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What!

Zhou Mingrui was frightened by the scene and took a few steps back. It seemed as if mirror was not showing himself, but a dead body.

How could a person with such a severe wound still be alive!

He couldn’t believe it, but he also tilted his head and checked the other side. Even though the distance was further and the light was blurred, he could still see the existence of the penetrating wound and the deep red stains of blood.

“This……”

Zhou Mingrui took a breath and tried to calm himself.

He pressed his hand to the left chest and felt the heart’s fierce, fast, and vigorous beats.

He also touched his own skin, underneath the slightly cold bare skin was the warmth of his body.

After going down and verifying that the knees could bend, Zhou Mingrui stood up again and partially restored his calm.

“What’s the matter?” he frowned, planning to examine his head again.

Going forward two steps, he suddenly stopped again, because the luminosity of the moon outside the window was relatively dim. It was not enough for him to perform a thorough observation this matter.

A piece of memory came out of his mind, and Zhou Mingrui turned to look at the gray pipe on the wall next to the desk and the wall lamp surrounded by the metal grid.

This was the current mainstream gas lamp. The flames were stable and the lighting effect was excellent.

Originally, in the case of Klein Moretti’s family, not to mention gas lamps, they could not even afford kerosene lamps. The use of candles was more in line with the family’s identity and status. Four years ago, he had to stay up late to study for the Hoey University entrance exam. When he was struggling, his brother Benson believed that this was an important issue concerning the future of the family. Even if he had to borrow money, he must create good study environment for Klein.

Of course, Benson, who had been working for years as a literate person, was definitely not a reckless, untactful and inconsiderate person. He used the argument that "installing a gas pipeline help to improve the apartment’s grade and attract future leases" to persuade the Landlord to pay for the money to complete the basic infrastructure. He also managed to obtain a new gas lamp near the cost price, using his relationships with the other import and export companies. For the whole incident, he only needed to use his savings without the need to borrow money from anyone.

The memory fragments flickered. Zhou Mingrui returned to the desk. He opened the pipe valve and twisted the gas light switch.

The sound of friction and ignition sounded, but the light did not come as expected.

Da da da! Zhou Mingrui twisted a few more times, but the gas lamp was still dark.

"Uh…" Retracting the hand, holding down the left temple, Zhou Mingrui search through the memory fragments to find out why.

A few seconds later, he turned and walked toward the gate, before the mechanical device that was also set on the wall and with gray-white pipes.

This was a gas meter!

Looking at the barely worn gears and bearings, Zhou Mingrui took out a coin from his pocket.

It is dark yellow in color, flashing in bronze, with a portrait of a man wearing a crown on the front and surrounded by wheat with a number “1”.

Zhou Mingrui knew that this was the most basic currency of the Kingdom of Ruen. It was called a copper penny. The actual purchasing power of 1 penny was roughly equivalent to the three or four dollars on Earth. The other types of coins included 5 pence, halfpence and a quarter. There were three kinds of pences, but they are still not comprehensive enough. In everyday life, it was still necessary to mix and match the coins from time to time.

Flicking the copper penny (which was only released when King George III became king) on his fingertips, Zhou Mingrui inserted it into the slender openning of the gas meter.

Dang! dang!

As pennies fell to the bottom of the meter, the rattling of the gears rang out. A short and wonderful mechanical melody was played.

Zhou Mingrui stared at the meter for a few seconds and returned to the wood-colored desk to reach for the gas light switch.

Da!Da!Da!

A cluster of flames ignited and quickly grew. The bright light first occupied the interior of the wall lamp, then it passed through the transparent glass and the room was covered with brightness.

The darkness suddenly receded, and the crimson blush disappeared through the window. Zhou Mingrui was relieved by a litle and quickly walked to the dressing mirror.

This time, he carefully examined the position of his temple and noticed the details.

After several comparisons, he discovered that apart from the initial bloodstains, there was no blood flowing out of the wounds anymore. It was as if they had obtained the best hemostasis and bandages, and the slowly wriggling gray brain and wounds grew at a visible speed. At this rate, it would take thirty to forty minutes, or perhaps two or three hours, where there would be only traces of shallow marks on the skin.

“Therapeutic effect from crossing over?” Zhou Mingrui tilted his right mouth corner and whispered.

Then he exhaled slowly and sigh. No matter what, at least he would be alive!

Setting down the mind, Zhou Mingrui pulled the drawer and retrieved a small piece of soap. He also took one of the old towels hanging from the side of the cabinet. Then he opened the door and walked to the toilet shared by the tenant on the second floor.

[Well, the blood on the head had to be dealt with, so as not to look like a crime scene. It would scare myself and also my sister Melissa when she wakes up in the morning. That would not be a good situation!]

The corridor outside the door was dark. There was only some moonlight sprinkling through the windows at the end of the corridor, the moonlight barely outlined the contours of the protruding objects, making them look like pairs of monster eyes that silently watched the living people on a deep night.

Zhou Mingrui was a little scared as he walked lightly towards the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, the moonlight was more plentiful and everything became clear. Zhou Mingrui stood in front of the washstand and unscrew the tap.

