Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Clutching the velvet cloth that was slightly moistened by the exhaled water vapor, Yvonne crawled through the gap at the edge of the dust area. Looking down, he could see the clearly outlined five fingers, the blank arms, and the radiating outline blown away by the convulsive cough. A figure lying down here.

She felt that this might be a clever servant who pretended to be dead and escaped, or was dragged away by those things, but the outline was too complete, with clear boundaries, and there was no trace of struggle or movement. It was more like some kind of force lifted him up entirely, disappeared into the air.

Before she had time to think about it, she slipped through the gap between the two chairs, shrank under the table, wiped off the sticky dust on the hem of her skirt, squeezed her nose tightly to suppress a sneeze, which made her chest and throat ache.

Long, irregular shadows like barnacle reefs dragged between the wooden legs of the tables and chairs, trembling with the flickering of the flames, and walked past a bright area at hand.

She almost felt that she could touch the texture of the fungus and the corpse on the shadow with her hand. The unevenness of the stone slab seemed to soften and swell when it passed by, and the hard rock patterns fluttered and trembled.

But that was just an illusion of light and shadow, and after it passed by, everything was intact.

It seems that it is not as good as a ghost story that scares children. At least ghosts can catch children hiding under the bed, right?And they can neither see through walls nor see through.

She moved again, crawling under the table and reaching the other end of the long table.The corpse of a servant lay between her and another table, with her head tilted to one side, her pupils behind the cloudy white shadows focused on non-existent focal points, staring vaguely at the living who were still hiding.

On the face, which is heavier than Liu Ying's powder, there is still the horror and nostalgia for life distorted by the powder color of the clown's paint.The open hollow mouth is covered with powder, as if trying to spit out some terrible last words, or questioning silently.

【It's not my fault】

Yvonne ignored the face, walked over him, and ducked under another table.This place is already close to the center of the dust outbreak, and the gauze has limited filtering effect. Every step I climb, I can feel the dust rising from the knees and between the palms and fingers, trying to mix into my breath.

And the bunch of keys was just a few steps away on the ground with the heaviest dust, and the original color of the objects could not be seen clearly.It is hard to imagine the appearance of these things floating in the air, and it will definitely make people feel like they are in clouds.

Fortunately, the tabletop blocked part of it, allowing her to approach it slowly.This requires the slowest movement to prevent the large layer of powder that seems to have a thickness from being lifted.

The usually insignificant short distance was stretched out here, and it took Yvonne a while to climb to the closest place to the keychain that she could reach.

One of the wandering beautiful bodies turned to the opposite side of the hall, while the other finally reached the blind corner covered by the pillars.

She reached out her hand from an angle that would make it difficult for her to touch the legs of the chair beside the table. This three-long and one-short chair seemed unstable, but other angles were beyond the reach of short hands, and she was unable to move it.

In order to extend the arms as much as possible, it is necessary to lie down close to the ground, which brings the perspective and the body of Wilbert's internal affairs officer to the same level.

The body of the internal affairs officer has been inseparable from the shell of the fungus. From this height, we can see how the white velvet grows on the contact surface with the skin.

At the approximate position of the head of the thing, the full crown cap cracked and bloomed, and after releasing all the dust, only a hard but still bright dry shell was left, which was glued to Wilbert's face.

New and young dense new bacteria grow from the densely bonded silk net, and they are still multi-colored dot-like germinations. The scattered ones spread along the neck and arm span, until the fingers hooked on the keychain.

Yvonne tugged on the keychain lightly, those dead joints were stiff and stagnant, almost being pulled along with the whole arm.She could only lower down a little more, extend her hand farther, and break off the fingers that were hooked on the ring one by one.

She could feel the tips of her hair falling into the dust, and the itching of her nasopharynx was so thick that it tingled slightly, but she didn't stop and hesitate. The changes in light and shadow showed that the prowlers were moving, and they had to be even and stable before they turned back Pick up the bunch of keys.

All the attention was focused on the thin and callused hands, and the keys were lifted one by one along with the rings off the ground.She wasn't quite sure if it made a slight noise, but even if it did, it was covered by the throbbing of blood vessels in her ears.

Finally, the string of small metals was completely suspended in the air, bypassing the obstacle of the chair legs under careful control, and was retracted into the shadows.

[a little scary]

Common sense made her think that she should think so, but in fact, fear always moved slowly, her fingers seemed to have their own thoughts, rummaging for the key that identified the engraved target number, and took it off from the opening of the ring.

The next step is to wait, waiting for the lower limbs that are bloated and cumbersome due to the growth of mushrooms to pass by like lantern trouser legs.

They also don't seem to have the habit of walking with their heads down, stepping on the open palms of corpses, they are oblivious to what is happening under their feet, as if they are really just strolling, as long as they pull a trip rope, they can no longer stand up .

This is very confusing, but Yvonne knows that the way they move and climb on the cliff will only be more agile than ordinary people.

Once it is discovered that there is no possibility of survival, she is very aware of this, but she is not very afraid, more precisely, she is desensitized and numb.

The most painful and empathetic death she had ever seen, at the end of which even death itself seemed less important than the process.I have also seen rapid and tragic deaths, and blunt and sharp instruments were used in different ways to cause wounds of various shapes.

Her understanding of death is very concrete, but at the same time lacks more abstract and profound concepts.

When the same fate befell more people—or maybe even herself, she was not surprised that she was not touched too much, and she didn't think about whether it was normal for her to be like this, she just thought about it and then did it.Kick the guy who nearly killed Coop, wait for his head to be smashed with the hammer, and get the dagger from him.

Now Yvonne was going to get another dagger.

She waited for them to go away into a blind spot, slip out from under the table, turn the lock with the key, and float into the room like a ghost, closing the door behind her, holding the wooden handle with her hand hidden in the folds of her skirt.

In his imagination, Bremmer should be in the room, performing some kind of witchcraft to summon the walking dead, so restricted that he couldn't go out.If he can make a move, he has to find a way to confuse him for a while, relying on his identity to lower his vigilance.

When she really opened the door and entered, what she saw was not the dark room she expected.

A figure in a black robe fell on the ground, bathed in a strange red light.The intensity of that kind of light is not as strong as that of candles, as if the tear film has been replaced with dried blood, which makes the eyeballs feel abnormally dry and irritated, and they unconsciously want to turn their heads to avoid it.

However, as far as the field of vision is filled with constant light, there is no way to avoid it.It came from a simple pendant that fell out from the neckline of the black robe. Before he lost consciousness, his stiff palm reached out to it. This action froze in the middle, and the ominous plaque on the skin on the back of the hand was bathed in red light and thrived.