Chapter I Scarlet

Pain!

So painful!

My head hurts!

The grotesque dream full of whispers quickly disintegrated, and Zhou Mingrui, who was asleep, only felt his headache.　It seems that someone has swung it with a stick. No, it was more like being stabbed into the temple by a sharp object and accompanied by agitation!

Hiss... Confused, Zhou Mingrui wanted to turn over, cover his head, and sit up, but he couldn't move his hands and feet. His body seemed to lose control.

It seems that I haven't really woken up yet, but I'm still in my dream... I may think I have woken up, but I'm still sleeping... Zhou Mingrui, who is familiar with similar experiences, tries to concentrate his will to completely get rid of the shackles of darkness and illusion.

However, when he was half asleep and half awake, his will was always as volatile as smoke, which was difficult to control and control. No matter how hard he tried, he still could not help his thoughts from diverging and miscellaneous thoughts emerged.

How can you have a headache in the middle of the night?

It hurts so much!

Can't it be a cerebral hemorrhage or something?

I wipe, I won't die so young, will I?

Wake up quickly! Wake up quickly!

Eh, doesn't it hurt as much as before? But my mind is still like a blunt knife slowly cutting

It seems that I can't sleep anymore. How can I go to work tomorrow?

What else do you want to work? There is a real headache. Of course, it is a leave! Don't be afraid of manager Laurie!

It seems that it's not bad to think about it so much. Hey hey, you can steal half a day's leisure!

A series of pains made Zhou Mingrui accumulate illusory power bit by bit. Finally, he straightened his back and opened his eyes, and completely got rid of the half-asleep state.

His vision was blurred first and then covered with a faint crimson color. As far as he could see, Zhou Mingrui saw a log-colored desk in front of him. There was an open notebook in the middle. The paper was rough and yellow. He looked up and wrote a sentence in strange letters. The ink was dark and eye-catching.

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

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

A black ink bottle shrouded in a light red glow at the oblique bottom of the extinguished wall lamp, and the convex surface formed a vague angel pattern.

In front of the ink bottle, on the right side of the notebook, a dark pen with a round belly was placed quietly, the pen's tip was shimmering, and the pen cap was placed next to a brass-colored revolver.

Pistol? Left wheel? Zhou Mingrui was stunned. What he saw in front of him was so strange that he had no resemblance to his room!

At the same time, stunned, he found that the desk, notebook, ink bottle, and revolver were all covered with a layer of crimson "veil", which was the light from the window.

Unconsciously, he raised his head and looked up a little:

In the middle of the sky, above the black "velvet curtain", a red full moon hung high and shone quietly.

This... Zhou Mingrui stood up in a panic, but his legs were not fully straightened, and his head was throbbing again, which made him lose strength for a short time, and his center of gravity fell down involuntarily, and his butt hit the hardwood chair.

Clap!

The pain did not cause an impact. Zhou Mingrui pressed his hand on the table, stood up again, turned his body in a panic, and looked at his environment.

This is a small room, with a palm door on both sides, and a wooden high and low bed next to the opposite wall.

There is a cabinet between it and the left door. The top is the opposite and the bottom is five drawers.

At the edge of the cabinet, one person high, there are gray and white pipes embedded in the wall, but it is connected with a strange mechanical device, with gears and bearings exposed in a few places.

The right corner near the desk is stacked with things like coal stoves, soup pots, iron pots, and other kitchen utensils.

Across the right door is a dressing mirror with two cracks. The pattern of the wooden base is simple and simple.

With a glance, Zhou Mingrui vaguely saw himself in the mirror. Now he is:

Black hair, brown pupils, linen shirt, thin body, common facial features, deep contour

This... Zhou Mingrui immediately took a breath of cool air, and a lot of helpless and messy guesses came into his mind.

The revolver, the European and American classical decoration, and the red moon, which is different from the earth, all tell us something!

I, I won't cross it, will I? Zhou Mingrui opened his mouth a little.

When he grew up reading online articles, he often had fantasies about it, but when he met it, it was hard to accept it.

This is probably the so-called Ye Gonghao Long, right? After dozens of seconds, Zhou Mingrui roast to himself happily.

If it was not for the pain in the head that still existed and made the mind tense and clear, he would doubt that he was dreaming.

Calm, calm, calm... After a few deep breaths, Zhou Mingrui tried to make himself not so flustered.

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

Klein Moretti, a native of Tingen, Ahowa County, the Kingdom of Lune, Northern Continental, is a recent graduate of the Department of History of Hoy University

His father was a staff sergeant of the Royal Army, who died in the colonial conflict in the southern continent. The pension in exchange gave Klein the opportunity to study in a private grammar school, laying the foundation for his admission to the university

My mother, a disciple of the Night Goddess, passed away the year Klein passed the entrance examination at Hoy University

There is also a brother and a sister who live in a two-bedroom apartment together

The family is not rich, or even poor. At present, it all depends on my brother who works as a clerk in the import and export company

As a graduate of the Department of History, Klein has mastered the ancient Kazak language, which is known as the source of the languages of the Northern Continent, as well as the Hermetic language, which often appears in ancient tombs and is related to sacrifice and prayer

Hermes? Zhou Mingrui's heart moved. He stretched out his hand and pressed on his sore temple. He looked at the note on the desk. He only felt that the line on the yellowed paper changed from strange to strange, from strange to familiar, from familiar to understandable.

These is the words written in Hermes!

The dark dripped ink said:

"Everyone will die, including me."

Hush! Zhou Mingrui was inexplicably frightened, and his body instinctively leaned back, trying to distance himself from the notebook and this line of text.

He was very weak and nearly fell down. He hurriedly stretched out his hand and pressed the edge of the table. He only felt that the air around him became agitated, and there was a faint murmur in his ear. He had the feeling of listening to the elders tell horror stories when he was young.

He shook his head. Everything was just an illusion. Zhou Mingrui stood still again, looked away from his notebook, and gasped for breath.

At this time, his eyes fell on the shiny brass revolver, and a question suddenly appeared in his mind.

"With Klein's family background, where can I buy a pistol?" Zhou Mingrui frowned.

In contemplation, he suddenly found that there was half a red handprint on the edge of the desk, which was darker than the moonlight and thicker than the "light gauze".

That's a blood fingerprint!

"Blood fingerprint?" Zhou Mingrui subconsciously opened his right hand that had just pressed the edge of the table, looked down, and saw that the palm and fingers were covered with blood.

At the same time, the pain in his head was still coming, slightly weakened and continuous.

"Won't you break your head?" Zhou Mingrui turned around and walked to the cracked mirror.

After a few steps, a figure of medium height, dark hair, and brown pupils, with obvious bookish air, clearly came into his eyes.

This is me now, Klein Moretti.

Zhou Mingrui was shocked for a moment because the light was not enough to see clearly in the middle of the night, so he continued to move forward until he could only hit the mirror by one step.

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

The mirror reflected clearly showed that a ferocious wound was sitting in his temple, with burn marks on the edge, blood stains around, and a gray-white brain slowly creeping inside.