pain!

it hurts!

The head hurts so much!

The bizarre dream full of whispers quickly shattered. Zhou Mingrui, who was sleeping, felt a thrilling head, as if someone had swung it hard with a stick. No, it was more like being stabbed into the temple by a sharp object and stirred!

Hiss... In a daze, Zhou Mingrui wanted to turn over, cover his head, and sit up, but he was completely unable to move his hands and feet, and his body seemed to have lost control.

It seems that I have not really woken up yet, and I am still in my dream... I might even think I have woken up, but I am still sleeping... Zhou Mingrui, who is not unfamiliar with similar encounters, tries his best to concentrate his will to completely get rid of the shackles of darkness and psychedelics.

However, when he was half asleep and half awake, his will was always erratic like smoke, which was difficult to control and restrain. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't help but his thinking was divergent and distracting thoughts emerged.

It's so good, it's midnight, why do you have a sudden headache?

It hurts so much!

Could it be a cerebral hemorrhage or something?

Damn, I won't die young like this, right?

Wake up quickly! Wake up quickly!

Hey, it doesn't seem to hurt as much as before? But my mind is still as if there is a blunt knife slowly cutting...

It seems that I can't continue sleeping, so how can I go to work tomorrow?

What else do you want to go to work? Someone has real headaches, of course you are asking for leave! Don’t be afraid of the manager’s words!

Thinking about it this way, it doesn’t seem bad either. Hehe, I’ve been free for half a day!

The squeaks and pains caused Zhou Mingrui to accumulate illusory power bit by bit. Finally, he thrust his back and opened his eyes in one go, completely getting rid of the half-sleeping and half-awake state.

His eyes were blurred first, and then a faint blush was covered with a faint blush. In the eyes, Zhou Mingrui saw a desk with a wood color in front of him. There was a spread out note in the center. The paper was rough and yellow. He looked up and wrote a sentence in strange letters. The ink traces were dark and eye-catching.

On the left side of the notebook, there is a neat stack of book books, about seven or eight. The wall on their right is inlaid with gray-white pipes and wall lights connecting to the pipes.

This lamp has a very classic Western flavor, about half the size of an adult's head, the inner layer is transparent glass, and the outer layer is surrounded by ferrous metal to create a grid.

Diagonally below the extinguished wall lamp, a black ink bottle was shrouded in a light red glow, and the embossed surface formed a blurred angel pattern.

In front of the ink bottle, on the right side of the notebook, a dark pen with a round belly was quietly placed, with a nib flashing with a shimmer, and the cap was placed next to a brass-colored revolver.

Pistol? Revolver? Zhou Mingrui was stunned. The things he saw were so strange that they had nothing like his room!

While shocked and confused, he found that the desk, notebook, ink bottle, and revolver were covered with a layer of crimson "veil", which was the brilliance shining in outside the window.

Subconsciously, he raised his head and his eyes moved up little by little:

In the air, a red full moon hung high above the black "velvet curtain" and shone quietly.

This... Zhou Mingrui stood up suddenly because he was not completely straightened, but his legs were not completely slapped, and his head was thrusting again, which made him lose his strength for a short time, and his center of gravity fell involuntarily, and his butt hit the chair made of hardwood.

Bang!

The pain failed to affect it, Zhou Mingrui pressed the table with his hand, stood up again, turned around in panic, and looked at the environment he was in.

This is a small room with a brown door on each side of the left and right sides. Next to the opposite wall is a wooden high and low bed.

There is a cabinet between it and the left door, with five drawers on the top.

At the edge of the cabinet, one person tall, there are also off-white pipes embedded on the wall, but it connects with a strange mechanical device, with gears and bearings exposed in a few places.

Things like coal stoves, as well as kitchen utensils such as soup pots and iron pots are piled in the right corner of the desk.

Going past the right door is a dressing mirror with two cracks. The pattern of the wooden base is simple and simple.

