Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 5 It's starting to get weird
"It's such a pity. I've never seen such a thing before. Is there really nothing I can do?" Kraft touched the shriveled purse, feeling a little reconciled.

The Wood family's finances are not in short supply, but it is not easy to get pocket money from their grandfather. The young Kraft had the consciousness of earning the difference early on.

"Then you do it, I'll see how you cut it down." Ryan crossed his arms and looked at the pillar helplessly, "A king drew a sword from a stone and established our North Kingdom, Today, Kraft swung his sword to break rocks, if you develop in the future, don’t forget your dear cousin.”

"Thank you, if I can really cut it off, I can consider making you the next Baron Wood." Kraft gave up the unrealistic idea of ​​bringing the pillar back, turned and left.Ryan quickly followed him and patted him on the shoulder from behind.

"We can't take it away, and others probably can't. It doesn't matter if we leave it here, we can let them dig slowly first, and call grandfather and Mr. Anderson next year to see the whole picture."

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According to the usual weather pattern of the Norse Kingdom, the heavy snow will not last long.After staying indoors for a while, the snowflakes outside the window have shrunk to the shape of tiny salt grains. The wind is very small, and the low mountains in the distance have a little taste of the hills in the south of the Yangtze River. If you hold a cup of hot tea now, you will enjoy the snow. artistic conception.

Lane was so bored that he built a miniature snowman out of the snow on the windowsill, and now he's trying to stick broken ice skates into it as hands.

"Next time you come to this kind of place, you must bring your backgammon. I really don't know how they survived the winter at home." Ryan finished his snowman, and the snow on the window sill was used up, so he didn't go out for a while. idea of ​​a big snowman.

Including today's words, they have been stranded here for four days. Regardless of whether they can take their things back, it is good news to be able to leave this boring place.

"Yes, yes." Kraft replied unconsciously. A part of this soul could not adapt to this life without a mobile phone at all. Once he was free, he would appear at a loss. "We will set off tomorrow morning, remember to wake up early I."

"I wish something happened, whatever it is, it's so boring." Lane yawned, pushed the crooked snowman over, and got up to go back to his room.

And Kraft is still staring out the window, seemingly motionless, actually missing his phone.The local part of the soul has no bonus against boredom, but is a little restless because of the prosperity and splendor of another world.It is the part of visitors from another world. While missing the mobile phone, I still enjoy the tranquility and natural scenery now.

He watched the originally dim sky gradually darken, and the spruce forest at the other end of the wheat field changed from a group of large Christmas trees to a continuous black shadow, extending all the way to the cascading low hills in the distance.

This reminded Kraft of the days spent at his grandmother's house when he was a child. Most of the time during the New Year, the fields covered with thin snow spread from the village to the hills in the distance. The difference is that at that time, lights in the distance could often be seen , There are also sporadic fireworks blooming in places far or near.

Although he couldn't see it, he knew that there were huge dams and waterworks in the mountains farther away, and the water supply in the sight and inaccessible places was swallowed by this behemoth.

The mighty force driven by lightning and steel is endless day and night, dispelling the confusion and fear facing the magnificent world since ancient times. When you turn on the faucet, you can feel the power of human beings everywhere from the distant mountains to the eyes.

And here, in this place that seems to be back in time for hundreds of thousands of years, the small village and the few wheat fields around are all areas controlled by human beings. In less than 10 minutes, you can step from the human territory to the pure world. Primitive land.

There is the land of spruces and unknown things of every kind, where cold mists roam, and wolves and other furred and scaled unknown beasts prowl, watching them in the vast and ancient darkness that surrounds the small creations of man. , is no different from examining a herd of deer.

Modern people often like to laugh at the superstition and folly of the ancients, but they don't know how thrilling the natural and unknown power is in such darkness.Even the evil spirits and ghosts in blood plasma horror movies seem insignificant in such a sense of oppression.

From stories of wolves attacking humans to rumors of a remote village disappearing overnight, the more chilling content is often discovered by the casual traveler long after the event, and the victims have long since become indistinguishable. Matter is swallowed up by this dark and savage world—and more unknown stories are swallowed together with the discoverer, and continue to use the blanks on the map to disguise themselves.

At this time, the most advanced human weapon, the sword pinned to his waist, was ridiculously weak like a toothpick.Even in the wildest legends, there are no mortals who dare to challenge the mountains.

Kraft, that part of the foreign world, once felt that the land under his feet was so small that it made humans feel crowded in just a few hundred years, and all magnificent or weird legends could not hide under the miracle of technology, Only in the stars there are still puzzles waiting to be developed.

But now, he was a little less sure.Unexplainable things happened to him, two unrelated souls - if they were souls, could be mixed together.This is a phenomenon that neither there nor here can explain, and it will only be regarded as the ravings of a madman.

Does this mean that, in fact, the world secretly hides its other side?That is a more magnificent and chaotic realm, a part that has not yet been touched by the technology that human beings are proud of.

It is such a mystery that opened up a corner in front of Kraft, and just this corner completely changed his life in an unimaginable way, and sharply questioned the worldview established in his past short life.

It is like a small dark cloud that once floated over the head of the physics world in the [-]th century, like a flawed corner of a perfect celestial sphere, smashing everything that was unbreakable in the past, and a new set of theories is needed to make up for this fatal flaw that is not necessary for the whole .

But now he was standing in front of a poorly crafted wooden window, and the darkness rushed in, swallowing everything in sight.His limited talents are not worth mentioning in front of such ignorant and terrifying darkness. Even if there is a little professional knowledge beyond this world, it is an outdated dragon-slaying skill here.This is undoubtedly a kind of torture.

Kraft could feel an unknown desire surging deep in his body. It might have been breeding in this corner of the soul as early as last night, ignoring a person's personality and desires, and silently spreading on its own.You don't realize it exists in your body until you notice one of its vines when everything is quiet, its vast root system reaching deep into the depths of consciousness.

In silence, Kraft stared at the dark world outside the window where he couldn't find his sight. After losing his vision, his hearing became more acute.He noticed that there seemed to be a small voice breaking his meditation.

(End of this chapter)