Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

It turns out that no matter how weird things are, they still follow some basic rules, at least in the normal world.

Having said that, what is the normal world? Kupp didn't have any commendable knowledge about this. Since he was not in a dream, could a world where "people" could disappear out of thin air and appear behind him really be considered a normal world?

However, this ability obviously does not come with any effects such as strong vitality and resurrection from the dead. The rickety attacker still complies with the principle that "the brain cannot function when the iron piece is embedded."

Coop walked around Yvonne, and with his left hand hanging down, he came to the fallen enemy, kicked off the dagger in his hand, and gave the collapsed pumpkin-like head a blow to ensure that he would not wake up again. .

The wound on his left shoulder worsened after excessive activity, and a knife on his waist limited his strength. Worried about not using enough force, his irrational worry made him add a few more blows to the body. It was not until he heard Yvonne's uncomfortable dry cough that he realized that this guy's upper body had a striking resemblance to the raw material of the meat pie.

In order for the two people present to enjoy this delicacy safely for the rest of their lives, he had better stop now to avoid further causing bad associations.

"You've been really helpful." He said this with a strange image while holding a weapon still stained with an unknown substance. He casually rubbed the hammer head on the attacker's clothes. They wouldn't complain now anyway.

As all the targets fell, the emotion-driven power ebbed from the body, and fatigue and fear quickly replaced it. Just a little bit short of it. If not for Yvonne's bold move, he would have been on the way to personally confirm the existence of the Kingdom of Heaven.

He immediately realized that what he should do was not to praise her for doing a good job, but to consider whether this scene would have a negative impact on a child.

"You have to know, they deserve it." Coop turned the corpses one by one and observed Yvonne's condition.

The latter just furrowed his eyebrows, covered his mouth and let out a cough that scratched his throat with acid reflux. It seemed that he just felt a little nauseous, which was far from the behavior of the little girl in Coop's imagination.

In a way, it was better than Coop. He didn't know if he would vomit if he looked at those sunken and loose facial features a few more times.

Yvonne needed no enlightenment. She picked up the wooden handle of the dagger with two fingers and drained the blood from the wet rust. "Thank you, I know."

When this too-young colleague arrived, Kupp had somewhat criticized Kraft's intentions, but her insensitivity to human beings losing their normal form and consciousness made people feel that there was something not simple behind it.

He didn't want to know the specific details of this desensitization process, and if someone asked him why he didn't like dreaming, he wouldn't get an answer.

"Will you go and see Peter? I just saw him stabbed." Coop found a place to lean on beside the bed and tentatively touched his lower back. The bleeding had not completely stopped.

Not only does the body not feel as hot as after physical activity, but the fingertips feel cold. The flow of warm body fluids takes away much more than body temperature.

The kidnapped woman had escaped long ago, and there were only three people left alive at the scene. If measures were not taken in time, there would only be two left alive tomorrow morning unless something unexpected happened.

Yvonne put her finger under Peter's nose, waited for a few seconds, nodded to Coop, and went to look at the wound on his back.

The strands of linen fibers were stirred into the knife wound and became sticky and tangled. After pulling twice, she decisively gave up on this fruitless attempt and picked up the dagger to open the clothes.

This weapon seems to have been regarded as a trophy by her, similar to how some species of birds will pick up small objects of interest.

"I don't know, if he can get through it, he'll probably be fine, right?"

Coop didn't want to stand up. He glanced at the back of the torn clothes from a distance and felt that this girl was quite neat in her work. Peter's wound had not stopped bleeding, but it was not bleeding like a fountain. Fortunately, he did not die.

"Wrap a loop of cloth around his waist and tie it tighter." The position of the lower back near the spine seemed to have been mentioned in training as important internal organs that would cause serious problems if they were injured. Kupp thought for a while, maybe it could be called the kidneys. ?

This was not helpful. The teaching was limited to making him protect himself. There was no way to treat him. Yvonne had to help with bandaging.

