Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 101 Straight Ahead

"Quiet."

When Kupp heard Kraft give such an order, it was different from his usual negotiating attitude, like a sword he had never seen before, straightforward and tough, and the tough tone was only heard briefly during the interrogation in the salt tide area.

He instinctively chose to obey, shut up and looked at the footsteps of William, the leader of the team, and adjusted the pace accordingly.I have already seen the consequences of discounting Kraft's serious request, and the lesson is so profound that there will be no second time in this life.

Following Kraft's example, Kupp quickly looked back, and at a glance, he only saw the flickering torch, reflecting the obscure face of the bearer, and the darkness followed his progress, keeping no more, no less, exactly five step away.

The dense night at the back is like the tide in the salt tide area, and the turbid and opaque fluid buries sharp shellfish fragments and sea fish bone spurs in a dark place that cannot be seen. People who walk in it will step on them, and the wounds will fester after a few days Purulent, fever all over the body.

This was Kupp's deepest fear before that experience. He couldn't figure out that a small wound in the turbid current would be fatal.

Combining the two, he discovered an astonishing consistency. The team was in another, larger-scale turbid current, and knew nothing about the content beyond the two torches.

The tired hills are the same as the ground near his home, swallowed by the gap-filling darkness from the sea or the sky, and completed the transformation from familiarity to ignorance.

Something had changed inside, but it wasn't as simple as a splinter that would fester the wound.

The footsteps in front of him alternated between fast and slow twice, deliberately staggering William's rhythm, Kraft turned his head again, looked back over his shoulder, and reflected the slight fire in his eyes.

The arm that was swinging with the walking stopped and pressed on the left waist. After receiving training, Kupu knew the meaning of this action, and was repeatedly pointed out for emphasis.

Pressing it to his waist, the solid hammer handle gave him some comfort, and he kind of understood why Kraft liked to do this.

With his eyes back, Kraft nodded slightly at Cooper, walked forward at a faster speed, and patted William on the shoulder.The sailors looked at Kupp who was looking back, and silently lit a new torch.

The team returned to the original pace, and Kraft also retreated to his side, keeping one hand on his waist, while pressing the other hand on the side of his skull, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Be quiet, well, be quiet... Kupp gritted his teeth, Kraft's behavior confirmed his thoughts, but he couldn't ask because of orders.

The raised thoughts had already reached his lips, and he was pushed back, but in the monotonous rush, only the sometimes diverted route and the footsteps in his ears were worth noting, and he couldn't help but not listen.

Under the leadership of William, the team maintained a slow and rhythmic pace, and everyone unconsciously followed the pace of the previous one.

The sound of footsteps with a slight time difference came from both sides, merged into the ear canal, and also included the sound of horseshoes. With his sense of hearing, it was really difficult for him to distinguish the direction and even correspond to the individual.

But Kraft did change his pace, as if trying to force out someone who was walking with them.

Is it true that a person walks on a mountain road without lighting?A native who knows the way, or maybe something else...

His knowledge can't provide another option for the time being, and he will choose to walk with them.Conversely, he has never seen anyone who can blindly walk the mountain road from memory in the dark night, and neither can the guide Peter.

Kupp slowed down, trying to distinguish the sound of their footsteps as he approached the three men at the end of the line.

The people who live on the deck have a stable foot, and the legs that can stabilize their figure on the crest are not bad on the mountain road. The thick hemp woven soles of the three people are similar to the heavy trampling of Kraft boots in front. Difficult to distinguish.

He was a little taken aback by how quickly he had achieved his goal, but it didn't help that Coop didn't hear any unusual footsteps from behind.

He let go of the handle of the hammer and looked at Kraft suspiciously.The latter didn't turn his head back, his knuckles were bent against the horizontal fingers behind the outer canthus, as if he had a sudden unbearable headache, but his eyes were fixed on the unlit road on William's side.

His feet in leather boots knocked against the rocks, and he staggered a few steps. This dangerous action scared Kupp to step forward to help him, but the horse held him back.

A tingling and rough feeling of friction came from the palm of his hand, and the rope holding the horse was suddenly tightened, and he almost fell out of his hand.The mule and horse neighed and raised their front hooves, trying to turn around and turn backwards. The sudden burst of strength caught Kupu off guard and was dragged away.

"Stop!"

Kupp subconsciously let go of the rope, and then realized that he was not talking about himself, but Yvonne who hugged the horse's neck in the saddle and was thrown up.

The mules and horses seemed to be frightened by an unknown source, forgetting to carry the rider on their backs and the dangers of the mountain road, they ran back and ran aimlessly.The crew on the route tried their best to avoid the side of the mountain to prevent a head-on collision with Crazy Horse.

Kupp was still struggling to grab the rope or protect himself. The crew had no guts to stop the livestock, which was far more powerful than humans, and was about to miss the opportunity for the horses to start. The hood is open, and the golden hair is messy.

The white and bright curved reflection caught up to the galloping horse's hind legs, cut into the most muscular part, interrupted the exertion, the painful leg could not exert strength, the speed slowed down, and the body tilted to the same side.

"Hold your head, Yvonne!"

Needless to say, Yvonne consciously let go of her hands and hugged her head when the horse fell over, curled up and was thrown out.This action likely saved her life, as instead of being trampled under the horse's hooves, she rolled into a clump of roadside bushes.

The uncastrated mules and horses rushed a few steps, struggling to crash into the night outside the torch, and then heavy objects rolled down, gravel and gravel scraped their fur, and there were several muffled sounds of impacts going downwards and far away, with a very small echo A few seconds later, it sounded like a faint swallowing sound.

Kraft lifted the bleeding sword upside down and pushed through the bushes to check Yvonne's situation. William turned back from the head of the team and held up a torch to illuminate him.

"William, you go back, come here at the end of the team." Kraft pulled away the cloak to check Yvonne's injuries. Fortunately, the bushes behind her were still lush, and most of the strength was lost at the cost of broken stems and leaves. Only the naked A few scratches on the hands.

The little guy got up from the ground with Kraft's hand, a few leaves were stuck to the tip of his hair, and the cloak was torn on a broken branch, but he didn't seem to be seriously injured.

Kraft did not intend to relax, and frequently turned his head to William during the inspection interval, urging him to return to the team leader position.

Since William rushed to the middle of the team, Peter, who was originally accompanying him, had already fallen to the edge of the torch's halo, ignorantly not accepting the fact that he had gone mad and fell off the cliff because of his important property, thinking about whether this was considered a reimbursement.

After the horse was frightened, instead of paying attention to the owner, it turned away from him and ran away.

Kupp suddenly thought of why he couldn't find the problem at the end of the line.When everyone was concerned about Yvonne, he followed Kraft's line of sight.

The darkness behind the guide does not seem pure, like the ink that has been left open overnight on the table has fallen into the flying insects and dust, and there are more erratic things in the uniform background.

With half-night blind eyesight, I can barely see the gloomy image of a floating ladle, shoulder height outside the aperture, appearing in the darkness for a moment, and then sinking into the unfathomable black night.

With a quick glance, people who seem to be walking backwards in front of them find that they no longer follow, stick out their flat and wide faces, and peep into the light circle.

There was no sense of being watched, and Kupp lost his impression of it in the blink of an eye. Everything behind Peter was as usual, and what he saw was only a hallucination under bad lighting, a face without eyes.

(End of this chapter)