Dengdengdeng!

Zhou Mingrui was so frightened by the scene that he took a few steps back. It seemed that the person in the dressing mirror was not himself, but a mummy.

How could someone with such serious injuries still be alive!

He tilted his head again in disbelief and checked the other side. Even though the distance was long and the light was dim, he could still make out the penetrating wound and the deep red bloodstain.

"this"

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

He reached out and pressed his hand on the left side of his chest, feeling his heart beating violently, rapidly and vigorously.

I touched the exposed skin again, and felt warmth flowing underneath the slight coolness.

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

"What happened?" He frowned and whispered, intending to check the wound on his head carefully again.

After taking two steps forward, he suddenly stopped again, because the light of the blood moon outside the window was relatively dim and not enough to support the "careful inspection".

A fragment of memory came to mind, and Zhou Mingrui turned his head to look at the wall lamp surrounded by gray-white pipes and metal grids on the wall next to the desk.

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

Originally, given Klein Moretti's family situation, he shouldn't even have kerosene lamps, let alone gas lamps. Using candles was a manifestation of his status and position. But four years ago, when he stayed up late to study and strive for the entrance examination to Hoy University, his brother Benson believed that this was an important matter related to the family's future, and he was determined to create good conditions for him even if it meant borrowing money.

Of course, Benson, who was literate and had worked for several years, was definitely not a reckless, unskilled, or reckless person. He used the excuse that "installing gas pipelines would improve the grade of the apartment and facilitate future rentals" to convince the landlord to pay for the basic renovation. He then used the convenience of working for an import and export company to get a new gas lamp at nearly cost price. He only used his savings and did not borrow any money from anyone.

Fragments flashed by, and Zhou Mingrui returned to his desk, opened the pipe valve, and turned on the gas switch.

Dadada, the sounds of friction and ignition rang out continuously, but the light did not come as Zhou Mingrui had expected.

Ta-da-da! He twisted his body a few more times, but the gas lamp remained dim.

"Hmm." Zhou Mingrui withdrew his hand, pressed his left temple, and squeezed out the fragments of memory, looking for the cause of what happened.

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

This is a gas meter!

After taking a look at the few gears and bearings, Zhou Mingrui took out a coin from his trouser pocket.

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

Zhou Mingrui knew that this was the most basic currency in the Kingdom of Loen, called the copper penny. The actual purchasing power of a penny was roughly equivalent to three or four dollars before he crossed over. This coin also had three denominations: 5 pence, half a pence, and a quarter of a penny. However, it was still not precise enough, and in daily life, he still had to round it up from time to time to buy things.

After turning the copper penny, which was issued when King George III ascended the throne, over and over again between his fingertips, Zhou Mingrui twisted it and stuffed it into the vertically opened slender "mouth" of the gas meter.

Ding ding dong!

As the penny fell to the bottom inside the meter, the sound of gears turning could be heard, producing a short and beautiful mechanical melody.

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

Da da da, bang!

A flame started and quickly grew larger. The bright light first filled the interior of the wall lamp, then passed through the transparent glass, casting a warm color on the room.

The darkness suddenly shrank away, and the red retreated from the window. Zhou Mingrui felt inexplicably relieved and quickly walked to the dressing mirror.

This time, he carefully examined the position of the temple, not missing any details.

After several comparisons, he found that apart from the initial bloodstain, the hideous wound no longer oozed fluid, as if it had been given the best possible hemostasis and bandage. The slowly wriggling gray brain and the flesh and blood growing at a speed visible to the naked eye indicated the arrival of healing. Perhaps in thirty or forty minutes, or perhaps two or three hours, there would only be shallow marks left.

"The healing effect brought by time travel?" Zhou Mingrui raised the right corner of his mouth and whispered silently.

Then he let out a long sigh. No matter what the reason was, at least he was still alive!

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

Well, I have to deal with the blood on my head, so that it doesn’t always look like a crime scene. It’s okay if I scare myself, but if I scare my sister Melissa who has to get up early tomorrow, then things will be bad!

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

Zhou Mingrui walked towards the bathroom with light steps and a bit of trepidation.

Once inside, the moonlight became brighter and everything became clearer. Zhou Mingrui stood in front of the sink and turned on the tap.

The sound of water splashing filled his ears, and he suddenly thought of his landlord, Mr. French.

Because the water bill was included in the rent, this short and thin gentleman, wearing a top hat, a vest and a black suit, always actively came to inspect several bathrooms and eavesdrop on the sound of running water.

