Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 131 It seems to be a medicine, not sure, smell it again

After Witchum produced the fourth set of glass instruments, William found the most paid one, and the sailors spent all their money in the service places; the experiment with overly intense sound and light effects finally started to pick up.

"Slow down, slow down." Kraft pressed down on the priest's hand, keeping the flames farther away from the clear bottle.This set of instruments has already used the latest batch of white glass, allowing them to observe the inner workings more clearly.

The heating props have also been replaced with alcohol lamps. Although the flame is not ideal due to the cotton core material, it is much better than candles.

Thanks to the reappearance of the vitriol oil and the high rate of experimental loss, the instrument was upgraded three generations within two weeks, from a special-shaped turbid glass retort to a white glass three-necked flask with a catheter.

The glass craftsman who once served the church made the catheter purely by hand. Under the colorful light projection of the rose window of the church, the senior priest who has served the Lord for more than ten years blessed and consecrated it, and the metaphysical elements are full.

Supplemented by someone's three-legged cat middle school chemistry knowledge guidance, and a total of several operating experiences that have not been used, it proves that metaphysics is not worth half a coin in front of objective practice.

Relying on grinding time, finding the feel, and a little bit of luck plus the probability of accumulation of times, this early amateur laboratory temporarily bid farewell to the explosion and found an ingenious balance.

A very small amount of light, clear liquid is accumulated in a translucent dark glass bottle.

"Take it away, the outer flame is still on the bottom of the bottle, and that circle is the hottest." While controlling the cold water poured on the tube, Kraft also instructed the priest to adjust the flame.

Adrian stabilized his sore arm and moved the lamp down by a finger height.

In the past few days, I found some patterns in the failure. What Kraft asked for was not like alcohol. If the temperature of the distilled wine was high, the product would be less and distilled several times.

He vaguely realized that when the temperature of the bottle was too high, it would form another invisible product, which was probably related to the previous two explosions.

And if the temperature is low, as long as it is not too low, the liquid can still be produced at a speed that is too slow to be observed.

In other words, the temperature is rather low than high.The best idea is to heat up as slowly as possible, prolong the heating process, and consciously reduce heating when there is obvious output, so that the temperature hovers in that mysterious range and at a lower level.

The idea is correct, but the actual operation is very problematic.Adrian will directly distance himself and heat with a part of the flame, and the temperature in his cognition is inversely proportional to the distance from the wick to the bottom of the bottle.

So the truth is that he has been using the inner flame to heat, and when he wants to cool down, he uses the outer flame to heat.

"Pull away, pull away!"

Kraft only discovered this when the two discussed it after the second explosion, and corrected this typically counter-intuitive error.

The priest decided to accept this suggestion, but he would still go against it when he was in a hurry, which was the source of the third explosion.

Under Kraft's meticulous care, the hard work of the past few days has finally borne fruit.Although this fruit is still young, and I'm not sure if it's the one I want.

A small piece of liquid was rippling at the bottom of the bottle, feeling like it was going to float away at any time, he quickly put on the cork to block the alcohol lamp that the priest leaned over to light.

"that's it?"

"That's it... right?" When the alien soul went to school, the only occasions where he could see ether was basically the magical little handkerchief in the film and television drama, which fell down as soon as it was covered.

In the operating room, various emerging and safer anesthesia methods have long replaced this substance. Anesthesiologists will no longer be interrupted by accidents such as hypotension, respiratory depression, airway obstruction, or even electric knife explosion when playing with mobile phones. .

So in fact, Kraft can only remember the written description of the traits, and has very limited understanding of the safe dosage and usage methods.

For the sake of rigor, he needs to do a few animal experiments first to find the dosage range, and then slowly extend it to the human body after maturity.This will be a long and tortuous process, but the right to sleep has indeed been stolen by humans, and it is held in his hands in this small bottle.

The first ether.

"I really don't know when you will be endowed with practicality." Kraft flicked the bottle body, and the glass made a crisp and pleasant jingle.He reluctantly put the bottle into a separate compartment in the cabinet, the conditions of the scene and the dark circles under his eyes did not allow him to continue.

The night was dark, and the church not far away was also quiet, and the midnight bell had sounded for a long time.

The recent lingering nightmares have not dissipated, and Kraft thought of those diseases characterized by recurrent fever. Latent lesions are like insect nests that produce batches of harmful substances and pathogens. Symptoms are the result of its activity. sign.

However, apart from the listlessness caused by lack of sleep, no physical abnormalities were found.

Symptoms created a certain heightened sense of urgency, and working hours increased rather than decreased.Considering that he has no idea how to get rid of this state, he plans to complete the most important content before the possible deterioration.

Kraft capped off the alcohol lamp, left the laboratory with the priest by the moonlight, and went to rest on the first floor—Adrian slept in the bedroom, and he borrowed the lounge chair in the living room.

This is not self-torture, a position suitable for getting up quickly can give the soul holding the sword a sense of security.

"I wish you a sweet dream, Father, let us witness the miracle again tomorrow morning." Kraft put the sword horizontally on the armrest, and said good night to the experiment partner.

Adrian leaned on the door, staring at the scabbard and the scarred face for a while.

"I want to say..."

