Thud thud thud!
Zhou Mingrui took a few steps back in shock. It was as if he wasn't looking at himself in the mirror, but a dried corpse.
How could someone with such a serious wound still be alive!?
He turned his head in disbelief and checked the other side. Even though he was further away and the light was blurry, he could still see the wound and the dark red bloodstains.
"This …"
Zhou Mingrui took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
He pressed his left hand to his chest and felt his heart beating rapidly and vigorously.
Then, he touched his exposed skin. It was slightly cold, but there was a warm flow of blood flowing on it.
He squatted down and confirmed that his knees could still bend. Zhou Mingrui stood up again, no longer panicking.
"What's going on?" he muttered with a frown, intending to check the wound on his head again.
He took two steps forward and suddenly stopped. The blood moon outside the window was relatively dim and not enough for a "serious check."
A memory fragment surfaced. Zhou Mingrui turned to look at the grayish-white pipe and the wall lamp surrounded by metal grids on the wall next to the desk.
This was the current mainstream gas lamp. The flame was stable and the lighting effect was excellent.
With Klein Moretti's family situation, he shouldn't even dream of using a kerosene lamp, much less a gas lamp. Using candles was the only way to express his identity and status. However, four years ago, when he stayed up late to study for the entrance exam to Khoy University, his brother Baansen felt that it was an important matter for the family's future. He wanted to create good conditions for him even if he had to borrow money.
Of course, Baansen, who was literate and had worked for several years, was definitely not a rash, incompetent, or reckless person. He used the excuse that installing a gas pipe would improve the apartment's quality and facilitate future rentals to trick the landlord into paying for the basic renovations. He then used the convenience of working for an import and export company to obtain the new gas lamp at a near cost price. He only used his savings and didn't borrow money from anyone.
The fragments flickered past. Zhou Mingrui returned to the desk, opened the pipe valve, and twisted the gas lamp switch.
Click, click, click. The sound of friction could be heard, but the light didn't come as Zhou Mingrui expected.
Click, click, click! He twisted a few more times, but the gas lamp remained dim.
"Hmm …" Zhou Mingrui retracted his hand and pressed on his left Sun point. He extracted the memory fragments to find the cause.
After a few seconds, he turned around and walked to the side of the door. He came to a mechanical device that was also embedded in the wall and connected by the same grayish-white pipe.
This was the gas meter!
Looking at the exposed gears and bearings, Zhou Mingrui took out a coin from his pocket.
It was dark yellow in color and shone with a coppery luster. The front was engraved with the head of a man wearing a crown, and the number "1" surrounded by wheat ears.
Zhou Mingrui knew that this was the most basic currency in the Loen Kingdom. It was called a copper penny. The actual purchasing power of a penny was equivalent to three or four yuan before his transmigration. There were also five pence, half pence, and a quarter pence for this coin, but they were still not refined enough. In daily life, he would still need to gather them to purchase items from time to time.
Zhou Mingrui flipped the copper penny that was only issued when King George III ascended the throne a few times. He then pinched it and stuffed it into the slender "mouth" of the gas meter.
Ding, ding, ding!
As the penny fell to the bottom of the meter, the sound of gears turning rang out, playing a short but beautiful mechanical melody.
Zhou Mingrui stared at it for a few seconds before returning to the wooden desk. He reached out and twisted the gas lamp's switch.
Click, click, click!
A flame ignited and quickly grew. The bright light first occupied the inside of the wall lamp, then passed through the transparent glass and covered the room in a warm color.
The darkness suddenly shrank, and Crimson retreated out of the window. Zhou Mingrui felt inexplicably relieved and quickly walked to the dressing mirror.
This time, he carefully examined the position of the Sun point, not missing a single detail.
After a few comparisons, he found that other than the initial bloodstains, there was no more liquid flowing out of the hideous wound, as if it had received the best hemostasis and bandage. The slowly wriggling grayish-white brain and the flesh of the wound that was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye indicated that it was about to heal. Perhaps in thirty to forty minutes, or perhaps two to three hours, there would only be shallow marks left.
"The healing effect of transmigration?" Zhou Mingrui curled the right corner of his mouth and whispered silently.
Then, he let out a long breath. No matter what the reason was, at least he was still alive!
Calming himself down, he pulled open the drawer, took out a small bar of soap, and took one of the tattered towels hanging next to the cupboard. Then, he opened the door and walked to the bathroom on the second floor.
Hmm, I have to clean up the bloodstains on my head, lest I always look like a crime scene. It doesn't matter if I scare myself, but if I scare my sister, Melissa, who has to get up early tomorrow, then things won't end well!
The corridor outside the door was dark, and only the crimson moonlight that spilled in from the window at the end barely outlined the protruding objects, making them look like pairs of monster eyes silently watching the living in the deep night.
Zhou Mingrui lightened his footsteps and walked to the washroom in a rather fearful manner.
Inside, the moonlight was even brighter, and everything became clear. Zhou Mingrui stood in front of the sink and turned on the tap.
The sound of water entered his ears, and he suddenly thought of the landlord, Mr. Franky.
