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 whispered, intending to carefully examine the wound on his head again.
After walking two steps forward, he suddenly paused again, because the light of the blood moon outside the window was relatively dim and was not enough to support the careful examination of this matter.
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 situation of Klein Moretti's family, not to mention 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, lacking means, and does not consider the consequences. He used the reason that installing gas pipelines was conducive to improving the level of the apartment and helping to rent out in the future. He fooled the landlord to pay for money to complete the basic renovation. He took advantage of the convenience of working in an import and export company and got a new gas lamp with a cost price, but he only used his savings and did not ask anyone to borrow money.
The debris flashed by, Zhou Mingrui returned to his desk, opened the pipe valve, and twisted the gas light switch.
Da da da da da da da shook the sound of friction and ignition, 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.
Well... Withdrawing his hand, holding 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 the 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 shimmering, and a man wearing a crown engraved on the front, with wheat ears clustered on the back.
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 approximately equivalent to 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 detailed enough. In daily life, he still has to gather together to buy items from time to time.
After letting the copper penny issued when King George III of his hand flipped the 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!
As the penny fell to the bottom inside the meter, the sound of the gear rotation sounded, 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 and twisted 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 bunch 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.
What are the therapeutic effects of time travel?Zhou Mingrui raised the corner of his right mouth and whispered silently.
Then, he breathed 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 out of 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 always looking at the scene of the crime. It doesn’t matter if I scare myself. If I scare my sister Melissa, who will have to get 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 silently staring 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 with a top hat, a vest, a black formal jacket, always actively came to patrol several bathrooms and eavesdrop on the sound of running water inside.
If there was a lot of noise, then Mr. Frank would wield his cane fiercely, hit the bathroom door, and shouted damn thief, regardless of his gentlemanly demeanor!Waste is a shameful thing!I remember you!Let me see it again, and take your dirty luggage and get out!Trust 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 wound was exaggerated and there was a lot of blood. Apart from myself, 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.
...With the revolver pressing against the temple and firing a shot?The clues before and after were suddenly understood, 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 scene. 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 a total of five bullets and one shell, all of which are flowing with a brass luster.
Sure enough... Zhou Mingrui looked at the empty shell and nodded slightly while stuffing the bullets one by one.
His eyes moved left, looking at the sentence written on his notebook that everyone would die, including me, 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 something more important.
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, friends, the colorful online world, various delicacies... These are all the urgent feelings to go back!
Bang, bang, bang... Zhou Mingrui unconsciously threw out the pistol wheel and put it back again and again.
Well, this period is not much different from the past. Ah is just a little unlucky, so why did he travel through time for no reason?
Unlucky... By the way, I had a fortune 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 a little about everything. Of course, my best friends often laugh at me for knowing just a little about everything.
And alchemy is one of them.
Last year, when I returned to my hometown, I found a line-mounted vertical version of the Qin and Han secret arts 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 the corner.
I waited until I was unlucky in the past month, lost my phone, ran away, made mistakes in my work, and bad things came in my turn, and I accidentally remembered the magic minutes. There was a fortune ceremony at the beginning, 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 placed on the table, on the cabinet, etc., then stand in the center of the room, walk out a square counterclockwise with four steps. The first step is sincere and silently recited Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord, the second step is silent and recited Fusheng Xuanhuang Heavenly Lord, the third step is silent and recited Fusheng Xuanhuang God, the fourth step is silent and recited Fusheng Xuanhuang Heavenly Lord, after walking, close your eyes and wait in place for five minutes, and 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!
There is a certain possibility that it is that fortune 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 shaking 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!
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 whispered, intending to carefully examine the wound on his head again.
After walking two steps forward, he suddenly paused again, because the light of the blood moon outside the window was relatively dim and was not enough to support the careful examination of this matter.
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 situation of Klein Moretti's family, not to mention 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, lacking means, and does not consider the consequences. He used the reason that installing gas pipelines was conducive to improving the level of the apartment and helping to rent out in the future. He fooled the landlord to pay for money to complete the basic renovation. He took advantage of the convenience of working in an import and export company and got a new gas lamp with a cost price, but he only used his savings and did not ask anyone to borrow money.
The debris flashed by, Zhou Mingrui returned to his desk, opened the pipe valve, and twisted the gas light switch.
Da da da da da da da shook the sound of friction and ignition, 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.
Well... Withdrawing his hand, holding 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 the 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 shimmering, and a man wearing a crown engraved on the front, with wheat ears clustered on the back.
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 approximately equivalent to 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 detailed enough. In daily life, he still has to gather together to buy items from time to time.
After letting the copper penny issued when King George III of his hand flipped the 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!
As the penny fell to the bottom inside the meter, the sound of the gear rotation sounded, 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 and twisted 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 bunch 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.
What are the therapeutic effects of time travel?Zhou Mingrui raised the corner of his right mouth and whispered silently.
Then, he breathed 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 out of 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 always looking at the scene of the crime. It doesn’t matter if I scare myself. If I scare my sister Melissa, who will have to get 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 silently staring 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 with a top hat, a vest, a black formal jacket, always actively came to patrol several bathrooms and eavesdrop on the sound of running water inside.
If there was a lot of noise, then Mr. Frank would wield his cane fiercely, hit the bathroom door, and shouted damn thief, regardless of his gentlemanly demeanor!Waste is a shameful thing!I remember you!Let me see it again, and take your dirty luggage and get out!Trust 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 wound was exaggerated and there was a lot of blood. Apart from myself, 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.
...With the revolver pressing against the temple and firing a shot?The clues before and after were suddenly understood, 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 scene. 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 a total of five bullets and one shell, all of which are flowing with a brass luster.
Sure enough... Zhou Mingrui looked at the empty shell and nodded slightly while stuffing the bullets one by one.
His eyes moved left, looking at the sentence written on his notebook that everyone would die, including me, 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 something more important.
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, friends, the colorful online world, various delicacies... These are all the urgent feelings to go back!
Bang, bang, bang... Zhou Mingrui unconsciously threw out the pistol wheel and put it back again and again.
Well, this period is not much different from the past. Ah is just a little unlucky, so why did he travel through time for no reason?
Unlucky... By the way, I had a fortune 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 a little about everything. Of course, my best friends often laugh at me for knowing just a little about everything.
And alchemy is one of them.
Last year, when I returned to my hometown, I found a line-mounted vertical version of the Qin and Han secret arts 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 the corner.
I waited until I was unlucky in the past month, lost my phone, ran away, made mistakes in my work, and bad things came in my turn, and I accidentally remembered the magic minutes. There was a fortune ceremony at the beginning, 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 placed on the table, on the cabinet, etc., then stand in the center of the room, walk out a square counterclockwise with four steps. The first step is sincere and silently recited Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord, the second step is silent and recited Fusheng Xuanhuang Heavenly Lord, the third step is silent and recited Fusheng Xuanhuang God, the fourth step is silent and recited Fusheng Xuanhuang Heavenly Lord, after walking, close your eyes and wait in place for five minutes, and 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!
There is a certain possibility that it is that fortune 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 shaking 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!
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