THE HANGED MAN

Situation

Pedal on!

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 dry corpse.

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

He turned his head sideways in disbelief, examining the other side, even if the distance was lengthened and the light was blurry, he could still see the presence of deep red blood through the wound.

"This..."

Zhou Mingrui took a breath and tried to calm himself.

He reached out and pressed his hand to his left chest, feeling his heart beat violently, rapidly and vigorously.

I touched the exposed skin again, and under the slight coldness was a warm flow.

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

"What's going on?" He frowned and whispered, intending to carefully examine the wound on his head again.

Taking two steps forward, he suddenly paused 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, and Zhou Mingrui turned his head to look at the gray-white pipes and wall lamps surrounded by metal grids on the wall next to the desk.

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

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

Of course, Benson, who has been literate and worked for several years, is definitely not a reckless, lack of means, and does not consider the consequences, he fooled the landlord on the grounds that "the installation of gas pipes is conducive to improving the grade of the apartment and will help the future rental" to fool the landlord into completing the basic transformation, and he took advantage of the convenience of working for an import and export company to get a new gas lamp at a cost price.

The fragments flashed, Zhou Mingrui returned to the desk, opened the pipe valve, and twisted the gas light switch.

Click, the sound of friction ignition sounded repeatedly, but the light did not come as Zhou Mingrui expected.

Tap-Tap! He twisted a few more times, but the gas lamp was still dim.

"Hmm..." withdrawing his hand and holding his left temple, Zhou Mingrui squeezed out the memory fragments and looked for the cause of the matter.

After a few seconds, he turned his body and walked to the gate, where he came to the mechanical device that was also embedded in the wall and also connected by gray and white pipes.

This is a gas meter!

Looking at the bare gears and bearings, Zhou Mingrui took out a coin from his trouser pocket.

It is dull yellow in color and shimmering copper, with a head of a man wearing a crown on the front and the word "1" embraced by ears of wheat on the back.

Zhou Mingrui knows that this is the most basic currency of the Ruen Kingdom, called copper pennies, 1 pence actual purchasing power is about equivalent to three or four dollars before he crossed, the value of this coin is still 5 pence, half a penny and a quarter pence, but still not fine enough, in daily life, or from time to time have to make up to buy items.

After turning the copper penny in his hand that King George III had only issued when he ascended the throne turned a few times in his fingertips, Zhou Mingrui twisted it and stuffed it into the slender "mouth" of the gas meter that opened vertically.

Ding-dong!

As the penny fell to the bottom inside the meter, the clicking of the gears sounded, playing a short but wonderful mechanical melody.

Zhou Mingrui stared for a few seconds, returned to the original wood-colored desk, and reached out to twist the switch of the gas lamp.

Click, click, snap!

A flame ignited and quickly grew larger, and bright light first occupied the inside of the wall lamp, and then through the transparent glass, casting the room in warm colors.

The darkness suddenly shrunk, Crimson exited the window, Zhou Mingrui was inexplicably relieved, and quickly came to the dressing mirror.

This time, he carefully examined the location of his temples, not missing a single detail.

After several comparisons, he found that in addition to the initial blood stain, the hideous wound did not flow out of liquid, as if it had received the best hemostasis and bandaging, and the slowly wriggling gray brain and the wound flesh and blood growing at a speed visible to the n***d eye were heralding the arrival of healing, maybe thirty or forty minutes, maybe two or three hours, there would be only shallow traces left.

"The healing effect of crossing?" Zhou Mingrui curled the corner of his right mouth and whispered silently.

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

Reminded, he pulled the drawer, took out a small bar of soap, removed one of the worn towels hanging next to the cupboard, then opened the door and walked to the renter's 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 it scares her sister Melissa who has to get up early tomorrow, then the matter will not end well!

The corridor outside the door was dark, and only the crimson moonlight spilling in from the window at the end barely outlined the outline of the protruding things, making them look like a pair of monster eyes silently gazing at the living in the deep night.

Zhou Mingrui relaxed his steps and walked to the bathroom with a bit of trepidation.

Inside, the moonlight was more abundant, everything became clear, Zhou Mingrui stood in front of the washstand and unscrewed the tap faucet.

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

Because the water bill was included in the rent, the short, skinny gentleman with a top hat, a vest underneath, and a black formal coat always actively came to inspect several bathrooms and eavesdrop on the sound of running water inside.

If there had been a loud uproar, Mr. French, in disregard of gentlemanly manners, would have swung his cane ferociously, slammed the bathroom door, and shouted "Damn thief!" "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 the whole city of Tingen, and you won't find a more generous landlord than me!"

Taking back 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 hideous wounds and pale faces remained, Zhou Mingrui relaxed a lot, and then took off his linen shirt and rubbed the blood spots with the help of soap.

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

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

After a few minutes, Zhou Mingrui disposed of the linen shirt, quickly returned home with a wet towel, first wiped the b****y handprints on the desk, and then relied on the light of the gas lamp to look for other residues.

This search, 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.

“...... Fired a shot with a revolver against the temple? "The clues before and after are through, Zhou Mingrui probably understands the cause of Klein's death.

He did not rush to verify, but first seriously wiped off the blood stains, dealt with the "scene", and then took the warhead, returned to the desk, opened the pistol wheel to the left, and poured out the bullets inside.

Crackling, there were five bullets in total, one cartridge case, all flowing with brass luster.

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

He shifted his gaze to the left and looked at the phrase "Everyone will die, including me" written in his notebook, and more doubts appeared in his heart.

Where did the g*n come from?

Suicide, or disguised as suicide?

What can a commoner-born history graduate get into?

How did this suicide leave such a bloodstain? Is it because I crossed in time and brought healing benefits?

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

Klein's encounter is not the focus of his concern at present, the real problem is to figure out why he crossed and whether he can wear it back!

Parents, relatives, dead friends, friends, colorful online world, all kinds of food... It's all an urgent mood to go back!

Snap, pop, pop... Zhou Mingrui's right hand unconsciously threw out the pistol wheel and closed it back, again and again.

"Well, this period of time is not much different from the past, it's just a little unlucky, how can it cross over inexplicably?"

"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 obscured by the fog.

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

And Fangshu is one of them.

Last year, I returned to my hometown, and found a wire-bound vertical version of the "Qin and Han Secret Recipes" on the used book stall, which looked very interesting, and felt that it helped to pretend on the Internet, so I bought it back, but unfortunately, the interest came and went quickly, the vertical version made people have a poor sense of reading, and they only turned the beginning and threw the book into the corner.

It was not until the last month of continuous bad luck, losing mobile phones, customers running away, work mistakes, and bad things coming in turn, that I accidentally remembered that there was a transfer ceremony at the beginning of the "Fang Shu Minutes", and the requirements were extremely simple, without any foundation:

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

With the mentality of not wanting money anyway, he turned over the book himself, did as requested, and did it again before dinner, however, however, nothing happened at that time.

Who knows, in the middle of the night, he actually crossed over!

Crossed!

"It could be that transshipment ceremony... Well, give it a try here tomorrow, and if it's really because of it, then I have hope to wear it back! Zhou Mingrui stopped shaking the revolver and sat up straight.

No matter what, give it a try yourself!

Dead horses must also be treated as living horse doctors!