Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 224 Mark
"A set of pagan honeycomb patterns, maybe on a wall, overhead, on the ground, or some kind of hole dug through, in a sewer, anywhere a gang of rat-like blasphemers can get in. I need you to find it."

Before the entrance of the arch half buried in the ground, Green clarified the search target for the last time to ensure that the intention was conveyed in place.

"At least two people go together. It's the same as entering the sewer. Remember the return route. If you can't remember it, make a mark and pull the rope. I don't want to waste time looking for the person who lost me."

A total of more than ten people were summoned here, carrying lanterns, torches, and their own weapons.

They didn't raise any objections to the request to drill into the tomb to find a pagan pattern with an unknown location, and they didn't have any redundant conversations. They just accepted the order and walked into the spiral downward corridor one after another, leaving two people to guard the entrance.

The biggest blasphemer on the scene cast an envious look, watching Green's people disappear into the spiral downward staircase, thinking of his meager society.In terms of discipline alone, this group of church trial court personnel is better than the elite investigation team assembled in Westminster.

"Is this all right?"

"As long as your inference is correct, you don't need to worry. This is not the first time we have done this kind of work." Green held the lantern and hung another one on his waist, and handed the two torches to Vadin to carry, " Sooner or later, but it takes time and I'm not going to watch while my guys are at work"

"I thought it was crowded enough below." Even so, Kraft had started to take off the inconvenient burqa and lit the flame.

"The Lord said that laziness is the original sin, and those who are indolent cannot ascend to the kingdom of heaven." Green set off first, stepping into the shadow of the tomb.

It is indeed more convenient to do things when there are many people than when there are few people.Not to mention the efficiency issue, the atmosphere alone has been greatly improved.

The blazing footsteps of walking filled the passageway of the tomb, squeezing the coldness of the space to the corner, and curled up in the gap between the bones, so that when they passed the person in front sideways, they still felt a little stuffy.

The monks of the church skillfully used the weight of their weapons to strike what they felt was inappropriate, including the sacred emblem stone embedded at the end of the stairs.

After entering the tomb converted from the quarry, they spread out in all directions, brought the lanterns to the niches, picked up the remains with traces of human movement, illuminated the four walls of each stone chamber, and looked behind the bone walls through the gaps.

"Father Green, come and see this way!"

It didn't take long for Green and Kraft to be brought to a stone room by the repeated calls.

A monk thrust his sword into the long bone wall, missing the gauntlet.He was not in a hurry to take the next step, but looked at the priest requestingly.

"Unpack it." Green nodded.

As the long sword was pulled out, a gap appeared in the intact splicing pile, and the professionals of the trial court expanded it smoothly, retreated a moment before it collapsed, and avoided the scattered bones.

A narrow door was revealed, but Green showed a look of disappointment when he saw it.

"No, this looks impossible." He poked a lamp into the door to illuminate the cramped space where it was difficult to stand upright, and then bent down to get in.Kraft looked around curiously, only to see a stone coffin in the middle.

Green pushed back the coffin lid, covered his face to avoid the dust, quickly reset it after a brief inspection, and got out, "I knew it, it's just an ordinary tomb."

"There are some valuable funerary objects, so they are better hidden. Don't trouble us, keep looking."

The progress of the search is not satisfactory. As you go deeper, you will find that this embezzled quarry has not been well planned. It looks like an upside-down tree growing randomly underground, branching out from the main road and forming large and small stone chambers. The quality of the stone is not ideal. Then find another direction, or dig down.

The corridor is sometimes narrow and sometimes wide, and the cutting line bends various uncomfortable angles at abrupt corners; the unevenness left by the removal of the stone will produce a strange reversal-like optical illusion in the interval of visual fatigue.

The niches gradually expanded, filling them with an astonishing number of unexplored bones.Some monks tried to use the sword body to detect the cavity behind it, but after tearing apart the surface layer, they found that it was the inner layer containing the fragile bones. After losing restraint, it poured into the passage like quicksand and gravel, covering the ankle.

This made the identification work difficult. Those ancient bones obscured the original appearance of the tunnel and appeared continuously in the field of vision.

The companion's voice became more and more indistinct in the scattered underground labyrinth. Occasionally, a seemingly hidden space was found again, and then it was proved to be meaningless, and the team could only be roughly perceived as gradually moving forward and downward. Or you have already lost your sense of direction in the corners.

Green noticed the accumulated mental exhaustion, called the team to take a rest in a stone room, asked to make a mark when going down, and took out the prepared rope roll.

When they separated again, the monk who had gone far tied a knot with a thin rope to a fairly strong femur, and squeezed sideways into a narrow passage that expanded on the side while holding the rope roll.And Kraft and Green continued to explore along the direction of the main road.

They are probably the first batch of people who descended here after the formation of this cemetery, Kraft thought so, in fact, he was not able to distinguish the difference between the corridors, and perhaps he would not realize that he had strayed into a road that was too deep until he hit a dead end. branch.

The dialogue began to decrease, and Green's breathing began to become deep and long, the rhythm that would occur when the space was so narrow that it felt oppressive.

In fact, they can still walk normally, but they still feel that the long bones are woven into the mucous membrane on the inner wall of the channel, which changes in width and width, just like the intestines push chyme.

"Stop it, Green, stop it!" Kraft yelled, a voice that sounded watery with fatigue, traveling heavily for a few seconds before being heard clearly.

"what happened?"

"I heard voices."

Green breathed calmly, raised his ears to listen to Kraft's voice, passed through rock cracks and several tunnel turns, and arrived at their location with difficulty, as if it was a call from a monk.

"Also, you should rest for a while, we'd better stay in good spirits the whole time."

Several people turned back following the sound and found the two panting monks. They were staying in half of the stone room when Green arrived and pointed to the unfinished half of the room out of breath.

At first glance, it seems that it is an extension of a rock crack, which splits the wall obliquely. The craftsmen gave up this stone room due to the unstable structure during excavation.

But on the opposite side of the black fissure, upon closer inspection, it is clear that there are regular bricks and stones piled up in blocks, showing clear traces of man-made, and the dark atmosphere of damp and corruption is escaping.

"We also found this." The monk picked out a piece of funerary utensils that were broken into a ball and mixed with bones on the ground and handed it over.

It seemed to be a part of a small clay pot, but upon closer inspection, it looked a bit newer. Green put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, then handed it to Kraft suspiciously, motioning him to take a look.

His fingertips rubbed the remnants of some viscous thick liquid on one side, and Kraft almost threw it out. Before that, his memory matched the identity of the thing when it was intact.

【Honey】

A smashed honey jar.

(End of this chapter)