Tap! Tap! Tap!

Zhou Mingrui reeled back in fear at the sight that greeted him. It was as though the person in the dressing mirror was not himself, but a dessicated corpse.

How could a person with such grievous wounds be still alive!?

He turned his head in disbelief again and checked the other side. Even though he was a distance away and the lighting was poor, he could still see the penetrating wound and dark red blood stains.

“This…”

Zhou Mingrui drew a deep breath as he tried hard to calm himself.

He reached out to press his left chest and sensed his racing heart that exuded immense vitality.

He then touched his exposed skin. Beneath the slight coldness was flowing warmth.

When he squatted down and after verifying that his knees could bend, Zhou Mingrui stood up again and calmed down.

“What’s happening?” he muttered with a frown. He planned to inspect his head injury seriously once more.

He took two steps forward and suddenly paused. The moonlight of the sanguine moon was relatively dark, so it was insufficient for his ‘serious inspection.’

A memory fragment triggered as Zhou Mingrui turned his head to look at the grayish-white pipes and the metallic-gridded lamp on the wall right beside the study desk.

This was the most common gas lamp of the times. Its flame was stable and its illumination capabilities were excellent.

With Klein Moretti’s family situation, even a kerosene lamp was a dream, much less a gas lamp. Using candles was most apt for their standing and stature. However, back when he burned the midnight oil four years ago to be admitted into Khoy University, his elder brother, Benson, felt that it was an important matter which their family’s future depended upon. Therefore, he insisted on creating conducive studying conditions for Klein even if it meant taking on debt.

Of course, Benson, who was literate and had worked for several years, was not a rash person who did not think of the consequences. He had quite some tricks up his sleeve. He reasoned with the landlord to ‘raise the apartment’s standards by installing gas pipes to improve the likelihood of rentals in the future.’ The landlord was convinced and provided the money to complete the basic modifications. Then, using the convenience of working at an import and export company, he purchased a brand new gas lamp which was nearly at cost price. In the end, all he needed was to use his savings and did not need to borrow money.

After the memory fragment flashed past his mind, Zhou Mingrui came to the desk where he turned the pipe’s valve and began twisting the gas lamp’s switch.

With a sputtering sound, a spark sounded from friction. Light did not descend upon Zhou Mingrui as he had expected.

He twisted the switch a few more times, but all the gas lamp did was sputter and remain dark.

“Hmm…” Retracting his hand and pressing on his left temple, Zhou Mingrui sought for the reason by rummaging through his memory fragments.

few seconds later, he turned around and walked toward the door. He arrived at the machine installation which was similarly inset into

a gas

the exposed gears and bearings, Zhou Mingrui took out a coin from his

it. The front of the coin was engraved with a portrait of a crown-wearing man, and there was a ‘1’ on a clump of wheat on the

was roughly three to four yuan before his transmigration. Such coins had other denominations such as the five pence, a halfpence and a quarterpence. Despite the three

George III ascended to the

Clink! Clang!

meter, the sound of grinding gears

the meter for a few seconds before returning to the burly wood desk. He then reached

sputtering, there was a sharp

the wall lamp before penetrating the transparent glass, blanketing the room with a warm

Mingrui felt at ease for a baffling reason as he quickly came

inspected his temple and did not miss a

longer flowing out of the grotesque wound. It appeared like it had received the best hemostasis and bandaging. As for the slowly squirming grayish-white brain and the discernible growth of flesh and blood around the wound, it meant that

Mingrui curled up the right corner of his mouth

out a long sigh. Regardless, he was

tattered towels hanging by the side of the cupboard and opened the door. He then walked to the public bathroom

blood stains on my head, or I’ll keep looking like a crime scene. It’s fine scaring myself, but if

the window at the end of the corridor. They looked like a pair of monster eyes

walked

moonlight, allowing him to see everything clearly. Zhou

water, he suddenly recalled his landlord, Mr.

gentleman who wore a top hat, a vest,

a shameless matter,’ ‘I’ll remember you,’ ‘If I see this happen another time, scram along with your filthy luggage,’ ‘Mark

Zhou Mingrui used a moist towel to clean the blood stains

was left were a hideous wound and a pale face did Zhou Mingrui relax. Then, he took off his linen shirt and used a bar

that moment, he knitted his brows and recalled

exaggerated and there was too much blood. Apart from his body, his room

his apartment with a moist towel. He first wiped the blood handprint on the desk and then, using the gas lamp’s illumination, sought out spots which

of blood had splattered onto the floor beneath the desk. And there was a yellow

After mixing and matching the clues from before, Zhou Mingrui had a

in no hurry to verify his guess. Instead, he seriously wiped away the blood stains and cleaned up the ‘scene.’ Following that, he took the bullet and returned to the side of his desk. He opened the revolver’s cylinder and

cartridge shell all had a brass

of him and stuffed the rounds back into

words: ‘Everyone will die, including me.’ Following that, even more questions arose in

the gun

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