The Mysterious King

Chapter 2 Situation

Zhou Mingrui was frightened by the scene in front of him and took a few steps back, as if the one in the dressing mirror was not himself, but a corpse.

How could a person with such severe wounds still be alive!

He couldn't believe it and turned his head to examine the other side. Even if the distance was longer and the light was blurry, he could still see the presence of deep red blood stains running through the wound.

This

Zhou Mingrui took a breath and tried to calm himself down.

He reached out and pressed his hand towards his left chest, feeling the intense, rapid, and vibrant beating of his heart.

I touched the exposed skin again, and the slight coolness covered up the warm flow.

After squatting down and verifying that his knees could still bend, Zhou Mingrui stood up again and no longer panicked.

What's going on? "He frowned and whispered, 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 and insufficient to support the "serious inspection".

A fragment of memory emerged from stress, and Zhou Mingrui turned his head to look at the wall next to his desk, surrounded by a gray and white pipe and a metal grid.

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

Originally, based on Klein Moretti's family situation, not to mention gas lamps or even kerosene lamps, the use of candles was not a sign of identity and status. However, four years ago, when he stayed up late to study and fought for the Hoy University entrance exam, his brother Benson believed that this was an important matter for the future of his family, and even borrowing money would create good conditions for him.

Of course, Benson, who has been working for several years, is definitely not a reckless, lacking in means, and not considering the consequences. He deceived the landlord to pay for the basic renovation on the grounds that "installing gas pipelines is beneficial for improving the quality of the apartment and helping to rent it out in the future". With the convenience of working for an import and export company, he obtained a new type of gas lamp at almost cost price, but he only used his savings before and after, I didn't borrow money from anyone.

Fragments flickered past, and Zhou Mingrui returned to his desk, opened the pipeline valve, and turned the gas light switch.

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

Da Da Da! He twitched a few more times, but the gas light remained dim.

Hmm, "he withdrew his hand and pressed down on his left temple. Zhou Mingrui squeezed out memory fragments and searched for the cause of the situation.

After a few seconds, he turned around and walked towards the door, coming to the mechanical device that was also embedded in the wall and connected by gray and white pipes.

This is a gas meter!

After glancing at the exposed gears and bearings, Zhou Mingrui took out a coin from his pants pocket.

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

Zhou Mingrui knew that this was the most basic currency of the Kingdom of Lu En, called copper pence. The actual purchasing power of pence was approximately equivalent to three or four yuan before his crossing. This coin had three different values: 5p, half penny, and quarter penny, but it was still not precise enough. In daily life, it was still necessary to round up and purchase items from time to time.

After flipping the copper penny in his hand, which was only issued when King George III ascended to the throne, Zhou Mingrui twisted it and stuffed it into the slender "mouth" of the gas meter, which was vertically open.

Ding Ding Dang!

As the penny fell to the bottom inside the meter, the clicking sound of the gears immediately sounded, playing a short and beautiful mechanical melody.

Zhou Mingrui stared for a few seconds, then returned to his wooden desk and reached out to twist the gas light switch.

Da Da Da, Pa!

A cluster of flames ignited and quickly grew larger. The bright light first occupied the interior of the wall lamp, and then passed through the transparent glass, casting a warm color over the room.

The darkness suddenly shrank away, crimson exited the window, and Zhou Mingrui inexplicably felt a little relieved before quickly approaching the dressing mirror.

This time, he carefully scrutinized the position of his temples, without neglecting any details.

After several comparisons, he found that apart from the initial blood stains, there was no more fluid flowing out of the ferocious wound, as if it had received the best hemostasis and bandage. The slowly moving gray brain and the visible growth of wound flesh signaled the arrival of healing. Perhaps in thirty or forty minutes, perhaps in two or three hours, there would only be shallow traces left.

The therapeutic effect brought by crossing time and space? "Zhou Mingrui tilted his right corner of his mouth and whispered silently.

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

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

Well, the blood stains on your head need to be treated so that you don't always look like the scene of the crime and scare yourself. It's okay, if it scares Melissa, that's not good!

The corridor outside was dark, with only the crimson moonlight emanating from the window at the end barely outlining the protruding objects, making them look like a pair of monster eyes silently staring at the living in the deep night.

Zhou Mingrui stepped softly, and Dim sum walked to the bathroom in fear.

