"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang softly, but no one opened the door. Are you not at home?

The woman who rang the doorbell stood at the door, hesitating whether to press the doorbell again.

"Bang!"

There was a sound of furniture colliding with each other in the house, and it was obvious that someone was inside.

She hesitated for a second, then reached out to ring the doorbell again.

This time, before her fingers touched the button, the door lock suddenly rang, the green leather security door was opened to a narrow crack of five centimeters wide, and a tired face appeared behind the door, peering at her.

"Um...what's the matter?" Zhou Ming looked at the young woman in front of him nervously. He was not sure whether she was familiar with him.

"Zhou Ming, can you contact the landlord?" the woman asked timidly, "I can't contact him. The gas stove in the rental house is broken and we have to have it repaired."

Zhou Ming touched his nose and thought that since the other party knew his name, he seemed to be an acquaintance.

He was silent for a few seconds and said, "I can't contact him either."

Zhou Ming was silent, and the other party was also silent. She frowned and stood at the door, looking at him with a pleading look, with no intention of leaving.

So, he had to add: "If I contact him, I will tell you immediately."

"Oh." The woman nodded slightly, obviously a little disappointed, but she quickly regained her composure and took out a ceramic box and held it in front of her chest, "Can you heat up dinner for me? I don't have a microwave in the house."

Zhou Ming hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and said, "Let me help you heat it up. I just sprayed cleaning agent in the room, so it's not easy to move around for the time being."

"Oh, okay, okay."

The woman handed the ceramic box in her hand to Zhou Ming, tilted her head slightly and glanced into the room, but Zhou Ming's body blocked her view.

Zhou Ming took the lunch box, closed the door, took a deep breath, calmed down and walked to the kitchen, leaving a bloody footprint with every step.

He went to the kitchen and used the microwave to heat up the meal for the other party. He tapped his fingers lightly on the countertop with a slightly solemn look on his face.

The landlord is dead, and "he" killed him.

So he couldn't let that woman in, because his bedroom was full of blood. He was cleaning the scene when the other party knocked on the door. If he hadn't accidentally hit the cabinet, he wouldn't have come out to open the door... What's worse, when he came out

I forgot that the soles of my shoes were all covered in blood, but now there were shocking bloody footprints all over the white tiles in the entrance hall.

"Ding!"

The microwave oven beeped that it was finished heating. Zhou Ming took out the heated lunch box and returned to the entrance. He opened the door a small crack and handed the lunch box to the other party: "It's heated."

"Oh, thank you." The woman nodded slightly, lowered her head and stood there, still not intending to leave.

"If... I contact the landlord, I will tell him about you immediately." Zhou Ming said.

The woman nodded and said "Yeah", and Zhou Ming also nodded.

"That's it, goodbye."

With a bang, the door closed. Zhou Ming breathed out a sigh of relief, his heart beating like a drum in his chest.

He forced himself to calm down and walked into the toilet.

In the mirror, there was a pair of heavy dark circles on a tired face. Although the appearance was delicate, there was a bit of indifference between the eyebrows and eyes. This face was exactly the same as the one he remembered, but his skin tone was whiter.

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Zhou Mingduo glanced at himself in the mirror, held the wash basin with one hand, reached out to lift up the hem of his shirt, and observed his body, discovering that this body had extremely obvious signs of exercise.

Finally, his eyes fell on the corner of the mirror, where there was a line of text painted with red paint - [I am you, I am you in another world, go and turn on the computer]

There can be no mistake, this body really is not his, but belongs to himself in another world. There should be no technology in this world that can make a person who lacks exercise turn into a muscular man after sleeping, even if

With such high-tech technology, there is no reason to use it on a worthless ordinary student like him.

So the only explanation is that he traveled through time... and traveled to himself in another world.

In addition, it was no coincidence that he traveled here. The original owner of this body obviously knew that he would come, otherwise he would not have left bloody words on the ceiling of the bedroom outside, nor would he have written on the corner of the mirror.

"I didn't expect... such a thing would happen." Zhou Ming was immersed in shock and could not recover for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, he walked out of the bathroom and returned to the bedroom.

The bloody smell in the air made him feel slightly uncomfortable. Zhou Ming frowned and carefully observed the bedroom for the second time.

There is a bed on the left wall of this room, and a huge bookcase filled with books is placed next to the bed. The wall facing the bookcase is densely covered with various information and photos, and the papers are pinned to the wall with thumbtacks.

, there are red threads tied on the nail caps, and the red silk threads crisscross the wall, forming a strange red spider web.

There are a large number of folders piled on the computer table next to it. Each folder has its own number. These numbers correspond to the photo numbers on the wall and seem to be detailed information about the photo clues.

If he hadn't known earlier that this was the original owner's bedroom, Zhou Ming might have regarded this place as a base for a secret police investigation.

"It seems that I am doing some unfair things in this world." Zhou Ming murmured, feeling even heavier.
Chapter completed!