Chapter 2: Chapter 2 Situation

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　　Zhou Mingrui was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he took a few steps back. It seemed that what he saw in the full-length mirror was not himself, but a mummy.

　　How could someone with such serious wounds still be alive!

　　He turned his head in disbelief and checked the other side. Even though the distance was long and the light was blurred, he could still see the existence of penetrating wounds and deep red blood stains.

　　"this..."

　　Zhou Mingrui took a breath, trying to calm himself down.

　　He stretched out his hand to press on his left chest, and felt his heart beating violently, fast and vigorously.

　　He touched the exposed skin again, and there was a warm flow under the cover of a slight coldness.

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

　　"What's going on?" He frowned and whispered, planning to check the wound on his head again.

　　After walking two steps forward, he suddenly stopped again, because the light of the blood moon outside the window was relatively dim, which was not enough to support the matter of "serious inspection".

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

　　This is the current mainstream gas lamp, with stable fireworks and excellent lighting effects.

　　Originally, based on Klein Moretti's family situation, not to mention gas lamps, even kerosene lamps should not be extravagant. Using candles is a manifestation of status and status. However, four years ago, he stayed up late to study for the Hoy University entrance exam. When he was struggling, his elder brother Benson believed that this was an important matter related to the future of the family, even if he was in debt, he had to create good conditions for him.

　　Of course, Benson, who has been literate and has worked for several years, is definitely not reckless, lacks means, and does not consider the consequences. He fooled around with the reason that "installing gas pipes will help improve the grade of the apartment and help future rentals." Mr. Landlord spent money to complete the basic renovation, and with the help of the convenience of working in an import and export company, he got a new type of gas lamp at a cost price. He only used his savings and did not ask anyone to borrow money.

　　The fragments flickered past, Zhou Mingrui returned to the desk, opened the pipe valve, and turned the gas light switch.

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

　　Da da da! He twisted a few more times, but the gas lamp remained dim.

　　"Hmm..." Withdrawing his hand and pressing on his left temple, Zhou Mingrui squeezed out the memory fragments to find the cause of the incident.

　　After a few seconds, he turned around and walked towards the gate, before coming to a mechanical device that was also mounted on the wall and connected by gray and white pipes.

　　This is the gas meter!

　　After looking at the slightly exposed gears and bearings, Zhou Mingrui took out a coin from his trouser pocket.

　　It is dark yellow in color and shimmers with copper luster. The head of a man wearing a crown is engraved on the front, and the word "1" is surrounded by wheat ears on the back.

　　Zhou Mingrui knew that this was the most basic currency of the Loen Kingdom, called copper pennies. The actual purchasing power of 1 penny was roughly equivalent to three or four dollars before he crossed over. The currency value of this coin also had 5 pennies, half pennies and quarters. There are three kinds of pennies, but it is still not refined enough. In daily life, it is still necessary to round up from time to time to buy items.

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

　　Jingle!

　　As the penny fell to the bottom inside the meter, the sound of gears turning clicked and clicked, playing a short but beautiful mechanical melody.

　　Zhou Mingrui stared at it for a few seconds, then returned to the log-colored desk, and stretched out his hand to turn the switch of the gas lamp.

　　Da da da, slap!

　　A clump of flames ignited and quickly grew in size. The bright light first occupied the interior of the wall lamp, and then passed through the transparent glass, covering the room with a warm color.

　　The darkness shrank away suddenly, and Hong Hong exited the window. Zhou Mingrui was inexplicably relieved, and quickly walked to the full-length mirror.

　　This time, he carefully examined the position of his temples, not letting go of any details.

　　After several comparisons, he found that apart from the initial blood stains, the hideous wound did not bleed out any more fluid, as if it had received the best hemostasis and bandaging, and the slowly wriggling gray-white brain and the wound flesh growing at a speed visible to the naked eye showed that With the arrival of healing, maybe thirty or forty minutes, maybe two or three hours, there will be only shallow traces left.

　　"The healing effect brought by time travel?" Zhou Mingrui raised the right corner of his mouth and whispered silently.

　　Then, he let out a long breath, no matter what the reason was, at least he was still alive!

　　After calming down, he pulled the drawer, took out a small piece of soap, and took one of the worn towels hanging next to the cupboard, then opened the door and walked to the shared bathroom of the tenants on the second floor.

　　Well, the blood on the head needs to be dealt with, lest it 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 corridor outside the door was dark, only the crimson moonlight from the windows at the end could barely outline the outlines of the protruding things, making them like pairs of monster eyes silently watching the living in the deep night.

　　Zhou Mingrui walked lightly, walking towards the bathroom with some trepidation.

