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Zhou Mingrui was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he took a few steps back, as if it was not himself in the dressing mirror, but a dried corpse.

How could someone with such a serious wound still be alive!

He turned his head to the side in disbelief to examine the other side, and even if the distance was elongated and the light was blurred, he could still see the presence of penetrating wounds and crimson blood.

"This ......"

Zhou Mingrui took a breath and tried to calm himself.

He reached out to his left chest and felt his heart pounding violently, quickly and vigorously.

I touched my bare skin again, and there was a warm flow under the slight coldness.

After squatting down and verifying that his knees could still be bent, Zhou Mingrui stood up again, no longer so flustered.

"What's going on?" he whispered, frowning, intending to carefully examine the wound on his head again.

After taking two steps forward, he suddenly paused again, because the light of the blood moon outside the window was relatively dim, not enough to support the matter of "careful inspection".

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.

Originally, with Klein Moretti's family situation, not to mention gas lamps, even kerosene lamps should not be extravagant, and the use of candles is a manifestation of identity and status, but four years ago, when he stayed up late to study and fight for the entrance exam to Hoy University, his brother Benson thought that this was an important matter related to the future of the family, and even if he borrowed money, he had to create good conditions for him.

Of course, Bensen, who was literate and had worked for several years, was definitely not a reckless, unmeans-defined, and inconsiderate person, and he fooled the landlord into paying for the completion of the basic renovation on the grounds that "the installation of gas pipes is conducive to improving the grade of the apartment and will help it be rented out in the future".

The debris 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.

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 coin from his trouser pocket.

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.

Zhou Mingrui knew that this was the most basic currency of the Kingdom of Rune, called copper penny, the actual purchasing power of 1 penny was about equivalent to three or four yuan before he crossed over, and the value of this coin was 5 pence, half a penny and a quarter pence, but it was still not fine enough, and in daily life, he still had to buy items from time to time.

After flipping his fingertips a few times around the bronze penny issued by King George III when King George III ascended the throne, Zhou Mingrui twisted it and stuffed it into the slender "mouth" of the gas meter that opened vertically.

Jingle Bell!

As the penny falls to the bottom inside the meter, the clatter of gears is heard, creating a short, beautiful mechanical melody.

Zhou Mingrui stared for a few seconds, then returned to the wood-colored desk, reaching out and twisting the switch of the gas lamp.

Da-da-da, da-da-da!

A flame ignited and quickly grew larger, and the bright light first occupied the inside of the sconces and then penetrated the transparent glass, casting a warm color over the room.

The darkness shrank suddenly, crimson exited the window, Zhou Mingrui was inexplicably relieved, and walked quickly to the dressing mirror.

This time, he 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, whatever the reason, at least he was still alive!

Determined, he pulled through the drawer, took out a small bar of soap, removed one of the worn towels hanging from the cupboard, and then opened the door and walked to the tenant's common bathroom on the second floor.

Well, the blood stain on the head has to be dealt with, so as not to always look like a crime scene, it doesn't matter if you scare yourself, if you scare your sister Melissa, who has to get up early tomorrow, then the matter will not end well!

The hallway outside the door was dark, and only the crimson moonlight from the window at the end barely outlined the outlines of the protruding things, making them look like monster eyes silently watching the living in the middle of the night.

Zhou Mingrui walked lightly and walked to the bathroom with a little trepidation.

Inside, the moonlight was even stronger, everything was clear, Zhou Mingrui stood in front of the sink and turned on the faucet.

The sound of water was in his ears, and he thought of the landlord, Mr. Frankie.

Because the water bill was included in the rent, the short, thin gentleman in a top hat, waistcoat, and black formal suit was always actively patrolling the bathrooms and eavesdropping on the sound of running water.

If there is a loud noise, Mr. French will beat the bathroom door with a fierce cane and shout, "Damn thief!" and "Waste is a shameful thing!" "I remember you!" "Let me see it again, and get out with your dirty luggage!" "Trust me, this is the best bargain apartment in all of Tingen, you won't find a more generous landlord than me!"

Retracting his thoughts, Zhou Mingrui wet the towel and washed the blood stains on his face, over and over again.

