"In the early morning, he went to the toilet for the second to last time about an hour and 40 minutes earlier than usual. At that time, there was still time before dawn to sleep again."
"I concluded that the excessive amount of water he drank before going to bed must still be in stock, and there should be a leak of urine next. Although this would not happen to normal people, it is different for him."
Wilt told Kurt these words on a pile of playing cards on the table in the camp. Kurt was holding a cigarette in his mouth. Wilt, who had never smoked, was holding a toothpick cut from a twig.
The next card he throws out is the king.
"The last time he went to the toilet killed him. It was much later than the last time he went to the toilet. It had reached the point where the sun had almost peeked out. But the remaining darkness was still enough for us to retreat. The Russians' night
The patrol had just left the place where he peed and headed east. If there were no gunshots today, the Russians who had finished the night patrol could probably sleep well for three or four hours, maybe two hours, because no one would be able to catch up.
Come and catch us as soon as the gunfire goes off."
Kurt was sucked in by the story told by Wilt and was fascinated by it. He had no idea that the poker cards in his hand had basically reached the point where Wilt was leading him by the nose.
"Queen! Killer! You wash today's lunch box, Kurt."
He still had a lot of cards in his hand, but Wilt had already taken the lead in clearing out his inventory and won the victory. Fortunately, this almost led-by defeat was not a loss for Kurt.
He reached out and took the cards that had been shuffled into a pot of porridge on the table. Following the principle that the loser should be responsible for shuffling the cards, Kurt honestly did what he was supposed to do. Some of the questions in his mind that had not yet been completely answered were sorting out his thoughts.
After that, he blurted out slowly and slowly.
"Can you give me your recording schedule? Wilt, I want to learn your tactics, which should be very useful to me in the future."
"Huh? Record schedule? Why would I have that?"
A careless sentence creates a huge contrasting effect between the speaker's unintentional intention and the listener's intention.
Holding an iron vat of freshly brewed French coffee in his hand, he was slowly blowing the steam rising from the surface, savoring the mellow and fragrant French flavor. Wilt's calm expression was high-speed, and he was really not lying.
, there is even no need to lie at all.
The originally smooth shuffling action in Kurt's hand suddenly stopped. The two cards he held between his thumb and index finger happened to be "King" and "Queen". He had no idea that his expression had changed.
Kurt was quite surprised and then spoke subconsciously.
"Could it be that...could it be that the times you just mentioned, those times that are accurate to the second, were all written down by your brain without using pen and paper...?"
He slowly took a sip of the French coffee with sugar cubes in the bottom of the cup. Wilt, who had never looked directly at the French, loved drinking this French drink. In his own words, it was more like a horse than that.
The German coffee, which tastes as bad as urine, is a thousand times better. It is one of the necessary tools for him to relax himself and regain his ideal state on the battlefield.
"The eldest sister who took care of me in the orphanage said that I was very talented in mathematics and that I would have the opportunity to become a person like Riemann in the future. I thought this was very unreliable. Would that mathematician take pleasure in killing people? I can only hunt for prey.
When you fall down from the scope...oh, and you can only find the so-called pleasure when you drink French coffee, even women don't interest me."
"Besides, don't do math problems on the battlefield, it will kill you, Kurt. It's the stupidest way to die. Trust me, maybe the Russians will spit on your body and call you a fool.
"
"...."
If Wilt hadn't announced his family status, Kurt would have found it hard to believe that the man in front of him was almost identical in appearance to the "pure Germanic man" described by Dr. Goebbels. His side-parted blond hair could make a girl pregnant and make a lady unable to sleep.
A guy who is only interested in killing people and drinking French coffee but scorns women... Orphanage maniac?
Kurt had heard the story of the famous British serial killer "Jack the Ripper" in 1888.
There is a saying that Jack is a handsome gentleman who is loved by women. He can lure prostitutes into his bloody trap without spending any money just by his appearance and demeanor. Then he will use those bloody and cruel methods to lure prostitutes into his bloody trap.
The prostitutes disembowel Jack because Jack was born to a prostitute for a moment of pleasure and no one wanted him, so he grew up in an orphanage.
When Jack grew up, he came back to take revenge on those whores and bitches, just like he took revenge on his own mother.
Unable to control himself, he accidentally made the King and Queen cards fly out of his hand with his thumb. Kurt looked at the person in front of him who was already very familiar to him but suddenly felt quite strange. He couldn't help but want to ask.
Asked if Wilt’s ancestors were British-Germans who moved to Hamburg from London.
But after thinking for a while with trembling hands, Kurt, who felt a little inexplicably scared, gave up the idea that made his back feel cold. He always kept in mind his mother's words: "Never mess with weird people."
"If so, Wilt is obviously a weirdo.
The game continued as usual after Wilt took the initiative to retrieve the king and queen cards.
It's just that in the 67 poker games that lasted for several hours, Kurt was never able to win another one, or in other words, he simply didn't dare to win another one.
The missed shot failed to kill the prey but frightened Malashenko so much that he retreated into the tank and temporarily stopped showing his head.
Wilt, who wore a necklace symbolizing a cross of faith around his neck, did not want to stay here any longer. He felt that the missed shot just now was largely due to a problem with the sniper site. To describe it in Chinese
It means "this land is unlucky".
Wilt opened up the lime-gray camouflage cloak covering himself to reveal his body and the weapon with only half of the barrel exposed. The entire left side of the gun butt was densely covered with horizontal and vertical lines with a saber. Wilt would not
He doesn't care if those son-of-a-bitch officers who came from military schools will scold him for damaging his guns.
As long as Russian officers are killed one after another, those idiots can be silenced with their heads. This is one of the reasons why Wilt is always actively looking for high-value targets.
"The guard box over there is good. When we go there, the collapsed bricks can hide us just right."
Looking at Wilt's chilling back, Kurt, who felt that he was getting more and more dangerous, muttered something in a low voice like a mosquito that he could barely hear, and then followed his footsteps and left this place.