　　Once inside, the moonlight was brighter and everything became clear. Zhou Mingrui stood in front of the sink and turned on the tap.

　　Crashing, the sound of water came into his ears, and he suddenly thought of the landlord, Mr. Franky.

　　Because the water bill is included in the rent, this short and thin gentleman with a top hat, a waistcoat, and a black suit is always actively visiting several bathrooms and listening to the sound of running water inside.

　　If there was a greater clatter, Mr. Franky, in disregard of his gentlemanly demeanor, would swing his cane fiercely, knock on the bathroom door, and shout "Damn thief!" "Waste is a shameful thing!" "I remember You!" "Let me see you again, take your dirty luggage and get out!" "Believe me, this is the most cost-effective apartment in Tingen, and you will never find a more generous landlord than me Already!"

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

　　After looking at the dilapidated mirror in the bathroom and confirming that there were only hideous wounds and a pale face left, Zhou Mingrui relaxed a lot, then took off his linen shirt, and rubbed the stained blood with the help of soap.

　　At this moment, he frowned, thinking that there might be other troubles:

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

　　After a few minutes, Zhou Mingrui cleaned up the linen shirt, took a wet towel and hurried back home, first wiped the bloody fingerprints on the desk, and then relied on the light of the gas lamp to search for other residues.

　　After searching, he immediately found a lot of splashed blood spots on the floor and the bottom of the desk, and there was a yellow bullet head on the left wall.

　　"...Put the revolver against the temple and fire a shot?" The clues from the front and back suddenly connected, and Zhou Mingrui probably understood the cause of Klein's death.

　　He was not in a hurry to verify, 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 bullet inside.

　　Crack, crack, a total of five bullets, one cartridge case, all flowing brass luster.

　　"Sure enough..." Zhou Mingrui glanced at the empty bullet casings, and nodded slightly as he stuffed the bullets back into the wheel one by one.

　　He moved his eyes to the left, looking at the sentence "Everyone will die, including me" written on the open notebook, and more doubts emerged in his heart.

　　Where did the gun come from?

　　Suicide, or fake suicide?

　　What could happen to a history graduate who was born as a commoner?

　　How did this method of suicide leave such bloodstains? Is it because I travel in time and have healing benefits?

　　After pondering for a moment, Zhou Mingrui changed into another linen shirt, sat down on a chair, and thought about more important things.

　　What happened to Klein is not the focus of my concern at the moment. The real problem is to figure out why he crossed over, and whether he can go back through it again!

　　Parents, relatives, buddies, friends, the colorful online world, all kinds of food...these are all the urgency to go back!

　　Crack, crack, crack... Zhou Mingrui's right hand unconsciously flung out the revolver of the pistol, and then retracted it again, again and again.

　　"Well, this period of time is not much different from the past, it's just a little unlucky, why did you travel through it inexplicably?"

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

　　A flash of lightning flashed across Zhou Mingrui's mind, illuminating his memory covered by the mist.

　　As a qualified keyboard politician, keyboard historian, keyboard economist, keyboard biologist, and keyboard folklorist, I have always claimed to "know a little about everything". Understand a little." UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　And alchemy is one of them.

　　When I went back to my hometown last year, I found a thread-bound vertical version of "Qin and Han Secret Alchemy Minutes" at a second-hand book stand. It looked very interesting, and I thought it would help to pretend online, so I bought it back. Unfortunately, the interest came quickly. , Going too fast, the vertical version makes people feel bad for reading, I just turned the beginning and threw the book into the corner.

　　It wasn't until the last month of continuous bad luck, lost mobile phones, clients running away, work mistakes, and bad things came in turn, that I happened to remember that there was a transfer ceremony at the beginning of "Alchemy Minutes", and the requirements were extremely simple, without any foundation:

　　You only need to make four portions of the staple food in your area and put them in the four corners of the room. This can be on the table, on the cabinet, etc., then stand in the center of the room and walk out of a square counterclockwise in four steps. The first step is to sincerely recite " The second step is to silently recite "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun", the third step is to silently recite "Fusheng Xuanhuang God", and the fourth step is to silently recite "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun". After walking, close your eyes and wait for five minutes , the ceremony is considered a success.

　　With the mentality of not needing money anyway, I dug out the book by myself, and did it before dinner as required. However, nothing happened at that time.

　　Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, I actually traveled through time!

　　Crossed over!

　　"It's definitely possible that it's the transfer ceremony... Well, I'll try it here tomorrow. If it's really because of it, then I have hope to wear it back!" Zhou Mingrui stopped shaking his revolver and sat up straight. Body.

　　Either way, try it yourself!

　　A dead horse has to be treated as a living horse doctor!