Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"It's such a pity. I've never seen anything like this before. Is there really nothing we can do about it?" Kraft touched the shriveled purse, feeling a little unwillingly.

The Wood family was not financially strapped, but it was not easy to get pocket money from his grandfather. Young Kraft developed the awareness of making a profit early on.

"Then go ahead and I'll watch how you chop it down." Ryan crossed his arms and looked at the pillar helplessly, "There was a king who drew a sword from the stone and established our Kingdom of North. Today, Kraft wields his sword to break stones. If you become rich 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." Craft gave up the unrealistic idea of ​​taking the pillar back and turned to leave. Ryan quickly followed him and patted his shoulder from behind.

"We can't take it away, and neither can others. Even if we leave it here, it doesn't matter. We can let them dig it slowly first, and then invite Grandpa and Teacher Anderson to come together next year to see the whole picture."

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Based on the usual weather patterns in the Kingdom of North, 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 light. The undulating low mountains in the distance have a bit of the Jiangnan hills. If you hold a cup of hot tea now, you will enjoy the snow. artistic conception.

Ryan was so bored that he made a mini snowman out of the snow on the windowsill, and now he is trying to insert the broken ice skate into it as a hand.

"I must bring backgammon next time I come to a place like this. I don't know how they survive the winter at home." Ryan finished his snowman. The snow on the windowsill had been used up, and he didn't go out to roll for the time being. A big snowman idea.

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

"Yes, yes." Kraft responded unconsciously. This part of his soul was completely unable to adapt to this kind of life without mobile phones. Once he was free, he would seem at a loss. "We will set off tomorrow morning. Remember to wake up early. I."

"I really hope something can happen, no matter what it is, this is too boring." Ryan hit him, pushed down the crooked snowman, got up and went back to his room.

Kraft, on the other hand, was still staring out the window, seemingly motionless, but actually missing his phone. The native part of the soul has no bonus in fighting boredom. Instead, it becomes a little restless because it learns about the prosperity and excitement of another world. But for the visitor from another world, while missing my mobile phone, I also enjoy the tranquility and natural scenery now.

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

This reminded Kraft of the days he spent at his grandmother's house when he was a child, mostly during the Chinese New Year. The fields covered with thin snow spread out from the village to the hills in the distance. The difference was that at that time, you could often see the lights in the distance. , and sporadic fireworks bloomed in places far or near.

Although he couldn't see it, he knew that farther away were the huge dams and water plants in the mountains. The water supply for places within sight and out of reach was sucked up by this huge thing.

The mighty power driven by thunder and steel goes on day and night, dispelling the confusion and fear of facing the majestic world from ancient times to the present. When you turn on the faucet, you can feel the power of mankind everywhere from the distant mountains to before your eyes.

And here, in this place that seems to have gone back hundreds of thousands of years, the small villages and the few wheat fields around them are all areas controlled by humans. In less than ten minutes, you can step from the realm of humans into the pure realm. A primitive place.

It was the domain of spruce trees and all kinds of unknown things, and where the cold mists wandered, wolves and other unknown beasts of fur and scales prowled, watching them in the vast eternal darkness that surrounded man's little creation. , not unlike surveying a herd of deer.

Modern people often like to laugh at the superstition and foolishness of the ancients, but they don't know how thrilling the power of nature and the unknown can be in such darkness. Even the evil spirits in plasma horror movies are insignificant in this 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 travelers passing by long after the incident, and the victims have long since become indistinguishable. The matter was swallowed up by this dark and savage world - and more unknown stories were swallowed together with the discoverers, continuing to disguise themselves with the blank spaces on the map.

At this time, mankind's most advanced weapon, the sword on his waist, was as ridiculous and powerless as a toothpick. Even in the most arrogant legends, there is no mortal who dares to challenge the mountains.

Kraft, that part of the other world, once felt that the land under his feet was so small that in just a few hundred years, humans felt crowded, and all the magnificent or weird legends had no place to hide under the miracle of technology. Only in the stars there are puzzles waiting to be developed.

But now, he was a little unsure. Something unexplainable happened to him. Two unrelated souls - if they were souls at all, could be mixed together. This is a phenomenon that cannot be explained either there or here, and if you say it, it will only be regarded as the ravings of a madman.

Does this mean that this world actually secretly hides another side of it? That is a more magnificent and chaotic realm, a part that human beings are proud of and have not yet touched by technology.

It was such a mystery that opened a corner in front of Kraft. This corner alone completely changed his life in an unimaginable way and cast sharp doubts on the worldview he had established in his short life.

It is like a small dark cloud that once floated over the heads of the physics community in the twentieth century, like a flaw in the perfect celestial sphere, shattering everything that was unbreakable in the past. A new set of theories is needed to make up for this fatal flaw that is not safe for the whole. .

But now he was standing in front of a crudely made wooden window, and darkness rushed in, swallowing everything in sight. His limited talents are not worth mentioning in the face of such an ignorant and terrifying darkness. Even if he has some professional knowledge that is beyond this world and has no beginning or end, it is an inappropriate dragon-slaying skill here. This is undoubtedly torture.

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

In silence, Kraft stared out the window at the dark world where he could not find his sight. His hearing became sharper after losing his vision. He noticed that there seemed to be a slight sound that broke his meditation.