![]() To the side of the cabinet, there was the same grayish-white pipe on the wall at the height of a person. Its two doors were swung open and beneath it were five drawers. Close to an opposite wall was a low wooden bed.īetween the bed and the left door was a cabinet. The room was not very large, with a brown door on each side of the room. He turned around in a fluster as he began to size up the environment he was in. Zhou Mingrui stood up again by propping himself up. His buttocks slammed heavily onto the burly wood chair. It made him temporarily lose his strength as he fell uncontrollably. However, before his feet fully straightened, his brain protested with throbbing pain. This… Zhou Mingrui felt inexplicably horrified as he stood up abruptly. In midair, a crimson moon hung high above the backdrop of a ‘black velvet curtain,’ glowing in silence. Subconsciously, he looked up and shifted his gaze up bit by bit. While feeling shocked and confused, he discovered that the desk, notebook, ink bottle, and revolver were covered in a layer of crimson ‘veil,’ a result of the light shining from the window. The things laid before him were alien to him. Its tip shimmered with a faint glint while its cap rested right beside a brass revolver.Ī gun? A revolver? Zhou Mingrui was completely taken aback. In front of the ink bottle and to the right of the notebook sat a dark-colored pen with a fully circular body. Its embossed surface formed a blurry angel pattern. It was about half the size of an adult’s head with an inner layer of transparent glass and an exterior gridded with black metal.ĭiagonally beneath the lamp was a black ink bottle shrouded in a pale red glow. The lamp had a classical Western style to it. The wall on their right was inset with grayish-white pipes with wall lamps connected to them. To the left of the notebook was a stack of neatly arranged books, numbering about eight. The title was eye-catchingly written with strange, deep black lettering. Right in the middle was an opened notebook with coarse, yellow pages. All he could see was a study desk made of burly wood in front of him. His vision first blurred before it was screened by a faint crimson red. ![]() Throbbing pain inundated Zhou Mingrui, allowing him to slowly accumulate immaterial strength until he was finally able to move his back and open his eyes. Hehe, I can end up getting some spare time for myself! ![]() Hey, putting it that way, it doesn’t seem too bad. Of course I have to take time off! I don’t have to worry about my manager’s grumblings! Why am I still thinking about work? This is some authentic headache. Why would I suddenly have such an excruciating headache in the middle of the night?Ĭould it be something like a cerebral hemorrhage?į**k, don’t tell me I’m going to die young?Įh? Why doesn’t it seem to hurt as much as before? But why does it still feel like a blunt knife is slicing through my brains…įrom the looks of it, I won’t be able to continue sleeping anymore. No matter how much he tried, he still lost his focus as random thoughts surfaced in his mind. He found his thoughts difficult to control and introspect. However, while still in his reverie, whatever will he could summon was ethereal like a fleeting fog. Zhou Mingrui, who was not unfamiliar with similar encounters, tried his best to focus in order to escape the shackles placed upon him by the darkness and confusion. I’m still in a dream… Who knows, perhaps the next scene will be of me thinking I’m already awake, but in fact, am actually still sleeping… From the looks of it, I’m still not awake.
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