Chapter 2 Situation

Pedal, pedal!

Zhou Mingrui was so scared by the scene in front of him that he took a few steps back, as if it was not himself in the mirror, but a dead body.

How can a person with such a serious wound be alive!

He turned his head away in disbelief and checked the other side. Even if the distance was lengthened and the light was blurred, he could still see the existence of the wound and crimson blood stains.

"This"

Zhou Mingrui took a breath and tried to calm down.

He stretched out his hand and pressed his left chest, feeling his heart beating violently, quickly and vigorously.

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

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

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

After 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 "serious inspection".

A fragment of memory came out of stress. Zhou Mingrui turned his head and looked at the wall lamp surrounded by gray and white pipes and metal grids on the wall next to the desk.

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

Originally, it was 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 to study and fought for the entrance examination of Hoy University, his brother Benson thought that it was an important matter for the future of his family, and even borrowing debt should create a good one for him. Conditions.

Of course, Banson, 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 to pay for the basic renovation on the grounds that "installing gas pipes is conducive to improving the grade of the apartment and contributing to future rentals", and he paid for the import and export company. It's convenient. I got a new gas lamp that is close to the cost price. I only used my savings before and after, and didn't ask anyone to borrow money.

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

Da-da-da, the sound of friction and ignition sounded, but the light did not come as Zhou Mingrui expected.

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

"Um" withdrew his hand and pressed his left temple. Zhou Mingrui squeezed out the fragments of memory to find the reason for the matter.

After a few seconds, he turned around and walked to the side of the gate. He came to the mechanical device that was also embedded in the wall and connected with gray and white pipes.

This is a gas biller!

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

It is dark yellow and glitters with copper. The head of a man wearing a crown is engraved on the front, and the ears of wheat are surrounded by the word "" on the back.

Zhou Mingrui knew that this was the most basic currency of the Rune Kingdom, called copper penny. The actual purchasing power of the penny was about equivalent to three or four yuan before he crossed over. There are also three kinds of values of this coin: 5 pence, half a penny and a quarter penny, but it is still not fine enough. In daily life, you still have to buy things from time to time. Product.

After turning 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 vertically open slender "mouth" of the gas calculator.

Ding Ding Ding!

As the pence fell to the bottom of the biller, the sound of the rattling gears immediately sounded, playing a short and beautiful mechanical melody.

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

Da da da, bang!

A cluster of fires lit up and quickly became bigger. The bright light first occupied the inside of the wall lamp, and then passed through the transparent glass, covering the room with warm colors.

The darkness suddenly shrank away, and the crimson withdrew from the window. Zhou Mingrui was inexplicably relieved and walked quickly to the dressing mirror.

This time, he carefully examined the position of the temple and did not let go of any details.

After several comparisons, he found that except for the initial blood stain, the ferocious wound did not flow out of liquid again, as if it had received the best hemostasis and bandage, and the slowly squirming gray-white brain and the wound flesh and the wound flesh and blood growing at a speed visible to the naked eye indicated the arrival of healing. Maybe thirty or forty minutes, maybe two or three hours, there will only There are shallow traces left.

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

Then, he exhaled for a long time. No matter what, at least he was still a living person!

After calming down, he pulled the drawer, took out a small piece of soap, removed one of the shabby towels hanging next to the cupboard, and then opened the door and walked to the washroom shared by the tenants on the second floor.

Well, the blood on the head should be dealt with, lest it always look like a crime scene. It doesn't matter to scare yourself. If it scares Melissa, her sister who has to get up early tomorrow, it won't be easy to end!

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

Zhou Mingrui walked lightly and walked to the washroom with a little fright.

Entering inside, the moonlight was more bright, and everything became clear. Zhou Mingrui stood in front of the washstand and turned on the tap.

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

Because the water bill is included in the rent, the gentleman with a hat on his head, a vest inside, a black coat, and a short and thin man always actively patrols several washrooms and eavesdrops on the sound of running water inside.

