The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 2: The Situation

Zhou Mingrui staggered in fear at the sight that greeted him. It was as if the person in the makeup mirror was not himself, but a dried up corpse.

How could someone with such a grievous wound still be alive!?

He looked over in disbelief again and examined the other side. Although the distance was far away and the lighting was poor, he could still see penetrating wounds and deep red blood stains.

"It"

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

He reached out to press against his left chest and felt his racing heart that exuded an incredible vitality.

He then touched her open skin. Under the cold it was flowing warmth.

When he crouched down and after making sure that his knees could be bent, Zhou Mingrui stood up again and became calm.

"What's going on?" he muttered with a frown. He planned to examine his head injury seriously once again.

He took two steps forward and suddenly stopped. The moonlight of the optimistic moon is relatively dark, so it is not enough for his ‘ serious check.

The memory fragment was triggered when Zhou Mingrui turned to look at the grayish-white pipe and the metal-coated lamp on the wall right beside the study table.

This was the most common gas lamp at the time. The flame is stable and the illumination ability is excellent.

With the Klein Moretti family situation, even kerosene lamps are a dream, let alone a gas lamp. Using candles is most appropriate for their position and stature. However, when he burned the midnight oil four years ago to be admitted to Khoy University, his older brother, Benson, felt that it was an important issue that depended on the future of their family. Therefore, he insisted on creating learning conditions conducive to Klein even though it meant going into debt.

Of course, Benson, who was literate and had worked for several years, was not a rash person who did not think about the consequences. He has a few tricks up his sleeve. He conferred with the owner to ‘increase the standard of the apartment by installing gas pipes to increase the possibility of future rent.’ The owner is confident and gives money to complete the basic modifications. Then, with the ease of working in import and export companies, he bought a new gas lamp that cost almost the same as the base price. In the end, all he needed was to use his savings and not have to borrow money.

After the memory fragment flashed through his mind, Zhou Mingrui came to the table where he turned the pipe valve and started to turn the gas light switch.

With a stuttering sound, sparks sounded from the friction. The light did not descend to Zhou Mingrui as he had expected.

He turned the button a few more times, but all the gas lamp did was stutter and stay dark.

"Hmm ..." Pulling out his hand and pressing on his left temple, Zhou Mingrui searched for his reason by rummaging through the fragments of his memory.

A few seconds later, he turned around and walked towards the door. He arrived at a machine installation that was also wall-mounted and had a grayish-white pipe connected to it.

This is a gas meter!

Upon seeing the exposed gears and bearings, Zhou Mingrui took out a coin from his pants pocket.

It is dark yellow and has a bronze luster. The front of the coin was engraved with a portrait of a man wearing a crown, and there was ‘1’ on the wheat grove on the back.

Zhou Mingrui knew that this was the most basic currency of the Loen Kingdom. It's called copper cents. The purchasing power of a penny is roughly three to four yuan before its migration. Such coins have other denominations such as five pence, half pence, and quarter pence. Despite all three types, the denomination is not in sufficiently small units. In everyday life, one has to buy several different items just to spend one coin over time.

After tossing a coin that was only minted and circulated after King George III ascended the throne several times, Zhou Mingrui put it in a thin vertical ‘mulut’ gas meter.

The clink! Clangs!

After the cent falls to the base of the meter, the sound of grinding gears is immediately heard, resulting in a short but melodious mechanical rhythm.

Zhou Mingrui stared at the meter for a few seconds before returning to the burly wooden table. He then reached out to turn the gas light switch.

After some stammering, there was a sharp sound!

The flame was burning and growing rapidly. The first bright light occupies the inside of the wall lamp before penetrating the transparent glass, enveloping the room with a warm light.

The darkness quickly receded as the red color came out of the window. Zhou Mingrui was at ease for a puzzling reason as she quickly came in front of the makeup mirror.

This time, he seriously inspected his temple and did not miss a single detail.

After several rounds of examination, he realized that other than the original bloodstain, the liquid no longer flowed out from the strange wound. It appears to have received the best hemostasis and bandages. As for the grayish-white brain that was writhing slowly and the growth of flesh and blood that was visible around the wound, it meant that the wound might take thirty to forty minutes, or maybe even two to three hours before leaving only minor scars.

“Restorative effect transmigration brought?” Zhou Mingrui curled up in the right corner of his mouth as he muttered inwardly.

After that, he took a long breath. Anyway, he's alive!

After calming his mind, he opened the drawer and took out a small piece of soap. He picked up one of the old and tattered towels hanging on the side of the closet and opened the door. He then walked into a public bathroom shared by the tenants on the second floor.

Yeah, I gotta clean up the bloodstains on my head, or I'm gonna keep looking like TKP. It's okay to scare myself, but if I scare my sister, Melissa, when she wakes up early tomorrow, it will be very problematic!

The corridor outside was pitch black. The silhouette was barely accentuated by the red moonlight from the window at the end of the corridor. They looked like a pair of monster eyes that silently observed the living creatures until late into the night.

Zhou Mingrui lightened his steps as he walked towards the public bathroom with a shuddering fear.

Hearing the gurgling sound of water, he suddenly thought of his landlord, Mr. Franky.

