Chapter 743 Silent Killer (Part 2)

"But last night was different."

"His penultimate bathroom break in the early morning was about an hour and 40 minutes earlier than usual, when he still had time to sleep before dawn."

"I concluded that the excessive amount of water he drank before going to bed must still be in stock, and there should be a splash 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 threw was 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. No one could make it in time. 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 the lunch boxes today, Kurt."

He still had a lot of cards in his hand, but Wilt had already taken the lead in clearing 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 fully 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. This should be very useful to me in the future."

"Huh? Record schedule? Why would I have that?"

A careless sentence has 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 and savoring the mellow and fragrant French flavor. Wilt's calm expression made him realize that he really wasn't lying, or even that there was 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 didn't know that his expression had changed. Kurt was quite surprised and then spoke subconsciously.

"Could it be that those times you just mentioned, those times accurate to the second, were all written down by your brain without using pen and paper?"

He slowly took a sip of French coffee with sugar cubes at the bottom. Wilt, who had never looked at the French, loved drinking this French drink. In his own words, it is a thousand times better than the German coffee that tastes as bad as horse urine. It is one of the necessary artifacts for him to relax 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 a chance to become someone like Riemann in the future. I thought this was very unreliable. Would that mathematician take pleasure in killing people? The so-called pleasure can only be found when falling from the scope, and when drinking French coffee, even women are not interesting to me. "

"And 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. "

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If Wilt hadn't announced his family name, it would have been hard for Kurt to believe that the man in front of him had almost the same appearance as the "pure Germanic man" described by Dr. Goebbels. His side-parted blond hair could make a girl pregnant and a noble lady unable to sleep. This guy could actually be an orphanage madman who is only interested in killing people and drinking French coffee but scorns women?

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. After that, he would disembowel the prostitutes with those bloody and cruel methods, just because Jack was a child born by a prostitute for the sake of temporary happiness 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 from London to Hamburg.

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.

But in the 67 poker games that lasted for several hours, Kurt never won 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 had a cross necklace around his neck symbolizing faith, didn't want to stay here any longer. He felt that the reason why the previous shot failed was largely due to the problem of the sniper location. To describe it in Chinese, it is "this place is unlucky."

He lifted the lime-gray camouflage cloak covering his body and exposed his body and the weapon with only a small half of the barrel. The left side of the butt was densely engraved with horizontal and vertical lines with his saber. Wilt didn't care whether those whore-raised military academy officers would scold him for damaging the gun.

As long as Russian officers were killed one after another, they could use their heads to shut up those idiots. This is one of the reasons why Wilt is always actively looking for high-value targets.

"The sentry box over there is good. Let's go there. The collapsed bricks can just hide us."

Looking at Wilt's chilling back, Kurt, who felt that he was getting more and more dangerous, muttered in a mosquito-like voice that he could hardly hear, and then followed him and left the room that smelled of corpses.

"I really don't want to be like you"