Chapter 1 Crimson

Pain!

It hurts so much!

I have a headache!

The strange dream full of whispers quickly shattered. Zhou Mingrui, who was sleeping soundly, only felt that his head was throbbing, as if he had been swung hard with a stick. No, it was more like being stabbed into his temple by a sharp object and accompanied by stirring!

In a daze, Zhou Mingrui wanted to turn over, cover his head, and sit up, but he couldn't move his hands and feet at all, and his body seemed to lose control.

It seems that I haven't really woken up yet. In my dream, I may think I have woken up. In fact, I am still sleeping. Zhou Mingrui, who is not unfamiliar with similar encounters, tried his best to concentrate his will to completely get rid of the shackles of darkness and psychedelic.

However, when he was half asleep and half awake, his will was always like smoke, which was difficult to control and difficult to converge. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't help his thoughts to diverge and distractions emerged.

It's so neat. Why do you suddenly have a headache in the middle of the night?

It still hurts so much!

It can't be a cerebral hemorrhage or something, is it?

Damn, I won't die so young, will I?

Wake up quickly! Wake up quickly!

Huh, it doesn't seem to hurt as much as just now? But in my mind, it's 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? It's a real headache. Of course, it's a leave! Don't be afraid of the manager!

Thinking about it, it doesn't seem to be bad, hehe, it's been half a day!

Bursts of thrumps made Zhou Mingrui accumulate illusory power. Finally, he straightened his waist and opened his eyes, completely getting rid of the half-sleep and half-awake state.

First, the sight was blurred, and then covered with a faint crimson. As far as Zhou Mingrui could see, he saw a log-colored desk in front of him. There was an open note in the center. The paper was rough and yellowish. He looked up and wrote a sentence in strange letters. The ink was dark and eye-catching.

On the left side of the notebook on the edge of the table, there is a neat stack of books, about seven or eight books. The wall on the right side of them is inlaid with gray-white pipes and wall lamps connected to the pipes.

This lamp has a very Western classical flavor. It is about half the size of an adult's head. The inner layer is transparent glass, and the outside is surrounded by black metal.

Below the extinguished wall lamp, a black ink bottle is shrouded in pale red light, and the convex surface forms a vague angel pattern.

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

Pistol? Left wheel? Zhou Mingrui was stunned. What he saw in front of him was so strange that he didn't look like his room at all!

While he was stunned, he found that his desks, notebooks, ink bottles and revolvers were all covered with a layer of crimson "light gauze", which was the glow shining in from the window.

Subconsciously, he raised his head and moved his eyes up little by little:

In mid-air, on the black "velvet curtain", a red full moon hangs high and shines quietly.

This week, Mingrui was inexplicably frightened and stood up suddenly, but his legs were not fully straightened, and his head was a throb, which made him lose his strength for a short time. His center of gravity fell involuntarily, and his buttocks hit the hardwood chair fiercely.

Bang!

The pain did not affect. Zhou Mingrui pressed the table with his hand, stood up again, turned around in a panic, and looked at the environment he was in.

This is a small room. There is a brown door on the left and right sides, and a wooden high and low bed next to the opposite wall.

There is a cabinet between it and the left door, with five drawers at the top and five drawers at the bottom.

The edge of the cabinet, one person high, is also inlaid with gray-white pipes in the wall, but it is connected to a strange mechanical device, with gears and bearings exposed in a few places.

Near the right corner of the desk, there are things similar to coal stoves, as well as kitchen utensils such as soup pots and iron pots.

Crossing the right door is a dressing mirror with two cracks, and the pattern of the wooden base is simple and plain.

Sweeping his eyes, Zhou Mingrui vaguely saw himself in the mirror, his current self:

Black hair, brown pupils, linen shirt, thin body, ordinary facial features, dark outline

This week, Mingrui suddenly took a breath of cold air, and many helpless and messy speculations emerged in his mind.

The revolver, the classical layout of Europe and the United States, and the crimson moon, which is completely different from the earth, all illustrate an event!

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

He grew up reading online articles and often had fantasies about it, but when he really met him, 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 the pain in his head hadn't remained and made his thinking tense and clear, he would have suspected that he was dreaming.

Calm, calm, calm. Take a few deep breaths. Zhou Mingrui tried not to be so flustered.

At this moment, with the harmony of his body and mind, memory fragments popped out one by one and slowly appeared in his mind!

Crane. Moretti, a native of Tingen City, Akhova County, Kingdom of Rune in the Northern Continent, has just graduated from the Department of History of Hoy University.

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

My mother, a believer in the Goddess of the Night, died in the year Crane passed the entrance examination of Hoy University.

There is also an older brother and a younger sister who live together in the two-bedroom apartment.

The family is not rich, and it can even be said that it is not good. At present, it depends on his brother, who is a clerk in an import and export company.

As a graduate of the Department of History, Klein mastered the Gufsak language, which is said to be the source of the writing of the countries of the Northern Continent, and the Hermis language, which often appears in ancient tombs and is related to sacrifice and prayer.

Hermisven? Zhou Mingrui's heart moved, stretched out his hand to hold the painful temple, and turned his eyes to the notebook spread out on the desk. He only felt that the line of words on the yellowed paper changed from strange to strange, from strange to familiar, from familiar to interpretable.

These are words written in Hermis's book!

The dark ink mark said:

"Everyone will die, including me."

Hiss! Zhou Mingrui was inexplicably frightened and leaned back instinctively, trying to distance his notebook and this line of words.

He was very weak and almost fell down. He hurriedly reached out and pressed the edge of the table. He only felt that the air around him became restless, and there was a faint murmur echoing in his ear. He felt like listening to the elders tell horror stories when he was a child.

Shaking his head, everything was just an illusion. Zhou Mingrui stood firmly again, looked away from the notebook, and gasped.

At this time, his eyes fell on the shiny brass revolver, and a question suddenly appeared in his mind.

"With Crane's family background, how can he have money and channels to buy a pistol?" Zhou Mingrui frowned.

In meditation, he suddenly found that there was half a red handprint on the edge of the desk, which was darker than Yuehua and thicker than "light gauze".

That's a blood handprint!

"Blood handprints?" Zhou Mingrui subconsciously turned over the right hand that had just held the edge of the table. He looked down and saw that his palm and fingers were full of blood.

At the same time, the pain in his head was still coming, slightly weakened and continuous.

"You won't bow down, will you?" Zhou Mingrui turned around while guessing and walked to the cracked dressing mirror.

A few steps later, a medium-sized figure, black-haired and brown-pupiled figure with obvious bookishness clearly came into his eyes.

This is who I am now, Crane. Moretti?

Zhou Mingrui was stunned for a moment, because the light was not enough in the middle of the night to see clearly, so he continued to move forward until he was just one step away from hitting the mirror.

In the crimson moonlight like light, he turned his head to check the corners of his forehead.

The clear reflection of the mirror was presented truthfully. A ferocious wound perched on his temple, with traces of burning on the edge, covered with blood, and the gray-white brain was slowly squirming inside.