At the sound of the water, he suddenly remembered the landlord Franke.

As water was included in the montly rent, Franke, a small, thin man wearing top hat, inner vest and black jacket, would actively visit several toilets to eavesdrop on the sound of the taps.

If the taps’ movements are louder, Mr. Franch would disregard  his gentlemanly manner. He would fiercely wield his cane, hit the door of the bathroom and shout "Damn thief!" "A waste is a shameful thing!" "I remember You!" "Let me see it once again, and take your dirty luggage out!" "Trust me, this is the most cost-effective apartment in Fullington and you will never find a landlord more generous than me.”

Regaining his thoughts, Zhou Mingrui wetted the towel and cleaned the blood from his face, over and over again.

Checking through the shattered mirror in the washroom and confirming that there were only wound marks, Zhou Mingrui relaxed a little. He took off his linen shirt and used the soap to rub off the blood stains.

At this time, he frowned and remembered that there may be other problems.

The wounds were huge and blood stains were numerous. Therefore, in addition to the body, there should be traces of blood in the room!

After a few minutes, Zhou Mingrui cleaned his flax shirt, took a wet towel and walked back to his apartment. He wiped the blood handprint on the desk first and then he relied on the gas light to find other residues.

This allowed him to discover that there were a lot of splattered blood spots on the floor and at the bottom of the desk. There was also a dark yellow bullet shell on the floor near the left-hand wall.

“… pointing the revolver against the temple to fire a shot?” Connecting the horrifying leads together, Zhou Mingrui finally understood Klein’s cause of death.

He did not rush to verify, but first attentively wiped out the blood mark. After that he took the shell and went back to the desk, opened the revover to the left, poured out the bullet inside.

[Oh, a total of five bullets, a cartridge case, all made of brass.]

“Sure enough…” Zhou Mingrui looked at the empty bullet shell and nodded slightly as he slew the wheel of the revolver.

He shifted his gaze to the left and looked at the phrase “All people will die, including me” which was written in the open notebook. More doubts followed.

[Where did the gun come from?

Suicide, or murder disguised as suicide?

What troubles could a peasant-born history graduate get involved with?

How did the suicidal act leave only a blood mark? Was it because I transmigrated and brought some healing benefits?]

Sinking in thoughts, Zhou Mingrui changed into another linen shirt, sat down on a chair, and started thinking about more important things.

Klein’s experience was still not the focus of his concern. The real problem is to figure out why he transmigrated. Could he cross-over back to Earth?

[Parents, relatives, buddies, friends, interesting internet world, various delicious foods… These were all the reasons that you want to go back!]

Zhou Mingrui’s right hand unconsciously throws out the pistol wheel and gathers it back again and again.

[Well, nothing unusual has happened recently. Just that I was a little down on luck. How could it lead to a transmigration?

Unlucky… Yeah, I did a luck conversion ritual before dinner tonight!]

A flash of lightning crossed Zhou Mingrui’s mind, illuminating the memory he had been obscured by the fog.

As a qualified keyboard politician, keyboard historian, keyboard economist, keyboard biologist, keyboard folklorist, he had always claimed to "understand a bit of everything" and of course, the buddies often laugh at it as a "jack of all trades.”

And alchemy was one of them.

[Last year I went back to my hometown and found a copy of the “Ancient rituals of the Qin and Han Dynasties” in the old books stall. It seemed very interesting at first and I felt that it was helpful to show off on the Internet. So I bought it back, but unfortunately, the interest came quickly and left quickly. The vertical proses of the old books made people feel bored. I just turned through the beginning pages and threw the book into a corner.]

It was until the last month of continuous bad luck, lost mobile phones, customers running away, work mistakes, bad things came round that he remembered that there was a luck conversion ritual at the beginning of the book and the requirements were extremely simple, without any cultivation requirements:

[ Just take the staple food in your area and make four portions in four corners of the room. They can be on the table, cupboard, etc., Then you stand in the center of the room and take four steps counterclockwise in a square. The first step is to mediate silently “Blessings of Xuan Huang(1) Immortal Lord”, the second step meditate “Blessings of Xuan Huang Heavenly Master”, the third step meditate “Blessings of Xuan Huang Deity”, the fourth step meditation “Blessings of Xuan Huang Heavenly Lord”. After the walk, close your eyes, wait patiently for five minutes. The ceremony will be successful. ]

Holding the attitude of free to try, he pulled out the book himself and did it before dinner in accordance with requirements. However, nothing happened at that time.

Who knew, by midnight, he had actually transmigrated!

Transmigration!

“This was definitely because of the luck conversion ritual … Well, I will try it here tomorrow. If it’s really the reason, then I would have hopes to go back!” Zhou Mingrui stopped shaking the revolver and sat upright.

[Regardless, I would have to try it.]

[To regard a dead horse as an alive horse to treat! (2)]

TN Notes:

1 – Xuan Huang – literally “xuan” means black and “huang” means yellow, it signifies the heaven and earth in ancient Chinese.

2 – This means we know very clearly that things are impossible; incurable; there’s no hope about it, but we still do our best.

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