Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 113 Cooper
In the darkness of the night, in the crude shelter of mud and dusty yellow rocks, Coop would recall the twilight hours when Kraft left hasty orders.

……

Kupp opened his slightly stinging eyes and tried his best.

The flame of the hemp wick dances, giving off a scorched smell of burning fiber mixed with oil. If you stare at it for a long time, you will feel the black smoke from the flame reaching your eyelids, causing pain in the back of your orbit, and you have to squint your eyes.

But after squinting for a while, drowsiness flowed from the corner of his head, and he pushed his forehead to the table without realizing it.

He had to find something to talk about, anything that would keep him from falling asleep during the vigil.Peter, who was in charge of the second half of the night, had already fallen asleep and could not be disturbed. Only one colleague who could not be called a colleague was still awake.

"Mr. Kraft said it's best not to read in low light."

As a person who has no intention of long-term academic development, Kupp firmly adheres to the principle of "almost enough", but Yvonne's behavior of flipping through the pamphlet in the middle of the night still brought him an inexplicable sense of oppression and created a feeling of joining This urge to self-torturing behavior.

He glanced sideways into the booklet. The crooked characters were behind something that probably indicated a stick figure. Instinctive frugality made girls write more crowded. The lack of auxiliary lines and the hesitation of beginners created an extra encryption effect inadvertently. .

Obviously, the progress of the learning content is synchronized, but Kupu just couldn't find the recognized words on this page.

Yvonne obviously didn't want to listen to his preaching. Seeing him look over, he closed the book naturally, as in the past few weeks, and has formed a habit, "When did you say that?"

"Probably..." Kupu didn't expect her to be serious with him, he hesitated for a while, and then noticed that the girl spread out the small notebook nonchalantly.

No, you can question me, Kupp, but Kraft did say that right.He doesn't want to be labeled as a "false biography of Kraft's quotations", even if he thinks about it.

Kupp tried hard to recall for a moment, and when Yvonne was about to turn the page, he accidentally found a scene, "It was about the time when you were in Port of Comfort, not long after you came."

Looking away from the booklet, he looked at him suspiciously.

"I remember it was night. Father Adrian only lit one candle, which couldn't illuminate the entire table." At first, there was hesitation in the tone, and then it became faster and faster, as if the lips were being opened and closed by the formed language. , "Mr. Kraft said at that time, we were all there."

The chat was really effective. He felt that he was temporarily out of the drowsy state, and his spirit became active in his thinking. He described the situation at that time along with the remaining memory scenes that were mostly collapsed.

He just happened to have a little impression of this, just like when Kraft asked the question, he had a vague understanding of those two words, blurted them out, and then doubted himself.

"Ah." Yvonne opened her small mouth, and spit out a modal particle with a little surprised ending. Maybe, maybe, probably there was such a thing, and only after being reminded did she have a meager memory of almost nothing.

For Kraft's sake, close the booklet and stuff it in a small package.

But she hadn't thought about what to do next. She had already passed the sleepy toddler, and she wasn't as tired as an adult.Today, with her mind, she also noticed that something big happened, and it was difficult to fall asleep.

At her age, she couldn't help her, and her energy could only be used on the only "business". After putting down the booklet, she squirmed left and right in front of the table, fidgeting.

Kupp showed a bit of an elder look, and continued the topic. In fact, he wanted to say that it was not a day or two ago, "You have a lot of time, so you don't need to rush, and Kraft is not impatient."

And he probably hasn't given you any work to do, Koop thought.He had contacted people in the academy, the youngest Lucius was about his age.

Considering that Yvonne started late, only Kraft would agree to the request of "studying medicine". He would not dare to think that it would take a few years for the so-called "help" to teach reading and writing from scratch.

The time cost and the money to be invested will be a lot of money, and ordinary small business families may not give such education to their own sons.Yvonne Tong Yan Wuji really dared to mention it, but Kraft actually agreed.

The speed of this one-and-a-half meeting is nothing compared to the future investment, and there is no need to rush at all.

Thinking about it now, if I said "I want to learn too", maybe Kraft would agree?
Kupp shook his head to dismiss the nonsensical thoughts. He never felt that he was that material. It was just accidental to answer two words at once. As an adult, there is nothing comparable to the mind of a child.

