Mysterious and weird world（1）

Pain!

It hurts!

Head hurts!

The dream full of strange and whispering quickly fragmented, sleeping Zhou Mingrui only felt a pain in the head, as if someone with a club hard swing, no, more like a sharp object stabbed into the temple and accompanied by agitation!

PSST... In a daze, Zhou Mingrui wanted to turn over, want to cover his head, want to sit up, but completely unable to move hands and feet, the body seems to lose control.

It seems that I am not really awake, still in the dream... You might even think you're awake, but you're still asleep... Zhou Mingrui, who is not unfamiliar to similar encounters, tries to concentrate his will to get rid of the shackles of darkness and psychedelia completely.

But when he was half asleep, his mind was always drifting like smoke, hard to control, hard to cordon, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not help his thoughts diverging and his thoughts appearing.

Perfectly fine. Middle of the night. What's with the headache?

And it hurts so much!

It wasn't a brain haemorrhage or anything, was it?

Holy shit. I'm not gonna die young, am I?

Wake up quickly! Wake up quickly!

Hey, it's not as painful as it was? But it's still like having a dull knife slowly cutting through your head...

I can't go back to sleep. How can I get to work tomorrow?

Why do you want to work? If you have a real headache, you have to ask for leave. Don't be afraid of manager Rory wordy!

So a thought, seems not bad ah, hey hey, steal floating life half a day idle!

The pumping pain that lets Zhou Mingrui bit by bit accumulates illusory force, finally, his ground stands up to move waist back to open an eye, cast off thoroughly half sleep half wake state.

His vision blurred and then became a faint blush. In front of him was a desk in the color of a log. In the middle of it lay a notebook, the paper rough and yellow, with a sentence written on it in strange letters.

On the left side of the notebook, near the edge of the table, there was a neat stack of books, perhaps seven or eight of them, and on the right side of them, the wall was inlaid with gray pipes and a wall lamp connected with the pipes.

The lamp, about half the size of an adult's head, is a Western classic with a transparent glass interior and a grid of black metal outside.

Under the oblique side of the extinguished wall lamp, a black ink bottle is shrouded in pale red light, and the surface of the float constitutes a fuzzy angel pattern.

In front of the ink bottle, to the right of the notebook, a dark, rounded pen sits quietly, its tip shimmering, its cap resting next to a brash revolver.

A pistol? Revolver? Zhou Mingrui was stunned. What he saw in front of him was so strange that he had no resemblance to his room.

Stunned and bewildered, he saw that the desk, the notebook, the inkstand, and the revolver were all covered with a scarlet "veil", which was the light shining through the window.

Unconsciously, he lifted his head and looked up a little.

In mid-air, above a black velvet curtain, a crimson full moon shone serenely.

This...... Zhou Mingrui was afraid and inexplicably, suddenly stood up, but his legs were not completely straight, and his head was throb, which made him lose strength for a short time. His center of gravity could not help falling, and his butt hit the chair surface made of hardwood severely.

Pa!

When the pain failed to make a difference, Chou put his hand on the table, stood up again, turned around in a panic, and surveyed his surroundings.

It was a small room with brown doors on each side and a wooden high and low bed against the opposite wall.

Between it and the left door stood a cupboard, open above and five drawers below.

At the edge of the cabinet, at a height of one person, the same gray piping runs into the wall, but it connects to a strange mechanism, with bits of bare gear and bearings.

The right corner near the desk was stacked with things resembling coal stoves and kitchen utensils such as stockpots and iron POTS.

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

A glance, Zhou Mingrui dimly saw himself in the mirror, now his own:

Black hair, brown eyes, linen shirt, thin build, ordinary features, dark outline...

This...... Zhou Mingrui immediately gasped, heart emerged a lot of helpless and messy speculation.

The revolver, the classical style of Europe and the United States, and the red moon, which is very different from the earth, all say something!

I'm -- I'm not going back in time, am I? Chou Ming-rui's mouth opened a little.

He sees net article grow up, this often has fantasy, but when the real encounter, it is difficult to accept at that time.

This is probably the so-called Ye Gonghao dragon? After a few seconds, Zhou Mingrui pain and joy to self-ridicule a.

If the pain in his head were not still there, making his thoughts tense and clear, he would have suspected he was dreaming.

Calm, calm, calm... Taking a few deep breaths, Zhou tried not to panic.

At this moment, with the harmony of his body and mind, one memory fragment jumped out suddenly, slowly presented in his mind!

Mr Klein. Moretti, a native of Tingen, Ahova, in the Northern Kingdom of Rune, is a recent history graduate from Hoy University...

His father is a staff sergeant in the Royal Army, sacrificed in the colonial conflict in the South Continent, in exchange for the pension Crane has the opportunity to attend a private grammar school, laid the foundation for his entrance to university...

His mother, a night goddess, died the year Crain passed his entrance exams at Hoy University...

And a brother and a sister living together in a two-bedroom apartment...

My family is not rich, even poor, and I rely on my brother, who is a clerk in an import and export company.

As a history graduate, Klein has mastered the ancient language of Gufsark, the source of the writing of the northern Continent, and the Hermetic language of ancient tombs, often associated with sacrifice and prayer.

Hermiswin? Zhou Mingrui's heart moved, put his hand on his aching temple, cast his eyes on the note spread out on the desk, only to feel that the line of text on the yellow paper from strange to strange, from strange to familiar, from familiar to decipherable.

These are words written in Hemiswen!

Thus spake the deep, dark, dripping ink:

"Everyone will die, including me."

PSST! Chou Ming-rui, inexplicably frightened, instinctively leaned back, trying to distance himself from the notebook and the words.

He was so weak that he almost fell down. He put his hand on the edge of the table in a hurry. He felt the air around him become restless, and a faint whisper echoed in his ears.

He shook his head. It was all just an illusion. Zhou Mingrui regained his footing and looked away from his notebook, gasping for breath.

Then his eyes fell on the shiny brass revolver, and a question suddenly arose in his mind.

"How can a Craven family afford a pistol?" Zhou Mingrui frowned.

Meditation, he suddenly found the desk edge more than half of the red handprint, the color and lustre is deeper than Yuehua, thicker than "light yarn".

That's a bloody handprint!

"Bloody handprints?" Zhou Mingrui unconsciously opened the right hand that had just held the edge of the table, looked down and saw that the palm and fingers were full of blood.

At the same time, the throbbing pain in his head continued, a little less intense and continuous.

"You won't break your head, will you?" Zhou Mingrui thought as he turned to the cracked full-length mirror.

A few steps later, a figure of medium height, dark hair and brown eyes, with a distinctly bookish air, came into focus.

This is who I am now, Kraven. Moretti?

Zhou Mingrui was shocked for a moment, because there was not enough light in the middle of the night to see clearly, so he went on until he was just one step away from hitting the mirror.

Against the silken red of the moon, he turned his head to check his forehead.