After determining the plan, Zhou Mingrui suddenly gained a sense of direction. All the anxiety, hesitation, and unease were confined to the corner. It was only at this point that he had the time to carefully examine the remaining memory fragments of Klein. Zhou Mingrui habitually stood up, turned off the pipeline valve, and watched as the wall light gradually dimmed until it went out. He then sat down again, unconsciously rubbing the brass trigger of the pistol while pressing his head to one side. He quietly "recollected" in the crimson-lit darkness, like the most attentive viewer in a cinema. Perhaps influenced by the bullet, Klein's memories were like broken glass. Not only were they no longer coherent, but many parts were also significantly lacking in content. For example, where did the finely crafted trigger pistol come from? Was it suicide or homicide? What did the sentence "Everyone will die, including me" on the notebook mean? Was there any involvement in strange matters two days before the incident. Not only were these specific memories fragmented and incomplete, but even the knowledge he had also changed. Judging from the current state, Zhou Mingrui believed that if Klein returned to the university, he probably wouldn't be able to graduate. Even if he had only left the campus for a few days and had not relaxed at all about himself. "Two days later, I have to attend the interview for the History Department of Tingen University..." "Universities in the Roon Kingdom have the tradition of not directly keeping graduates on campus... The tutor gave me a recommendation letter for Tingen University and one for Beckland University..." ... Zhou Mingrui silently "observed" as the red moon in the window gradually sank towards the west, until a faint light appeared in the east, and the horizon was tinted with golden color. At this moment, there was movement coming from the room inside, and soon, footsteps approached the isolation door. "Melissa is awake... She's really as punctual as always." Zhou Mingrui smiled slightly, influenced by Klein's memory, he felt a sense of looking at his own younger sister. However, I don't have a younger sister... He then quipped. Melissa was different from Benson and Klein. The enlightenment education was not completed in the Sunday school of the Night Goddess Church. When she reached the age for education, the Kingdom of Ruan issued the "Primary Education Law", established a middle and lower education committee, and specifically provided grants to increase investment. In just three years, with the incorporation of many church schools, numerous public primary schools were established. They strictly maintained the principle of religious neutrality and did not involve the disputes of the Storm Lord, the Night Goddess, and the Church of Steam and Machinery. Compared to the Sunday school that only used one copper penny per week, the tuition of public primary schools was three pence per week, which seemed rather expensive. However, the former only studied on Sunday, while the latter had to attend classes for six days a week. Overall, it was almost free of charge. Melissa was different from most girls. Since childhood, she liked gears, springs, bearings, etc., and was determined to become a steam mechanic. Having suffered from cultural disadvantages, the elder brother Benson, like supporting Klein to go to university, supported his sister's dream. After all, the Tinggen Technical School could only be considered secondary education, and there was no need to attend grammar schools or public schools for accumulation. Last July, Melissa passed the entrance examination and, as she wished, became a member of the Steam and Machinery Department of Tinggen Technical School, and the tuition was raised to nine pence per week. Meanwhile, Benson's export company was affected by the situation in the South Continent. Both profits and business volume shrank significantly, and it had to lay off more than one-third of the staff. To keep his job and maintain his life, Benson could only accept more arduous tasks and often had to work overtime or travel to harsh environments for business trips, just like these days. Klein's memories of his elder brother and sister jumped in Zhou Mingrui's mind, until his hand started to turn, and the door of the room inside creaked open. He suddenly woke up and remembered that he was holding a revolver in his hand. This is a semi-controlled item! It will scare children! And, there's the wound on my head! Seeing that Melissa was about to come out, Zhou Mingrui pressed his temples while hurriedly pulling out the drawer of the desk, threw the revolver into it, and it made a loud bang. "What happened?" Melissa heard the noise and looked over curiously. She was at her most youthful stage. Even though she couldn't eat anything good, her face was thin, slightly pale, and her skin still had a luster, emitting a girlish charm. Seeing her sister's brown eyes looking inquisitively, Zhou Mingrui forced himself to remain calm and picked up the things near her, then calmly closed the drawer and covered the existence of the revolver, while the touch on the spot of his temple confirmed that the wound had healed! What he took out from the drawer was a silver-white watch with vine and leaf patterns on it. With a gentle press at the top, the watch cover popped open. He was the father of the three siblings, the most valuable possession left by the Royal Army Sergeant, but second-hand goods are second-hand goods. In recent