Krafft's Anomaly Notes

From Kraft's point of view, the body that has been leaning over the table, which seems to be similar to other fungal parasitic bodies, moved without warning when the three of them approached and observed the hidden jewelry box.

Looking up and raising his upper body, the red light as thin as a blood smear spreads rapidly on the table.The light source was something he knew, a rough ore fixed on a metal base, dangling in the chest, reflecting the face that shouldn't have any expression.

The nose wings, septal cartilage, and lips had been completely disintegrated, while the fascicles of the face twitched, uncharacteristically unatrophic, with fungal tissue filling the spaces between them.

It propped up its body with one hand, and a simple movement showed the swollen muscles under the scaly fungus layer, but it used a posture that was quite different from other shells and conformed to the usual habits of human beings.

Something that has never been thought of has happened. In the case that the same kind only retains the skeleton and the minimum muscles for one-time activities, it actually has a breathing system that is still functioning, filling the chest cavity with air, mixed with psychedelic spores Dust mist spewed out at high speed.

Kraft dragged Martin and Kupp back, but a suit of armor and the weight of the two of them seriously slowed down their speed, which couldn't compare to the spread of the dust mist, and they couldn't get out of the enveloping range even though they tried their best.

In the last second before he lost consciousness, what echoed in his mind was the burning pain in the airway going away, as well as the series of pronunciations that seemed to be human voices.

【It is conscious】

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Martin felt his arm again, and it took about ten breaths.

It had been a while since he woke up, and he didn't make a move, nor did he open his eyes, trying to remember how he got here.

The answer is that there is no answer.There is only a sense of suffocation and falling in the muddled thoughts, like chasing into the deep forest alone while hunting, the way from which is covered by the vast forest fog and fallen leaves, and I forget what I am chasing.

Judging from experience, I may have fallen into a deep trap. The fall is very long, but the feeling of the arm under the body is still there.

Continued to pretend to sleep for a while, and Martin was sure that he was not captured by the enemy who dug the pit.With the return of subtle sensations, the uncomfortable but reassuring compression of hard armor lets the body know it's still protected, and the limbs don't feel constricted.

He quietly brewed strength, his eyelids slightly opened a gap, and observed the environment.

The almost non-existent meager light traced some bulging outlines, and it was difficult to determine whether they were overlapping light spots or real entities.They fill the entire field of vision, so many that the space is a bit crowded, neither are the brick and stone beams in the building, nor the branches of the forest trees.

Martin tried to turn over, and found that the ground was unusually soft and slippery, hard to move on, and covered with a thick layer of moss.After touching it through the glove, I could vaguely feel the soft and fluffy texture.

Like a blanket magnified many times, but much thicker than that, so that the covered attachment surface cannot be touched.

It was a completely unfamiliar touch, and he couldn't find anything similar to it, especially his intuition showed that it was a living thing growing like a plant.

This feeling does not exist in the past knowledge, which makes the loss worse.

The eyes couldn't help opening, adapting to the light, those contours that were both virtual and real became clear, showing him the rich colors that were mostly hidden in the dimness, but still couldn't be ignored.

It is not a virtual image of light spots, but some real objects that fill the surroundings.Trying to wave their hands away, I actually touched the outlines that became more real as the color vision recovered, which was closer than imagined.The unstretchable crowding and the toughness of the hands feel like falling into the stomach of a huge cow, and the cilia brushing the chyme beneath the body.

He hurriedly stood up, distanced himself from the layer of "big moss", these things brushed through the gaps in the armor, and swayed slightly with a certain rhythm.

At this time, the eyes that had completely adapted to the dark light finally saw those things clearly.

【Mushroom】

Mushrooms that are as huge as the millstones of a windmill grow out from every gap, making the entire space invisible.The "moss" under the feet is fungus covering the ground and swaying without wind.The light comes from the arched windows that are mostly covered by the protruding canopy and the hanging silk tapestry, that kind of shape is the only familiar thing in this strange place.

A prayer room window.The clouds in his mind cleared a little, memories poured down the opening, and Martin realized where he was.The church, and the eye-catching box, and the warning exclamation from around, and then the dust cloud that was pulled and sprayed.

Comparing the position of the arched window, he roughly found the direction of the exit, and planned to leave the prayer room occupied by mushrooms as soon as possible.Every moment here makes people feel distorted and weird, inexplicably similar to the appearance of the heathen's chest cavity, but this time it is the organs of the building that are stained.