If the noise was loud, Mr. Franky would ignore his gentlemanly manners, swing his cane fiercely, hit the bathroom door, and shout "Damn thief!" "Waste is shameful!" "I'll remember you!" "If I see you again, take your dirty luggage and get out!" "Believe me, this is the most cost-effective apartment in Tingen City. You will never find a more generous landlord than me!"

Recovering his thoughts, Zhou Mingrui wet the towel and washed the blood off his face over and over again.

After looking at himself in the tattered mirror in the bathroom and confirming that only the hideous wounds and pale face were left, Zhou Mingrui felt a lot more relieved. He then took off his linen shirt and rubbed the blood spots with soap.

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

The wounds were exaggerated and there was a lot of blood. Apart from on my body, there should be traces in the room!

After a few minutes, Zhou Mingrui dealt with the linen shirt and hurried back home with a wet towel. He first wiped the bloody handprints on the desk, and then looked for other residues with the help of the light of the gas lamp.

As he looked around, he immediately discovered a number of blood splatters on the floor and at the bottom of the desk, and there was a yellow bullet head against the wall on his left.

"He put a revolver to his temple and fired a shot?" All the clues connected suddenly, and Zhou Mingrui roughly understood the cause of Klein's death.

He did not rush to verify it, but first carefully wiped off the bloodstains and dealt with the "scene". Then he took the bullet, returned to the desk, opened the pistol's cylinder to the left, and poured out the bullets.

Bang, bang, bang. Five bullets in total and one shell, all flowing with a brass luster.

"Sure enough." Zhou Mingrui glanced at the empty shell, stuffed the bullets back into the revolver one by one, and nodded slightly.

He shifted his gaze to the left, looking at the words written on the notebook, "Everyone will die, including me", and more doubts emerged in his mind. ..

Where did the gun come from?

Suicide, or disguised suicide?

What kind of trouble could a history graduate of civilian origin get into?

How come this method of suicide only leaves a few bloodstains? Is it because I traveled through time in time and got the healing bonus?

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

What happened to Klein was not his main concern at the moment. The real problem was to figure out why he traveled through time and whether he could travel back!

Parents, relatives, best friends, the colorful online world, and all kinds of delicious food—these are all reasons why I want to go back!

Snap, Snap, Snap. Zhou Mingrui's right hand unconsciously swung out the pistol cylinder and then put it back, again and again.

"Well, this period of time is not much different from the past, I was just a little unlucky. How could I have traveled through time for no apparent reason?"

"What bad luck! I performed a luck-changing ritual before dinner tonight!"

A flash of lightning flashed through Zhou Mingrui's mind, illuminating his memories that were obscured by fog.

As a qualified keyboard politician, keyboard historian, keyboard economist, keyboard biologist, and keyboard folklorist, I have always claimed to know "a little bit of everything." Of course, my best friends often laugh at me for knowing "only a little bit of everything."

And alchemy is one of them.

When I went back to my hometown last year, I found a vertically bound "Records of Secret Alchemy of Qin and Han Dynasties" at a used bookstall. It looked interesting and I thought it would help me show off online, so I bought it. Unfortunately, my interest came and went quickly. The vertical format gave me a bad feeling, so I only flipped through the beginning and threw the book into a corner.

It was not until the last month when I had a series of bad luck, lost my phone, clients ran away, mistakes were made at work, and bad things happened one after another that I suddenly remembered that there was a ritual for changing luck at the beginning of "Notes on Fangshu". The requirements were extremely simple and did not require any basic knowledge:

Just make four portions of the staple food of your area and put them in the four corners of the room, which can be on the table, on the cabinet, etc. Then stand in the center of the room and walk out of a square counterclockwise in four steps. The first step is to sincerely recite "Fusheng Xuanhuang Xianzun", the second step is to recite "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun", the third step is to recite "Fusheng Xuanhuang Shangdi", and the fourth step is to recite "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun". After finishing, close your eyes and wait for five minutes in the spot. The ceremony is considered a success.

With the mentality that it doesn't cost any money, I took out the book and did it again before dinner as required. However, nothing happened at that time.

Who knew that in the middle of the night, I actually traveled through time!

Traveled through time!

"It's possible that it's the luck-changing ritual. Let's try it here tomorrow. If it's really because of it, then there's hope that I can wear it back!" Zhou Mingrui stopped shaking the revolver and sat up straight.

No matter what, you have to try it yourself!

We have to treat a dead horse as a living one!

ps: There will be three updates tomorrow, making up for the overdue chapter of the previous book (manually funny). The first one will be tonight at midnight, the second at 12:30 pm, and the third at 7 pm.