years, they have frequently had problems, even after being repaired by a watchmaker, the same thing happened. This made Benson, who liked to wear it to enhance his status, repeatedly make embarrassing mistakes. So he simply left it at home. It has to be said that Melissa might really have a talent for mechanics. After mastering the theoretical knowledge, she began to use the tools from the technical school to tinker with this pocket watch. Recently, she even claimed that she had fixed it! Zhou Mingrui watched the watch cover pop open, saw the second hand stop moving, and subconsciously turned the top to wind the watch. However, after twisting it a few times, no sound of a winding spring was emitted, and the second hand remained motionless. "It seems to be broken again." He looked at his sister with nothing to say. Melissa gave him a blank glance, then walked over quickly and took the watch away. She stood still, first pulled up the button at the top of the watch, and only turned it a few times, then there was a ticking sound of the second hand moving. Normally, pulling it shouldn't be adjusting the time, right... Zhou Mingrui's expression immediately became呆滞. Just then, distant church bells rang out, six times in a row, distant and ethereal. Melissa listened attentively, then pulled up the button at the top of the watch again, and then continuously twisted it, aligning the time. "Done." She said briefly and emotionlessly, then pushed the top back, and returned the watch to Zhou Mingrui. Zhou Mingrui returned a smile awkwardly but politely. Melissa gave her brother a deep look, then turned and walked towards the cabinet position, picked up toothbrushes, towels, etc., and opened the door, heading to the public washroom. "How did her expression have a taste of disdain and helplessness just now?" "Looking at the intellectually challenged brother with care?" Zhou Mingrui shook his head and chuckled, snapped the watch cover shut, and then snapped it open again. Repeating this action, his mind started to think about a problem. Without a silencer, when Klein committed suicide, well, let's call it suicide for now, the noise of his suicide was definitely not small. And yet, Melissa, who was just a few walls away, was completely unaware. Was it because she slept too soundly? Or was the fact that Klein committed suicide itself full of strangeness? Pah, open, pah-ta, close... Melissa returned from washing up, and what she saw was her brother's unconscious action of constantly opening and closing the watch cover. Her gaze was once again filled with helplessness, and she said sweetly: "Klein, take out the remaining bread, remember to buy new ones today, and also meat and peas. You're about to take the interview, I'll make pea and lamb stew for you." While speaking, she moved the stove from the corner, using the remaining charcoal to light a fire, and boiled a pot of water. Before the water boiled, she opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet, took out a tin of inferior tea, sprinkled about ten pieces into the pot, and pretended it was real tea water. One person poured two large cups, and Melissa and Zhou Mingrui shared two rye breads. There was no mixture of wood chips, no too much gluten, but it still wasn't delicious... Zhou Mingrui was currently weak in body and hungry, relying on the tea water, while secretly forcing himself to swallow the bread. After a few minutes, Melissa finished eating, gathered her black hair that hung down to her vest, and looked at Zhou Mingrui: "Remember to buy new bread, it's only eight pounds, the weather is hot, too much is likely to go bad, and also lamb and peas, remember!" Was it really caring for the bookish brother, and she had to emphasize it again... Zhou Mingrui smiled and nodded: "Okay." Regarding one pound of the Kingdom of Rhun, Zhou Mingrui, based on Klein's meat measurement memory and his own comparison, thought it was close to his usual one kilogram, which is 0.5 kilograms. Melissa didn't say anything more, got up to tidy up, prepared the last piece of bread for lunch, put on the old worn-out cap left by her mother, picked up the book and school supplies bag she had sewn, and was ready to go out. Today is not Sunday, she has to attend classes for the entire day. It takes about a minute to walk from this apartment to Tinggen Technical School. There are public horse-drawn carriages, one penny per kilometer. The maximum fare within the city is 4 pence, and 6 pence in the suburbs. Melissa, in order to save money, always leaves early and walks there herself. As soon as she opened the door, she stopped and turned half around, saying: "Klein, don't buy too much lamb and peas. Benson might not be back until Sunday. Well, remember, only eight pounds for bread." "OK, OK." Zhou Mingrui replied helplessly. At the same time, he muttered the word "Sunday" several times in his mind. In the Northern Continent, a year is divided into twelve months, with 360 to 366 days each year, and there are also seven days in a week. The front part is the result of astronomy, making Zhou Mingrui doubt that this is a parallel world. The latter comes from religion, because the orthodox gods of the Northern Continent have a total of seven: Eternal Sun, Storm Lord, God of Knowledge and Wisdom, Night Goddess, Earth Mother God, War God, and Steam and Machinery God. Watching his sister close the door and leave, Zhou Mingrui suddenly sighed, and soon turned his mind to the ritual of fortune transfer. Sorry, I really want to go home...
