Dingdeng!

Zhou Mingrui was so scared that he took a few steps back by the scene in front of him, as if he was not himself in the dressing mirror, but a mummy.

How could a person with such a serious wound still be alive!

He couldn't believe it and turned his head to the other side. Even if the distance was extended and the light was blurred, he could still see the existence of the wound and the deep red blood stain.

"this……"

Zhou Mingrui took a breath and tried to calm himself down.

He reached out and pressed his hand to his left chest, feeling his heart beat violently, fast and vibrantly.

I touched the exposed skin again, and the slight coldness covered it with a warm flow.

After squatting down and verifying that his knees could be bent, Zhou Mingrui stood up again and was no longer so panicked.

"What's going on?" he frowned and planned to carefully examine the wound on his head.

After walking two steps forward, he suddenly paused again, because the light of the blood moon outside the window was relatively dim, which was not enough to support the "serious inspection".

A fragment of memory was stressed out, and Zhou Mingrui turned his head and looked at the gray-white pipes and wall lamps surrounded by metal grids on the wall next to the desk.

This is the current mainstream gas lamp, with stable fireworks and excellent lighting effects.

Originally, based on the family situation of Klein Moretti, let alone gas lamps, even kerosene lamps should not be expected. Using candles is a manifestation of identity and status. But four years ago, when he stayed up late to study and struggled for the Hoy University entrance exam, his brother Benson believed that this was an important thing that concerns the future of the family, and even if he borrowed money, he had to create good conditions for him.

Of course, Benson, who has been working for several years in literacy, is definitely not a reckless person who lacks means and does not consider the consequences. He fooled the landlord to pay for money to complete the basic renovation on the grounds that "installing gas pipelines is conducive to improving the level of the apartment and helping to rent in the future." He used the convenience of working in an import and export company to get a new gas lamp with a near-cost price. He only used savings and did not ask anyone to borrow money.

The fragments flashed by, and Zhou Mingrui returned to his desk, opened the pipe valve, and twisted the gas light switch.

Dada, the sound of friction and ignition continued, but the light did not come as Zhou Mingrui expected.

Da da da da da! He twisted a few more times, but the gas light was still dim.

"Hmm..." Withdrawing his hand, pressing the temple on the left, Zhou Mingrui squeezed out the memory fragments to find the reason for the incident.

After a few seconds, he turned around and walked to the gate, and came to a mechanical device that was also embedded in the wall and connected by gray-white pipes.

This is a gas meter!

After looking at the exposed gears and bearings, Zhou Mingrui took out a coin from his trouser pocket.

It is dark yellow in color, with a copper scent. It is engraved with a man wearing a crown on the front, and the wheat ears behind it are clustered with the word "1".

Zhou Mingrui knew that this was the most basic currency in the Lun Kingdom, called copper pennies. The actual purchasing power of 1 pence is about three or four yuan before he traveled through time. The value of this coin is 5 pence, half pence and one quarter pence, but it is still not fine enough. In daily life, you still have to gather together to buy items from time to time.

After letting the copper penny issued when King George III of his hand flipped around his fingertips for a few rounds, Zhou Mingrui twisted it and stuffed it into the slender "mouth" of the gas meter that was vertically opened.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!

As the penny fell to the bottom inside the meter, the sound of the gear rotation sounded immediately, playing a short and wonderful mechanical melody.

Zhou Mingrui stared at him for a few seconds, then returned to the wooden desk again, and reached out to twist the switch of the gas lamp.

Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da

A cluster of flames ignited and quickly grew. The bright light first occupied the interior of the wall lamp, and then passed through the transparent glass, covering the room with warm colors.

The darkness suddenly shrank and Crimson exited the window. Zhou Mingrui felt a little relieved and quickly walked to the dressing mirror.

This time, he carefully examined the location of his temples without missing any details.

After several comparisons, he found that except for the initial blood stain, no liquid flowed out of the hideous wound, as if he had obtained the best bleeding and bandage. The slowly wriggling gray brain and the wound flesh that grew at a speed visible to the naked eye were indicating the arrival of healing. Maybe thirty or forty minutes, maybe two or three hours, there would be only shallow traces left there.

"The therapeutic effect brought by time travel?" Zhou Mingrui curled down the corner of his right mouth and whispered silently.

Then, he let out a long sigh, no matter what the reason was, at least he was still a living person!

After calming down, he pulled the drawer, took out a small piece of soap, took one of them from the worn towel hanging next to the cabinet, then opened the door and walked towards the bathroom shared by the tenant on the second floor.

Well, the blood on my head needs to be treated to avoid the appearance of the crime scene. It doesn’t matter if I scare myself. If I scare my sister Melissa, who will wake up early tomorrow, then things will not end!

The corridor outside the door was dark, and only the crimson moonlight sprinkled in the window at the end barely outlined the outline of the things, making them look like the eyes of monsters who silently stared at the living people in the deep night.

Zhou Mingrui let out his light steps and walked towards the bathroom with a little fear.

