Green was certain Kraft wasn't telling the truth, at least not completely.
No evidence is needed. Anyone who has dealt with this type of people for a long time will come to a similar conclusion: a group of well-disguised aliens. The greatest joy in life is to find out the roots of certain taboos. And the more unwilling others are, the less likely they are to get involved.
The more they like it.
For these people, they don't even need to benefit from it, they simply regard the answer and even the process of studying as a reward.
If they are occasionally willing to reveal something about the research at hand, it only means that the real progress has been at least one or two steps beyond.
Just like some people believe that there must be unpublished parts of the book "The Structure of the Human Body", which can sentence the author to prison.
In the same way, Kraft also belongs to this type of person. Although for a while, Green felt that there was a difference between this professor and that professor, his view was later revised as his understanding deepened: a "social identity comparison"
Morrison, who is strong and has relatively high moral standards."
There's no way this guy is using "spells" for the first time.
I can guarantee it with many years of experience, absolutely not. In fact, he should have noticed it a long time ago, from the conflict in the darkness when they first met, to his subsequent behavior when he was chased in the mausoleum maze.
It is separated from concepts such as night vision and intuition. It is more like having another eye, hanging "above", looking down from an angle that is not blocked by darkness, walls and other obstacles.
That kind of observation is a bit creepy to think about.
Of course, he didn't think so at the time. There are always some people who perceive the world differently and more profoundly than others, but there's nothing surprising about it.
This is also the reason why he is willing to cooperate with them. It is always good to cooperate with "ordinary people" who have a moral bottom line. Regardless of whether the other party believes in Heavenly Father or not, they all have similar views and it is easy to reach an agreement.
But this place was different. He felt that this place was alive. When a person walked into its stone cavity and flowing digestive juices, the surface was digested, some of the inner things were exposed, some were intensified or changed, and finally disappeared.
What came out was strange, but they all thought they were still themselves.
Kraft, this professor has no belief in gods to subvert, no loyalty to anyone to betray, and no paranoid ideas to shake. He is flexible, witnesses, understanding, and shows considerable habits.
And I am getting used to it.
This is what Green is worried about. The boat will capsize in the wind and waves, but the reef will not because it is deep in the water.
If it was acceptable before, then how should we treat this person who just cut in half something that was too much to appear in a nightmare in front of everyone?
Green couldn't find a trace of surprise when they looked at each other. He could probably guess what the other party was thinking: observe, understand, and then apply. Is there any problem with this?
At first this seemed like a typical academic fallacy, taking something theoretical and putting it into practice.
But he couldn't even describe exactly what he understood, but he was certain that that understanding made everything reliable.
In his mind, the cause and effect were all obvious, but he couldn't explain it clearly to the ordinary people and the church around him. In his hand, tearing a "thread" was as normal as swinging a sword in another way.
Greene is horrified.
When no one knew it, the lake sent a "person" who was approaching those creatures from thinking to strength to the boat.
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"You were looking up there."
The ship sailed into the reef group. It was different from the previous landing. This place was not a shallow water area surrounding a giant pillar. The shape of the rocks was also different. They were tilted toward the outer circle. They were also taller and more rugged, with bones piercing through them.
Break the water.
The rapid water of the lake pierced around them, colliding, slapping and tugging at the hull. The monks who had recovered their strength set up four oars at the same time to fight against the force that threw them towards the rocky protrusions.
The water level here is not deep, but it is very fast. You can see large and small ravines on the bottom of the water, and the swirl and siphon shown by the bubbles between the cave entrances. The bottom does not seem to be a whole piece, but a large amount of broken rock is accumulated.
Compared to the severely bumpy hull, Kraft was obviously more focused on the top. He only looked back when he heard the question, "Yes, I'm looking at those 'stars'."
"Is there anything special?" Brother Wadding was a little curious, or he was curious about Kraft as a whole.
With the idea that "since Green didn't say anything, it probably wouldn't be a big problem", he took the initiative to chat with Kraft.
In fact, he didn't quite understand why his partner seemed to have figured out something and suddenly became taciturn. At least he was quite interested in that strange power, even if it was not in line with the doctrine.
Regardless of whether we are friends or foes in the future, it is almost always right to use condoms while the relationship is still good.
"It seems far away."
"It's not as far as you think. As long as the 'stars' are willing, they can fall on our heads within three breaths." Kraft changed his position, approaching the side of the ship where it was easier to observe, and wrapped a thick rope around his hand.
They circled it twice to prevent them from being thrown out, "But fortunately, they have not been observed to move so far."
"Say less, we are preparing to go ashore..." Green always felt that every word he said was like an ominous prophecy.
The underwater rocks quickly rose to a height close to the surface of the water. The vague arrow scraped against the hard surface and made a sound. The half of the arrow shaft inserted in the bottom of the boat trembled, making a snapping sound.
The bottom of the boat was sucking repeatedly, and the water flowed out of the rocky beach and it ran aground, as if it had stopped on a blocked air hole.
There are many steep rock clusters that slope outward, and there are some regular niche-like depressions on the surface. They are obviously artificial traces. There is no way to know what was placed inside. They were probably hollowed out by the rising and falling lake water.
Kraft stepped out of the boat a little weakly, stumbled on the rocky beach, and landed on his hands. Water gushes out from between the rocks, licking his fingers and flowing over the back of his hands. He holds his palms behind his back and feels something unusual on his skin.
the taste of.
A piece of "gravel" floated up and approached the bruised and bleeding palm. It was almost unnoticed among its kind on the ground.
Just almost. Kraft immediately turned over to avoid it, picked up the scabbard and knocked it out a few steps away. Under the stone skin that was knocked open, a dark and pale color was revealed.
Before making the next move, the thing used the software below to turn over the gravel and drilled deeper into the rocky beach.
As if they were frightened, several similar pieces of "gravel" disappeared from their eyes after a small rustling sound.
"I have to say, the ecology of this place is quite good." The cold joke to ease the atmosphere was not very successful. God knows how many Dunling water snails are lurking on the stone beach.
"The good news is that we are definitely in the right place, just be careful."
These dangerous little things did not blend into the lake bed, but gathered here in groups. There is no reason why.
"Do you mind if I take some samples back later? The two from last time may not be enough."
"As long as you can go back, you can make a tank." Green looked around vigilantly, looking for other bigger things hidden in the fog. From experience, they are never too far away from each other.
They walked along the coast for a while, tapping the ground with their sword scabbards as they walked, like hunters in the mountains using their sticks to scare away hibernating snakes in advance.
I didn't find anything larger than a human being that could move. But as far as the eye could see, under the rocks on the waterfront, there seemed to be something long and streamlined in outline. One end was lying in the water, and the other end was in the water.
It was smashed on the rocks during the rough docking process.