With a glance, Zhou Mingrui vaguely saw himself in the mirror, now himself:

Black hair, brown eyes, linen shirt, thin body, ordinary facial features, darker contours...

This... Zhou Mingrui immediately took a deep breath, and many helpless and messy speculations emerged in his heart.

Revolver, classic European and American style arrangement, and the crimson moon that is very different from the earth all illustrate a certain event!

Me, I won’t travel through time, right? Zhou Mingrui’s mouth opened little by little.

He grew up reading online articles and often had fantasies about it, but when he actually encountered it, it was difficult to accept it for a while.

This is probably what Mr. Ye is so-called good dragon? After a few dozen seconds, Zhou Mingrui complained about himself in pain.

If the pain in his head had not been still there and made his mind tight and clear, he would have suspected that he was dreaming.

Calm, calm, calm... After taking a few deep breaths, Zhou Mingrui tried hard to prevent himself from being so panicked.

At this moment, as his body and mind reconciled, memory fragments suddenly jumped out and slowly appeared in his mind!

Klein Moretti, a native of Tingen, Ahova County, the Kingdom of Roone, Northern Mainland, and a fresh graduate of the History Department of Hoy University...

My father was a sergeant of the Royal Army. He died in the colonial conflict in the Southern Continent. The pension he received gave Klein the opportunity to study in a private grammar school and laid the foundation for him to be admitted to the university...

My mother was a believer in the Night Goddess and died the year Klein passed the Hoy University entrance exam...

There is also an older brother and a younger sister who live together in a two-bedroom apartment...

The family is not rich, and it can be said that it is not good. Currently, it depends entirely on the brother who works as a clerk in the import and export company...

As a history graduate, Klein mastered the ancient fontaine language, known as the source of the writings of various countries in the Northern Continent, and the Hemiswen, which often appears in ancient tombs and is related to sacrifices and prayers...

Hermiswen Zhou Mingrui's heart moved, reached out and pressed his throbbing temple, and turned his gaze to the notes spread out on the desk. He felt that the lines of text on the yellowed paper had changed from strangeness to strangeness, from strangeness to familiarity, from familiarity to interpretable.

This is the words written in Hermis!

The dark and dripping ink trace said:

"Everyone will die, including me."

Hiss! Zhou Mingrui was inexplicably frightened, and his body leaned back instinctively, trying to distance himself from the notebook and from this line of text.

He was very weak and almost fell down. He hurriedly reached out and pressed the edge of the table. He felt that the air around him became restless, and there were faint whispers in his ears, which made him feel like he heard his elders telling horror stories when he was a child.

Shaking his head, everything was just an illusion, Zhou Mingrui stood firm again, took his eyes away from the notebook, and gasped.

At this time, his eyes fell on the revolver with a flashing brass luster, and a question suddenly arose in his heart.

"With Klein's family background, how can I have money or channels to buy a pistol?" Zhou Mingrui couldn't help but frown.

While pondering, he suddenly found that there was half a red handprint on the edge of the desk, which was darker than the moonlight and thicker than the "light veil".

That's a bloody handprint!

"Bloody Handprint?" Zhou Mingrui subconsciously opened the right hand that had just pressed the table edge, looked down, and saw that his palms and fingers were covered with blood.

At the same time, the throbbing pain in his head was still coming, slightly weakening and continuous.

"I won't be able to kowtow, right?" Zhou Mingrui turned his body and walked towards the cracked dressing mirror.

After a few steps, a medium figure, black hair, brown eyes, and a distinctly bookish figure clearly caught his eye.

This is what I am now, Klein Moretti?

Zhou Mingrui was stunned for a moment, because the light was not bright enough in the middle of the night and could not see clearly, so he continued to move forward until he was only one step away from hitting the mirror.

In the blushing moonlight like a gauze, he turned his head and checked the situation on his forehead.

The clearly reflected mirror is presented as a truth. A hideous wound entrenched in his temple. The edges are burning marks, the surroundings are covered with blood, and the grayish-white brain is slowly squirming inside.
Chapter completed!