The creep on the ground silenced the sound of walking, while the sound of armor colliding was amplified in the silence.He subconsciously stopped and listened, unable to judge whether the sound he made was absorbed by the giant mushrooms all over the wall, or it was heard by something growing fungus at an extremely far distance where the echo could not return.

But Martin didn't want to take off his armor and lose the most important sense of security here.He chose to slow down his movements, and moved to the door with small steps but still could not avoid the noise, grabbed the loose metal doorknob, and pushed it slightly.

The doorknob was sunken along with a whole piece of rotten wood around it, and the group of mushrooms growing on the door were dragged down.This disrupted a certain precarious balance. The mottled patent leather on the facade of the prayer room swelled and cracked, and the whole floor collapsed in front of it.

The collapsed fragments scattered together with the sound, and the nave of the church appeared before my eyes.

He didn't return to the normal building as he thought, and the larger space provided more room for mushrooms to grow.They grow unrestricted, and the tall handles are lignified, possessing the ability to support a huge weight.The mushroom cap opens like an umbrella surface, and the bumps on the surface harden and condense into a massive dark substance, like acorns on the crown of a tree, and the increasingly dense ground velvet is the grass of this forest of mushrooms. Dian.

If this is the case, it is not enough to shake the spirit of the baptism that has been baptized for many days.What really frightened him from the bottom of his heart was that in the strip-shaped open space in the center of the fungus forest, the thick mushrooms were knocked open and crushed, and the torn carpet of fungus fluff made it impossible to imagine the actions of its owner. traces of the way.

It is like several huge snake paths interlaced, leading from the open main door of the church to the pulpit.

And on that pulpit, among the surviving fungus that was particularly lush, there were deep marks that seemed to have been licked by a long tongue with sharp teeth.The black and red residue suspected to be dried up blood was splashed and splashed in large swaths, covering up the color of the countertop itself.

The associations caused by the scene in front of me made my mind go blank, and I couldn't understand why the whole church became like this, and what was the thing that created the bacteria forest.He froze for a moment, realizing that something more serious than a room and a church had been eroded, and the dread of another life was long overdue.

No longer caring whether it would cause noise, Martin turned around and rushed to the window of the prayer room, opened the clump of bacteria and looked outside, the outlines of colorful mushrooms spread all over the house, higher than the eaves and treetops, it is impossible to bathe It is the dim light of moonlight that thrives.The tallest, probably "mature" hardened parts have black-red mineral-like particles condensed on the canopy.

And that most terrifying idea was confirmed in the most direct way, a crazy and prosperous world-only mushrooms.

Another kind of light came into the eyes, from the wide mushroom caps that replaced the forest outside the village, and the mineral-like congealed blocks on their surfaces lit up in patches, emitting a distant and misty red light, while some of them went out while the neighbors lit up, The whole moves towards the church.A sound audible at this distance came from the field of light.

This kind of light made the consciousness frozen in horror remember where it had seen these things. It was roughly polished and inlaid on the metal base, hanging on the heathen's chest.And when it lights up, it means only one thing.

【Angel is Coming】

Martin felt that he should draw his weapon, or at least run away, but neither his body nor his mind responded.The superficial and unsteady faith and the spiritual pillar of so-called honor seem to have opened the first plaque on the surface, or the kind of thing described by the church has never existed, and those who died fighting for it cannot ascend to the kingdom of existence .

In contrast, what the "Orthodoxy" saw and demonstrated was more convincing.He personally experienced the path of the chosen one in the scriptures, was guided by some kind of power to go on a pilgrimage, witnessed unimaginable "miracles", and finally stepped into another world, and their angels were walking towards the face-to-face.And the real other world and angels are by no means beautiful.

It is the fear beyond death, that everything that comforts death will prove to be a lie, and that death may not be the end of suffering.The fear of the collapse of faith cognition and the lack of a specific object almost turned into a hysterical voice, and he no longer considered hiding, just because he couldn't find the possibility of escaping from this unknown thing.

A hand reached out from behind, covered his mouth forcefully, and with more force knocked him to the ground and out of the window.

"I remember I just said yesterday, don't yell, find a place to hide quietly." A whisper sounded in his ear, and Martin recognized Kraft's voice, "I knew no one would remember."

"But that's too much. Walking around in armor, knocking down a door, come over later and I'll see you singing an opera with that thing?"