As the water fee was included in the rent, this short and thin gentleman, who wore a top hat, vest, and a black suit, would always come and patrol the bathrooms to eavesdrop on the sound of running water.
If the sound of water splashing was loud, Mr. Franky would not be gentlemanly. He would swing his cane fiercely and hit the bathroom door, shouting, "Darn thief!", "Waste is a shameful thing!", "I'll remember you!", "If I see you one more time, take your filthy luggage and get out!" "Trust me, this is the best apartment in all of Tingen. You won't be able to find a more generous landlord than me!"
Reining in his thoughts, Zhou Mingrui wet a towel and washed the bloodstains on his face over and over again.
After he looked at the tattered mirror in the bathroom and confirmed that there were only hideous wounds and a pale face, Zhou Mingrui felt a lot more relaxed. He then took off his linen shirt and used the soap to wash away the bloodstains.
At that moment, he frowned, thinking that there might be other problems.
The wounds were exaggerated, and there were many bloodstains. Other than his own body, there should be other traces in the room!
After a few minutes, Zhou Mingrui cleaned up his linen shirt and quickly returned home with a wet towel. He first wiped the bloody handprints on the study table, then used the light from the gas lamp to search for other traces.
As he searched, he immediately discovered that there were many splatters of blood on the floor and the bottom of the study table. There was also a yellowish bullet on the wall to his left.
… Pressed the revolver against the Sun acupoint and fired? With the clues connected, Zhou Mingrui roughly understood the cause of Klein's death.
He wasn't in a hurry to verify it. Instead, he carefully wiped away the bloodstains and cleaned up the "scene." Then, he took the bullet and returned to the study table. He opened the revolver's cylinder to the left and poured out the bullets.
Pa! Pa! Pa! There were a total of five bullets and one cartridge, all of them flowing with a brass luster.
As expected … Zhou Mingrui looked at the empty cartridge and nodded slightly as he stuffed the bullets back into the revolver.
He shifted his gaze to the left and saw the words "Everyone will die, including me" written on the open notebook. Following that, more questions arose in his mind.
Where did the gun come from?
Was it a suicide, or was it disguised as a suicide?
What kind of trouble could a commoner graduate from the History Department get into?
How could such a method of suicide leave such a small amount of bloodstains? Is it because I transmigrated in time and received healing benefits?
After pondering for a moment, Zhou Mingrui changed into another linen shirt and sat on a chair. He began thinking about more important matters.
Klein's encounter wasn't his main concern at the moment. The real problem was figuring out why he transmigrated and whether he could transmigrate back!
Parents, relatives, best friends, the rich and colorful World of the Internet, all sorts of delicacies … All of these were reasons for his urgent desire to return!
Pa! Pa! Pa! Zhou Mingrui's right hand subconsciously swung the revolver's cylinder before retracting it again, again and again.
Hmm, this period of time isn't much different from the past. It's just that I'm a little unlucky. How did I transmigrate for no reason?
Unlucky … Right, I did a luck enhancement ritual before dinner tonight!
A bolt of lightning streaked across Zhou Mingrui's mind, illuminating his fog-covered memories.
As a qualified keyboard politician, keyboard historian, keyboard economist, keyboard biologist, and keyboard folklorist, he had always claimed to know a little of everything. Of course, his best friends often mocked him for knowing a little of everything.
And astrology was one of them.
Last year, when he returned to his hometown, he had found a thread-bound vertical edition of the Qin and Han Dynasty's Secret Astrology Records at an old bookstall. It looked rather interesting, and he felt that it would help him posture online. Therefore, he bought it. Unfortunately, his interest came and went quickly. The vertical edition made it difficult to read. He had only flipped through the beginning before throwing the book into a corner.
Over the past month, he had been unlucky. He had lost his cell phone, clients had run away, and he had made mistakes at work. Only then did he recall that there was a luck enhancement ritual at the beginning of the Astrology Records. Furthermore, the requirements were extremely simple. It did not require any foundation.
All he needed to do was get four portions of the staple food from the area and place them in the four corners of the room. It could be on a table or on a cabinet. Then, he would stand in the middle of the room and take four steps in a counterclockwise direction to form a square. The first step was to sincerely recite 'The Immortal Lord of Heaven and Earth for Blessings'. The second step was to recite 'The Celestial Lord of Heaven and Earth for Blessings'. The third step was to recite 'The Emperor of Heaven and Earth for Blessings'. The fourth step was to recite 'The Celestial Lord of Heaven and Earth for Blessings'. After he was done, he had to close his eyes and wait for five minutes. The ritual would be considered a success.
With the mentality that it didn't cost him any money, he took out the book and did it before dinner. However, nothing happened at that time.
Who knew that he would transmigrate in the middle of the night!
He had transmigrated!
It's definitely because of the luck enhancement ritual … Yes, I'll try it here tomorrow. If it's really because of it, then I have a chance of transmigrating back! Zhou Mingrui stopped shaking the revolver and suddenly sat up straight.
Regardless, he had to give it a try!
Even if it was a dead horse, he had to try it!
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