Chapter 2 Situation

Ding Ding Deng!

Zhou Mingrui was so frightened by the sight in front of him that he took a few steps back, as if he was not in the full-length mirror, but a mummified corpse.

How could someone with such severe wounds be alive!

He turned his head in disbelief and checked the other side. Even if the distance was extended and the light was blurred, he could still see the existence of the penetrating wound and the deep red blood.

"this……"

Zhou Mingrui took a breath and tried to calm himself.

He reached out and pressed his left chest, feeling the rapid and vigorous beating of his heart.

He touched the exposed skin again, and the slight cold was covered by a warm flow.

After squatting down and verifying that his knees could still bend, Zhou Mingrui stood up again and was no longer so flustered.

"What's the matter?" He frowned and whispered, intending to seriously examine the wound on his head again.

After taking two steps forward, he suddenly stopped 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 burst out, and Zhou Mingrui turned to look at the wall lamp surrounded by gray-white pipes and 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 Klein Moretti's family situation, let alone gas lamps, even kerosene lamps should not be expected. The use of candles is a sign of identity and status, but four years ago, he stayed up all night to study for the Hoy University entrance exam. While struggling, brother Benson believed that this was an important matter related to the future of the family, and even borrowing money should create good conditions for him.

Of course, Benson, who has been literate and worked for several years, is definitely not a reckless, lack of means, and a person who does not consider the consequences. He fooled around on the grounds that "the installation of gas pipes will help improve the grade of the apartment and help future rentals". The landlord paid for the basic renovation, and he took advantage of the convenience of working for an import and export company to get a new type of gas lamp at almost cost price. He only used his savings and did not ask anyone to borrow money.

Fragments flashed past, Zhou Mingrui returned to the desk, opened the pipe valve, and twisted the gas light switch.

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

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

"Hmm..." Withdrew his hand and pressed his left temple, Zhou Mingrui squeezed out the memory fragments and searched for the reason.

After a few seconds, he turned his body and walked to the door, and came to a mechanical device that was also mounted on the wall and connected by gray and white pipes.

This is a gas meter!

Looking at the exposed gears and bearings, Zhou Mingrui took out a coin from his pants pocket.

It is dark yellow in color, gleaming with copper, with the head of a man wearing a crown engraved on the front, and the word "1" surrounded by wheat ears on the back.

Zhou Mingrui knew that this was the most basic currency of the Loen Kingdom. It was called copper pence. The actual purchasing power of 1 penny was roughly equivalent to three or four dollars before he crossed. There are three kinds of pennies, but they are still not precise enough. In daily life, they still have to round up to buy items from time to time.

After turning the copper penny in his hand, which was only issued when King George III came to the throne, with his fingertips, Zhou Mingrui twisted it and stuffed it into the vertically open slender "mouth" of the gas meter.

Jingle Jingle!

As the pennies fell to the bottom inside the meter, the rattling of the gears sounded, and a short and beautiful mechanical melody was played.

Zhou Mingrui stared for a few seconds, then returned to the wood-colored desk again, reaching out and twisting the gas light switch.

Da-da-da, smack!

A clump of flames ignited and quickly became larger. The bright light first occupied the interior of the wall lamp, and then passed through the transparent glass, casting the room with warm colors.

The darkness suddenly shrank away,

Crimson exited the window, Zhou Mingrui felt relieved for some reason, and hurried to the full-length mirror.

This time, he carefully examined the position of his temples, not letting go of a little detail.

After several comparisons, he found that apart from the initial blood stain, the ferocious wound did not flow out any more fluid, as if he had obtained the best hemostasis and bandage, while the slowly wriggling gray-white brain and the flesh and blood of the wound growing at a speed visible to the naked eye indicated that. When healing comes, maybe thirty or forty minutes, maybe two or three hours, there will be only shallow traces left.

"The therapeutic effect brought about by crossing?" Zhou Mingrui raised the corner of his right mouth and whispered silently.

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

After calming down, he pulled the drawer, took out a small piece of soap, and took one of the old towels hanging by the cabinet, then opened the door and walked to the bathroom shared by the tenants on the second floor.

Well, the blood on the head has to be dealt with, so as not to always look like a crime scene, it doesn't matter if you scare yourself, if you scare your sister Melissa, who has to get up early tomorrow, it will not end well!

The corridor outside the door was dark, only the crimson moonlight pouring in from the window at the end barely outlined the outlines of the protruding things, making them look like a pair of monster eyes silently watching the living in the dark night.

Zhou Mingrui lightly walked, and walked to the bathroom in a bit of a fright.

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

Clap la la, the sound of water in his ears, he suddenly thought of Mr. French, the landlord.

