"Blood handprints?" Zhou Mingrui subconsciously turned over the right hand that was pressing the edge of the table just now, and looked down, only to see that the palm and fingers were covered with blood.

At the same time, the throbbing pain in his head still came, slightly weakened, and continued.

"You won't break your head, right?" Zhou Mingrui turned around while guessing, and walked towards the cracked full-length mirror.

After a few steps, a figure with a medium build, black hair and brown pupils, and a bookish look clearly came into his eyes.

This is me now, Klein Moretti?

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

Under the veil-like crimson moonlight, he turned his head to check the condition of his forehead.

The clearly reflected mirror showed a hideous wound on his temple, with burn marks on the edge, blood stains all around, and a gray-white brain slowly wriggling inside.

Thumb up!

Zhou Mingrui was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he took a few steps back. It seemed that what he saw in the full-length mirror was not himself, but a mummy.

How could someone with such serious wounds still be alive!

He turned his head in disbelief and checked the other side. Even though the distance was long and the light was blurred, he could still see the existence of penetrating wounds and deep red blood stains.

"this��"

Zhou Mingrui took a breath, trying to calm himself down.

He stretched out his hand to press on his left chest, and felt his heart beating violently, fast and vigorously.

He touched the exposed skin again, and there was a warm flow under the cover of a slight coldness.

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

"What's going on?" He frowned and whispered, planning to check the wound on his head again.

After walking two steps forward, he suddenly stopped again, because the light of the blood moon outside the window was relatively dim, which was not enough to support the matter of "serious inspection".

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

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

Originally, based on Klein Moretti's family situation, not to mention gas lamps, even kerosene lamps should not be extravagant. Using candles is a manifestation of status and status. However, four years ago, he stayed up late to study for the Hoy University entrance exam. When he was struggling, his elder brother Benson believed that this was an important matter related to the future of the family, even if he was in debt, he had to create good conditions for him.

Of course, Benson, who has been literate and has worked for several years, is definitely not reckless, lacks means, and does not consider the consequences. He fooled around with the reason that "installing gas pipes will help improve the grade of the apartment and help future rentals." Mr. Landlord spent money to complete the basic renovation. With the help of the convenience of working in an import and export company, he got a new type of gas lamp at a cost price. He only used his savings and did not ask anyone to borrow money.

The fragments flickered past, Zhou Mingrui returned to the desk, opened the pipe valve, and turned the gas light switch.

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

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

"Hmm..." Withdrawing his hand and pressing on his left temple, Zhou Mingrui squeezed out the memory fragments to find the cause of the incident.

After a few seconds, he turned around and walked towards the gate, before coming to a mechanical device that was also mounted on the wall and connected by gray and white pipes.

This is the gas meter!

After looking at the slightly exposed gears and bearings, Zhou Mingrui took out a coin from his trouser pocket. JrNovels.com