Krafft's Anomaly Notes

"Wait, can you say those names again?" Some of those old-fashioned names seemed to remind Martin of something and attracted him. Na's start."

"Lorna? What Lorna?" Kraft was confused by the unexpected reunion, his eyes were caught by the smiling cervical spine symbol hiding behind the plaque, and his attention was not on the names.

He thought it was someone Martin knew, but after thinking about it, this female name is too common, and there are many similar words. Two recognizable "Lorna".

Martin approached the pulpit and tried to read what he had just heard, but the integrity of the paper was really bad, and there was no time to find a fleeting source of inspiration.

"It's the nearest Lorna, start reading from that!" He said eagerly.Not everyone has the ability of photographic memory, and he may not be able to remember it after a while.

Kraft found the "Lorna" in sequence, and reported it more slowly and clearly according to his request.On the fifth reading Martin came to the conclusion with certainty.

"I've heard these names before, let me think about it, I must have heard them somewhere." He paced back and forth, pressing his forehead, thinking hard.

"These are some common names. If I remember correctly, we have the same names in our team. There is no difference except adding a surname."

"But a few, I've seen these names put together."

Kraft looked down at the page, "Actually, there is an unreadable part in the middle, could it be that I really remembered it wrong?"

"Six, it's right." There was a sudden buzzing sound of metal clashes, and it was Martin who excitedly slapped the side of his leg and hit the leg armor, "I remembered where I saw it before, that ledger. "

"Ledger?"

"I may not have said how Diego found these guys. He found a ledger in a gang stronghold that recorded transactions. Those city parasites used various methods to make the duke's subjects in debt, When the other party can’t afford to pay further, it falls into their hands — sooner or later.”

"That became one of their illegal 'supplies'. The largest of the buyers took six people at once."

"You mean the buyer is here?" Kraft put his hands on the names, which were in the middle of the list, and there was at least a thumb and index finger away from the end. The sum of all the mushrooms can't add up to this number."

"I don't know what he thought at the time. Maybe he really felt that there was no need to delay. Of course, it's more likely that he wanted to monopolize the credit to make up for his mistakes, so he took the people and left. Everyone knows the rest."

It's already obvious, it's a common name, but the number and location are right, so the probability of it being a coincidence is very small.

The hand flipping the book paused for a long time, "Why didn't you say it earlier?!"

"The process is not important, we only need the results." Martin replied.

"No, this is too important." Kraft scratched the edge of the paper, trying to find a corner to peel it off to see what was on the back, preferably not a continuation of the list.

Before that, he felt that this might be a list of village households, but this may not be the case now, and there was no reason for the household list to be so solemnly registered on a piece of paper that seemed to have special meaning, especially since this piece of paper came from the Edward, the mysterious founder of anatomy.

The time gap between the two handwritings is too long, and the original part of the above has been extremely difficult to identify in the erosion, leaving only the scriptural annotations and large list of scriptures with strong religious meaning.

[What did he read? 】

It doesn't make sense to develop believers from people brought in by "buying" methods, it is neither economical nor hard to get believers.

What did the owner of this holy book find in this fragment of Edward's manuscript?It is necessary to introduce a large number of these people, and make them disappear, leaving only commemorative names on manuscripts with special significance.

"Let's look inside again." Kraft gave up on peeling off the page. With this level of corruption, even if there is something on the back, there is no possibility of identification.

The followers had already cleaned up the surrounding houses, and found that they followed up the hall tremblingly after entering the church, and found that the place was unexpectedly clean, so they unloaded the kerosene, began to collect materials locally, chopped up the rows of chairs, and piled them up under the load-bearing structure.

With questions, Kraft and Kupp continued their search, and Martin followed them through the prayer room, the confessional, the small warehouse, and a semi-basement that looked a bit mysterious.

The most suspicious ones only hide some wooden barrels. After prying off the lid and stirring up the bacterial film on the surface, there is only spoiled self-brewed beer underneath.

