Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 134 Stranger (End of Volume)

【Suspension】

A wooden sign hangs at the entrance of the most watched clinic in Port of Consolation recently, breaking up the long queue in the early morning into a noisy crowd.

"Yes, yes, the doctor is not feeling well today, please come back." The man with the hammer hanging from his waist forcefully pushed the crowd away, but the deliberately suppressed volume could not reach the entire crowd, and the nails under the robe It also lacks a deterrent effect on this group of sea madmen.

He began to rejoice that after receiving the bonus, he didn't spend it on meaningless consumption like sailors, but bought some relatively light armor, including buckle-fixed breastplate and armguards, which were often provided for people who needed protection but needed protection. A group of mercenaries who want to be easy to carry.

The starting point is to learn lessons from actual combat, but the first time it played a role was to help him gain an advantage in physical collisions.

In fact, if it were not for the attitude of the owner of the clinic, the situation would have gotten out of control long ago.The restive patients are mainly sailors, and their stay here is limited, and the next visit may be several months later, which is unacceptable to them.

It is already difficult to confirm how the news spread.In the beginning, it was probably the legendary captain William the Beard who found the treasure in the southern hills, and promoted his friend's new clinic while recruiting manpower.

In Port of Solace, news spread in two extremes.The uninteresting content stops where it is generated, even if there is no barrier of half-face curtains, it is impossible to go out of the room; once there is a suitable port and caters to the rigid needs that the public cares about most, it will become very interesting. penetration.

Some ants-like gossip ran between cups and plates and beds, drilled through wooden partitions and window lattices, dug through stone and brick walls, and spread from one house to another on the streets decorated with poor-quality glass.

In the end, these nonsensical rumors were put on the table, and they tended to become hot spots following the treasure hunt incident.

Several of the guys who flaunted their toughness with their wounds were exposed within days, pointing to the same rumored clinic.

And those who had the idea of ​​taking a risk with the news gathered at the door of a ridiculously clean shop on the edge of the city, becoming witnesses or witnesses, and spreaders of the news.

【The one who takes away the disease in sleep】

There is no more consolation Jokes like Hong Kong's first fast knife hand and the second fast knife hand, barbers, times have changed!
Hearsayers asked the patients endlessly, and those who came back from the experience also answered them repeatedly: Yes, it is exactly the same as the rumors, or even better.

It meets all the fantasies of high-end places: the environment is as clean as a church floor, first-class white glassware, wasting expensive spirits to clean the skin, unknowingly serious illness notifications, and a process full of rituals, and finally you can get An incomprehensible paper certificate to go back and brag.

And the most important point - accept the price within the range.The cost of treatment is set at a level higher than that of peers, but not too high to be unaffordable.

There is no need to go into details about how Kraft cut costs.The core technology of medical consumables is all in hand. The supplier of glass equipment is an old acquaintance Witchem, and the labor costs are basically on their own. Maybe only the metal equipment is made in the blacksmith's shop, and the house is bought with money.

Maybe that's what's causing Koop's tough situation right now.He tried his best to block wave after wave of crowds. Those who explained clearly inside could not get out, and those who hadn't heard outside could not come in. He experienced the working experience of the front desk of the hospital in advance.

If it hadn't been foresighted to order Yvonne to close the gate inside, it is estimated that he would have been squeezed into the clinic by the crowd with the door panel.

This was a completely sudden incident, and he couldn't even explain the reason to the patient who made an appointment yesterday, because he himself couldn't understand what caused the scene he saw last night.

While the deeds of the miraculous doctor who "takes away the pain in a dream" are widely spread in the outside world, only a few people around the "miracle doctor" who are most familiar with him know that this legendary figure in Comfort Hong Kong is being troubled by dreams.

It seems to be some kind of corresponding price. The person who will be given the ability to sleep has lost sleep for a long time.

At first, it was Cooper who noticed his extraordinary energy, the blade and the nib were alternately running in his hand, the ink and the blood merged, and Kraft resumed the habit of staying with the manuscript until late at night in the academy.

In addition to the endless work, what is most relevant to the retinue is the increased academic burden.Kraft was actually able to spare time to supervise them to speed up their learning process, and tried to expose the two to watch content that was obviously a bit skipped, such as the latest anesthesia operation.

But soon some unsettling tendencies came to light, and these things had already been revealed, from the conversation on the ship about the combination of past experiences and dreams, to the instructions not to be disturbed by any approach while sleeping.

Although Kraft was still meticulously executing his elaborate, ritualistic process during the day, repeated and increasingly frequent redactions in the manuscript showed that he was not as good as he said.

Not to mention the sudden noise from the master bedroom next door in the middle of the night, it was definitely not caused by rats that had not been expelled when they moved in.

When Kraft moved out of the master bedroom and announced to them that he would rest in the room on the first floor for convenience, even Yvonne, who had a good night's sleep and had no chance to hear strange noises, noticed something strange.

