Chapter: 2
There is a cabinet between it and the left door, the top is facing each other, and the bottom is five drawers.
On the edge of the cabinet, at the height of a person, there is also a gray-white pipe embedded in the wall, but it is connected to a strange mechanical device, with gears and bearings exposed in a few places.
In the right corner near the desk are things like coal stoves, as well as kitchen utensils such as soup pots and iron pots.
Across the right door is a full-length mirror with two cracks, and the pattern on the wooden base is simple and plain.
With a glance, Zhou Mingrui vaguely saw himself in the mirror, the current self:
Black hair, brown pupils, linen shirt, thin build, normal facial features, dark outline...
This... Zhou Mingrui suddenly took a deep breath, and many helpless and messy guesses flooded his mind.
The revolver, the European and American classical style arrangement, and the crimson moon that is very different from the earth, all of which indicate a certain event!
Me, I won't travel through, right? Zhou Mingrui opened his mouth a little bit.
He grew up reading online articles, and often had fantasies about it, but when he actually encountered it, he couldn't accept it for a while.
This is probably the so-called Ye Gong good dragon, right? After tens of seconds, Zhou Mingrui made fun of himself while complaining.
If it wasn't for the pain in his head still there, making his thinking tense and clear, he would definitely suspect that he was dreaming.
Calm, calm, calm... Taking a few deep breaths, Zhou Mingrui tried his best not to be so flustered.
At this moment, as his body and mind reconciled, memory fragments suddenly popped up one by one, slowly appearing in his mind!
Klein Moretti, a native of Tingen City, Ahwa County, Loen Kingdom, Northern Continent, a student who just graduated from the History Department of Hoy University...
His father was a sergeant in the Royal Army, who died in the colonial conflicts in the Southern Continent. The pension in exchange gave Klein the opportunity to study in a private grammar school, which laid the foundation for him to be admitted to a university...
His mother was a follower of the Goddess of the Night, and passed away the year Klein passed the entrance exam for Hoy University...
There is also an older brother and a younger sister who live together in a two-bedroom apartment...
The family is not rich, and it can even be said that it is not good. At present, it is all supported by my brother who works as a clerk in an import and export company...
As a graduate of the history department, Klein has mastered the ancient Fusac language, which is known as the source of writing in the countries of the Northern Continent, and the Hermes language that often appears in ancient tombs and is related to sacrifices and prayers...
Hermes text? Zhou Mingrui's heart skipped a beat, he stretched out his hand to press his throbbing temple, and turned his gaze to the notebook spread out on the desk, only to feel that the line of words on the yellowed paper changed from strange to strange, from strange to familiar, from familiar become understandable.
This is a word written in Hermes!
The deep black ink blot said: "Everyone will die, including me."
hiss! Zhou Mingrui was inexplicably terrified, and instinctively leaned back, trying to distance himself from the notebook and this line of text.
He was very weak and almost fell. He hastily stretched out his hand to press the edge of the table, only to feel that the air around him became restless, and there were faint murmurs echoing in his ears. It felt like listening to the elders telling horror stories when he was a child.
Shaking his head, everything was just an illusion, Zhou Mingrui regained his footing, looked away from the notebook, and gasped for breath.
At this time, his eyes fell on the revolver that shone with brass luster, and a question suddenly popped up in his heart.
"With Klein's family background, how can he have the money and channels to buy a pistol?" Zhou Mingrui frowned involuntarily.
While meditating, he suddenly discovered that there was half a red handprint on the edge of the desk, the color was deeper than the moonlight, and thicker than the "veil".
That's bloody fingerprints! JrNovels.com
On the edge of the cabinet, at the height of a person, there is also a gray-white pipe embedded in the wall, but it is connected to a strange mechanical device, with gears and bearings exposed in a few places.
In the right corner near the desk are things like coal stoves, as well as kitchen utensils such as soup pots and iron pots.
Across the right door is a full-length mirror with two cracks, and the pattern on the wooden base is simple and plain.
With a glance, Zhou Mingrui vaguely saw himself in the mirror, the current self:
Black hair, brown pupils, linen shirt, thin build, normal facial features, dark outline...
This... Zhou Mingrui suddenly took a deep breath, and many helpless and messy guesses flooded his mind.
The revolver, the European and American classical style arrangement, and the crimson moon that is very different from the earth, all of which indicate a certain event!
Me, I won't travel through, right? Zhou Mingrui opened his mouth a little bit.
He grew up reading online articles, and often had fantasies about it, but when he actually encountered it, he couldn't accept it for a while.
This is probably the so-called Ye Gong good dragon, right? After tens of seconds, Zhou Mingrui made fun of himself while complaining.
If it wasn't for the pain in his head still there, making his thinking tense and clear, he would definitely suspect that he was dreaming.
Calm, calm, calm... Taking a few deep breaths, Zhou Mingrui tried his best not to be so flustered.
At this moment, as his body and mind reconciled, memory fragments suddenly popped up one by one, slowly appearing in his mind!
Klein Moretti, a native of Tingen City, Ahwa County, Loen Kingdom, Northern Continent, a student who just graduated from the History Department of Hoy University...
His father was a sergeant in the Royal Army, who died in the colonial conflicts in the Southern Continent. The pension in exchange gave Klein the opportunity to study in a private grammar school, which laid the foundation for him to be admitted to a university...
His mother was a follower of the Goddess of the Night, and passed away the year Klein passed the entrance exam for Hoy University...
There is also an older brother and a younger sister who live together in a two-bedroom apartment...
The family is not rich, and it can even be said that it is not good. At present, it is all supported by my brother who works as a clerk in an import and export company...
As a graduate of the history department, Klein has mastered the ancient Fusac language, which is known as the source of writing in the countries of the Northern Continent, and the Hermes language that often appears in ancient tombs and is related to sacrifices and prayers...
Hermes text? Zhou Mingrui's heart skipped a beat, he stretched out his hand to press his throbbing temple, and turned his gaze to the notebook spread out on the desk, only to feel that the line of words on the yellowed paper changed from strange to strange, from strange to familiar, from familiar become understandable.
This is a word written in Hermes!
The deep black ink blot said: "Everyone will die, including me."
hiss! Zhou Mingrui was inexplicably terrified, and instinctively leaned back, trying to distance himself from the notebook and this line of text.
He was very weak and almost fell. He hastily stretched out his hand to press the edge of the table, only to feel that the air around him became restless, and there were faint murmurs echoing in his ears. It felt like listening to the elders telling horror stories when he was a child.
Shaking his head, everything was just an illusion, Zhou Mingrui regained his footing, looked away from the notebook, and gasped for breath.
At this time, his eyes fell on the revolver that shone with brass luster, and a question suddenly popped up in his heart.
"With Klein's family background, how can he have the money and channels to buy a pistol?" Zhou Mingrui frowned involuntarily.
While meditating, he suddenly discovered that there was half a red handprint on the edge of the desk, the color was deeper than the moonlight, and thicker than the "veil".
That's bloody fingerprints! JrNovels.com
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