Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Lucius came to have lunch and left immediately. Perhaps because he felt that he was not helpful, he only ate two portions and left in a hurry.

The checkout was, of course, handled by Kraft. After chatting with his boss for a while, he returned to the attic, picked up the stack of paper again, put it in the sun, and used arrows to mark the shrinking trend of the light-colored area around the blue dot representing Koop.

"I still don't seem to feel at ease." Kraft showed a little obsessive-compulsive disorder. He is the kind of person who feels like he didn't fill in the question sheets after every exam, and the more he thinks about it, the more uncomfortable he becomes.

Today's nap was in vain. Picking up the box and putting on the mask, Kraft pushed the door open and walked toward the salt tide area.

Today's business is over, I don't want to know what is going on with this thing, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep. It's like a thorn piercing the skin. It's not very painful, but the small sting that comes from time to time makes you restless.

In order to appease his restless heart, he set out with a little patience that had not been worn away by the complicated investigation.

After many days of traveling back and forth, he became accustomed to traveling here, and the narrow and winding roads no longer hindered his pace. He nimbly avoided wooden beams and stepped over piles of debris, even more familiar than the locals.

Without Lucius, who couldn't walk fast anyway, Kraft's speed increased and he headed straight for the goal along the map in his mind.

Soon, he arrived at his destination, the light-colored area on the map.

After a little discernment of the direction, I decided to start by verifying Lucius's guess. Go visit Coop first and sacrifice your precious nap time to talk to him. Maybe there is something unspeakable?

In the past, most of my visits to this area were late, so there were not many opportunities to learn more about it.

Hoping to have a more candid exchange, Kraft knocked on Coop's door. This is a relatively small shack in a salt-tide area. The owner has lived alone for a long time and has no intention of expanding. He has left a rare open space on both sides, but it is also filled with all kinds of debris.

"Dong dong dong."

The knocking on the door was very restrained, lasting only three times, and had quite a rhythm. The residents nearby were probably used to it during this time. If you don't open the door, you will soon hear a voice calling the owner's name.

"Coop, are you at home? I have something I want to talk to you about alone." Kraft shouted inward. Quite a few people in the salt tide area had poor hearing, and sometimes they had to raise their voices.

Looking at the height of the sun above his head, he saw that it was not yet noon, but it was not early either. If Kupp's recovery was similar to others, it was not necessarily that he had gone out by now.

"Coop?" he called tentatively again.

"Oh, Mr. Craft?"

The sound came from the side, and the wooden door of the neighbor's house was pushed open. An older woman heard the sound and pushed the door open.

"Are you looking for Coop?"

"Yes, but it's not a big deal." Kraft gave up calling the door, recalled the memory of the last time he came here, and naturally entered the follow-up state, "Your grandson's hand didn't hurt anymore, right?"

The last time this child was dragged out by his anxious father, when he discovered that something had been torn, his elbow had been hurting for a long time, to the point where he couldn't move at all.

If it were given to the few guys in the salt tide area who "know some medical skills", the standard procedure would probably be to apply some strange ointment, and the child's hand would be completely ruined.

Fortunately, Kraft happened to come back for a visit. When I heard this, I couldn't be more familiar with it. The child's elbow pain caused by forceful pulling is a typical subluxation of the radial head. It is a classic manual reduction.

It's rare to encounter a disease that is easy to bully, how can you let it go? Just press it smoothly, pull, rotate and bend the elbow. Before you know it, the pain disappears after the reset. The child stares blankly at such a set of operations, and the movement is unimpeded. It has the charm of being healed by the touch of the protagonist in a sacred story.

If I can’t cure a serious illness, I can’t cure you? It has to be said that this allowed Kraft to gain a little bit of confidence in the long-term suffering of salt tide zone complications, and effectively won the trust of the family.

When Kraft asked about this, the old woman's wrinkled face showed a smile, "No, of course not, thank you very much."

Kraft did not ask for payment from them. Out of simple thoughts, since she came to see Coop, she wanted to provide some help within her ability, so that she could ask for help next time if she had a minor illness.

"If you are in a hurry to find this kid, I have a way to see what he is doing."

She led Kraft around the large pile of debris and turned to the backlit side of the shed. Under Kraft's surprised gaze, she directly pushed a board that seemed to be nailed firmly in, and half of her body High vulnerabilities are just exposed.

"Ah? How do you know this?"

"My son gave him this board. Sure enough, this lazy guy is so lazy that he can't even muster the strength to nail it." Her tone was full of disdain for the neighbor. "He's too lazy to do anything and gets up late."

He couldn't stop talking. The old woman pointed to a dark corner inside, probably a place on the floor, to show Kraft, "To say that everyone is getting better now, he still has to wake up at noon. I think he is I'm used to sleeping, so if one person has enough to eat, the whole family won't be hungry..."

