gripped the large match and turned to go in another direction. This was the only way down the mountain, but what if he were to jump straight down from the other side? With his current physical fitness, jumping from halfway up this kind of short mountain shouldn't kill him, at most he would break his leg. But then he would be able to make contact with the outside world and learn some more information.

However, Tang Mo was just about to jump off the other side when an invisible wall once again stood in his way.

"Dingdong! Have arrived at the game copy border."

Tang Mo: "......"

So that means that since the game officially started, his range of motion has become this little mountain of Grandma Wolf's?

And who the hell is that other guy who puts the plates on!

The hill was shrouded in thick night color. There is no way to be anxious and skeptical, Tang Mo calmed down and first recalled the eight rules promulgated by the Black Tower from beginning to end.

"...... It didn't say there was only one player."

Yes, neither Granny Wolf's words nor the rules of the game in the Black Tower ever say with any certainty that Tang Mo is the only one who wants to catch the gopher. It's true that Granny Wolf wanted her granddaughter to catch the golden gopher, but there might have been someone else besides Granny Wolf who also wanted to catch the gopher.

Tang Mo didn't know who the other person was, it could be a player, an underground person, or a monster. But he couldn't find this person.

The hill where Granny Wolf lives is so big that you can see everything on it from the top, as well as the nine gopher holes at the bottom. The biggest possibility is that Tang Mo couldn't have seen the man at all.

To put it nicely, right now Tang Mo is completing his own game mission, he is playing a solo tower attack game, which destines him to have no teammates. But no one is saying that there can't be other players also attacking the tower at this time, or playing a side game with the same mission.

"He also put the disk in the hole, and he should have caught the gopher in the same way as I did. I couldn't see him and he shouldn't be able to see me, otherwise he couldn't have watched me place the plate at the other hole. With food being placed in more than two holes, the probability of a golden-haired gopher appearing is 0. Only black-haired gophers will appear." Tang Mo had completely calmed down at this moment, and as he walked towards Granny Wolf's hut, he pondered, "Did he also use a plate to hold the food ......"

Tang Mo stood still in front of the hut door, feeling that something was wrong.

An unseen "companion" (both parties are trying to catch gophers, so they can be recognized as companions for the time being) is trying to catch gophers in the same way. The food is not necessarily the same, as Tang Mo only finds powder on a white porcelain plate in the third hole, and the food is eaten by the gopher, which may be a groundnut or something else.

Tang Mo suddenly thought, "Could it be that what he wants to catch is not a golden-furred gopher, but a black-furred gopher?" But he quickly dismissed this speculation, "The black-furred gopher's favorite food is the groundhog, not the groundnut. If you want to catch it, there's no need to lure it with food, just stand at the entrance of the hole yourself." And from the tone of Grandmother Wolf's voice, Tang Mo felt that she didn't seem to hate the black-haired gopher.

Monsters don't hate black-furred gophers, only golden-furred ones.

Tang Mo closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, opens the door and enters the cabin.

There were a total of three questions before him now.

First, who was the unseen person who put the plate in the third cave. Is it a player, an underground person, or a monster?

Second, what the hell is that guy trying to do? Is he also trying to catch a golden gopher?

Third, how do you get that person to put the plate in this hole of theirs. If the other person is not a monster, he also has to get him to stand in the same hole as himself.

The Black Tower didn't say that only one food and one player were allowed, but no matter how much food or how many players there were, they all had to stand in the same hole or the Golden Gopher wouldn't show up.

Tang Mo can't answer any of these three questions.

A companion who is simply invisible, unable to communicate, unable to learn anything, a situation that does not give Tang Mo a chance to find a solution.

"It can't be that hard. It's a game, there's got to be a strategy to get through it, there's got to be ......" Tang Mo slammed the door shut with a thud and paced back and forth in the hut, "I can't see the man, and the man can't see me. But 80% likely, his mission is the same as mine. I'm going to find a way to reach him. Now that I've noticed the situation, has he noticed? How am I going to reach him and get him to notice me ......"

Tang Mo's footsteps abruptly stopped. He suddenly felt as if he had forgotten something, a very important thing.

From the first time he was dragged into a library game by a goddam, to being forced to participate in a tower attack game, to a Monopoly game with a huge death toll, Tang Mo has never been so passive as he is now, unable to find a way to get through the game.

Yet this is ultimately a game.

If it's a game, there must be a way to get through it.

Tang Mo slowly composed himself, he quieted down and sat down on Granny Wolf's soft little sofa, his eyes calmly looking at the pink altar on the coffee table.

The ceramic powder altar was exactly the same as it was before Tang Mo left in the afternoon, with no trace of having been moved. Tang Mo's eyes slid upward from the bottom of the altar. He looked at the rounded body of the altar, at the light pink color of the moonlight shining on it. Finally, he looked at the round mouth of the altar for two minutes, and suddenly, his eyes widened.

"Draw a circle and curse you!"

Tang Mo almost jumped up from the couch. He finally remembered that he possessed such an extraordinary ability.

Draw a circle to curse you ability, can curse any one object, can only be used once per day, probability of success is 30%, effect unknown.

This ability can be used without knowing the exact look or name of the person you're cursing, just who you're cursing - for example, if Tang Mo knows that the person is the one who put the plate in the third hole at six o'clock tonight, then you can use the ability on him or her.

