Chapter 1 Scarlet

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 later, 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 floating 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!

It can't 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 like 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?Some people have real headaches, of course, it’s a leave Ah!Don't be afraid that the manager will talk!

Thinking of this, it seems that it is not bad. Hehe, I have been free for half a day of my life!

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-sleep and half-awake state.

His eyes were blurred first, and then a faint blush was covered with a faint blush. Within the sight, Zhou Mingrui saw a desk with a wood color in front of him, with 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 was dark and eye-catching.

On the left side of the notebook, there is a neat stack of 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 black metal to create the 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 tiny ray of light flashing, 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 from 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, shining 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, and a wooden high and low bed next to the opposite wall.

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

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

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

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

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 really encountered it, it was difficult to accept it for a while.

This is probably what Mr. Ye is good dragon?After a few dozen seconds, Zhou Mingrui complained 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 reconciliation, memory fragments suddenly jumped out and slowly appeared in his mind!

Klein Moretti, a native of Tingen, Ahova County, the Kingdom of Roone, Northern Continent, and a fresh graduate of the history department of Hoy University...

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

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

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

The family is not rich, and it can be said to be bad. 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 Frasak language, known as the source of the writings of various countries in the Northern Continent, as well as the Hemiswen, which often appears in ancient tombs and is related to sacrifices and prayers...

Hermisven?

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 veil.

That's a bloody handprint!

Bloody handprints?Zhou Mingrui subconsciously opened the right hand that had just pressed the table. He looked down and saw that his palms and fingers were covered in blood.

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

You won't be able to kowtow, right?Zhou Mingrui turned his body while guessing 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.

Is this 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 veil, he turned his head and checked the situation on his forehead.

The clearly reflected mirror is presented as it is true, a hideous wound entrenched in his temple, with burning marks on the edge, blood stained around it, and gray-white brains inside are slowly squirming.