"Yeah." Kraft responded, already mentally recording the neighbor's evidence.

"It will take a while for you to wait for him to wake up, but you have to be careful with this guy. He doesn't work hard and there are many ways for him to cheat..." She muttered and went back. She couldn't stand this neighbor. look like.

"Okay, okay, thank you, this is really a big help." Now that it was confirmed that the person was at home, Kraft pulled the board back to its original position and waited at the door.

It didn't take long, probably less than half an hour subjectively, when the sound of rustling activity came from inside. Kraft knocked on the door again.

"Who is it, so early in the morning!" The man in the room complained and opened the door, dissatisfied that someone disturbed him as soon as he woke up. However, when he opened the door and saw the person in front of him, his casual expression immediately calmed down.

"Ah, is it Mr. Craft? I didn't know it was you."

"It's me, can you excuse me for a moment? I have something to ask you, it might be very important." He said the same opening remarks as usual, but the voice behind the beak mask was slightly heavier and less friendly. It has a more serious meaning.

The last time Kupp felt like this was in front of the priest, and he was asked, "Are you guilty?" He was so frightened that he even told him that he had taken away half a piece of bread from the person who worked with him a month ago. As a result, the priest strictly ordered him to eliminate his sins. Avoid going to hell by going to church and giving sincerely.

His eyes wandered, and he hesitated to spell out "Of course."

"Then I thank you in advance, Coop. This issue may be related to the safety of more people, and they live around you." Kraft put pressure on him.

The topic changed, "But generally speaking, if most problems are dealt with early, they won't have too bad an impact."

Coop nodded quickly to express his understanding. Kraft could guess from his expression that there must be something wrong. The only difference was the size.

"First of all, what I want to ask is, what you told me recently about how you felt when you woke up, is it possible that you misremembered a lot because you were sleepy?"

"I didn't..." Coop wanted to deny it without thinking.

Kraft took a step forward, and the tip of his beak almost poked his forehead, stopping him. "Don't worry, think about it again. There is also a second question, have you ever had any form of dream? Think about it carefully. .”

The bird's head with red lenses was slightly tilted, as if he was moving his neck. He was already much taller than Coop, which put a lot of pressure on him.

Coop lowered his head to avoid looking, but saw that the black-gloved left hand was intentionally or unintentionally placed on a raised object under the black robe. He had heard that the doctor carried a sword with him, and those who claimed to have seen it boasted that it was a weapon so terrifying that it could cut a man in two against a wooden wall.

"Think again, I have a lot of time today."

It was a gentle statement, but the tone sounded like, "You don't have much time left."

Finally, under pressure, Kupp seemed to have weighed the pros and cons, and finally managed to say: "Come to think of it, I might have fallen asleep."

"Tell me more specifically." Kraft nodded. This exchange was frank.

"The time I woke up was a little early at first, but then... it stayed the same. It's still close to noon now." When he said this, he was confused and frightened. He could see the improvement of the neighbors around him. The only anxiety is that I am different and can’t tell.

Good guy, I agree with what my neighbor said. I didn’t tell the truth before. Simply recall, those big swings back and forth between getting up early and getting up late are all made up. But he knew the problem himself, so why didn’t he talk about it?

The silence behind the mask was interpreted by Coop as a sign of sullenness, and he quickly continued to confess: "Maybe it's because I went to fetch water from that well a few times for convenience. It's definitely not that I don't believe you, but I just think it doesn't matter... …”

"Huh?!" As soon as these words came out, Kraft couldn't hold back at all, "How is that possible? Isn't that place sealed long ago?"

It turned out that this guy was lazy and went to the old well to draw water privately because of the convenience of being close. Afterwards, the situation was repeated, and Kraft was afraid that Kraft would see something to blame him, so he did not dare to tell the truth.

"In the first few days, they insisted on dragging me along to seal it. I secretly kept it... and then it was completely blocked." Seeing Kraft's anger, Kupp also confessed the rest.

Kraft knew about this, so he first asked a few people who lived nearby to pick up boards and nail them up, and also checked them. Later, after seeing the improvement, the residents spontaneously piled the poisonous well with earth and rocks into a large earth bag. Unexpectedly, this guy took advantage of that little gap to fetch water for a few more days.

[Restrain, restrain, don’t get angry...]

Kraft tried his best to comfort himself, suppressed his rising anger, and asked in a calm tone: "Besides you, is there anyone else?"

"No, I'm the only one who knows about it. I haven't told anyone. I only used it three times when there were few people." Coop felt that Kraft didn't have any intention of taking action for the time being, so he told another matter that he had been holding back for a long time. Come clean.

"I seem to be able to dream recently, but they are all short-lived. The only one I vaguely remember was at home..."

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