Since the water was already included in the rent, this short and skinny man wearing a hat, vest, and black suit always checked the bathroom actively to notice the sound of running water.

If the water gushes too hard, Mr. Franky will ignore all of his gentlemanly nature by swinging his baton and hitting the bathroom door, shouting things like ‘Damn thief, he said,’ ‘Taxation is a shameless problem,’ ‘I'll remember you ,’ ‘If I see this happen next time, scram along with your dirty luggage,’ ‘Note my words, please, this is the most valuable apartment for money in Tingen City. You won't find a better landlord anywhere else!’

Getting rid of that thought, Zhou Mingrui used a wet towel to clean the bloodstains from his face again and again.

After examining himself using the seedy mirror in the bathroom and verifying that all that was left was a terrible wound and a pale face made Zhou Mingrui relax. Then, he took off his linen shirt and used soap to clean the bloodstains.

At that moment, he furrowed his brows and recalled a possible problem.

The wound was too much and there was too much blood. Regardless of his body, his room likely still had signs of injury!

After Zhou Mingrui finished with his linen shirt a few minutes later, he quickly returned to his apartment with a wet towel. He first wiped the blood fingerprints on the table and then, using the gas lamp lighting, searched for the place he missed.

He soon discovered that a large amount of blood had splattered onto the floor under the table. And there's a yellow bullet on the left side of the wall.

"Removing bullets with a gun pointed at the temple?" After mixing and matching the clues from before, Zhou Mingrui had a rough idea of how Klein died.

He was in no hurry to verify his guess. Instead, he seriously wiped the bloodstains and cleaned ‘adegan.’ After that, he took the bullet and returned to the side of his desk. He opened the revolver cylinder and poured a bullet into it.

A total of five bullets and bullet casings all had a brass luster.

"Indeed .." Zhou Mingrui looked at the empty bullet casing in front of him and stuffed the bullet back into the cylinder while nodding.

He turned his gaze to the left and landed on the words notebook: ‘Everyone will die, including me.’ After that, more and more questions arose within him.

Where did the weapon come from?

Is it suicide or fake suicide?

What kind of problems can a graduate of humble origins experience?

Why would such a method of suicide leave so little blood? Is it because I transmigrated on time and came up with healing benefits?

After pondering for a moment, Zhou Mingrui changed into another linen shirt. He sat down on the chair and began to ponder over the more important things.

Klein's experience was still not something he needed to worry about. The real problem was figuring out the reason for his migration and whether he could return!

His parents, relatives, friends, and friends. The enchanting world of the Internet and all sorts of delicious food This is the reason that prompted his desire to return!

Clik. Clik. Right-hand click Zhou Mingrui involuntarily pulled out the revolver cylinder and slammed it back into place, again and again.

Yes, there is not much difference for me between this time period and the past. I was just a little unlucky, but why did I move away for no confusing reason?

Bad luck Yes, I tried the luck enhancement ritual before dinner today!

A thought flashed through Zhou Mingrui's mind, illuminating the memories hidden by the fog of confusion.

As a keyboard politician, keyboard historian, keyboard economist, keyboard biologist, and qualified keyboard folklorist, he always considers himself ‘know something about everything.’ Of course, his best friend often mocked him as ‘just know a little about everything.’

One of them is the Chinese prophecy.

When he visited his hometown last year, he had stumbled upon a thread-bound book titled ‘Classical Forecasts and the Secret Art of the Qin and Han’ Dynasties in an old bookstore. It looks quite attractive and can help him in making posture on the Internet, so he bought it. Unfortunately, his interest was short-lived. The vertical script he used made the reading experience terrible. All he did was flip through the initial page before he threw it into a corner.

He has endured a spate of bad luck in the past month - losing his phone, customers fleeing after cheating on him, and mistakes at work. It was only then that he suddenly recalled the luck-enhancing ritual inscribed at the beginning of ‘Classic Forecasts and Arcane Art.’ Moreover, the requirements were very simple, without any basic requirements.

All he needed was to get four servings of staple foods in his area and place them in the four corners of his room. They can be placed in furniture such as tables and cabinets. Then, standing in the middle of the room, he had to take four counter-clockwise steps to make a square. The first step required him to sincerely chant ‘Berkah Comes From the Eternal Sovereign of Heaven and Earth.’ The second step is chanting in the heart, ‘Berkah Comes From the Sky Ruler of Heaven and Earth.’ The third step is ‘Berkah Comes From The Greatest of Heaven and Earth,’ and the fourth step is ‘Berkah Comes From Heavenly Worth for Heaven and Earth.’ After four steps were taken, he needed to close his eyes and wait five minutes in his original place. Only then is the ritual considered complete.

For not costing him a penny, he found the book, followed what was set, and did it before dinner. But .. nothing happened at the time.

Who would have thought he would actually transmigrate in the middle of the night!

Transmigration!

“There is a different possibility that it is due to the luck enhancement ritual Yes, I should try it here tomorrow. If it was really because of that, I have the chance to transmigrate back!” Zhou Mingrui stopped flicking the cylinder of the gun and suddenly sat up straight.

Anyway, he should try it!

He should try Hail Mary!