Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 2 Stir the two souls evenly
Kraft awoke from a brain ache from a night of post-exam bingeing to find himself sprawled over a letter.

Although the light was dim, it was still possible to clearly see that the corner of the letter paper was wet with saliva, blurring on the slightly yellowish rough paper, and the few letters squeezed into the corner were already blurred.

There is a dip pen next to the letter paper. Even if the ink on the tip of the pen is dry and agglomerated, and the pattern and model cannot be distinguished, you can still recognize that this is definitely not the dip pen I bought for 20 yuan Taobao free shipping paper. It is a defective product of modern industry, but it is not so primitive and rough.

The numb hand can feel the tiny burrs on the pen barrel. To write with this pen, it can compete with the operation of a black magic professor in Harry Potter.

Of course, the weirdness of this pen is less than one ten-thousandth of the weirdness of my own behavior--my hazy eyes glanced at the beginning of the letter, good guy, an English letter to grandpa?At least it looks like English.This behavior of writing an English letter to a grandfather who has never learned English in the countryside is so confusing that it almost makes people suspect that this is not an English test paper that I have written before.

Kraft naturally reached for his pocket, but there was nothing in it.He felt that there should be a hard object to carry around here, and this feeling of emptiness was uncomfortable.So he rubbed his eyes and instinctively looked around, trying to find what he wanted.

On the wooden tabletop, which is rougher than the pen holder, there is only one candle with a small section left besides the paper and pen. The dim light comes from this, not the familiar small desk lamp.It's even more confusing now, I'm supposed to be in my dorm room, not in this horror-movie-esque setting, but there's another thought circling in my head, insisting that everything is normal.

He stood up smoothly, without even the hypotension of sitting up for a long time, and without tingling legs.The body naturally leaned forward, the familiar and unfamiliar breathing muscles were strong, and the airflow from the lungs blew out the candles.Stretching the body in the dark, I can feel the smooth movement of the muscles of the limbs. It is a flexible and healthy feeling that I haven't experienced in a long time.

He touched his pockets and walked towards the subconscious bed. His habit of the dark environment surprised him for a moment. The precise positioning made him sit on the edge of the bed impartially, and lifted the quilt to prepare for formal sleep. Sleep.

In the dark and warm environment, thoughts that had been suppressed by headaches began to rise.He thought of his grandfather, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. It seemed that it had been half a year, and it seemed that it was less than two months.

The chaotic and fuzzy memory is as bizarre as AI painting. Sometimes the old man wears reading glasses and flips through obscure Chinese medicine classics on a table with a glass plate, and sometimes talks to a person in a robe with a two-handed sword.

The ever-changing background switches back and forth between the small Chinese-style country house and the thick granite stone wall, and the sound of small conversations keeps echoing in the ears, and it is hard to hear what it is.The memory became a strange mixture like strawberry mapo tofu, and what was even more strange was that he felt that these did not conflict.

Of course, he fumbled a third time trying to find the thing before falling asleep.First the pillow and the head of the bed, and then under the quilt.After a while, he remembered what he was looking for.

Where is my cell phone? !
What is the phone?

Where's the cell phone?

What is a mobile phone? !
I lost my phone? !
……

After a while of fright, the brain that got rid of the drowsiness and pain completely woke up, and now things are clear.

A thing from another world, partying all night after the exam, after some gratifying accidents that may allow my roommate to successfully enter the next stage of study, I may be consummated because of enlightenment, or other third-rate novelists can't think of it. The fantasy reason for coming out was inexplicably thrown into another world, and I said goodbye to sub-health from then on.

Perhaps because of the wear and tear of the long journey, this soul, which is difficult to tell right and wrong, can't even remember his own name, but the knowledge points memorized before the exam are still engraved in his mind.

And the original owner of this robust body, a country aristocratic young man, grew up under the traditional physics education of his grandfather, and grew up building a small castle spanning three generations. windmill.

Around the age of ten, under the persuasion of his semi-literate grandfather, Kraft began to develop into a literate person.In the standard painful education, Mr. Anderson did not so smoothly teach him this set of local alphabets that look like English, read like English, and write like English, but are not English. Since then, Kraft has become The first cultural person in three generations of his family who can read and write fluently.

So now these two are facing a good news and a bad news:

The bad news is that they have been mixed up. There is me in you and you in me. I am afraid that they will never be separated in this life.

The good news is that the mixing is really even, and it can be said that it is a brand new individual. The memories and thoughts in the mind are connected with each other, like vinegar with soy sauce, Pepsi with Coca-Cola, and red wine with Sprite.Looking at it now, even if they don't have both strengths, they won't cause any rejection.

(End of this chapter)