After entering, the moonlight became more and everything became clear. Zhou Mingrui stood in front of the toilet and turned on the tap.

The sound of water came to his ears, and he suddenly thought of the landlord Mr. Frankie.

Because the water bill is included in the rent, the short and thin gentleman, wearing a vest and a black coat, always actively came to inspect several bathrooms and eavesdrop on the sound of running water inside.

If the noise was louder, Mr. Frank would wield his cane fiercely, slammed the bathroom door despite his gentlemanly demeanor, and shouted, "Damn thief!" "Waste is shameful!" "I remember you!" "Let me see you again, take your dirty luggage and get out!" "Believe me, this is the most cost-effective apartment in Tingen, and you will never find a more generous landlord than me!"

Retracting his thoughts, Zhou Mingrui wet the towel and cleansed the blood on his face, over and over again.

After looking at the torn mirror in the bathroom and confirming that only the hideous wounds and pale face were left, Zhou Mingrui felt much more relaxed, then took off his linen shirt and rubbed the blood spots stained with the help of soap.

At this moment, he frowned, remembering that there might be other troubles:

The wounds are exaggerated and there are a lot of blood. Apart from yourself, there should be traces in the room!

After a few minutes, Zhou Mingrui processed the linen shirt and quickly returned home with a wet towel. He first wiped the bloody handprints on the desk, and then relied on the light of the gas lamp to find other residues.

After searching, he immediately found that there were many splashing blood spots on the floor and at the bottom of the desk, and there was a yellow bullet beside the wall of his left hand.

"...I used the revolver to press the temple and fired a shot?" The clues before and after were suddenly penetrated, and Zhou Mingrui probably understood the cause of Klein's death.

He did not rush to verify, but first wiped off the blood marks seriously and dealt with the "site". Then he brought the bullet, returned to the desk, opened the pistol wheel to the left, and poured out the bullet inside.

Papapapapapapapa, there are five bullets in total and one shell, all of which are flowing with a brass luster.

"Sure enough..." Zhou Mingrui nodded slightly while squeezing the empty shell and stuffing the bullets one by one.

His eyes moved left, looking at the sentence "Everyone will die, including me" written on his notebook, and more doubts emerged in his heart.

Where did the gun come from?

Suicide or pretending to be suicide?

What can a history graduate who was born in a civilian state get involved?

How did this suicide method leave this bloody mark? Is it because I traveled through time in time and brought my own healing benefits?

After pondering for a while, Zhou Mingrui changed into another linen shirt, sat on the chair, and thought about more important things.

Klein’s experience is not the focus of his concern at the moment. The real problem is to figure out why he traveled through time and whether he could wear it back!

Parents, relatives, best friends, a colorful online world, a variety of delicacies... These are all the urgent moods to go back!

Pa, pa, pa... Zhou Mingrui unconsciously threw out the pistol wheel and put it back again, time and time again.

"Well, this period is not much different from the past. I'm just a little unlucky. How could I travel through time for no reason?"

"Unfortunate... By the way, I had a transfer ceremony before dinner tonight!"

A flash of lightning flashed through Zhou Mingrui's mind, illuminating his memory covered by the fog.

As a qualified keyboard politician, keyboard historian, keyboard economist, keyboard biologist, keyboard folklorist, I have always claimed to "know everything a little". Of course, my best friends often laugh at it as "knowing just something a little."

And alchemy is one of them.

Last year, when I returned to my hometown, I found a line-mounted vertical version of the "Minutes of the Secret Art of Qin and Han Dynasties" at the old book stall. It looked quite interesting and thought it would help me show off online, so I bought it back. Unfortunately, my interest comes quickly and goes quickly. The vertical version makes people feel very poor. I just turned it through the beginning and threw the book into a corner.

I waited until the last month that I was unlucky, lost my phone, ran away, made mistakes in my work, and bad things came in turn, and I accidentally remembered that there was a transfer ceremony at the beginning of the "Minute of Art", and the requirements were extremely simple and without any basic requirements:

Just make four portions of the staple food in your area and put it in four corners of the room. This can be on the table, on the cabinet, and then stand in the center of the room and walk out a square counterclockwise in four steps. The first step is sincere and silently chanted "Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord", the second step is silently chanted "Fusheng Xuanhuang Heavenly Lord", the third step is silently chanted "Fusheng Xuanhuang God", the fourth step is silently chanted "Fusheng Xuanhuang Heavenly Lord". After walking, close your eyes and wait in place for five minutes. The ceremony will be considered successful.

With the mentality of not having money anyway, I took out the book myself and cooked it before dinner as required. However, nothing happened at that time.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, I actually traveled through time!

Traveled through time!

"It's possible that the transfer ceremony... Well, I'll try it here tomorrow. If it's really because of it, then I have hope of wearing it back!" Zhou Mingrui stopped and shook the revolver and sat up straight.

No matter what, I have to give it a try!

A dead horse must be treated as a living horse!
Chapter completed!