As Kraft himself thought, he could barely remember what it was like to forget. When thinking, the consciousness wanders in the large library of memory, picking out the required file information, which is not much more difficult than looking up the dictionary according to the first letter.

It is not only memorization, but also means that the efficiency of thinking is improved, and there are faster and more indexes, which is conducive to the formation of a meticulous logical chain.

So when it comes to "forgetting something", it's not about flipping through a book with faded ink in the memory library, it's about the lack of an initial hint for the title to let the consciousness know where it's going and what it's looking for.

In other words, it's not so much about forgetting something as it is about not thinking of something. There is a hole in the big web of thinking, and something that should not be ignored has been leaked in the past, and it is likely to be common sense.

"Help me think about what I've done less." One of the characteristics of many mentally ill people is that they lack self-awareness and are completely unaware of what is wrong with them. At this time, self-examination is unreliable, but the abnormalities reflected in the behavior do exist and can be observed by others.

He needs a "teleprompter" to awaken memories and give ideas for tracing.

"Uh, you mean the ore?" William took back his bottle of spirits and took a sip, feeling the wonderful taste moisten and burn the tongue, and after swallowing, it heated in the abdomen, as if a steady stream of heat poured out of it, dispelling the chill in the bone marrow.

He shook the bottle slightly, and Kraft used it with restraint, and there was a lot of liquor left in it.

Although alcohol has been used for a long time to prevent and treat diseases, it is still too heart-wrenching to use it in large quantities to clean wounds.

"Of course not." Kraft put his hand in his pocket, the ore was lying inside, just a sample, and since the old mine was now knocked open, he could pick it up again at any time if he lost it, "It should be done now, or soon." ”

"For example?" After two sips of wine, the slightly drunk spirit settled down, and William felt that the small wounds on his face that had been scraped by the stone chips were not so painful, and his hands were no longer shaking.

The fear of the deep earth has dissipated slightly, and I no longer have the illusion of trembling from time to time, and I always feel that the ground under my feet is not stable, and there are huge objects wandering in the rock and soil, and they will break through the soil at any time.

For the time being, wine provides a false and necessary soothing environment, even if not as reassuring as returning to one's own ship.

Seeing Kraft's suspicious look, he handed the bottle out, "Take a sip?" ”

"Nope." Kraft pushed the bottle away and continued to think about what he had forgotten, wine was not a good thing for thinking, at least not for him.

No matter how many times, William felt unreasonable for this kind of behavior of not cherishing the wine, and after being refused, he turned his hand and passed the wine to Koop, which was considered a benefit for the wounded, "Okay, Koop, do you want to take a sip?" It should make your injuries better. ”

Koop took the wine and took a tentative sip.

"Ahem!" As with the first attempt, the most people who had drunk the beer were not easily accustomed to the flowing flames, and the irritating cough pulled at the wound in the lower back, and there was another tearing pain, as if the freshly coagulated blood scab had broken again.

But Koop took some inspiration from it. He clutched his waist and looked up and down for a while, and found the only place in Kraft that he felt disobedient.

"You're hurt?"

"Yes, but it's not a big problem." Kraft replied casually, touching his bandaged chin. The maxillofacial neck is rich in blood vessels, and it looks scary when injured, but fortunately, it is not deep enough to hurt the large blood vessels.

Now there is only a little pain left, and it rises and falls with the breath close to the trachea.

In between pains, the consciousness gathers attention, sifting through what it sees, from the sheathed sword, to the instrument box, to the money bag, and it is really impossible to think of anything that needs to be dealt with urgently.

It's like looking for glasses while wearing glasses, or looking for a phone with a mobile phone, but the confusion is deeper and it's harder to get out on your own. It's just that there are some people around who can't help.,It seems that his behavior anomaly hasn't been prominent enough to be obvious.。

"Have you met the infidels too? Or is that thing? "Neither is like the cause of the injury; The former doesn't have this level, and the latter doesn't look like a whole corpse as long as it is rubbed.

"Neither, yes......" Craft couldn't figure out how to describe the creature that hurt him, mixing a bunch of faces with insect features? The tip of the arthropod cut into the skin, and he almost thought it would take the whole face away, but in the end, good distance control greatly reduced the cost.

He brewed for a while, did not describe its appearance, his hand unconsciously stretched out, took the spirit, the overflowing smell reminded him of the days when there was no povidone-iodine solution, and the disinfection of alcohol cotton balls was really painful.

"What, changed your mind? Trust me, take a sip, you're just too serious at times, like an old-fashioned priest. "It seems that as long as he is next to William for a day, he will not hear less about the tireless Amway.

Pain】

Now, Kraft needs to make that deep feeling a little clearer.

Pressing the bleeding gauze, the strongest sensation in the body, the most important warning message, became an effective teleprompter, the pain was like an iron drill from the wound straight into the brain, and the proportion of trauma in the mind increased, becoming an unavoidable part.

"Damn it, wound!"

Kraft quickly untied the knot and loosened the shortly wrapped cotton bandage. He had just insisted on debridement of Coop and Peter's wounds, but the third man with deep wounds was ignored, and he was looking for glasses in an oolong.

After being injured by an arthropod of unknown composition, the otherworldly soul engraved with a sterile consciousness actually only carried out a simple cleaning and temporary bandaging at the first time, and did not even think to carefully examine the wound with spiritual senses.

Is it a normal omission?

Consciousness thinks less. Day after day of repeated emphasis and practice have formed a habit solidified in life, coupled with memory reinforcement, if these things can still be forgotten, I am afraid that only brain degeneration will find him in advance.

Without adequate rest, Kraft forcibly turned on his mental senses, thin-slice scan-like mental filtering through the cortex and muscles, infiltrating red and black blood crusts, and finding no obvious anomalous embeddings.

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It may be that he is overthinking. Like a clean blade, the arthropod emerges from the shadows, causing a wound that leaves no burr in the tissue.

Of course, it may also be that it is too late, and forgetting has caused him to miss the best time to observe, and the factors that affect his cognition have long been hidden.

Or worse, there was never a chance. He traced the movements of the arthropods. What if it was a wounded arthropod? Like a bleeding wound that infects a patient, transmitting in contact something that is unobservable to both the naked eye and the mental senses?

It may be that we have now entered the early stages of the course of the disease, with a slight change in consciousness as a prodrome and an unknown consequence growing in the body.

"Go back to Comfort Harbor as soon as possible. If anything happens, I'm going to finish it before then. The liquor drenched the cotton cloth and wiped the wound, and Kraft gritted his teeth to finish cleaning.

He didn't know what was going on, but he knew what he was here for.