Inside, the moonlight grew brighter and everything became clearer. Zhou Mingrui stood in front of the washstand and turned on the tap.

Clattering, the sound of water came to his ears, and he suddenly thought of Mr. Frankie, the landlord.

Because the water bill is included in the rent, this short and thin gentleman with a top hat, a vest, a black formal coat, always actively comes to inspect several bathrooms and eavesdrop on the sound of flowing water inside.

If there was a loud commotion, Mr. Frankie would disregard the gentlemanly demeanor and fiercely wave his cane, hitting the bathroom door, shouting, "Damn thief!" "Waste is a shameful thing!" "I remember you!" "If I see you again, bring your dirty luggage and get out!" "Believe me, this is the most cost-effective apartment in Tingen City, you can't find a more generous landlord than me

Taking back his thoughts, Zhou Mingrui wet the towel and cleaned the blood stains on his face, time and time again.

After taking a look at the tattered mirror in the bathroom and confirming that only the ferocious wounds and pale face were left, Zhou Mingrui relaxed a lot and then took off his linen shirt and rubbed the blood stains with soap.

At this moment, his brow furrowed and he remembered that there might be other troubles:

The wound is exaggerated, with numerous blood stains. Apart from myself, there should still be traces in the room!

After a few minutes, Zhou Mingrui sorted out his linen shirt and quickly returned home with a wet towel. He first wiped the blood fingerprints on the desk, and then relied on the light of the gas lamp to search for other remnants.

On this search, he immediately noticed that there were many splashes of blood on the floor and at the bottom of the desk, and there was a yellow bullet on the left wall.

Using the left wheel to hold onto the temple and shoot? "The clues quickly connected, and Zhou Mingrui probably understood the cause of Klein's death.

He didn't rush to verify, but first carefully wiped off the bloodstains, dealt with the "scene", and then brought the bullet back to his desk, opened the revolver to the left, and poured out the bullets inside.

Pop pop pop, a total of five bullets, one cartridge case, all flowing with brass luster.

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

He shifted his gaze to the left and looked at the sentence written on his open notebook, 'Everyone will die, including me,' followed by more doubts in his heart

Where did the g*n come from?

Suicide or disguised suicide?

What can a civilian born history graduate get into trouble?

How did this suicide method leave such bloodstains? Is it because I travel through time and space in a timely manner and bring my own healing benefits?

After a moment of contemplation, Zhou Mingrui put on another linen shirt and sat down in a chair, thinking about more important things.

Klein's experience is currently not the focus of his own concern, the real problem is to figure out why he crossed time and space, and whether he can go back!

Parents, relatives, close friends, friends, a rich and colorful online world, and a variety of delicious food are all urgent feelings to go back!

Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang.

Well, there's not much difference between this period of time and the past, it's just a bit unlucky. Why did you cross without any reason

Unfortunately, I did a transfer ceremony before dinner tonight

A flash of lightning flashed through Zhou Mingrui's mind, illuminating his memories shrouded in 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". Of course, my close friends often mock me as "only know a little about everything".

And Fang Shu is one of them.

Last year, when I returned to my hometown, I found a thread bound vertical version of the "Summary of the Secret Recipes of the Qin and Han Dynasties" on the old book stand. It looked interesting, and I thought it would help to show off on the Internet, so I bought it back. Unfortunately, interest came and went quickly, and the vertical version was very bad. I just turned the beginning and threw the book in the corner.

It was only after a month of continuous misfortune, such as losing a phone, customers running away, making work mistakes, and the arrival of bad things, that I accidentally remembered a luck changing ceremony with extremely simple requirements without any foundation:

Simply make four portions of the staple food in your area and place them in the four corners of the room. This can be done on tables, cabinets, and other places. Then, stand in the center of the room and take four steps counterclockwise to create a square. The first step is to sincerely recite the words "Blessed Xuanhuang Immortal", the second step is to silently recite the words "Blessed Xuanhuang Heavenly King", the third step is to silently recite the words "Blessed Xuanhuang God", and the fourth step is to silently recite the words "Blessed Xuanhuang Heavenly King". After walking, close your eyes, Wait in place for five minutes, and the ceremony is considered successful.

As requested, it was done once before dinner, however, nothing happened at that time.

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

There's a certain possibility it's the transfer ceremony. Let's try it out 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.

Anyway, give it a try yourself!

Dead horses must be treated as living horses!