He wanted to say something about Kraft's recent situation.Including the mental state of exhaustion and excitement, refusing others to approach in sleep, seemingly never-ending experiments, and topics of private conversation when boarding a ship to visit old friends, entrusting him to take care of Kraft.

"I want to say that you are a doctor, and you should be more aware of your physical condition." Adrian felt that there was an unspeakable reason behind the matter.When talking about this matter, William's rare emotional loss of control sticks in his eyes for a long time, like the afterimage of a broken line after looking directly at lightning.

"May Heavenly Father protect you in your dreams." The priest formally drew a circle in front of him, closed the door, and stopped disturbing Kraft's rest.

"Thank you." The person on the recliner nodded to him and closed his eyes quietly.Adrian knew that this was just an appearance, he could always hear strange noises from the living room after falling asleep, with few exceptions.

……

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Kraft opened his eyes and habitually drew the long sword from his waist.

The carapace-growing human figure was dumped in the dust, and the bone plate with the proliferation of the spine replaced the skin to cover the back, canceling the inherent physiological curvature, and merging into a long and curved curve, like a curled insect.

The package was spread out on the ground, and the blades, tweezers, and retractors were neatly arranged. It seemed that he was about to dissect this thing.

From the perspective of the scene, it is very reasonable.There was no one around, no classmates forming a circle to compete with him, and no anatomy teacher suddenly attacking him from behind.The environment is comfortable, even too comfortable.

He looked at the long sword in his hand, wondering why he took out such a heavy and blunt instrument, probably to open the shell?
No, of course it can't be like this, Mr. Jiejie will kill him.Kraft withdrew his long sword, bent down and picked up the scalpel.

The moment he took his eyes off the dissected sample, he heard the sound of a hard carapace sliding on the sandy surface.

The rickety corpse stood up stiffly with its contracted arms that could not be fully extended, and its sunken and hollow face turned to the living.

The hole with jagged edges leads to the inside that devours the light, and the corrupt liquid and a sense of being noticed like a sight flow out of the skull.It stood up and walked towards Kraft. The speed of the walking corpse was almost to deliberately leave time for thinking and escaping.

The burqa billows, obscuring vision.

The coat only had a tie at the collar, and Kraft, who seemed to have no immediate reaction, turned his back to the target and untied the knot, throwing it out to block his view.

Then draw the sword and go out, the clothes that cover the enemy's face will conceal his activities, and the guy who thinks he has succeeded will be strung together with the cloth.

It hit the hard and cold rock with a straight thrust with seven points of force.

Kraft retracted his sword to defend, and the environment was dark. During the fierce reaction, those parts that were outside the narrow range of attention were removed like stage sets and replaced with new ones.The previous step was still in the earth-walled courtyard of the settlement under the crescent moon, and the next step followed by Jianfeng stepped into the Luminous Mine.

Vibrations are transmitted between rock layers like thunder rolling in a cumulonimbus cloud.Terrible force paralleled the sound of the horn, opening the jaw-valve mouthparts to him.

It comes closer than ever, forcing Kraft to evade, to escape by the most direct route, in an abnormal way that transcends the concept of space.

He clenched the polyhedron in his sleeve, aware of the pressing distance, so close that the time left for him to think was compressed to the limit.Consciousness was working, finding out the flaws in the hasty thoughts, and found the source of the comparison of "closer".

【Dream】

"Damn it, stop!" The mental senses reflexively turned on, and before impulsively using the shuttle with all his strength, Kraft got stuck in the process in time.

There was the sound of wooden feet dragging teeth on the ground, and the old tenon joint structure groaned unbearably, the body bounced off the recliner, and the saber fell and hit the foot.The rapid wheezing and coughing wandered in the living room, like the footsteps of ghosts wandering in the middle of the night, stopping suddenly.

In a space where the doors and windows were closed and there was no light, Kraft accurately touched the scabbard that had slid out of the floor a few steps.

【Spiritual senses】

For example, a person awakened from a weightless dream will subconsciously move his hands and feet, and continue the movements in the dream to reality, and he also subconsciously opens the spiritual senses.

Kraft seems to have found an ambiguous "meaning" in these illogical nested dreams.

The spreading spiritual sense combs through its domain, from the foot to part of the space on the second floor, the material structure information is poured into the consciousness no matter whether it is useful or not, which is the reason why the spirit cannot last too long.

He shook his head, taking one last "look," ready to shut down and suffer the side effects.

At the edge of the sensory field, where the laboratory is located on the second floor, the unexpected living animal image made Kraft postpone the closing process.Those were two regular, long strips of articulated stuff, the rest blurred out of range.

【leg? 】

The owner of these two legs walked lightly around the room, and finally walked into the range of spiritual senses.

The figure stopped in front of the cabinet. This thin and flexible figure could not be the priest who got up in the middle of the night to steal wine.

Facing the cabinet full of bottles and cans, he was obviously very puzzled.As for Father Adrian and Kraft, one is too lazy to take care of it, and the other remembers every bottle, and never puts a label or writes a note.

In desperation, the uninvited guests decided to identify them one by one.Starting from the smallest bottle that was placed alone, I opened the stopper, and used a modern identification method to lick it with my finger.

It's a bit sweet, maybe it's what the employer wants, just smell it again to confirm.

(End of this chapter)