Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"I'm glad you are willing to talk. I assure you that the content of this conversation is only between the two of us." Kraft made hot tea and moved an armchair with cushions and armrests. "Coop, for the time being. Can you leave for a while? Remember to close the door when you go out."

Considering the taste, he added two spoons of honey to one cup and pushed it to the other person. "Relax, no matter what it is, it will not have any impact on the good relationship between us. I will only look at it from the perspective of therapeutic needs."

He adjusted his expression and put on a suitable smile that was gentle but not contemptuous.

It’s not difficult, as long as you follow your inner feelings, you will be able to smile naturally. Everything has been going smoothly recently. The demonstration of ether anesthesia technology was a great success. Taking advantage of the momentum of the surgery, the society's first achievement since its establishment was also launched, artificial pneumothorax.

The authority to call funds has also gradually been released to him, and he can withdraw it directly at Rivers University. The amount is hard not to laugh. If necessary, you can even request some assistance that is not limited to financial aspects, and use physical means to solve the problem as appropriate.

The word "discretionary" is worthy of consideration, but Martin seems to have been promoted in his position recently. I believe that in the Westminster world, he will definitely favor the Society as appropriate.

The only person worth worrying about is Yvonne, but now it seems that things have suddenly turned around. Perhaps the information she provided can provide some help for the condition.

"Don't worry, I don't have anything to do. You can speak slowly." Kraft took a sip of hot tea, put a plate of biscuits on the table, put the to-be-processed items in the drawer, and made a scene for afternoon tea. Posture, try your best to lighten the atmosphere.

In fact, as a rising star in the academic world, there is a mountain of things waiting to be dealt with. There was no need to wait for the next day after the party presentation. A large number of letters were delivered to the residence that night, including invitations from various individuals and groups, as well as requests for internal treatment arrangements.

Correspondence was available at any time, and it was rare for Yvonne to take the initiative.

Besides, he didn't think it would be something that would require much energy. The girl has always seemed mature, sensible, and independent, and a little external help is enough to help her get out of her psychological shadow.

Kraft looked at her with encouraging eyes, waiting for Yvonne to speak.

"Whatever?"

In such an environment, the girl was still a little nervous. She held the cup firmly with her ten fingers, giving people the illusion that the cup wall was slightly cracked by pinching.

"Of course, no matter what." Kraft said solemnly and looked at him candidly. He barely thought about it. After all, from his point of view, no matter how big the matter was, it couldn't be too big.

Yvonne was encouraged by his attitude. She looked at Kraft's expression and could not find any hidden meaning.

The whisperer chattering in her mind seemed to have read her thoughts, and the amount of information instantly became denser by an order of magnitude. It was as if she had transferred from an empty room to a conference venue, where everyone was whispering in low voices, and all the voices together repeated one message:

【leave! 】

No, Yvonne refused in her heart. I'm sure that's not my idea. She hopes for something beyond common sense to gain the initiative over her destiny, but if it intends to interfere with her own will, it goes against the original intention, and she will never succumb to it.

Blowing on the rising hot air, inhaling a sip of tea to moisten her throat, she gathered herself and spoke the first sentence of the day with a slight nervousness.

"Professor Brimmer is dead."

"He deserves it." Kraft commented, relieved a lot. If Yvonne's problem was just guilt about Brimer's death, that would be easy to solve.

"You probably don't know that Brimer was the culprit who caused all this, which directly led to the death of more than ten people and the disappearance of several others."

"No matter what he died for, it is considered an advantage for him. If there is a hell, and the soul is roasted by flames in the deepest soup pot until the world is destroyed, there is no way to offset this crime."

"Do you really think that?"

"no doubt."

"That's great." Yvonne's expression became firm, she sat up straight and placed the teacup upright on the table.

"I killed him."

"This is not a big deal... huh?" Kraft was just about to confirm the legitimacy of her actions in a timely manner, but his still-functioning brain briefly shut down after saying these words.

They are all words that are very clear to hear, but when put together it makes people feel that they heard something wrong.