The situation changed so quickly that Martin couldn't react in time. He repeated what terrified him in words in a trance, and unconsciously changed the name of the pagan religion, "Orthodoxy, angel"

"Don't let this angel go. It's just right, if it weren't for this, I wouldn't be able to find you. Now hurry up and take off this damn armor." Kraft glanced out of the window, Martin couldn't see his face clearly, But it can be confirmed that there is no panic in the voice, and this calmness seems to be conveyed through the voice contagiously.

Seeing that Martin's reaction was not right, he started to undo the armor buckle with his own hands.Thanks to the person who used the set of grandfather's armor before, the structure of this thing has not undergone fundamental reforms for decades, otherwise, he can only look at the iron canned claws on the ground now.

"And then?" asked the knight blankly like a shelled crab, unable to understand what else the other party could do in the face of another world and the "angel".

"Then find a way to find out what this 'angel' is, find my subordinates, and finally go back." During the conversation, the knee pads were removed first, and Kraft turned to the arm armor, "Don't ask me how to do it, If you want to go back to drinking mead, get moving."

A hope, or an order, makes the bewildered body move and participate in the dismantling work.Doesn't fix the root problem, but at least gives a temporary goal, which is what's needed.

"Very well, let's go up there next."

"why?"

"Because I've already searched below." Before leaving, Kraft leaned against the window sill to observe the dense red light for the last time. It had reached the edge of the village, and the main body could not be seen under the heavy cover.

It must be admitted that these mushrooms are so exuberant that they are scary, but they also provide great convenience for movement.

No need to worry about the sound of footsteps revealing yourself, the ubiquitous fluff-like creep allows bolder movement, as long as you don't touch the swollen woodwork, most of them have been crushed by their own weight, and a few of them are like the door Martin just tried to open. It will break if you touch it.

Their route was basically the same as that of the search. Kraft even took out a fire oil tank in a net bag from the pillar in the hall. Martin couldn't understand why it appeared in this world like a corresponding one, and how Kraft knew.Until I found Kupp, who was silent behind the door in the living room upstairs, and seemed to have been hiding there for a long time with a hammer in his hand.He finally confirmed that the master and servant definitely had relevant experience.

"what's next?"

"Next, let's go to the study." With a clear goal, Kraft went straight to the study.To say where the center of this disaster might be, the corresponding deep position of the body that can lift the upper body and is suspected of possessing sanity is undoubtedly the most suspicious.

Facts have proved that his intuition may be correct. As he approached that position, the mushrooms in the corridor became more and more luxuriant, almost blocking the entire road, and he needed to squeeze through the gaps of the giant mushrooms.

When we arrived, the flickering red light was able to shine from the village house to the window sill of the large window, rippling on the mycelium-hanging ceiling.

Different from the empty desktop in the present world, the desktop here is covered with new and old scratches from repeated cleaning of mushrooms, as well as a few scattered manuscripts. The paper and notes are quite familiar.

This time, Kraft carefully observed the surroundings, but found nothing crouching on the side, and carefully lifted up the few manuscripts that were not in a good state of preservation, but were much better than those outside.

Their paper quality is the same as the one in the holy book, and there is also a tear on one side, which seems to have been roughly torn from a certain book.The writing is smooth and smooth, it should come from a private notebook, and the paragraph division is also more casual.There is a slight difference in the shoulder width and height of successive letters. It is not like writing it at one time, but recording it in multiple times.

【A research manuscript】

It records in detail that the author felt a kind of wonderful "attention" after dreaming of the room where he fell asleep many times.The author, full of inquiry spirit, felt that this repetitive phenomenon belonged to the law that can be explored, and started his own records.

Afterwards, most of them were descriptions of daily dreams, which were gradually detailed and lengthy, expanding from one sentence to paragraphs, and even summed up evaluation criteria such as time, insight in dreams, and awakening time.

At the same time, he tried to find someone with a similar situation to prove that it was not caused by his insanity, but the effect was not satisfactory.Those people were not in the same situation, or they pretended to cheat him for his reward. After finally finding a suspected case in another city, they broke off correspondence for no reason.

He also invited friends to stay overnight, but they all said that they did not have similar symptoms.

The record goes on, and in the paragraph starting on page two, a glaring new evaluation criterion is added at the end.

【brightness】

White light, the white light that illuminates the dark dreams.

Push the book "The Abnormal Way to Open the Apartment" with the friend py

_(:3⌒)_
There are also group friends' books that will test the water next week, so let's push them down together.It's called "Miss Witch, Please Respect Yourself", and the original title is "The Witch's Taste Is Really Good"

(°Д°) (It’s hard to imagine the mental state of the group of friends)