Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Kraft held his forehead and took a few steps back, cutting off his mental senses and letting the feeling of narrowness come over him.

Thanks to it hovering nearby and taking the initiative to come to the door, the time is well controlled, and the discomfort is at most like being stuffed into the ventilation duct, and the body cannot move in a cramped space.

There is another disadvantage after disconnecting. You have to redistribute other senses that are squeezed out by mental sensory information. It is like being blindfolded and having to understand the surrounding environment through other senses with a lower amount of information.

This sudden redistribution of attention will lead to a strange situation, where the processing of various sensory information switches from automatic to "manual", requiring intentional adjustment of their allocation.

But for now, this switch is not difficult for Kraft, and most of the time it can be completed before losing balance.

In Coop's eyes, the bird-headed man just suddenly became dizzy after being frightened by something, and immediately returned to normal. He checked around and found that except for the two of them, there was no other moving thing passing by just now.

This caused him to have a little self-doubt, whether it was Kraft's problem or whether there was something he couldn't detect.

"Coop, I have to let you know something." Kraft calmed down his emotions while feeling uncomfortable, and told him in a straightforward but serious tone, "Your condition is quite serious."

"Is this so? But I think it's okay."

With a blank face, he didn't understand how he could reach this point after just fetching water from the old well for a few more days. The sleeping time has not changed, but I still wake up at noon, which may be a little early.

Except for that dream, that brief dream that had just developed enough to be recalled in the past two days.

"It's hard for me to explain this to you. Well, Coop, look at me and make everyone else better, no doubt about it, right?"

Coop nodded, he still understood such a simple thing, "Yes, of course, everyone here has to thank you."

With his hands folded in front of him, making a more easy-going gesture, Kraft organized his words and said: "Then do you think I am a trustworthy person?"

This time Coop hesitated for a moment and nodded, "That's right."

He could see Kraft's help to the people who lived here, but he couldn't find a corresponding motive, whether it was to promote something or seek some kind of gain, there was no such thing. It's somewhat suspicious.

"Now, I want to tell you that you are possessed by an evil spirit, and that dream is the means it uses to confuse you."

Coop still understands evil spirits. According to the church, the things wandering in dark corners have evil powers beyond mortal imagination. They use various seemingly harmless benefits to lure people into their trap.

The clowns who covet the bait of illusion often prove the necessity of obeying God's dogma, that is, the holy scripture, time and time again after paying the price of their lives and even their souls.

Naturally, he cannot read the holy scriptures, so most of the time this standard is interpreted by designated people, such as those wearing white robes and rings with wings.

But this is not necessarily true. Who is to say that the person in front of me who acts with mysterious and effective characteristics cannot be counted as an authority in explaining supernatural powers? After all, I heard that Kraft was also a person of considerable status.

The key point is that it makes sense. The abnormal dreams I've been having lately are indeed weird.

"Then... what should I do?" Kupu panicked. Being exposed to evil spirits is not a trivial matter. Losing one's life is not a trivial matter. If not, the soul will be in its hands after death, and he will not be able to return to the kingdom of the Lord. .

What to do? Craft wanted to answer this question, but he didn't have a clue. He didn't know how to remove the locked connection.

According to personal experience, you can only find a place that corresponds to the deep area and is higher than the water surface, and be prepared to go down and fight it to the death. Generally, there is a high probability that you will be deceived directly in its disguise and have no chance to reach the next stage.

It requires extraordinary awareness, the willpower to withstand the roar, and a little bit of force to deal with it for a while. The latter still has the opportunity to exercise, while the former Kraft knows this but does not know why.

So there is only one way.

"I think you need special treatment. To put it simply, it can't be dealt with here. I have to move to a specific place before I can help you."

"But I still have to go to the port every day..."

"You don't need it now. I will provide shelter and food in the next few days. If you continue to live here, the evil spirit will harm the people around you." This is true. The clear improvement in the surrounding areas is lagging behind. It doesn't matter to him, even evil spirits don't believe it.

Coop was still hesitating. It was not an easy decision to let someone he didn't know well take him to cure the evil spirits. Since there are no symptoms at the moment, he doesn't completely trust the other party. Maybe it will be fine after a few days?

"I won't help you hide this matter. Everyone nearby has the right to know that evil spirits exist." Kraft didn't dare to bet on what would happen if Kupp stayed here. If necessary, he could use less Small threats to compliance.

"If I have any reason, it's curiosity, and it makes sense for me to personally handle a case like this."

Kraft ended the narrative with a seemingly reasonable reason, folding his hands in front of him, waiting for Coop's answer.