"I killed Professor Brimmer." Seeing that he didn't seem to understand, Yvonne repeated it thoughtfully, adding the exact name.

"ah?"

The development of the situation was obviously a bit unexpected. The professor thoroughly analyzed the possible ambiguities in the short sentence such as grammar, words with similar sounds, and the same name, and finally confirmed that it did mean what he thought.

This seems to explain why Yvonne, who has always been relatively mature, is unwilling to be honest with her from the beginning.

Facing a guardian and teacher who has returned from a business trip and is dusty with work, no one will rush to report that they have done something shocking and put an extra burden on the other person's heart and brain.

Even so, he still held on to his last hope.

"If your actions indirectly led to Brimer's death, there is no need to feel pressure. In that case, his death is inevitable, and dying earlier might have reduced the torture."

As a channel for fungi to invade the human world, spellcasters will bear the brunt and become corrupted by the proliferation of fungi. The most frightening thing is that as far as the preacher is concerned, his consciousness is still alive during this process.

"I'll kill him, use this." Yvonne took out the dagger from her skirt, held the leather sheath and handed it to Kraft.

Although the appearance has changed drastically, the weapon can still be recognized from its appearance. The blade came from the depths of the southern hills and almost took the lives of all those left behind. Now it is polished and even colder.

He realized that every second of his hesitation now was a form of denial.

"Brimmer, he deserves to die." Kraft took the dagger and pulled out a section. There seemed to be a trace of rust in the sheath due to the inexperience of the wiper.

There are not many weapons in this world that have only seen blood once.

He began to recall whether there was something wrong with his initial impression, or whether it was his inadvertent neglect that caused the current thorny problem.

There is no doubt that Yvonne did exactly the right thing, and having Kraft present would only make things worse. He then poured two more cans of kerosene to disinfect him. But this is definitely not something that normal people of the same age can do.

After playing with the dagger for a while, he decided to return it to its original owner. Whether or not you have a dagger in your hand is not the crux of the matter.

"You are very brave, but I don't want you to put yourself in danger." Kraft finalized the nature of the matter.

It is foreseeable that he will have to manage an entire academic organization in the future, with a complex staff. However, the training expectations of the only two paid guys currently tend to be out of control, and this feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

Coop is willing to follow the most direct path and gain merit on the battlefield; while Yvonne's goal should be to follow her and learn with peace of mind.

It hasn't even been a year yet.

"I want to help you." She raised her head and looked squarely at the man who had been trying to extend a non-existent childhood for months. She took the dagger and put it back in her waist, "Just like Coop."

"I'm glad you think so, but now is not the time." The study tour south is about to reach its end, where the clues point to the center of the spider web, the source of the black liquid incident. He will build momentum in Westminster and fully expand his current influence before looking for an entry point.

Of course, there is absolutely no place for Yvonne in the plan. It would be best for her to stay in a safe circle and undergo regular re-examinations.

"Killing a Brimer doesn't mean anything, nor does it mean you have the power to match a real professional trainee. Besides..." Kraft wanted to correct this mistake.

The cup on the table was pushed forward.

Its capacity is relatively small, but after a few sips it is still overflowing, and the full liquid level is slightly higher than the rim of the cup. The wall of the cup is crumpled and sunken like waste paper, and tiny fingerprints are pressed into the silver pattern.

"I can, at least let me try."

The Westmin volume has come to an end for nowΣ()

It was originally supposed to be combined with the previous chapter, but something happened in the group that involved a lot of energy, so it can only be coded separately.

This volume is longer than the previous volumes. The inspiration actually came from group friends saying they wanted to see the "vibrant" deep layers, as well as the "ball in the hole" images caused by Aspergillus cavitary infection caused by tuberculosis seen in the radiology department.

In short, after stumbling, I finished another volume. This book has indeed been in a state of difficulty in updating for a long time, so I would like to express my special thanks to readers for their continued support. If you have any comments or suggestions, please feel free to leave them in the comment area. (˙▽˙)

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