Zhang Bin didn't wake up, and he didn't continue to dwell on the weird smiling face, he began to think about his current situation.

The original owner of the body was called "Bello", and both parents died. The twelve-year-old was an apprentice in the workshop of Luckelbeck and a third-year student in the evening school.

Who is the person who wants to harm himself? Thinking about it with simple criminal logic, this should be someone that Bello has come into contact with. It's definitely not an acquaintance, and it's very simple to kill an acquaintance, such as handing you a glass of water and putting some poison in it.

If the other party has any concerns and wants their death to look like a natural death, they can also use poison to disguise it as food poisoning.

This kind of weird dream killing is really an inefficient way.

To Zhang Bin's annoyance, he couldn't defend against this move at all. What is this way of killing people in dreams? Lowering the head, cursing, or something else, what is the harm, how to resist or defend against it?

Everything is unknown, and the unknown can lead to fear and panic.

As a generation of successors who have received socialist education, I am still a little creepy in the face of such strange things.

Maybe...... Through the memory of the original owner, Zhang Bin vaguely felt that this world was not the earth he was familiar with.

In this world, the most powerful are the nobles in the city, these nobles control large tracts of land, rule over various regions, and only these nobles have the money to invest in mines and set up factories. The dismantling workshops around Belparo were run by these nobles.

The second most powerful in this world are the knights and priests of the temple. In some places, knights and priests had more power than nobles.

Zhang Bin remembers that there was a small temple near his home.

His home is located on the edge of the city of Belparo. It is a place where the low-class citizens and migrant workers live. Most of the houses in this place are old-fashioned buildings, with adobe and masonry mixed with this built house, the outside is painted with a layer of plaster, painted white, the front of the house is generally a small courtyard of a few square meters, and the road is set aside in front of the courtyard, row by row, it looks neat. It's just that the eaves of the houses here are low and dilapidated, some of them leak and leak, and it's not so comfortable to live in. Fortunately, the temperature in Belparo City is not low all year round, so it will not be frozen.

The small temple matched the fringe area, old and old, with only an empty main hall and a moss-covered bell tower, and in my memory, it was an old priest who presided over the temple, thin as a monkey, but very skilled in medicine. Nearby residents all went to the old god to get medicine after they fell ill.

The original owner of the body, Bello, had no good impression of the old priest, and remembered that it was a treacherous and greedy old fellow.

This kind of strange and mysterious technique, to consult the god stick, is not the right professional! The old god stick and doctor is simply the best. Zhang Bin was satisfied with his train of thought and decided on his next move.

Asking for help is not the same as sitting on the ground and waiting for death.

After Zhang Bin made up his mind, he didn't care what the weird mask in the dream was doing, he tried to find a way to control his body.

Start with the blink of an eye.

Blink, first try!

Blink, second attempt!

Blink, third attempt!

......

The persistence from the heart makes Zhang Bin constantly try the simplest actions.

......

When he tried the 3,125th time, Zhang Bin suddenly felt that his body was light, and he had the feeling of weightlessness when the elevator was falling. Then it went dark, and the whole person woke up from the dream.

In front of me is the same dilapidated house as in the dream, and the same dirty old bedding as in the dream.

Looking at the sky, it was about five o'clock, and there was no clock in Bello's house, so he naturally woke up at five o'clock in the morning after many years of biological clock.

The moon had not yet set, and when Bello looked up, he saw a red light projecting into the room from a window the size of two heads. Looking out of the window, the huge red moon had sunk in the west. The moon was almost four times the size of the Earth's moon. The textures of the mountains and rivers above are unusually clear.

The red moon, this is clearly not the original world anymore.

Zhang Bin got up from the bed with a bone, his body was a little sore, he felt that there was something strange in his heart, and when he looked down, he saw a strange smiley face mask pattern on his left heart. It's exactly the same as the mask I saw in my dream! This pattern looks like an oil painting, red and purple, full of oiliness, bright and gorgeous.

Zhang Bin wiped it vigorously, but he couldn't wipe off the color at all. He pressed hard, but there was no strange feeling, no pain, no itching, and no feeling of tightness in the chest.

Zhang Bin was a little upset, and rubbed his hands vigorously on his chest, his skin turned red, and the grimace pattern was still not affected. It's like oil paint penetrating into the skin.

After rubbing it, to no avail, Belo couldn't help but feel a little depressed, so he shook his hand and ignored it, staring at his heart in a daze.

After looking at the strange pattern in a daze for a while, a thought naturally sprung up in Zhang Bin's mind: "After two days, three hours and fifteen minutes, the body will be weakened to death!"

What's going on? Could it be that he has become a doctor? When he sees the symptoms, he knows how long his life is left? Could it be that he is hallucinating? Zhang Bin stretched out his hand, put his left hand on the wrist of his right hand, and felt the pulse. His pulse was slow and weak, and he couldn't feel it beating without feeling it carefully.

Experiencing the beating of his pulse, Zhang Bin's mind did not have thoughts about his physical health. laughed dumbly, and thought to himself: "I think too much!"

He lowered his head and saw the grimace mask pattern on his chest again. Strangely, another thought involuntarily popped up in my mind: after two days, three hours, and ten ten, my body will weaken and die!

What's going on!

Zhang Bin looked around suspiciously, there was nothing else in his room except for the wooden bed and the messy scraps on the ground.

Nothing out of the ordinary!

When I looked at my hands and feet, I had an indescribable weirdness in my head, but there was no strange thought information like looking at my chest.

What the hell is going on? Could it be one of the effects of this mask curse? Tell people when they die, and let people die in fear?

"Don't think about it! I don't know why I came to this world! You want me to be so finished? No way! From today on, Lao Tzu is Belo Bin Zhang!" Thinking about it again, the young man named Belo who had actually changed his soul quickly got up and washed.

There were no mirrors, and from the reflection of the basin, "Bello" saw what he was now: dark hair, long and messy, tied into a small braid, tied behind his head with a rope, and his hair was disheveled due to a long period of unkeenness. His face was full of vegetables, his face was long, his eyes were peculiar to a young man of his age, and his nose was very high, and a fine and velvety beard grew faintly under his nose.

It doesn't look ugly, but there is always a trace of sadness between the young man's eyebrows, which can't be dispersed or resolved.

This is the mark that life leaves on the teenager.