pain!

it hurts!

My head hurts!

The bizarre dream full of whispers quickly shattered. Zhou Mingrui, who was sleeping soundly, felt an abnormal pain in his head, as if someone had hit him hard with a stick. No, it was more like a sharp object stabbed into his temple and caused agitation!

In a daze, Zhou Mingrui wanted to turn over, wanted to cover his head, wanted to sit up, but he was completely unable to move his hands and feet, and his body seemed to be out of control.

It seems that I haven't really woken up yet and am still in a dream. Later, I might think I'm awake but am actually still asleep. Zhou Mingrui, who is no stranger to similar experiences, tried his best to concentrate his will to completely get rid of the shackles of darkness and hallucinations.

However, when he was half asleep and half awake, his will was always as erratic as smoke, difficult to control and gather. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander and distracting thoughts emerge.

Why do I suddenly have a headache in the middle of the night?

It hurts so much!

Could it be a cerebral hemorrhage or something?

Damn, I’m not going to die young like this, am I?

Wake up! Wake up!

Hmm, it doesn't hurt as much as before? But it still feels like a dull knife is slowly cutting my brain.

It seems I can’t continue sleeping. How can I go to work tomorrow?

Why do you still want to go to work? If you have a real headache, of course you should ask for leave! Don't be afraid of the manager's nagging!

When I think about it this way, it doesn’t seem so bad, hehe, I can steal a little time to relax from my busy life!

Waves of pain allowed Zhou Mingrui to accumulate illusory strength bit by bit. Finally, he straightened his back and opened his eyes with one breath, completely getting rid of his half-asleep state.

His vision was blurred at first, then covered with a faint blush. In front of him, Zhou Mingrui saw a wooden desk with an open notebook in the middle. The paper was rough and yellowed, and there was a sentence written in strange letters. The ink was dark black and eye-catching.

On the left side of the notebook, near the edge of the table, there is a neatly arranged stack of books, about seven or eight in total. On the wall to the right of them are inlaid gray-white pipes and wall lamps connected to the pipes.

This lamp has a very classical Western style. It is about half the size of an adult's head, with a transparent glass inner layer and a black metal grid on the outside.

Diagonally below the extinguished wall lamp, a black ink bottle was shrouded in a pale red glow, and the relief on its surface formed a vague angel pattern.

In front of the ink bottle, on the right side of the notebook, a dark-colored fountain pen with a round belly was quietly placed, the tip of the pen was gleaming faintly, and the pen cap was placed next to a brass-colored revolver.

Pistol? Revolver? Zhou Mingrui was completely stunned. What he saw was so strange. It didn't look like his own room at all!

Astonished and dazed, he found that the desk, notebook, ink bottle, and revolver were all covered with a layer of crimson "veil", which was the light coming in from the window.

Subconsciously, he raised his head and moved his sight upwards little by little:

In the mid-air, above the black "velvet curtain", a crimson full moon hangs high, shining quietly.

Zhou Mingrui was filled with inexplicable panic and stood up suddenly. However, before his legs were completely straightened, he felt a sharp pain in his head, which made him lose strength temporarily. His center of gravity fell involuntarily and his buttocks hit the hardwood chair surface hard.

Bang!

The pain had no effect on him. Zhou Mingrui pressed his hand on the table and stood up again. He turned around in panic and looked around at his surroundings.

It was a small room with a brown door on each side and a wooden bunk bed against the opposite wall.

Between it and the left door is a cupboard with an open top and five drawers at the bottom.

At the edge of the cupboard, at a height of one person, there was also a gray-white pipe embedded in the wall, but it was connected to a strange mechanical device with gears and bearings in some places.

In the right corner near the desk, there are 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 a simple and plain pattern on the wooden base.

With a glance, Zhou Mingrui vaguely saw himself in the mirror. His current self:

Black hair, brown eyes, linen shirt, thin build, average features, deep features

Zhou Mingrui took a deep breath and many helpless and messy guesses emerged in his mind.

The revolver, the classical European and American style layout, and the crimson moon that is very different from the one on Earth, all illustrate a certain event!

I, I won't travel through time, right? Zhou Mingrui opened his mouth little by little.

He grew up reading online novels and often had fantasies about this, but when he actually encountered it, he found it difficult to accept it for a while.

This is probably what is called "Ye Gong loves dragons"? After a few seconds, Zhou Mingrui made a self-deprecating remark in a humorous way.

If the pain in his head had not persisted, making his thinking tense and clear, he would have definitely suspected that he was dreaming.

Calm down, calm down, calm down. Taking a few deep breaths, Zhou Mingrui tried not to panic. ..

At this moment, as his body and mind were in harmony, fragments of memories suddenly popped up and slowly appeared in his mind!

Klein Moretti, a native of Tingen City, Ahowa County, Loen Kingdom, Northern Continent, and a recent graduate of the History Department of Khoi University.

His father was a sergeant in the Royal Army. He died in the colonial conflict in the southern continent. The pension he received gave Klein the opportunity to attend a private grammar school, laying the foundation for his admission to university.

His mother was a follower of the Goddess of Night. She died the year Klein passed the entrance exam to Hoy University.

There is also a brother and a sister, living together in a two-bedroom apartment

The family is not wealthy, and can even be said to be poor. Currently, the family relies on the support of their brother who works as a clerk in an import and export company.

As a history graduate, Klein mastered the ancient Feysac language, which is known as the source of the writing of the countries in the northern continent, as well as the Hermetic language that often appears in ancient mausoleums and is related to sacrifices and prayers.

Hermetic? Zhou Mingrui's heart moved, he reached out and pressed his aching temple, and cast his eyes on the notebook spread out on the desk. He felt that the line of text on the yellowed paper changed from strange to unfamiliar, from unfamiliar to familiar, and from familiar to understandable.

These are words written in Hermetic script!

The dark, dripping ink says:

"Everyone will die, including me."

Hiss! Zhou Mingrui was inexplicably terrified, and his body instinctively leaned back, trying to distance himself from the notebook and the line of text.

He was very weak and nearly fell down. He hurriedly reached out to hold the edge of the table. He felt the air around him become restless and there were faint whispers echoing in his ears. It was like the feeling of listening to horror stories told by elders when he was a child.

Shaking his head, thinking that everything was just an illusion, Zhou Mingrui stood firm again, shifted his eyes away from the notebook, and took a deep breath.

At this moment, his eyes fell on the revolver that gleamed with brass, and a question suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Given Klein's family background, how could he have the money and channels to buy a pistol?" Zhou Mingrui couldn't help but frowned.

While deep in thought, he suddenly discovered a half red handprint on the edge of the desk. The color was darker than the moonlight and thicker than the "gauze".

That's a bloody handprint!

"Bloody handprint?" Zhou Mingrui subconsciously turned over his right hand that had just pressed the edge of the table, looked down, and saw that his palm and fingers were covered in blood.

At the same time, the throbbing pain in his head continued, slightly weakened, but continued.

"Did he hit his head?" Zhou Mingrui guessed as he turned around and walked towards the cracked dressing mirror.

After a few steps, a figure of medium build, black hair and brown eyes, with a distinct scholarly air came clearly into his sight.

Is this who I am now, Klein Moretti?

Zhou Mingrui was stunned for a moment, because it was late at night and the light was not bright enough to see clearly, so he continued to move forward until he was only one step away from hitting the mirror.

Under the veil-like crimson moonlight, he tilted his head to check the condition of his forehead.

The clear reflection in the mirror showed a hideous wound on his temple, with burn marks on the edge and blood all around, while grayish-white brain matter was slowly wriggling inside.