Because the water bill is included in the rent, this short and thin gentleman with a top hat, a vest, and a black formal coat always actively visits several bathrooms and eavesdrops on the sound of running water.

If the clattering was louder, Mr. French would ignore his gentlemanly manner, swing his stick violently, slam on the bathroom door, and yell "Damn thief!" "Waste is a shameful thing!" "I remember. You!" "Show me one more time and get out with your dirty luggage!" "Trust me, this is the best apartment in Tingen, and you'll never find a more generous landlord than me. It's gone!"

Recovering his thoughts, Zhou Mingrui wet the towel and washed the blood on his face, over and over again.

After looking at the tattered mirror in the bathroom and confirming that only the hideous wound and pale face were left, Zhou Mingrui felt relieved, then took off his linen shirt and rubbed the blood spots with soap.

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

The wound is exaggerated and there is a lot of blood stains. Apart from himself, there should be traces in the room!

After a few minutes, Zhou Mingrui disposed of the linen shirt, hurried back home with a wet towel, first wiped the bloody fingerprints on the desk, and then relied on the light of the gas lamp to look for other residues.

After looking for it, he immediately found that there were a lot of blood splashes on the floor and the bottom of the desk, and there was a yellow bullet on the wall in his left hand.

"...A shot was fired against the temple with the revolver?" The clues from the front and the back suddenly penetrated, and Zhou Mingrui probably understood the cause of Klein's death.

He didn't rush to verify, but first seriously wiped off the bloodstains and dealt with the "scene", then put on the bullet, returned to the desk, turned the revolver of the pistol to the left, and poured out the bullet inside.

Papapa, a total of five bullets, one shell, all flowing with a brass luster.

"Sure enough..." Zhou Mingrui glanced at the empty cartridge case, and nodded slightly as he stuffed the bullets one by one into the revolving wheel.

He moved his gaze to the left, looking at the sentence "Everyone will die, including me" written on the open notebook, and more doubts followed in his heart.

Where did the gun come from?

Suicide, or pretending to be suicide?

What can a civilian-born history graduate get into?

How did this method of suicide leave such bloodstains? Is it because I travel in time and bring my own healing benefits?

After pondering for a moment, Zhou Mingrui put on another linen shirt, sat down on the chair, and thought about more important things.

Klein's experience is not the focus of his concern at present. The real problem is to figure out why he crossed and can he wear it back again!

Parents, relatives, best friends, friends, colorful online world, all kinds of food... These are all the urgent feelings to go back!

Clap, clap, clap... Zhou Mingrui's right hand unconsciously threw out the revolver of the pistol and retracted it again, again and again.

"Well, this period of time is not much different from the past, it's just a little bit unlucky, how could it be inexplicable?"

"Unlucky... By the way, I did a transfer ceremony before dinner tonight!"

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

As a qualified keyboard politician, keyboard historian, keyboard economist, keyboard biologist, and keyboard folklorist, he has always claimed to "know a little bit of everything". understand a little." UU reading www. uukanshu.com

And sorcery is one of them.

When I went back to my hometown last year, I found a vertical version of "The Minutes of the Secret Art of Qin and Han" in the old book stand. It looked very interesting. I thought it would help to pretend to be coercive on the Internet, so I bought it back. Unfortunately, my interest came quickly. , go quickly, the vertical version makes people feel bad to read, I only turned the beginning and threw the book into the corner.

It wasn't until the last month that I was unlucky, lost my mobile phone, ran away from customers, made mistakes at work, and bad things happened in turn, and then I accidentally remembered that there is a transfer ceremony at the beginning of "The Minutes of Alchemy", and the requirements are extremely simple, without any foundation:

Just get four servings of the staple food in your area and put them in the four corners of the room, which can be on the table, on the cabinet, etc., then stand in the center of the room, walk out of a square with four steps counterclockwise, and the first step is to say sincerely " The second step is to recite "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun", the third step is "Fusheng Xuanhuang God", and the fourth step is "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun". After walking, close your eyes and wait for five minutes. , the ceremony is a success.

With the mentality of not wanting the money anyway, I dug out the book myself, and did it before dinner as required, but, however, nothing happened at that time.

Who knows, in the middle of the night, he actually passed through!

crossed!

"It must be the transshipment ceremony... Well, I will try it here tomorrow. If it is really because of it, then I can hope to wear it back!" Zhou Mingrui stopped shaking the revolver and sat up suddenly. Body.

Either way, try it yourself!

Dead horses must be treated as live horse doctors!

PS: Tomorrow, the third watch will make up for the lack of a chapter in the book (manually funny). Tonight, the first one in the morning, the second one at 12:30 noon, and the third one at 7:00 p.m.