THE HANGED MAN

Pain! It hurts! The head hurts! The strange dream full of whispers quickly shattered, and Zhou Mingrui, who was asleep, only felt that his head was throbbing abnormally, as if he had been smacked with a stick, no, it was more like being pierced into the temple by a sharp object and accompanied by agitation! Hiss...... In a daze, Zhou Mingrui wanted to turn over, wanted to cover his head, wanted to sit up, but he couldn't move his hands and feet at all, and his body seemed to lose control. On the left side of the notebook, next to the edge of the table, there was a neat stack of books, about seven or eight books, and the wall on their right hand side was inlaid with gray-white pipes and wall lamps connected to them. The lamp has a classical Western flavor, about half the size of an adult's head, the inner layer is transparent glass, and the outside is surrounded by a grid of black metal. Diagonally below the extinguished sconce, a black ink bottle is shrouded in a reddish brilliance, and the surface convex forms a vague angel pattern. Before the inkwell, on the right side of the notebook, a dark fountain pen with a rounded belly rests quietly, the nib shimmering, and the cap rests next to a brass-colored revolver. Pistol? Revolver? Zhou Mingrui's whole person was stunned, the things he saw in front of him were so strange, and there was no resemblance to his room! While stunned, he found that his desk, notebook, ink bottle, and revolver were covered with a crimson "light veil", which was the light shining through the window. Subconsciously, he raised his head and moved his gaze up little by little: In mid-air, above the black "velvet curtain", a full crimson moon hangs high, shining quietly. This...... Zhou Mingrui was inexplicably terrified and stood up abruptly, but his legs were not completely straightened, and his head was throbbing again, which made him lose strength briefly, his center of gravity fell involuntarily, and his butt hit the hardwood chair hardwood. Syllable! The pain did not have an effect, Zhou Mingrui pressed his hand on the table, stood up again, turned his body in a panic, and looked at his environment. It was a small room with a brown door to the left and right, and a wooden bunk bed next to the opposite wall. Between it and the left door is a cupboard that opens at the top and five drawers below. At the edge of the cabinet, one person high, there were also gray-white pipes embedded in the wall, but it connected a strange mechanism, with gears and bearings exposed in a few places. In the right corner near the desk are stacked things like coal stoves, as well as kitchen utensils such as soup pots and iron pots. Beyond the right door is a dressing mirror with two cracks, and the pattern of the wooden base is simple and unpretentious. With a sweep of his gaze, Zhou Mingrui vaguely saw himself in the mirror, his current self: Black hair, brown eyes, linen shirt, thin body, ordinary facial features, deep contours... This...... Zhou Mingrui suddenly gasped, and many helpless and messy guesses sprang up in his heart. Revolvers, European and American classical style arrangements, and the Crimson Moon, which is very different from the earth, all indicate an event! Me, I won't cross over, will I? Zhou Mingrui's mouth opened little by little. He grew up watching online novels and often had fantasies about this, but when he really encountered it, it was difficult to accept it for a while. This is probably the so-called Ye Gong Haolong, right? After dozens of seconds, Zhou Mingrui complained to himself bitterly. If it weren't for the pain in his head that still existed, making his mind tense and clear, he would definitely suspect that he was dreaming. Calm, calm, calm... Taking a few deep breaths, Zhou Mingrui tried not to be so flustered. At this moment, as his body and mind reconciled, fragments of memory suddenly jumped out and slowly appeared in his mind! Klein. Moretti, a native of Tingen, Ahova County, Kingdom of Ruen on the Northern Continent, a recent graduate of the History Department of Hoy University... His father was a sergeant in the Royal Army, sacrificed in the colonial conflicts of the southern continent, and the pension in exchange gave Klein the opportunity to enter a private grammar school, laying the foundation for him to enter the university... Her mother, a believer in the goddess of the night, died the year Klein passed the Hoy University entrance exam... There is also an older brother, a younger sister, who lives together in a two-bedroom apartment ... The family is not rich, it can even be said that it is not