pain!
it hurts!
Head hurts!
This was the only feeling Zhou Mingrui could experience when he woke up from Klein, half asleep and half awake.
The throbbing pains caused Zhou Mingrui to accumulate illusory strength bit by bit.
Finally, at a certain moment, he gathered enough strength to shake off his half-asleep state completely.
Zhou Mingrui's eyesight first turned to the lake, and then was covered with a faint crimson.
As he looked, he saw a log-colored desk in front of him. There was an open notebook in the center. The paper was rough and yellowed. A sentence was written in strange letters when he raised his head. The ink was deep black and eye-catching. .
On the left side of the notebook, near the edge of the table, there is a neat stack of books, about seven or eight books. The wall to the right of them is inlaid with gray-white pipes and wall lamps connected to the pipes.
Below the extinguished wall lamp, a burning whale oil lantern hung, emitting a bluish firelight and illuminating a small area in front of the desk.
On the right side of the notebook is a black ink bottle with an embossed angel pattern on the surface. A red fountain pen with a round belly lies quietly between the two, with a shimmering nib and a pen cap resting on a glowing pen. Next to the brass-colored revolver.
pistol? !
Zhou Mingrui was stunned. What he saw in front of him was so unfamiliar, and it had no resemblance to his own room!
…
After a moment of inexplicable panic, Zhou Mingrui, nicknamed "Knowing a Little About Everything," suddenly thought of the outrageous possibility of time travel.
After all, the scene he was seeing now was very similar to the beginning of the time travel he had seen.
By the way, a full-length mirror!
He resisted the headache, staggered to the mirror and saw what he looked like.
Black hair, brown boy, linen shirt, thin body, ordinary facial features, dark outline...
This... Zhou Mingrui suddenly took a breath, and many helpless and messy emotions emerged in his heart.
The revolver, the European and American classical style decoration, and the crimson moon that is very different from the earth, all illustrate a certain event!
Me, I can’t really travel through time, can I? Zhou Mingrui opened his mouth little by little.
He grew up reading online articles and often fantasized about it, but when he actually encountered it, he found it difficult to accept it.
This is probably the so-called Ye Gong is a good dragon, right? After dozens of seconds, Zhou Mingrui complained to himself in amusement.
If the pain in his head hadn't still existed, making his thoughts tense and clear, he would have suspected that he was dreaming.
Calm, calm, calm... After taking a few deep breaths, Zhou Mingrui tried his best not to panic.
At this moment, as his body and mind were harmonizing, memory fragments suddenly jumped out and appeared in his mind.
Klein Moretti is a native of Tingen City, Ahova County, Loen Kingdom, Northern Continent, and a recent graduate of the History Department of Huoyin University...
His father was a sergeant in the Royal Army. He sacrificed his life in the colonial conflict in the Southern Continent. The pension he received gave Klein the opportunity to attend a private grammar school, which laid the foundation for him to enter university...
His mother was a believer in the goddess of the night and passed away the year Klein passed the entrance exam to Huoyin University...
There is also a brother and a sister who live together...
Valeela!
As the name jumped out, more related memory fragments appeared one after another.
…
So, Klein also has a girlfriend?
And it's so beautiful? !
They are even semi-living together, almost becoming a family? !
After thinking about it for a while, Zhou Mingrui suddenly came up with a question——
"If he accepts Crane's girlfriend, is that considered a takeover? Or pure love? Or a tauren?"
After a moment, he decided to give up thinking about such things.
Because he has more important things to do.
Not long after he woke up, he discovered bloody fingerprints on the table and blood stains on his own hands. When he stood in front of the full-length mirror, he even saw the horrific scars on his head.
Fortunately, he tried it, and he seemed to be still alive.
Next, he wanted to carefully examine the specific situation.
After realizing that the moonlight was too dim to support "careful inspection," Zhou Mingrui came to the desk and picked up the whale oil lantern.
He came to the full-length mirror again and carefully examined the position of his temples, not missing any detail.
After several comparisons, he found that except for the initial blood stains, the ferocious wound did not leak any more liquid. It seemed that it had received the best hemostasis and bandage. The slowly squirming gray brain and the wound flesh and blood growing at a speed visible to the naked eye showed that When healing comes, maybe thirty or forty minutes, maybe two or three hours, there will be only shallow traces left there.
"The therapeutic effect of 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, Zhou Mingrui quickly figured out what he should do now.
Even if you encounter something as fucked as time travel, you still have to live.
So the first thing to do is to clean up the traces of "one's own" suicide.
He lifted the hanging lantern, opened the door, and naturally remembered that the two bathrooms on the second floor were exclusively occupied by the two women in the family.
He quietly went downstairs, cleaned himself up in the public washroom downstairs, brought a basin of water, went upstairs with a towel, and started cleaning 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 popped out, and Zhou Mingrui turned 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 effect.
However, for the sake of saving money, the Moretti family only lit the gas lamp for a while after dinner when they gathered in the living room. The rest of the time they only used cheaper whale oil lanterns.
Memory fragments flashed by, and Zhou Mingrui returned to his desk, opened the pipe valve, and turned the gas light switch.
Click, click, click, and the sound of friction and ignition was heard continuously, but the light did not come as Zhou Mingrui expected.
Da da da! He twisted a few more times, but the gas light was still dim.
"Hmm..." Withdrawing his hand and pressing 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 door, coming to a mechanical device also embedded in the wall and connected by gray and white pipes.
This is a gas meter.
After looking at the slightly exposed gears and bearings, Zhou Mingrui took out a 1 penny coin from his trouser pocket and stuffed it in.
It is dark yellow in color and shimmers with copper. The front is engraved with the head of a man wearing a crown, and the word "1" is surrounded by wheat ears on the back.
Then, Zhou Mingrui returned to the desk and lit the gas lamp.
Light suddenly filled the whole room.
The two lighting tools were used together, and there was no blind spot for lighting. It took Zhou Mingrui some time to clean up the blood stains in the room.
During the cleaning process, he also recovered the yellow bullet stuck on the wall on the left.
After completing the cleaning, Zhou Mingrui had the time and mood to sit by the bed and consider other issues.
For example, what does the sentence "Everyone will die, including me" in the notebook mean?
For example, where did the gun come from?
For example, committing suicide, or pretending to be one?
For example, what kind of trouble could a civilian-born history graduate get into?
For example, why does this method of suicide leave such a trace of blood? Is it because traveling in time brings healing benefits?
And the most important question -
Why did you travel through time, and can you travel back in time?
