Pain!

It hurts!

My head hurts!

This is the only feeling that Zhou Mingrui can experience when he wakes up in Crane, half-asleep and half-awake.

Bursts of throbbing pain made Zhou Mingrui accumulate illusory power bit by bit.

Finally, at a certain moment, he gathered enough strength to completely get out of his half-asleep state.

Zhou Mingrui's gaze first looked at the lake, and then covered with surging crimson.

As far as his eyes could see, he saw a log-colored desk with an open notebook in the center, the paper was rough and yellowed, and a sentence was written in strange alphabet letters, 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.

Beneath the extinguished wall lamp, a burning whale oil lantern glows blue and illuminates a small area in front of the desk.

To the right of the notebook is a black inkwell with a convex angel on the surface, a red fountain pen with a rounded belly lying quietly between the two, the tip of the pen shimmering, and the cap resting next to a brass-colored revolver.

Pistol?!

Zhou Mingrui was stunned, the things he saw in front of him were so unfamiliar, and they didn't resemble his room at all!

……

After a period of inexplicable panic, Zhou Mingrui, nicknamed "knows a little bit about everything", suddenly thought of the possibility of crossing this outrageous one.

After all, the scene he saw at the moment was very much like the beginning of the time travel he had seen.

That's right, the full-length mirror!

Resisting his headache, he staggered to the front of the mirror and saw his own appearance.

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

This...... Zhou Mingrui suddenly gasped, and many helpless and messy emotions 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 really cross over, am I? Zhou Mingrui's mouth opened little by little.

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 Good Dragon, 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 popped out and appeared in his mind.

Crane. Moretti, a native of Tingen, Ahowa County, Kingdom of Rune in the Northern Continent, is a recent graduate of the history department of Hoyin University......

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

Her mother, a believer in the goddess of the night, died in the year that Crane passed the entrance exam for Hoyin University......

There is also an older brother and a younger sister, who live together in ......

Valeera!

As the name jumped, more related memory fragments appeared.

……

So, Crane still has a girlfriend?

And so beautiful?!

It's even in a state of semi-cohabitation, and it's about to become a family?!

After thinking about it stupidly for a while, Zhou Mingrui suddenly had a question-

"If he accepts Crane's girlfriend, is that a takeover? Or pure love? Or a minotaur? ”

After a few moments, he decided to give up thinking about such things.

Because, he has more important things to do.

Soon after waking up, he found the bloody handprints on the table and the blood stains on his own hands, and when he got to the dressing mirror, he saw the horrific scars on his head.

Fortunately, he tried it, and he still seemed to be a living person.

Then, he wanted to check the situation carefully.

After realizing that the moonlight was too dim to support a "serious inspection", Zhou Mingrui reflexively came to the desk and picked up the whale oil lantern.

He came to the mirror again, and carefully examined the position of his temple, not missing a single detail.

After several comparisons, he found that apart from the initial blood stain, the hideous wound did not flow out of the liquid again, as if it had been best stopped and bandaged, and the slowly wriggling gray brain and the flesh of the wound growing at a visible rate were signaling the arrival of healing, maybe thirty or forty minutes, maybe two or three hours, there would only be shallow traces left.

"The healing effect of the crossing?" Zhou Mingrui curled 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 settling down, Zhou Mingrui quickly figured out what he should do now.

Even if you encounter this kind of fucking thing, you have to live.

Then the first thing to do, naturally, is to clean up the traces of "yourself" suicide.

He lifted the hanging lantern, opened the door, and naturally remembered that the two bathrooms on the second floor were the exclusive property of the two female scrolls in the family.

He quietly went downstairs, cleaned himself up in the public bathroom downstairs, brought a basin of water, went upstairs with a towel, and began to clean the room.

The light of the whale oil lamp could not reach far, and Zhou Mingrui soon realized that he needed brighter lighting.

A fragment of memory came out, and Zhou Mingrui turned his head to look at the gray and white pipes and the wall lamp surrounded by metal grids on the wall next to his desk.

This is the current mainstream gas lamp, the fireworks are stable, and the lighting effect is excellent.

However, in order to save money, Moretti's family only lit gas lamps for a while when they gathered in the living room after dinner, and only used cheaper whale oil lanterns the rest of the time.

Memory fragments flickered, and Zhou Mingrui returned to his desk, opened the pipe valve, and twisted the gas light switch.

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

Da-da-da-da! He writhed a few more times, but the gaslight was still dim.

"Hmm......" withdrew his hand and pressed his left temple, Zhou Mingrui squeezed up the memory fragment, looking for the reason for the incident.

After a few seconds, he turned around and walked to the door, to the same mechanism embedded in the wall, also connected by gray and white pipes.

This is a gas meter.

Looking at the bare little gears and bearings, Zhou Mingrui took out a 1p coin from his trouser pocket and stuffed it in.

It is dark yellow in color, shimmering with copper, and the front is engraved with the head of a man wearing a crown, and the word "1" is clustered around the ears of wheat behind it.

Then, Zhou Mingrui returned to his desk and lit the gas lamp.

Light suddenly filled the room.

The two lighting tools were used together, and there was no blind spot for lighting, and it took Zhou Mingrui some time to clean up the blood stains in the room.

In the process of cleaning, he also recovered the yellow bullet stuck on the left-hand wall.

After finishing the cleanup, Zhou Mingrui had time and mood to sit on the edge of the bed and think about other issues.

For example, the phrase in the notebook, "Everyone will die, including me." What does that mean?

Like, where did the gun come from?

Like, suicide, or suicide in disguise?

For example, what can a civilian-born history graduate get into trouble?

For example, how did this method of suicide leave this little blood? Is it because of the timely crossing and the healing benefits that come with it?

And the most important question -

Why did you cross it, and can you wear it back again?