The territory here is not big, but the people who might be sent have never been found, no matter what form they appear in.As the unsearched space dwindled, Martin's purpose gradually shifted more and more from looking for possible clues to the matter.

Martin believed that Kraft was doing the same thing, because he only opened the big containers and cupboards and paid little attention to the small objects.But it's normal without exception.

There is absolutely no room for many people to hide in the village, and there are no traces of digging and burial around.It made him think of the question that had been brought up last night, those who were never found after the scuffle, still missing after sunrise.And he hadn't seen those things drag a corpse away.

The unsearched space soon ran out, and they were approaching the answer to the question, and the smaller the space containing the answer, the more incomprehensible it seemed, and it made Martin feel an uneasiness that could not be resolved by sword and armor.

In front of the last large room facing the sun, Kraft raised his hand to block the two, stood alone in front of the door for a while, drew his sword and took out his hand crossbow to string.

"Kup, deal with the door."

The latter raised his hammer, slammed it heavily on the door bolt, and then retreated to give way.Immediately afterwards, he kicked open the door panel, put the horizontal sword in a defensive position, and pointed the crossbow arrow into the room at the same time.

In a clean study room, plenty of sunlight comes in from the rare large window behind the seat, falling on the tabletop and the spines of books on the bookshelf.

It’s not a product that is full of pages. The thickness and color of the pages on the side that can be seen are neat, and they are all original bound tomes. high value.

The hand holding the crossbow trembled slightly. The pages of books collected by grandfather and Mr. Anderson over the years may not be as high as two layers of a bookshelf in the room.

And on that desk, they saw the first and last person who entered the church, or more properly, the remains.

A surviving human-shaped body half-body is lying on the table, magnificent finger-shaped, sheet-shaped fungus devours every inch of skin, and grows on the top of the neck spine to form a high-spirited, coral-like multi-branched horn.

The table was empty, the deceased's left arm was bent and supported, and his right hand was stretched out, still three fingers away from the target he seemed to want to grab.

That is a beautiful square box.The silver-backed box is bordered by filigree gold thread and inlaid with red and sapphires. The pile of materials is enough to destroy the beauty. There is an aura of wanting to let everyone who sees it know that he is rich.

Generally speaking, this kind of box can be used to store it, mostly to reflect its status, such as some significant ancient objects, a symbol of inheritance.Of course, there is another situation, and that is the reliquary of the church.

The three of them walked into the room one after another. The knight lowered his helmet and approached the box, pushing away a short distance with his scabbard.

Nothing happened.

He approached carefully, picked it up, opened the opening towards the window, and waited for a few deep breaths before turning to himself.

"Huh?" A doubtful voice came from under the visor. Martin lifted the visor and reconfirmed, "Empty?"

"How is it possible?" Kraft put away his hand crossbow and approached, and Kupp also leaned over curiously, watching Martin peel off a layer of velvet inside. There was nothing stored in this luxurious box.

Amidst the gold and silver luster of jewels, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a ray of red light that seemed to be refracted on the table, which did not change with the distance of the ruby ​​on the box, and was always under the shoulder of the body.

A closer look allowed Kraft to see the difference in the shell.Even though it was lying on the table, it was not fused with mycelium and wood, but was covered with a few mushroom umbrellas.

The ray of red light covered by the sun is gradually increasing in brightness, and it clearly comes from a certain light source pressed under the chest of the body.

The slowly raised shoulders exposed it, and the emitted light spread rapidly across the table like flowing blood.

"Quickly open!"

Kraft pushed the two of them away and raised his sword to deal with the attack.When he entered, it wasn't that he hadn't done a rehearsal of attacking this body, no matter what it did, it couldn't escape the blockage of the sword.

The thing raised its head, allowing the intruder to see its front clearly, a face that still has the outline of the facial features, and the chest cavity that still retains airtight swelling and contraction, colorful clouds and unrecognizable, prayer-like A curse-like voice spewed out from his mouth.

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