Chapter 1 Crimson

pain!

it hurts!

Head hurts!

The bizarre and whispered dream quickly shattered. Zhou Mingrui, who was asleep, only felt an abnormal pain in his head, as if he had been slapped with a stick.

Hiss... In a daze, Zhou Mingrui wanted to turn over, cover his head, and sit up, but he couldn't move his limbs at all, and his body seemed to lose control.

It seems that I haven't really woken up yet, I'm still in a dream... Maybe there will be a situation where I think I'm already awake, but I'm actually still sleeping... Zhou Mingrui, who is not unfamiliar with similar encounters, tried his best to concentrate his will to completely Free yourself from the shackles of darkness and psychedelics.

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

It's so good, most of the night, why do you have a sudden headache?

It hurts so much!

Could it be a brain hemorrhage or something?

I rub, I won't die so young, will I?

Wake up now! Wake up now!

Hey, it doesn't seem to be as painful as before? But it's still like a dull knife is slowly cutting through my mind...

It seems that I can't continue to sleep. How can I go to work tomorrow?

What do you want to work on? A real headache, of course, is to ask for leave! Don't be afraid of the manager Rory!

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem like it's bad, hehe, stealing for half a day!

The throbbing pains made Zhou Mingrui accumulate illusory power bit by bit, and finally, he pushed his back and opened his eyes in one go, completely getting rid of the half-sleep and half-awake state.

His vision was blurred at first, and then covered with a touch of crimson. As far as his eyes could see, Zhou Mingrui saw a desk with a log color in front of him. In the center was an open notebook. The paper was rough and yellow, with strange letters on his head. The text is written with a sentence, the ink is dark and eye-catching.

On the left side of the notebook by the edge of the table, there is a neat stack of books, about seven or eight, and the wall on the right side of them is inlaid with gray-white pipes and wall lamps connected to the pipes.

This lamp has a Western classical flavor, about the size of half an adult's head, the inner layer is transparent glass, and the outside is surrounded by a grid of black metal.

Obliquely below the extinguished wall lamp, a black ink bottle shrouded in a reddish brilliance, and the relief on the surface constituted a vague angel pattern.

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

pistol? Revolver? Zhou Mingrui was stunned. The things he saw were so unfamiliar that they didn't have the slightest resemblance to his own room!

While stunned, he found that the desk, notebook, ink bottle, and revolver were covered with a layer of crimson "light veil", which was the brilliance that came in from the window.

Subconsciously, he raised his head and looked up a little bit:

In mid-air, above the black "velvet curtain", a red full moon hangs high, shining peacefully.

This... Zhou Mingrui was inexplicably frightened and stood up abruptly, but his legs were not completely straightened, and his head throbbed again, which made him lose his strength for a short time, his center of gravity fell involuntarily, and his butt slammed into the hardwood. on the chair.

Snapped!

The pain had no effect, Zhou Mingrui pressed his hand on the table, stood up again, turned around in a panic, and looked at his environment.

It was a small room with a brown door on the left and right, and a wooden bunk bed next to the opposite wall.

Between it and the left door sits a cupboard, facing above and five drawers below.

On the edge of the cabinet, at the height of one person, there is also a gray-white pipe inlaid on the wall, but it is connected to a strange mechanism, with exposed gears and bearings in a few places.

In the right corner near the desk, there are things like coal stoves, as well as kitchen utensils such as soup pots and iron pots.

Beyond the right door is a full-length mirror with two cracks, and the pattern on the wooden base is simple and unadorned.

With a glance, Zhou Mingrui vaguely saw himself in the mirror, his current self:

Black hair, brown eyes, linen shirt, thin body, ordinary facial features, dark outline...

This... Zhou Mingrui suddenly took a deep breath, and there were many helpless and messy guesses in his heart.

The revolver, the European and American classical style layout, and the crimson moon that is very different from the earth, all of them explain a certain event!

I, I will not pass through, right? Zhou Mingrui opened his mouth a little bit.

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

This is probably the so-called Lord Ye Hao Long, right? After dozens of seconds, Zhou Mingrui complained to himself in spite of his bitterness.

If it weren't for the pain in his head that still existed, making his thinking tense and clear, he would definitely suspect that he was dreaming.

Calm, calm, calm... After taking a few deep breaths, Zhou Mingrui tried his best not to panic.

At this moment, with the reconciliation of his body and mind, the memory fragments suddenly jumped out and slowly appeared in his mind!

Klein Moretti, a native of Tingen, Ahowa County, Loen Kingdom, North Continent, a recent graduate of the History Department of Hoy University...

His father was a sergeant in the Royal Army. He died in the colonial conflict in the southern continent. The pension in exchange gave Klein the opportunity to enter a private grammar school and laid the foundation for him to enter the university...

Her mother, a believer of the Evernight Goddess, passed away the year Klein passed the Hoy University entrance exam...

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

The family is not wealthy, and it can even be said that it is not good. Currently, it depends on the brother who is a clerk in the import and export company to maintain...

As a graduate of the Department of History, Klein has mastered the ancient Feysac language, which is known as the source of the languages ​​of the Northern Continent, as well as the Hermes language that often appears in ancient tombs and is related to sacrifices and prayers...

Hermeswen? Zhou Mingrui's heart moved, he stretched out his hand to hold down his throbbing temple, and turned his eyes to the notebook spread out on the desk, only to feel that the line of words on the yellowed paper changed from strange to unfamiliar, from unfamiliar to familiar, from familiar become interpretable.

These are words written in Hermes!

Thus said the deep black ink:

"Everyone will die, including me."

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

He was very weak and almost fell. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold the edge of the table, only to feel that the air around him became restless, and there were faint whispers echoing in his ears.

Shaking his head, everything was just an illusion, Zhou Mingrui regained his footing, looked away from the notebook, and took a deep breath.

At this moment, his eyes fell on the revolver that gleamed with brass luster, and a question suddenly popped up in his heart.

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

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

That's a bloody handprint!

"Blood handprint?" Zhou Mingrui subconsciously opened the right hand that was holding the edge of the table just now, looked down, and saw that the palm and fingers were covered in blood.

At the same time, the throbbing pain in his head still came, slightly weakened, and continued.

"You won't break your head, right?" Zhou Mingrui turned around while thinking, and walked towards the full-length mirror with cracks.

A few steps later, a figure of medium stature, black hair and brown eyes, with a clear bookish air, clearly caught his eye.

This is who I am now, Klein Moretti?

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

Under the veil-like crimson moonlight, he turned his head to check the condition of his forehead.

The mirror that reflected clearly showed it as it was. A ferocious wound was entrenched in his temple, with burning marks on the edge, blood stains all around, and gray-white brains slowly squirming inside.