After a while.
Only then did Wang Lin muster up his courage. Step by step, he moved his feet and looked towards the bathroom through the gap in the door. Then, he saw a bar of soap lying quietly on the floor of the bathroom. The sound just now should have been made by this bar of soap.
Wang Lin heaved a sigh of relief.
Wang Lin mustered his courage and slowly walked into the washroom. There was no scary scene like he had imagined. Other than a soap that stole the show, everything was normal.
After turning on the lights in the bathroom, Wang Lin looked into the mirror.
"F * ck me!"
Looking at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, Wang Lin's eyes widened and he was shocked.
Wang Lin slapped his face hard, feeling a little scared.
Although the face was covered in blood, Wang Lin could still tell that the face in the mirror belonged to a European.
Golden hair, a tall nose, a three-dimensional face, and a pair of light blue eyes. He was completely different from the previous Wang Lin!
A few minutes ago, he was still a Chinese with yellow skin and black eyes, but now, he suddenly looked like a European.
This change was too great.
"I really transmigrated."
After Wang Lin washed the blood off his face, he stared at his own face and muttered to himself.
After washing up, Wang Lin rummaged through the pockets of his clothes to see if he could find anything about his identity.
After rummaging for a while, Wang Lin found something in the pocket of his pants.
"A wallet?"
Wang Lin took out a brown wallet from his pants pocket. He took a look and found a passport, some change, and a thumb-sized USB flash drive.
"Yes, that's right. The photo is the same as mine. It turns out that my body's name is Millson Dick.”
Wang Lin looked at the photo on the passport and looked up at his face in the mirror. He finally confirmed his identity.
It had to be said that Wang Lin did not have much of a reaction to the transmigration after living as a writer for so long.
Ever since he was young, he had been living alone. Wang Lin's life had always been one of muddling along. Whether it was in the past or now, there were too many things that he was unhappy about. Instead of wasting time to think about it, it was better to quietly accept reality and think about how to continue living.
After all, no matter how the world changed, life had to continue.
After a simple wash, Millson (as he would call the protagonist in the future) found the wardrobe and changed into a clean set of clothes. Then, he found a bottle of perfume on the sink in the bathroom.
He sprayed the perfume around the room like an air freshener to drive away the pungent smell of blood. After a long time, Millson could finally sit down.
Next, he needed to figure out the source of the blood in the room and the world he was in.
Millson first took the bloodstained carpet and the dirty clothes he had just changed into the living room.
He first examined the carpet carefully. After finding nothing, Millson took the clothes over and finally found something wrong with the clothes.
"We finally found the source of those bloodstains.”
Millson lifted his coat and pointed it at the chandelier on the ceiling. The light shone through the hole in his coat.
"From the looks of it, the original owner of this body seemed to have been shot by someone and returned to this place with a gunshot wound. In the end, he fell on the carpet and died from excessive bleeding.”
Millson stood up and took a few tissues from the table beside the sofa to wipe the blood on his hands.
"But why isn't my body injured at all?”
After wiping the blood on his hands, Millson thought with some doubt.
Although he had roughly figured out the source of the blood, Millson wasn't happy because he had figured out the source of the blood. Instead, he was a little flustered.
Now that he had become the new Millson, what the original Millson did naturally became his own business.
Now, he was not in a hurry to figure out which world he had transmigrated into.
No matter which world he was in, he would have to face the pursuit of unknown organizations or people.
The person who killed this body in the past wouldn't care if you had a new soul in this body.
"Damn it, what kind of trouble did the original body of this body cause?”
Millson covered his head and cursed.
After cursing, Millson returned to the room where he woke up and sat in front of the computer that was always lit.
He shook the mouse and the screensaver disappeared.
It was clearly an Apple computer, but on the display was a simple and crude web page like when the Internet was just popular.
"Let me see what's on this computer.”
Millson moved his mouse and clicked on a flashing map icon.
He clicked on the flashing icon and browsed for a while.
Millson was speechless.
Can you imagine that after the original body returned to this house, the first thing he did was not stop the bleeding, but to chat with someone else!
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