good, and at the moment it is all supported by his brother, who works as a clerk in an import and export company ... As a graduate of the Department of History, Klein mastered the ancient Fursack language, which is known as the source of the writing of the countries of the Northern Continent, as well as the Hermesian script that often appeared in ancient tombs and related to sacrifices and prayers... Hermisvin? Zhou Mingrui's heart moved, reached out and held his throbbing temple, and cast his gaze to the note spread out on the desk, only to feel that the line of text on the yellowed paper changed from strange to strange, from strange to familiar, from familiar to interpretable. These are words written in Hermesian! The deep black ink said: "Everyone will die, including me." Hiss! Zhou Mingrui was inexplicably frightened, and his body instinctively leaned back, trying to distance himself from the notebook and this line of text. He was very weak, almost fell, hurriedly reached out and pressed the edge of the table, only to feel that the air around him became restless, and there was a faint whisper echoing in his ears, and he had the feeling of listening to his elders tell horror stories when he was a child. Shaking his head, everything was just an illusion, Zhou Mingrui regained his feet, looked away from the notebook, and gasped. At this time, his gaze fell on the revolver that shimmered with brass luster, and a question arose in his mind. "With Klein's family background, how can there be money and channels to buy a pistol?" Zhou Mingrui couldn't help frowning. In his thoughts, he suddenly found that there was half a red handprint on the edge of the desk, which was darker than the moon and thicker than the "light yarn". That's a b****y handprint! "b****y handprints?" Zhou Mingrui subconsciously turned over the right hand that was holding the edge of the table just now, looked down, and saw that his palm and fingers were full of blood. At the same time, the throbbing pain in his head still came, slightly weakened and continuous. "It's not going to kowtow, is it?" Zhou Mingrui turned his body while guessing and walked towards the cracked dressing mirror. A few steps later, a medium-sized figure, black hair and brown eyes, with a distinctly bookish figure clearly met his eyes. That's who I am now, Klein. Moretti? Zhou Mingrui was stunned for a moment, because the light was not enough in the middle of the night, and he couldn't see clearly, so he continued to move forward until he was only one step away from hitting the mirror. In the light gauze crimson moonlight, he turned his head sideways to check the situation of the corners of his forehead. The clearly reflected mirror is faithfully presented, a hideous wound hovers his temple, the edge is burning, the surrounding is stained with blood, and there is gray-white brain pulp slowly wriggling inside. It seems that I haven't really woken up yet, I'm still dreaming... Later, maybe there will be a situation where you think you have woken up, but you are actually still sleeping... Zhou Mingrui, who is no stranger to similar encounters, tried his best to concentrate his will to completely free himself from the shackles of darkness and psychedelia. However, when he was half asleep and half awake, his will was always drifting like smoke, difficult to control, difficult to contain, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't help but diverge his thoughts and distracted thoughts emerged. Good end, in the middle of the night, how can you suddenly have a headache? It still hurts so much! It can't be a cerebral hemorrhage or something, right? I wipe, I won't die young just like that, right? Wake up! Wake up! Huh, it doesn't seem to hurt as much as it did just now? But in the head it is still like a blunt knife is slowly cutting... It seems that I can't continue to sleep, how can I go to work tomorrow? What else do you want to go to work? There is a real headache, of course, it is a leave of absence! Don't be afraid of manager Rory! Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem to be bad, hehe, steal for half a day! Bursts of throbbing pain made Zhou Mingrui accumulate illusory power bit by bit, and finally, he straightened his back and opened his eyes, completely getting rid of the state of half-sleeping. The line of sight was first blurred, then covered with a faint crimson, as far as the eye could see, Zhou Mingrui saw a log colored desk in front of him, with a spread note in the center, the paper was rough and yellow, and he looked up and wrote a sentence in strange letters, the ink was dark and eye-catching.