Lord of the Mysteries

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pain!

it hurts!

Head hurts!

Bizarre and motley’s dreams full of whispers quickly shattered. Zhou Mingrui, who was sleeping, only felt the pain in his head, as if he was fiercely swept with a stick. No, it was more like a sharp item pierced into the temple with agitation!

Uh… faintly, Zhou Mingrui wants to roll 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 have n’t really awakened yet, still in my dreams … I might think that I ’ve been awake and I ’m still asleep … I am trying to concentrate my will on Zhou Mingrui, who is not a stranger. Get rid of the shackles of darkness and psychedelic.

However, when half asleep and half awake, his will always drifts like smoke, which is difficult to control and hard to conquer. No matter how hard he tries, he still cannot to bear his thoughts diverge, and distractions emerge.

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

Still so painful!

Could it be cerebral hemorrhage and so on?

Fuck, I wo n’t die an untimely death like this, right?

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?

What else do you want to go to work? There is genuine headache, of course, leave! Don’t be afraid of manager Rory!

It’s not bad to think like this, hehe, stealing a half-day leisure!

After a series of pains, Zhou Mingrui accumulates unreal power bit by bit. Finally, he pushed back eyes opened in a spurt of energy and completely got rid of the state of half asleep and half awake.

The line of sight was blurred first, followed by a faint blush, and Zhao Mingrui saw a desk in front of the log color, with a notebook open in the center, the paper was rough and yellow, and the letters were raised with strange letters. The words are written in a sentence, and the ink is dark and eye-catching.

The left side of the notebook is against the edge of the table. There is a stack of simultaneous books, which looks like Japan on July 7. The wall on the right hand side is inlaid with ash-gray 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 transparent glass, and the outside is surrounded by a grid of black metal.

Below the oblique wall lamp, a black ink bottle enveloped pale red’s briliance, and the relief on the surface constituted a vague Angel pattern.

Before the ink bottle, on the right side of the notebook, a dark pen with a rounded 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 completely stunned, and the things he saw were so strange that there was nothing like his 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.

Subconsciously, he lifted his head and looked slightly upward:

In the midair, above the black “velvet curtain”, a full moon of crimson hangs high, shining peacefully.

This … Zhou Mingrui panicked and stood up suddenly, but his legs were not yet straight, his head was twitching again, which made him lose his strength briefly, his weight fell involuntarily, his butt fiercely hit the hardwood Chair surface.

Pa!

The pain didn’t affect it. Zhou Mingrui pressed the table with his hand and stood up again, panicked his body and looked at his environment.

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

There is a cabinet between it and the left door, which is open above and 5 drawers below.

At the edge of the cabinet, one person tall, there are also ash-gray pipes inlaid on the wall, but it is connected to a strange mechanical device, and gears and bearings are exposed in a few places.

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

Across the right door is a full-length mirror with 2 cracks. The pattern of the wooden base is simple and simple.

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

Black hair, brown pupil, linen shirt, thin body, 5 senses, dark outline …

This… Zhou Mingrui suddenly sucked in a cold breath, and there was a lot of helpless and messy speculation.

The revolver, the classical western style arrangement, and the scare moon that is different from Earth, all illustrate an event!

I, I won’t cross over, right? Zhou Mingrui opened his mouth 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 squandered himself.

If the pain in his head still exists, making his thinking 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, each and everyone memory clips suddenly jumped out and slowly appeared in his mind!

Klein Moretti, northern continent Ruen Kingdom Ahowa County Thengen City, Khoy University history department

Father is an Army Sergeant of the Imperial Family. He sacrificed the colonial conflict in southern continent. The pension in return gave Klein the opportunity to enter a private grammar school and lay the foundation for his entrance into the university …

Mother is a Goddess of the Night believer who died when Klein passed the Khoy University entrance exam…

There is also a big brother and a younger sister who live together in the 2 bedroom apartment …

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

As a graduate of the history department, Klein mastered the Ancient Fusac language known as the source of the characters of northern continent, and the Hermes language related to sacrifices and prayers that often appeared in ancient tombs …

Hermes language? Zhou Mingrui moved his heart, reached for the painful temple and put his eyes on the notebook spread out on the desk, only to realize that the line of text on the yellowed paper changed from strange to strange, from strange to familiar, from familiar Become readable.

This is the words written in Hermes language!

The dark ink is saying:

“everyone will die, including me.”

hiss! Zhou Mingrui was inexplicably frightened, and the body instinctively leaned back, trying to open the distance with 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 all the air around him had become turbulent, and there was a faint whisper in the ear, and there was a feeling of listening to the elders telling horror stories.

Shaking his head, everything was just an illusion, and Zhou Mingrui regained his steadiness, taking his eyes off the notebook and gasping.

At this time, his eyes fell on the flashing brass luster revolver, and a doubt appeared in his heart.

“With Klein’s family, how can I buy pistols with money and channels?” Zhou Mingrui couldn’t help but frown.

In contemplation, he suddenly found that the edge of the desk had half a red handprint, and the color was deeper than Yuehua, thicker than the “gauze.”

That is the blood handprint!

“Bloody handprint?” Zhou Mingrui subconsciously flipped the right hand that he had just pressed on the edge of the table and looked down, only to see that the palm and fingers were covered with blood.

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

“have I broken my head?” Zhou Mingrui guessed as he turned his body and walked toward the cracked mirror.

After a few steps, a medium figure, black hair, brown eyes, and a silhouette with a distinct scholarly flavor clearly caught his eyes.

This is what I am now, Klein Moretti?

Zhou Mingrui froze for a moment, because most of the night was not bright enough, see not quite clear, so he continued to move forward until he was only one step away from hitting the mirror.

With a veil-like scarlet moonlight, he leaned over his head and looked at the forehead.

The mirror reflected clearly showed the truth, a grisly wound entrenched in the position of his temple, the edges were burnt marks, blood stained all around, and the ash-gray brain inside slowly crawled.