If the noise is loud, Mr. Frankie will ignore the gentleman's demeanor, wield his cane fiercely, knock on the door of the washroom, and shout "Damn thief!" Waste is a shameful thing!" I remember you!" Let me see it 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 landlord more generous than me again!"

Withdrawing his thoughts, Zhou Mingrui wet the towel and washed the blood on his face over and over again.

When he looked at the tattered mirror in the washroom and confirmed that there were only ferocious wounds and pale face, Zhou Mingrui relaxed a lot, then took off his linen shirt and rubbed the blood spots with soap.

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

The wound is exaggerated and there is a lot of blood. Except for your own body, there should be traces in the room!

After a few minutes, Zhou Mingrui finished the linen shirt and quickly walked home with a wet towel. He first wiped the blood handprints on the desk, and then relied on the light of the gas lamp to look for other residues.

After this search, he immediately found that there were a lot of blood splashed on the floor and at the bottom of the desk, and there was a yellow bullet on the left wall.

"Shot with the left wheel against the temple?" The clues are clear, and Zhou Mingrui probably understands the cause of Crane's death.

He was not in a hurry to verify, but first carefully wiped off the blood stains and dealt with the "scene". Then he took the warhead, returned to the desk, turned the pistol to the left, and poured out the bullet inside.

Bang bang, there are a total of five bullets, one shell, all of which have a brass luster.

"Sure enough," Zhou Mingrui looked at the empty shell and nodded slightly while stuffing the bullets into the wheel one by one.

He shifted his eyes to the left and looked at the sentence "Everyone will die, including me" written on the spread notebook, and more doubts emerged in his heart...

Where did the gun come from?

Suicide, or disguised as suicide?

What can a history graduate born as a civilian cause?

Why does this suicide method leave this bloodstain? Is it because I traveled through time and brought healing benefits?

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

Crane's experience is not the focus of his concern at present. The real problem is to figure out why he traveled through time and whether he can travel back!

Parents, relatives, best friends, friends, colorful online world, all kinds of delicious food are all the urgent feelings of wanting to go back!

Bang, bang, bang, Zhou Mingrui's right hand unconsciously threw out the pistol wheel and put it back again and again.

"Well, it's not much different from the past during this period. It's just a little unlucky. How could it be time-traveled inexplicably?"

"Unlucky, I had a transshipment ceremony before dinner tonight!"

A flash of lightning flashed through Zhou Mingrui's mind, illuminating his memories covered by the fog.

As a qualified keyboard politician, keyboard historian, keyboard economist, keyboard biologist and keyboard folklorist, I have always said that I "know a little about everything". Of course, my best party often ridicules that "I only know a little about everything".

And the method is one of them.

When I returned to my hometown last year, I found a vertical version of the "Secret Secrets of the Qin and Han Dynasty" at the second-hand book stall. It looked quite interesting and thought it was helpful to pretend on the Internet, so I bought it back. Unfortunately, the interest came and went quickly. The vertical version made people feel very bad. I only turned over the beginning and threw the book in the corner. It's.

It was not until the last month of consecutive bad luck, losing mobile phones, customers running away, work mistakes, and bad things came in turn, that I happened to remember that there was a transshipment ceremony at the beginning of the "Fangshu Chronicle", and the requirements were extremely simple without any basics:

You just need to make four portions of the staple food in your area and 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 and walk out of a square counterclockwise in four steps. The first step is to sincerely meditate on "Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal", the second step is to meditate on "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun", and the third step is to meditate on "Fusheng Xuanhuang God", the fourth step is to meditate on "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun". After walking, close your eyes and wait in place for five minutes, and the ceremony will be considered successful.

With the mentality of not asking for money anyway, I turned out the book and did it before dinner as required. However, nothing happened at that time.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, I actually traveled through time!

Time travel!

"It must be the transshipment ceremony. Well, I'll try it here tomorrow. If it's really because of it, then I have hope to wear it back!" Zhou Mingrui stopped shaking the revolver and suddenly sat up straight.

No matter what, you have to try it yourself!

A dead horse should also be regarded as a living horse doctor!