Chapter 319 Ship
Green was certain Kraft wasn't telling the truth, at least not completely.
No evidence is needed. Anyone who has dealt with this kind 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 they go into places that others are unwilling and rarely set foot on, 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Just like some people believe that there must be unpublished parts of the book "Human Structure", which can sentence the author to prison.
In the same way, Kraft also falls into this category. Although for a while, Green felt that there was a difference between this professor and that professor, as his understanding deepened, his opinion was later revised: a "Morrison with a stronger sense of social identity and a higher moral standard."
This guy couldn't possibly be using "spells" for the first time.
You can vouch for this with 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 the 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 feel that way at the time. There are always some people who perceive the world differently and more profoundly than others, but there is nothing surprising.
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.
Craft, the professor, had no beliefs in gods to subvert, no loyalties to betray, no bigotry to shake. He is flexible, witnesses, understands, and shows considerable habits.
And getting used to it.
That's what worries Green. Only boats will capsize in wind and waves, but rocks will not, because they are deep in the water.
If it was acceptable before, how should we treat this person who just cut something that was too much 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 affirmed 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 churches around him. In his hand, tearing a "thread" was as normal as swinging a sword in another way.
Green's hair stood on end.
When no one knew it, the lake sent a "person" who was approaching those creatures from thinking to strength to the boat.
"You've been 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. Breaking the water.
The rushing lake water intersperses and collides around them, slapping and pulling on the hull. The monks, who had regained their strength, raised their four oars at the same time, fighting against the force that threw them against the rocky protrusion. The water level here is not deep, but it is very fast. You can see the vortexes and siphons caused by the bubbles in the large and small ravines on the bottom of the water.
Compared to the severely bumpy hull, Kraft was obviously more focused on the top. He only looked away when he heard the question, "Yes, I am 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 they are friends or foes in the future, it is almost always right to use condoms while the relationship is still good.
"Looks far away."
"It's not farther than 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 made two circles to prevent them from being thrown out, "But fortunately, they have not been observed to move."
"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, and the vague arrow scratched against the hard surface. The half of the arrow shaft inserted in the bottom of the boat trembled, making a snapping sound.
The bottom of the boat ran aground on the rocky beach where water repeatedly sucked and gushed out, as if it were resting on a clogged blowhole.
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, tripped on the rocky beach, and landed on his hands. Water gushes out from between the rocks, licking between the fingers and flowing over the back of the hand. He holds his palm behind his back and tastes an unusual taste on his skin.
A piece of "gravel" floated up and approached the scratched and bleeding palm. It was almost unnoticed among its kind on the ground.
Just almost. Kraft immediately turned over to avoid it, pulled 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 pieces of similar "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 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 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. In experience, they are never too far away from each other.
They walked along the coast for a while, tapping the ground with their scabbards as they walked, like hunters in the mountains using their sticks to scare away hibernating snakes in advance.
Nothing larger than a human being that can move has been found to exist. But as far as the eye can see, under the rocks on the waterfront, there seems to be something long and streamlined. One end is lying in the water, and the other end was smashed on the rocks during the rough docking process
【A boat】