"Don't worry," he repeated sincerely, "no one will take anything from you."

Yvonne lowered her head and remained silent. Sometimes what drives her is more like a lingering sense of insecurity. Kupp can vaguely sense that those in the Salt Tide District who lost the care of their predecessors prematurely are like this in nine out of ten. Obsessed with expressing one's own "value".

And the intuitive performance is to compare with others, no matter what it is, there is a visible standard.

This is not something that can be explained in a few words.He moved the chair to the wall, against the dirt-rich wall, to give his back some relief.

"Thank you," the girl said after a long silence, "but I still want to do something. Can you tell me what happened?"

"As you can see, Captain William got lost on the mountain, and Mr. Kraft has to find them." The process is correct, but the specific implementation details are a little bit worse.

But he had a kind of blind trust in Kraft, and he couldn't say where it came from, the feat of confronting that wriggling light, or the subtleties of daily words and deeds.

"There's no need to worry."

Because it's useless to worry.

Looking up at the narrow window at a high place, there are no stars and moons in the night sky, and there is no reference point. I don’t know how to define the first half of the night. I hope Peter can consciously wake up and take over.

Kupp yawned, feeling drowsy, but didn't want to fall asleep.That face can't be shaken away, lingering in the memory, as if it will emerge from some blind corner outside the light at any time.

There is also the face on the petroglyphs, the boy's face, which is repeatedly recalled when relaxing, alternating in the form of indeterminate images, sometimes overlapping each other.

At that moment, he felt that the boy was somewhat close to a certain broad and flat face on the petroglyph. Although the face shape was very different, there was a similarity as if they were related by blood, like a middle-aged father and son who were out of shape.

"That's weird."

"What's weird? I always feel like you didn't tell me everything..." Yvonne placed her hands in the air in front of her chest. This movement seemed to be imitating Kraft, who would do that when he had nothing to do and nothing to take. Do it, with her image, I really can't make that kind of prayer-like inexplicable sense of ritual.

"Boom boom boom!"

The two looked at each other, and then looked at Peter together, making sure that the sound did not come from inside the house.

"Dong dong!" The knocking sound that interrupted the chat sounded again, coming from the door, "Is anyone awake? I left something at home."

They remembered the voice as the original occupant of the house, the strong woman who was able to wield a mining pick without hindrance.

Yvonne was going to open the door, but was held down by Kupu who got up quickly, turned around in puzzlement, and saw him covering his mouth and making a "silence" gesture.

【go there】

He pointed to the small space under the bed where Peter slept soundly. Half of the luggage was piled there.

"What is it, where is it?"

Kraft didn't like chorus singing, and Cooper also had his own dislikes. The doors and windows that sounded in the middle of the night were the first.The sound of knocking on the door swept away the drowsiness and took a suffocating breath.

coincidence?The homeowner who just moved next door just happened to forget a necessity.

Only when they are invisible, these thoughts are so active, driven by fear that they may not even be aware of, combined with those things that are very reasonable, and the mysterious totem of paganism, guess the worst possible possibility.

Turning to the back, it was only after making a movement that I realized that I wanted to ask someone for advice.Outside the door was a tide of darkness, and the night could hide the worst content and its associations deep in his memory.

[Now this is a place I can't take care of]

"Damn it." Cooper muttered to himself, since the last time the gate was dropped, he has been in charge here.

quick!He gestured to Yvonne, walked to the bed first and pulled out Kraft's bag of mixed sundries, making way for her.

Peter woke up with the bed shaking and a hand covering his mouth.A belated response came through the crack of the door, "Firewood, I want to get some firewood."

The guide looked at the sky outside the window in confusion, shaking his head and denying the possibility of local habits.

"Please, open the door. I have to come in to get some firewood, so I won't bother you." The voice was pleading, and it was the woman who took them to the mountain in the morning.

"Okay, wait, at least let me get dressed." Kupp took off the hammer on his waist, looked around, and handed Peter a stool.

This time Kraft can't take care of it, but the good news is that his hands are not shaking.

　A new fantasy book, the protagonist is a werewolf.I feel that it will be very good, and interested book friends can go and have a look. (˙▽˙)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)