Pain!

It hurts!

My head hurts!

The strange dream full of whispers quickly shattered, and Zhou Mingrui, who was asleep, only felt that his head was throbbing abnormally, as if he had been slammed with a stick, no, it was more like being pierced into the temple by a sharp object accompanied by agitation!

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

It seems that I haven't really woken up yet, and I'm still dreaming...... Later, there may be a situation where you think you're awake but you're still asleep...... Zhou Mingrui, who is no stranger to similar encounters, tries his best to concentrate his will in order to completely break free from the shackles of darkness and psychedelia.

However, when he was half-asleep and half-awake, his will was always fluctuating like smoke, difficult to control, difficult to contain, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't help but diverge his thoughts, and distracting thoughts emerged.

It's good, in the middle of the night, how can you suddenly have a headache?

It hurts so much!

It can't be a cerebral hemorrhage or something, right?

I'm rubbing, I'm not going to die young like this, am I?

Wake up! Wake up!

Hey, it doesn't seem to hurt as much as it just now, but it still feels like there's a blunt knife slowly cutting through my head......

It seems that I can't continue to sleep, how will I go to work tomorrow?

What else do you want to go to work? There is a real headache, of course, it is to ask for leave! Don't be afraid of manager Rory!

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem to be bad, hehe, stealing half a day's leisure!

Bursts of throbbing pain made Zhou Mingrui accumulate illusory power bit by bit, and finally, he shook his back and opened his eyes with all his might, completely getting rid of the half-asleep state.

The vision was blurred at first, and then covered with a faint crimson, as far as the eye could see, Zhou Mingrui saw a log-colored desk in front of him, with an open notebook in the center, the paper was rough and yellowed, and he looked up and wrote a sentence in strange alphabet characters, the ink was dark and eye-catching.

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

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

Diagonally below the extinguished sconce, a black inkwell is shrouded in a reddish glow, the embossing of the surface forming a vague angel pattern.

In front of the inkwell, on the right side of the notebook, a dark fountain pen with a rounded belly sits quietly, the tip of the pen shimmering with a shimmering nim, and the cap rests next to a brass-colored revolver.

Zhou Mingrui was stunned, the things he saw in front of him were so unfamiliar, and there was nothing like his own room!

Stunned and dazed, he found that his desk, notebook, inkwell, and revolver were covered with a crimson "light veil", which was the light shining in from the window.

Subconsciously, he raised his head and moved his gaze up a little:

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

This...... Zhou Mingrui was inexplicably frightened, and stood up suddenly, but his legs were not completely straightened, and his head was throbbing again, which made him lose his strength for a short time, his center of gravity fell involuntarily, and his buttocks hit the hardwood chair hardwood.

Syllable!

The pain did not have an effect, Zhou Mingrui pressed his hand on the table, stood up again, turned his body in a panic, and looked at the environment he was in.

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

Between it and the left door is a cabinet with five drawers at the top.

The edge of the cabinet, one person high, also has gray-white pipes embedded in the wall, but it is connected to a strange mechanism, with gears and bearings exposed in a few places.

In the right corner near the desk are stacked with things that resemble coal stoves, as well as kitchen utensils such as soup pots and iron pots.

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

With a sweep of his eyes, Zhou Mingrui vaguely saw himself in the mirror, his current self:

Black hair, brown eyes, linen shirt, thin body, ordinary facial features, and a deep silhouette......

This...... Zhou Mingrui suddenly gasped, and many helpless and messy speculations surged in his heart.

The revolver, the classical European and American style arrangement, and the crimson moon that is very different from the earth, all indicate a certain event!

I, I'm not going to cross over, right? Zhou Mingrui's mouth opened a little bit.

He grew up reading online articles, and often has fantasies about it, but when he really encounters it, it is difficult to accept it for a while.

This is probably the so-called Ye Gong Haolong, right? After dozens of seconds, Zhou Mingrui complained to himself bitterly.

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

Calm, calm, calm...... After taking a few deep breaths, Zhou Mingrui tried to make himself not so flustered.

At this moment, as his body and mind reconciled, fragments of memories suddenly jumped out and slowly appeared in his mind!

Klein Moretti is a native of Tingen, Ahowa, Kingdom of Rune, North Continent, and a recent graduate of the history department of Hoy University......

His father was a sergeant in the Royal Army, and he died in the colonial conflict in the Southern Continent, in exchange for a pension that gave Klein the opportunity to attend a private grammar school, laying the foundation for his admission to university......

The mother, a devotee of the goddess of the night, died the year Klein passed the Hoy college entrance exam......

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

The family is not wealthy, if not good, and is currently supported by his older brother, who works as a clerk in an import and export company......

As a graduate of the Department of History, Klein mastered the ancient Phosak language, which is known as the source of the writing of the Northern Continent, as well as the Hermetic script, which often appeared in ancient tombs and was associated with sacrifices and prayers......

Zhou Mingrui's heart moved, he reached out and pressed his throbbing temple, and cast his eyes on the notebook spread out on the desk, only to feel that the line of words on the yellowed paper changed from strange to strange, from strange to familiar, from familiar to decipherable.

These are words written in Hermetic script!

The dark ink says:

"Everyone is going to die, including me. ”

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, almost fell, hurriedly reached out and pressed the edge of the table, only to feel that the air around him became restless, and there was a faint whisper echoing in his ears, like listening to the elders tell horror stories when he was a child.

Shaking his head, everything was just an illusion, Zhou Mingrui regained his footing, took his eyes off his notebook, and gasped.

At this moment, his eyes fell on the gleaming brass revolver, and a question arose in his mind.

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

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

That's a bloody handprint!

"Blood handprints?" Zhou Mingrui subconsciously opened his right hand that was holding the edge of the table just now, and looked down, only to see that his palms and fingers were covered with blood.

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

"You won't kowtow, will you?" Zhou Mingrui turned his body around while guessing, and walked towards the cracked dressing mirror.

After a few steps, a figure of medium height, black hair and brown eyes, with an obvious bookish air clearly met his eyes.

This is who 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 he couldn't see clearly, so he continued to move forward until he was only one step away from hitting the mirror.

In the light veil-like crimson moonlight, he turned his head sideways to check the corner of his forehead.

A clearly reflected mirror was realistically presented, a hideous wound entrenched in the position of his temple, the edges were burned, the surrounding area was stained with blood, and the gray-white brain slurred slowly wriggled inside.