Tang Mo leans down, places his right index finger against the coffee table and begins to draw a circle. He gently slid the first stroke toward the upper right corner, following it further in the direction of the lower right corner. This time, however, as he drew the circle, his fingers began to tremble. It took Tang Mo a full minute from the first stroke to complete the crooked circle.

In the underground cave of the Big Mole, in order to prove his supernatural power, Li Bin drew two circles with his own hands. Both circles were extremely neat, as if they were drawn with a compass, and they were exactly the same size at the same time.

After copying Li Bin's power, Tang Mo only used it four times. Once to curse the stowaways who attacked Shibei Middle School, once to curse Mario, and then twice to curse the two stowaways he attacked on Nanjing Road. When he started to use his powers, his fingers would draw a regular circle without his control.

But this time, Tang Mo looked at the crooked circles she had drawn on the coffee table, and her gaze grew a little heavier.

As if he sensed something, he removed his book of powers from the air.

Tang Mo turns the book to the first page.

[Alien Power: I'm just one spiritual field away from the protagonist]

This has long been used to store large matches and cannot be used again.

Page two.

[Alien Power: Drawing a Circle to Curse You]

It has just failed to be used.

Page three.

[Alien Power: Finding Friends]

......

On page 5, Tang Mo saw the "Goblin, give me back my grandfather" power. He walked out of the hut, looked at the silent and dark valley, put his hands on his waist, and shouted four words to the empty valley: "Give me back my grandpa!"

In the cold, dark night, Tang Mo's voice echoed in the valley of the monster for a long time. Unfortunately, only the sound echoed, not the fire.

Tang Mo's heart suddenly fell into an ice cellar. He didn't give up, he began to use other supernormal abilities such as "Swallowing Miles like a Tiger" to experiment one by one. But no matter how Tang Mo tried to use them, except for Chen Shanshan's "Super Intelligent Thinking" which had no obvious effect, none of the other supernormal abilities with concrete manifestations worked.

All failed.

"This copy prohibits the use of psychic powers?"

Tang Mo in pursed his lips and gave the answer in his mind: no, he can use his powers, he can take out big matches.

The act of removing a large match from a wrist tattoo is in itself a use of the "I'm one spiritual field away from being the protagonist" ability. This ability can be used, but all other abilities cannot be used. Even during Tang Mo's fight with the black-furred gopher, he didn't realize he had it.

He realized now that he seemed to have forgotten about the fact that he possessed psychic powers, and was just fighting the black-furred gopher with pure physical strength and large matches.

"...... Perhaps this copy only allows the use of Reita powers."

Tang Mo gave an explanation for now. He threw the book of powers back into the air and took a crystal clear tear from his pocket.

It's "earthworm tears."

Tang Mo decides to experiment with whether he can use props or not.

Earthworm's Tears was a consumable prop that could only be used three times to repair broken wounds. Tang Mo did not intend to cut off his own hand this time, he took out his knife and made a not too deep but not too shallow cut on his left arm. The knife touched the skin and blood immediately flowed down, the sharp pain pierced Tang Mo's brow slightly as he placed the earthworm's tears on the wound.

Five minutes later, Tang Mo's powerful body as a full-fledged player had automatically stopped the bleeding, but the earthworm's tears were still peacefully pressed onto his wound without playing any role.

Tang Mo puts the earthworm's tears back in his pocket and pulls out Mario's hat again.

He had already hit the wall with the hat three times this afternoon and gotten three things, throwing one of them into the pink altar in exchange for the groundhogs that had been given to the gophers to eat. Mario's hat can only be safely used three times a day, and on the fourth time it is used, the user feels lightheaded and dizzy, which has some negative effects on the body.

But Tang Mo doesn't hesitate; he puts on his hat and crashes into Granny Wolf's fireplace.

Bang!

An old, blackened silver ring clatters to the floor, and Tang Mo rests against the wall for a moment, bending down to pick it up.

Mario's hat works.

Then the last prop he owns is the rare quality Huo Ji egg.

Tang Mo took out the Huo Ji egg from his pocket and looked at it with a grave gaze. After a long time, he tapped on the Huo Ji egg three times and whispered, "Mr. Fu?"

A chilly evening breeze blew up to Grandmother Wolf's window, rattling the glass.

There's no echo in Huo Ji's egg.

Tang Mo's fingers holding Huo Ji's egg tightened as he called out again, "Mr. Fu?"

Three minutes passed and still no sound.

Tang Mo raised his right finger and drew an "S" directly on the Huo Ji egg. With this stroke, the "S" character on Huo Ji's egg did not emit a dazzling white light like every time he had used it before. But Tang Mo seemed to see nothing as he shouted out the name: "Fu Wenduo!"

The only thing that responded to him was the sound of the wind whistling past the window.

Ten minutes later, Tang Mo put away the Huo Ji eggs. He walked over to Granny Wolf's window and looked into the nine big, dark gopher holes at the foot of the mountain. At that moment, the pink alarm clock next to the sofa beeped and its hour hand pointed to the 12 o'clock position.

It's already the third day.

"It's a single player game." Tang Mo looked away from the third opening of the gopher burrow, his voice very calm and composed. He came to the final conclusion, "That person, it's me."