When he looked at the tattered mirror in the bathroom and confirmed that only the hideous wound and pale face remained, Zhou Mingrui felt a lot more relaxed, and then took off his linen shirt and rubbed the blood spots with the help of soap.

It was at this moment that he frowned, remembering that there might be other troubles:

The wounds are exaggerated, there are many blood stains, and in addition to his own body, there should be traces in the room!

After a few minutes, Zhou Mingrui disposed of his linen shirt, walked back home with a wet towel, first wiped the bloody handprints on the desk, and then relied on the light of the gas lamp to look for other residues.

After looking for this, he immediately found a lot of blood splatters on the floor and at the bottom of the desk, and there was a yellow bullet on the left hand wall.

“...... Hit the revolver against the temple and fired a shot?"

He didn't rush to verify it, but first carefully wiped off the bloodstains and dealt with the "scene", then took the bullet, returned to the desk, opened the pistol wheel to the left, and poured out the bullets inside.

Bang bang, a total of five bullets, one bullet casing, all flowing with a brass luster.

"Sure enough......" Zhou Mingrui glanced at the empty bullet casing, and nodded slightly while stuffing the bullets back into the wheel one by one.

He shifted his gaze to the left, looking at the sentence "Everyone will die, including me" written on the spread out notebook, and more doubts sprung up in his heart.

Where did the gun come from?

Suicide, or pretending to be suicide?

What can a civilian-born history graduate mess with?

How did this way of suicide leave this little bloodstain? Is it because I crossed in time and brought my own healing benefits?

After a moment of silence, Zhou Mingrui changed into another linen shirt, sat on the chair, and thought about more important things.

What happened to Klein is not the focus of his concern at the moment, the real question is to figure out why he crossed and whether he can wear it back again!

Parents, relatives, close friends, friends, a colorful online world, a variety of cuisines...... It's all the eagerness to go back!

Smack, smack, smack...... Zhou Mingrui's right hand unconsciously threw out the pistol wheel and retracted it again, again and again.

"Well, this time is not much different from the past, it's just a little unlucky, how could it be inexplicably crossed?"

"Unlucky...... By the way, I did a transfer ceremony before dinner tonight!"

A bolt of lightning streaked through Zhou Mingrui's mind, illuminating his memories that were hidden by the fog.

As a qualified keyboard politician, keyboard historian, keyboard economist, keyboard biologist, and keyboard folklorist, he has always claimed to "know a little bit about everything", and of course, his friends often ridicule him as "only a little bit of everything".

And Fangshu is one of them.

When I went back to my hometown last year, I found a vertical version of the "Qin and Han Dynasty Secret Recipes" on the old bookstall and looked very interesting, and I thought it would help to pretend to be forced on the Internet, so I bought it back, but unfortunately, the interest came and went quickly, and the vertical version made people feel very poor in reading, and they only turned the beginning, and threw the book into the corner.

It wasn't until the last month that I was unlucky, lost my mobile phone, the customer ran away, made a mistake at work, and bad things came in turn, and I happened to remember that there was a transfer ceremony at the beginning of the "Fangshu Minutes", and the requirements were extremely simple, without any foundation:

Just make four portions of the staple food in your area and put it in the four corners of the room, which can be on the table, cabinet, etc., then stand in the center of the room, walk out of a square with four counterclockwise steps, the first step is to sincerely recite "Fusheng Xuanhuang Xianzun", the second step is to meditate "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun", the third step is to meditate "Fusheng Xuanhuang God", the fourth step is to meditate "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", after walking, close your eyes, wait in place for five minutes, and the ceremony will be considered a success.

With the mentality that I don't want money anyway, I turned out the book myself, and did it before dinner as requested, but, however, nothing happened at that time.

Who knows, in the middle of the night, I actually crossed!

Crossed over!

"There's a chance it's the transfer ceremony...... Well, try it here tomorrow, if it's really because of it, then I can hopefully wear it back!" Zhou Mingrui stopped shaking the revolver and sat up straight suddenly.

Either way, give it a try yourself!

Dead horses have to be treated as live horse doctors!

PS: Tomorrow's three more,Make up for a chapter of the book's lack of change (manual funny),The first one in the early hours of tonight,The second one at half past twelve at noon,The third change at seven o'clock in the evening。