Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

The ray of coldness was not too sharp. After cutting through the clothes and piercing the skin, it left a short period of time for a reaction.

"later!"

The light behind him was blocked. Peter, who did nothing, panicked and warned, but it was already more than one step too late. The rusty blade brings the pain of grinding saw teeth, as if a small woodworking saw with wrong teeth has been used on the flesh, turning the wound into an irregular fold line that cannot be combined.

Can't you use the bench in your hand to think of a solution?

Without enough time to turn around, Coop stepped forward and fell a few steps outside the house to escape the attack.

He held the hammer in one hand, covering his lower back, and turned around. The muscle pull caused greater pain, as if a rat soaked in sea water was biting him, and small salt-like particles got stuck in the wound, causing lasting irritation.

The strange attacker was standing behind the door, behind Coop's original position, attracted by the sounds Peter was making.

His rickety body turned, which was too flexible for his posture. The spine, which had never been straight since its emergence, twisted towards Peter, bending sideways at an angle that would make an ordinary person bend sideways.

Yet he, or rather it, was stiff. The back does not curve according to the overall arc, but in a segmental posture, as if several vertebrae are fused together, including the neck.

He did not follow the most suitable turn of the head to observe, but turned his body to face Peter with his eyes under the tattered stitched cloth.

"Oh God……"

No matter how dull you are, you can notice that something is wrong now. Peter hugged the wooden bench and backed away. There was not much space in the room, so he pressed directly against the wall, unable to retreat.

Kupp let go of the hand covering his waist, and his wet palm slipped on the handle of the hammer. He couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or the remnants of the previous fight. He tried hard not to think about this problem, and endured the pain as he moved closer to the rickety figure.

One disadvantage of working at the dock is that from time to time you may suffer some minor injuries, such as scratches from some stinging catches, or from being distracted while transporting large cargo. In severe cases, bones may even be involved.

But a hired worker can't rest because of this injury, so to a certain extent this is a good thing. His rich experience in injuries prevents him from rolling around in pain from the wound in his lower back.

A guy holding a bench and shivering against a wall cannot be considered a danger. The attacker turned around before he got close, apparently not intending to waste his energy on Peter first.

Secretly thinking that something was wrong, Kupu kicked off the ground and rushed towards his opponent. He swung his hammer in a large semicircle arc and smashed it down with a whirring sound.

His eyes were locked on the target, and he wanted to see with his own eyes how this guy acted.

Rush to the door and swing the page hammer.

The person whose whole body was wrapped in cloth did not make any evasive movements. Just like before, he adjusted the dagger with his arms curled up and made a weird attack posture.

Kupp smelled a familiar smell, coming from the rickets, but it was not some kind of body odor caused by living in dust for a long time and lacking water to clean the body.

It seemed to come from an unsettling place, a house or something, a workshop where salted fish was processed, or a kitchen with broken armor and viscera strewn all over the floor. The strange smell leaked from an open window, which was the attacker.

This smell is especially noticeable when the hammer is about to hit, and the window opens, spewing out a breath that seems to be familiar in past dreams.

Under the not-so-bright light, the blurry edges of the object began to distort. The backlit, rickety figure between himself and the light was elongated, layered, compressed, and opened into the picture through a small hole, gap, or something else. Paths such as loopholes in the Internet disappeared in a completely incomprehensible form.

Swinging in the air again, the inertia carried him through the door frame and crashed into the house, where he fell on the table.

The unstable table broke one leg on the spot and tilted to one side, causing the body to stumble and fall towards the end of the bed.

The oil lamp and the oil fell to the ground, igniting a pool of flames. The burning sensation on his face forced his body to roll away.

As soon as the firelight dimmed, a small jagged cutting sensation touched his right shoulder, from the upper edge of the collarbone to the acromion. Severe pain surged out from it as warm liquid surged out. If he hadn't subconsciously avoided the roll of lamp oil, he would have been hit right now. Neck.

"Peter!" Coop rolled away from the attack, holding the hammer in one hand to hold an ensuing stab.

This deformed guy was much stronger than expected, and the pressing force pressed the blade onto his face. The reddish-brown rust was clearly visible, which was the source of the jagged feeling. Blood seeped into it, like ulcers growing on metal.

The belated support was too slow and too unresolute, and had already been noticed. Peter closed his eyes and swung down the wooden stool in a posture that could hardly be seen as a struggle.

Fortunately, I didn't use my full strength. The attacker gave up the stalemate, jumped away and disappeared into thin air again. The wooden stool hit Kupp's arm protecting his face with no force, and no obvious bone cracking sound was made.

Unfortunately, a scream immediately continued in this chaotic ensemble. A rickety figure appeared behind Peter and stabbed him firmly. The unsuspecting guide fell to the ground, and the clothes on his back were stained with large red spots.

It's like pushing away an insignificant coffin board and not throwing a glance at the victim in a pool of blood. It may be that the body structure does not allow this action. He raised his dagger and lunged at Coop again.

Coop, who was halfway up, was knocked to the ground again. The short time Peter bought only gave him a chance to mobilize his injured left arm and hold on to the hammer handle to intercept the dagger. Fortunately, he would not be defeated on the spot in another round of stalemate. .

But his failure is only a matter of time. The force exerted on the dagger is not much worse than when his arms were intact, not to mention that the injured hand cannot use force now.

What approached with the dagger was the tightly wrapped face. The three strange actions just now were obviously not without cost. A mixture of heavy breathing and whining came from under the cloth, which was especially noticeable when inhaling. The air flow passes through the cloth strips and travels between the layers of hard objects that are not teeth. The rumble sounds are like rocks rolling on bones.

The smell of rust hit his nostrils from his breath, carrying the metal rust powder on the dagger and blowing into his nostrils. Along with the sour smell of some food that he had never smelled before, it combined into a smell that seemed to be bloody but also had an oddly familiar smell.

Coop wanted to curse, but his mouth was wide open and he was trying his best just to breathe, so he couldn't pronounce it.

He didn't know who to curse, this damn village, the weird attacker, or Coop, the idiot. He should have thought about Kraft's words when he swung in the air for the first time. He should not have blindly swung the weapon to attack or moved blindly. This guy's behavior was actually not that complicated.

However, under the impact of encountering a conflict for the first time and wielding a weapon at someone for the first time, his emotions went up and down several times. Who would have thought of this?

Now that the opportunity has long been lost, and I am still on the disadvantaged side in a struggle with no room for exertion, with the dagger hanging on my face, can I still go to the Heavenly Father to learn from my experience? I'm afraid there's no chance. I don't believe this.

…

The firelight changed slightly again, probably shaking, or like some kind of obstruction.

A foot wearing a small leather boot kicked out from the bottom of the bed next to it, and kicked the rickety man in the face who had never expected that there was a person hidden in the room.

It has to be said that the wooden sole of the shoe is very strong, and the guy's neck has no ability to bend and relieve force. It actually affects the fragile side of the face, causing psychological shock to the guy who was unharmed after entering, and A physical blow.

Yvonne got out from under the bed, raised the package and prepared to give him another hard blow.

Coop felt a lightness on his body, and without even thinking, he swung the hammer behind Yvonne with all his strength. It feels like a mixture of carapace and rock flakes, shattering under the iron.

now it's right.