Lord of the Mysteries

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pain!

it hurts!

Head hurts!

The strange and whispering dreams are quickly fragmented. Zhou Mingrui, who is asleep, only feels that his head is sore, as if he had been smashed with a stick. No, it is more like a sharp object piercing the temple with agitation!

Uh... faintly, Zhou Mingrui wants to turn over, wants to hoe, wants to sit up, can't move his hands and feet at all, and the body seems to have lost control.

It seems that I haven’t really woken up yet, still in my dreams... I’m maybe I’m still thinking that I’m already awake, and I’m still sleeping.... Zhou Mingrui, who is not unfamiliar with similar encounters, is trying to concentrate on his will. Get rid of the dark and psychedelic embarrassment.

However, when half-sleeping and half-awake, the will always floats like smoke, it is difficult to control, and it is difficult to close. He will work hard again, and he still can't help but think and divergence.

Good end, big midnight, how can I suddenly have a headache?

Still so painful!

Wouldn't it be a brain hemorrhage?

I rub, I won’t die like this.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Oh, it seems that I haven’t hurt so much? But in my mind, I still have a blunt knife in the same way...

It seems that I can't continue to sleep, how can I go to work tomorrow?

Still thinking about going to work? There is a real headache, of course, is a vacation! Don't be afraid of manager Rory!

If you think about it, it doesn't seem to be bad. Hey, stealing a half-day life!

After a while, the pain caused Zhou Mingrui to accumulate the illusory power. Finally, he slammed his back and opened his eyes, completely getting rid of the half-sleep and half-awake state.

The line of sight was first blurred, and then a faint blush, and the gaze was in sight. Zhou Mingrui saw a desk in front of the log color, with a spread note in the center, the paper was rough and yellow, and the letter was raised with strange letters. The words are written in a sentence, and the ink is dark and eye-catching.

On the left side of the notebook, on the edge of the table, there is a stack of neat books, about seven or eight. The walls on the right hand side are inlaid with gray-white pipes and wall lamps connected to the pipes.

This lamp has a western classical flavor, about half the size of an adult's head, the inner layer is a transparent glass, and the outside is surrounded by a ferrous metal grid.

Under the obliquely below the wall lamp, a black ink bottle enveloped the reddish brilliance, and the embossing on the surface formed a blurred angel pattern.

Before the ink bottle, on the right side of the notebook, a dark pen with a round belly was quietly placed, the tip of the pen shimmered, and the cap rested next to a brass-colored revolver.

pistol? Revolver? Zhou Mingrui was stunned by the whole person. The things he saw in front of him were so strange that they didn’t look like their room!

At the same time, he found that desks, notebooks, ink bottles, and revolvers were covered with a blushing "light gauze", which was the brilliance of the window.

Under the subconscious, he raised his head and moved his sight up a little bit:

In the middle of the air, above the black "velvet curtain", a red-red full moon hangs high and quiet.

This... Zhou Mingrui is inexplicably, standing up violently, but his legs are not completely straightened, and his head is aching, which makes him lose power for a short time. The center of gravity falls involuntarily, and his buttocks hit the hardwood. On the chair.

Snapped!

The pain did not affect it. Zhou Mingrui pressed his hand to the table and stood up again. He turned his head in a panic and looked at his environment.

This is a small room with a brown door on each side of the left and right, and a wooden bed next to the opposite wall.

There is a cabinet between the left door and the left door, which is open above and five drawers below.

The edge of the cabinet, one person high, also has a gray-white pipe inlaid on the wall, but it is connected with a strange mechanical device, a few places bare gears and bearings.

Near the corner of the desk, there are things like coal stoves, as well as kitchen utensils such as soup pots and iron pots.

Crossing the right door is a dressing mirror with two cracks. The wooden base has a simple and plain pattern.

With a gaze, Zhou Mingrui vaguely saw himself in the mirror, now himself:

Black hair, brown robes, linen shirts, thin body, common features, deep outline...

This... Zhou Mingrui suddenly took a breath, and there was a lot of helpless and messy speculation in his heart.

The revolver, the classical style of Europe and the United States, and the blushing moon that is different from the earth, all illustrate an event!

I, I will not cross it? Zhou Mingrui's mouth opened a little.

He grew up watching the net text, and he often had illusions about it, but when it was really encountered, it was difficult to accept it for a while.

This is probably the so-called Ye Gong Hao Long? After a few tens of seconds, Zhou Mingrui made a self-satisfaction.

If the pain in the head is still there, and the thinking becomes tight and clear, he will doubt that he is dreaming.

Calm, calm, calm... Take a few deep breaths, and Zhou Mingrui tries to keep himself from being so confused.

At this moment, with his physical and mental reconciliation, one piece of memory suddenly jumped out and slowly appeared in his mind!

Klein Moretti, a native of the University of Thuringia in the Aowa County of the Northern Territory of the Ruin Kingdom, a fresh graduate of the Department of History at Hoy...

The father was a sergeant of the Royal Army and sacrificed to the colonial conflict in the South. The exchange of pensions gave Klein an opportunity to enter a private grammar school and laid the foundation for his admission to the university...

The mother is a goddess of the night goddess, who passed away when Klein passed the entrance examination of the Hoy University...

There is also a brother, a sister, who live together in the two-bedroom apartment of the apartment...

The family is not rich, and can even be said to be poor. At present, it depends on the brother of the import and export company as a clerk to maintain...

As a graduate of the history department, Klein mastered the ancient Fossic language, which is known as the source of the texts of the northern continents, and the Hermes, which often appeared in ancient tombs, related to sacrifices and prayers...

Hermesian? Zhou Mingrui's heart moved, reaching out and holding the painful temple, and then turned his attention to the note on the desk. He only felt that the line on the yellow paper became strange from strange, familiar from strange, familiar. It becomes understandable.

This is the words written in Hermes!

The dark ink is saying:

"Everyone will die, including me."

hiss! Zhou Mingrui was inexplicably frightened, and his body instinctively leaned back, trying to pull away from the notebook with this line of text.

He was very weak and almost fell. He hurriedly reached out and pressed the edge of the table. He felt that the air around him had become turbulent. There was a faint whisper in the ear, and there was a feeling of listening to the elders telling horror stories.

Shake his head, everything is just an illusion, Zhou Mingrui regained his position, his eyes removed from his notebook, and his mouth sighed.

At this time, his eyes fell on the flashing brass luster revolver, and his heart suddenly came up with a question.

"With Kline's family, how can I buy pistols with money and channels?" Zhou Mingrui could not help but frown.

In contemplation, he suddenly found that there were more than half red handprints on the edge of the desk. The color was deeper than Yuehua and thicker than the "light yarn."

That is the blood handprint!

"Blood handprint?" Zhou Mingrui subconsciously opened the right hand that had just held the edge of the table, bowed his head, and saw that the palm and fingers were full of blood.

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

"I won't break my head?" Zhou Mingrui guessed as he turned his body and walked toward the cracked dressing mirror.

After a few steps, the medium figure, black hair and brown eyes, the figure with a clear book is clearly reflected in his eyes.

This is what I am now, Klein Moretti?

Zhou Mingrui stunned, because the light in the middle of the night was not enough, and it was not clear enough, so he continued to move forward until he could only hit the mirror in one step.

With a veil of blushing moonlight, he leaned over his head and looked at the forehead.

The clear mirror reflected in reality, a smashing wound smashed in his temple, the edge was a burning mark, the surrounding was covered with blood, and the grayish white brain was slowly creeping inside.