But no one would question anything here. The two only knew that Kraft rolled up the quilt and slept in a small corner room on the first floor farther away, and had the habit of locking the door behind him.

And those late-night noises also followed Kraft's movement, disappearing from the next door like a swarm of rats migrating, and instead haunted the shadows under the stairs.Several times Kupp looked anxiously at the source of the sound, but the unlit pacing made the outstretched feet retract.

In the salty and cold night, the sea breeze can't wake up the drowsy consciousness and eyes. Kupu vaguely feels that the darkness between the corridors has a sense of layering similar to that of the southern hills at night. The scene on the first floor of the hotel was volatile.

He wasn't sure if it was the night blindness Kraft had mentioned, or something other than vision.This feeling was interrupted by another sudden noise of wooden furniture bumping and shifting, followed by the sound of pacing in the dark, which lasted all night.

No matter what Kraft was doing, anyway, he would not relax his legs and feet when he was tired of writing manuscripts.

Kraft noticed the decline in his daytime work status and apologized for the disturbance at night, but still didn't mean to explain further.And Kupp knows that what makes him restless and sleepless is not the dispensable sound after the noise reduction of the door panel and wall, but a certain... atmosphere behind it that can only be felt intuitively.

Kupp tried to communicate with Yvonne, who was obsessed with the new course. The girl didn't have much sympathy for it at all. She just felt that giving up the big bedroom was not convenient. It was just a superficial reason that was not a reason.

This act of explaining for the sake of explaining does not justify the act, as Kraft's scholarly narrative takes hold.

He hesitated whether to ask about this matter, whether it was necessary to ask himself, and what kind of identity and position did he use to ask, was it just to solve doubts about issues that he didn't need to know?

Tangled thoughts finally ushered in an end.

Last night, during another sleepless moment, Coop heard the familiar and unaccustomed startling sound downstairs, only this time it was shorter...and more intense.

He heard the breath that seemed to come from another world exploding in his ears, like dark water breaking through a weak dam, gushing out from the wall under his feet.

Without caring about anything else, Kupp jumped up from the bed and came to the stairs.On the first floor with the doors and windows locked, extensive and uncommon sense image changes are taking place in the dark and unclear space, and a layer of specious and double-image-like layers is like melted grease covering things.

Rubbing his bleary eyes with his fingers, trying to refocus them, the hallucinatory phenomenon didn't go away, but intensified.

Consciousness has to admit that this is what happened in reality. With the room on the edge of the first floor as the center, the scene in a small area has blurred and shifted to varying degrees.

It looks like two sheets of drawing paper are forcibly pasted together, the handwriting on the latter sheet is printed on the previous sheet, and the extra blurred strokes make the originally identifiable content complicated and unfamiliar.

Some kind of force that he can't understand is driving this process, bringing another damp, dark, and scarce layer closer to the present world, and the similar but different contents on the two oil paintings are transforming into an indeterminate form and interpenetrating each other

The object was subjected to chaotic forces in the unstable interlacing, like a semi-solid paste in a storm being pulled out of a sharp stalactite-like elongation and deformation.

This force is uneven and spreads out from a central point in an explosive manner.Regardless of containers, tables, chairs, or walls, the asynchronous transformation makes each part of the object in a different state. They are raw eggs smashed into a bowl, stirred frantically, and gradually disjointed and collapsed.

Kupp saw with his own eyes that the gaps in the wall were swallowed by undulating folds, the long necks of the glass containers twisted like living snakes, the wooden doors near the central area bulged and shrunk like curtains in the windless storm, and the metal doorknobs dissolved into the The hairspring is stretched into a copper color in the wood grain.

The indescribable scene released the aura he was familiar with, the creepy aura unique to another world brought by the white light crawling objects, the floating surface on the mountain road and the rickety crustacean.

The scar on the back of his waist was aching, which reminded him of how the dagger appeared behind him with this breath. When this phenomenon was magnified countless times and appeared in front of his eyes, he could understand the principle without learning and explaining— — a quick dip into another world, and back into the present again.

Now, everything witnessed by the eyes is at a similar speed, but different.

All the horrific scenes happened within seconds and subsided quickly.Prepared mentally, Coop bravely slammed open the twisted wooden door, the brittle wire and curly beard-like stones aggravating the pain in his shoulder.

At the center of the accident, all man-made objects could no longer distinguish their original shapes. They were drawn into a solidified vortex, fused and infiltrated with each other. Colors that people reject from the bottom of their hearts.

A window sill potted plant that was transplanted the day before yesterday to improve the environment. The roots are still stuck in a half-elliptical flower pot. The stem fibers are woven into the wooden frame and spiral rocks. Chaos ripples up and down.

Can't imagine what would happen if one were involved.It would be a blessing to die just like that, than to see a body disorganized and still seem to have some kind of life like this plant.

In the chaotic and twisted core, he saw a frozen figure.