In this regard, his evaluation is: If Peter does not die tonight, he will live until tomorrow morning. Let Kraft come and see if there is still a chance.

No, that's not what happened. Kupp was shocked to realize the paradox. If he was attacked like this, Kraft and William would suffer more than that.

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"run!"

Kraft pulled up William, who had just woken up from a dream. The latter had just fallen into a state of trance and chaos again. He was stunned by the faces that emerged one after another from the darkness like blisters, and unconsciously reached out to touch them.

If he hadn't been awakened, it looked like he would have gone up and kissed her.

Needless to say, William swung his legs to follow Kraft, and the two of them ran wildly in the gray cave.

"Can you send us back?" William's ghost was exclaiming. If he was in hell just now, then where he is now is beyond his knowledge. "Then the hole-puncher should have left, right?"

"No, I need time!" The man holding the torch stepped on the wall and turned a big bend. He took the time to reply between rapid breathing, "Watch your step!"

William jumped reflexively and crossed a horizontal stone sill like intestinal folds. It was hidden in the intricate shadows, waiting to teach the wrong person the last lesson in life. Always remember to pay attention to your steps.

As soon as he landed, a stone hit his toe. Through his boots, he felt as if he had broken his toe, "Ouch!"

"Can't you try it now?"

"Can you run and look at the chart?" Kraft asked, wasting precious breathing space while escaping, it was simply a joke with his life.

"If you take me out, it's not non-negotiable!" The captain grabbed the waistband of his trousers with one hand and loosened the belt with a hasty jump. The trousers kept sliding down from the belly, and the cold wind made the navel area feel cold.

Kraft ignored him. The needle-like headache was still interspersed behind the skull plate, tending to develop towards the forehead and behind the nose. The cave space intensified the cramped and claustrophobic feeling. Running at full strength was like running in an endless spliced ​​roller channel. crawling in.

The numb running became even more troublesome when there was a fork in the road ahead - a staggered intersection, and another passage cut through diagonally, as if it was tilted at an angle and then returned to the original mine.

But Kraft clearly remembered that this was not the case. The direction they were traveling was away from the mine. This was a different intersection.

On the front, he saw white impurities emerging from the darkness, a flat nose exposed, a soft white extension that was paler than the gray-white rocks, and several unseen local faces smiling vaguely at them.

"Left!" Kraft decisively led the way and turned left.

Although he didn't know what was on the left, it looked like it was going uphill, which was better than continuing down.

"Wait...wait for me..."

The uphill climb was much more difficult, and William was out of breath while running. However, the shock of meeting the pale broad face still inspired the potential of this body that he did not have when he was young, supporting him to keep up with the torch ahead.

As long as there is a little hope, no one wants to have their face in it.

So this hellish race got a playoff. The two leading players squeezed every alveoli in their lungs until they could taste rust from the air in their mouths. They felt that they could no longer get away enough, so they might as well use their last strength to figure out how to die with dignity.

When they came to a stop on this endless uphill road, there were only uneven sounds of wheezing and coughing in the cave, and the disturbance of the carapace's limbs had faded away.

Kraft picked up a second torch and handed it to William. The aperture expanded, and there was no sign of those faces for the time being.

"Are we...safe for the time being?" William touched his wet cheek with his sleeve, "Would you like to try your 'magic'? I've thought about it clearly. Maybe it's better to be crushed to death."

"I disagree." The young "wizard" shook his head and held down William's shoulders, closing his eyes and holding an object in his sleeve. William guessed that this was a precursor to activation, just like the legendary wizard who had to recite a spell before casting a spell.

However, Kraft does not need it. Does this mean that his level is relatively high?

"Hell!" A curse interrupted the unfounded speculation. The hand on his shoulder loosened, and for the first time, a look of uncertainty took over Kraft's face.

"It shouldn't be like this, we don't have holes in it."