While Coop was thinking about it, he was also hesitating, but the hesitation was not whether Coop should leave with him, but whether he should and whether he had the right to take some coercive measures when Coop insisted on his own way.

His thoughts even strayed towards some one-and-done solution, but he immediately suppressed it and moved the hand in front of him to hold it behind his back.

He didn't know why he had such an idea. Maybe his patience was worn out by long days of handling, or he found that everything looked like a nail after using a hammer. Fortunately, he had reason to kill it immediately.

"Thank you for your help and may the Lord bless you."

It seemed that Kupp had no intention of refusing, which made Kraft breathe a sigh of relief, "Bring what you need, I'll wait for you here."

"I don't have anything to bring." He shook his head, closed the door of the shed, and left the Salt Tide area with Kraft to go to the house on Elm Street.

To be honest, this is the first "inpatient" patient that Kraft has admitted. Although there is no "hospital" for him to live here, it is in line with the core concept of admitting him to a hospital - he is afraid that he will die outside and harm others, so he wants to find a place where doctors can keep an eye on him all day long.

"This is where you will sleep." Kraft pointed to the bed that had been cleaned of iron nails and sawdust. "This is how it will be from now on."

"Ah? You don't mind?" Seeing that this bed was the only bed here, Coop didn't quite understand where Craft wanted to sleep.

"Of course I don't mind, because I don't sleep. Don't worry, I'll be here watching you tonight."

A large table was placed next to the bed. Kraft pulled a chair and sat behind the table, facing the bed. After thinking for a while, he took out paper, pen and ink, preparing to record this rare example in detail.

One thing was right, he was very curious about this process, after all, he had never observed deep contact from the perspective of a bystander.

As the saying goes, you have come and you have come, and if you don’t remember it, you will not remember it. By the way, can you provide me with the information? What if the same unlucky guy will use it in the future?

In order to prevent the situation from progressing too quickly, some necessary preparations must be made. In Coop's somewhat fearful eyes, the removed bear trap was placed back in front of the window.

For the sake of improvement, this time the fish oil cans were simply placed under the window. Anyway, if it came in, it would crush the cans by itself, and it would be superfluous to throw them away.

These dangerous arrangements and the iron chains across the corridors at the door made Coop feel uneasy. Even though Kraft explained it as a means of exorcism, it did not completely put him at ease.

"I hope you don't have the habit of wandering at night. Of course, I will stop you if you do." Kraft took off his mask, and his too young face made Coop even more panicked. He is young and handsome when it comes to exorcism. Not a plus.

It would make him feel better if he was a priest standing here, but he was not sure how the priest would treat people possessed by evil spirits.

"Oh, by the way, I guess you'll sleep better with this."

A palm-sized wooden carving of a double-winged ring was uncovered, and Craft felt that he was being very considerate by giving him the church's holy emblem for Coop's faith. If you don’t believe in yourself, praying to God can relieve your stress.

Finally, Kraft accepted the offer and invited Coop to dinner at the tavern.

This kind of treatment made Kupu very embarrassed at first. He originally thought that the so-called full board and lodging was just a small place for him to sleep, and some basic black bread, dried fish and the like were provided.

Unexpectedly, I went to have a quite sumptuous meal with the "big shot". After I got back, I had to brag about it with my acquaintances in the Yantide area for a while.

Bread made from refined flour, poultry baked with secret sauce, cream soup, sweet pie, and the most classic grilled fish.

The delicious food diluted the uneasiness and fear in my heart, and even the worries about possible evil spirits were temporarily forgotten. Coop enjoyed a rare feast, with just the right amount of fat and salt to stimulate his taste buds, a taste he couldn't resist.

Until the fifth or even sixth dish was served, Kraft personally went to refill his second glass of beer and asked him if he had any other needs in a familiar manner. Even those who are late-minded can taste it. This meal had a weird smell.

He looked up from the pile of food to the other side of the table. Kraft had just finished eating a small piece of steak and vegetable soup. He took a reserved sip of water and waved to him, saying that he didn't need to worry and just keep eating.

"Don't worry about me. You can have another beer. Just don't get drunk." This blond young doctor behaves quite easy-going when he is not talking about business, and there is no hint of the formidable temperament wearing a beak mask.

"Just tell the boss what you want to eat and I will pay for it together."

Facing a table of food, a very bad association arose in Kupu's rough brain. The unexpected tolerance in this scene was not like treating a person who disobeyed his own prohibition, but treating another identity.

Generally speaking, only one type of person is granted extra tolerance.