The figure still maintains a human form, and the spirit that dominates the body seems to have temporarily exhausted all its strength, making the movement stay in the alert state, and the moment when the left hand is grabbing something in the sleeve.

This made Kupp feel a little more at ease.Not the worst case scenario, and whatever happened, at least Kraft was spared.

He approached with small steps, circling the twisted matter, trying to move Kraft from inside to a safe area, away from the chaotic vortex with many horned thorns.

Whispers rang in his ears, and after careful identification, Kupp heard clearly that they were the few words that flowed out of Kraft's mouth:
"I understand……"

In the nightmare of tossing and turning, indistinguishable from reality, Kraft finally realized the part that his own thinking could explain.

Those dreams, the forced deep existence in the limited space, the limited space that is difficult to avoid in the three-dimensional space, and the dim situation with inconvenient visual use, all force the subconscious to use means that are not available in this world.

Extraordinary memory, spiritual senses, and level shuttle are solidified into conscious cognition and neural conditioning in repeated use, transforming from "non-self" to "I".

The scars from the Face Taker are not causes but triggers, pushing on the accumulation of deep gifts with each embrace, deepening the bond.

The spirit has long been transformed, and the subjective consciousness gives tacit approval to the use of new senses. Of course, it does not think that a little scratch of the deep "kind" is the "non-self" that needs to be cleaned and disinfected. This is the essence of the so-called "forgetfulness".

The speed of sinking and rising is accelerating, but it still needs to stabilize the environment and start time, and it will never be able to catch up with the real deep creatures as freely, or even not as good as the half-transformed rickets.

It takes Kraft more than ten times the time to realize the ability of disappearing in front of his face and flashing behind his back as described by Kupp.

The mixture of a spirit that is increasingly connected to a deeper level and a body that is entirely a creation of this world is forced to speed up the process.The more frequently nightmares elicit the use of deep related abilities, the deeper the connection, which in turn promotes the mind to produce more nightmares.

A vicious cycle, or for those changes in the spirit, a positive cycle back to where it came from.

But if it's just that, it's a dead end.

Assume that the movement of those deep creatures is the fish jumping out of the water and back into the water, and the two are inseparable.The current situation is a failed dive of a land creature, without posture control, and the speed of approaching between layers has been pulled to the limit again, with water splashing and messing up.

A wrong layer migration, in the dream, it seems to be to avoid the cave builder, and the subconscious has mobilized all its energy to try to realize the shuttle like a deep creature.

However, the human body firmly dragged its hind legs, and failed to do so until it was drained to the limit of its endurance. The uncontrollable "surplus power" all turned into "splashes" that spread, causing some kind of confusion between layers, and almost rolled the body into it.

Kraft tried to move his body, but his exhausted mind would not support him, and the faint twitch of his muscles only knocked him off balance.

Kupp hastily reached out and grabbed his stiff left arm, and the two let out a cry of pain at the same time.

"What is this?" The subordinate with rich experience in injuries reflexively let go of the pain, but quickly reacted and grabbed it again.

What pricked his palm were a few pieces of dark stones that he had never seen before, probably embedded in Kraft's left arm during the confusion just now, and blood dripped down the fingers that were fixed in a false grip.

The question was not answered.He helped Kraft to sit on the edge of the bed, and after a long silence, the latter suddenly talked about something that sounded irrelevant.

"I've heard such a story." Kraft pinched a piece of stone and tried to pull it out, but failed. "A man woke up alone in a strange place, where there was a tall tower, a tall black tower. tower."

"Do you need some bandages or warm water?" Cooper tried to persuade him to stop the meeting, but Kraft didn't seem to be persuaded by him.

"In desperate loneliness, along the narrow path that only allowed one foot, he climbed up the tall tower without steps." Kraft continued to tell in a sinister tone, as if only to satisfy his confession Expressing desire is also like a priest conveying some kind of fable by the fire.

"He climbed to the top of the tower, pushed away the stone slab blocking the way, and saw the moonlight... and the endless familiar field under the moonlight."

"Stepping on the ancient road buried in the weeds and crossing the river, the remains of the stone bridge made him feel familiar."

"Eventually he enters a castle both familiar and strange, joins a feast of lights, the guests scream the most horribly, faint with terror, or flee in all directions."

"The culprit, standing in an archway before him, in his grotesque and loathsome aspect, was anything but human."

"Did he escape?" Kupp felt the chill that thick clothes couldn't block.

"No, he walked up to the arch and stretched out his finger, and the monster stretched out its bone claws to touch him. At that moment, an avalanche of memories hit him, and the truth that could destroy everything defeated him."

"That is……"

【a mirror】

……

Two days later, the Legendary Clinic in Port of Consolation opened as usual.It's just that there is an extra curtain in the main hall to cover the other half. The respected doctor seems to have some inconvenience in his left hand, which confirms the previous statement that he was unwell.

everything is normal.

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