Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 229 Tiny Progress
The next day, Kraft spent half a day in prison with David in the consulting room as scheduled, with high-intensity labor.

This is a job that requires long hours of focus and no end in sight; it is a relentless grind of patience and energy, the best breeding ground for restlessness and exhaustion.

The general process is to sit in a small room, and each time the door is opened, one or two people, or maybe several people, come in.Ask the same question with the same tone, summarize the subjective narrative into concise and logical descriptive terms, and form a paper record for filing.

From time to time, patients and family members need to be interrupted to pull back the conversation from the unfinished direction.

Some dialects and slang words make the communication more difficult. It often happens that the patient's family members speak anxiously for a long time, but the listener only feels that they are in a foreign country.David's intervention to "translate" is required to proceed.

Kraft's expressions are also difficult to understand accurately, and even the simple content of asking the other party to sit down and lie down often needs to be repeated once or twice.When this repetition of detail is repeated enough times, each repetition begins to viscerally grow in irritability.

None of them are major obstacles, but the accumulation of trickles makes the whole process unable to run smoothly step by step like an assembly line, but is prolonged by various imaginable and unexpected small bumps, and the efficiency is visible to the naked eye.

Whenever you look outside when the door of the consulting room is opened, you will find that the surging head counts do not show any decreasing trend, but instead increase as the sun rises.

At the current speed, it is impossible to receive more than [-] people a day. This is the premise that Kraft can not eat or drink from dawn, and sit with his hips glued to the chair until evening.

Obviously that's impossible, Kraft can't really stick to the chair all day, and all kinds of urgent things will burn him off the chair.

There are still a lot of patients in the temporary ward who were confirmed to meet the indications for artificial pneumothorax last night. Handing over to David will only make the patients accumulate more and more, and they must be dealt with before they are filled again.

He began to rejoice that most of them were screened out last night, even so, there are still a dozen more that need to be done.

Two sets of equipment, one used and one disinfected at the maximum rate, still took a lunch break and half the afternoon, and half of them were used to review the original versions of the medical records.

Even after a secondary processing step of sorting and modifying, the finished product delivered to the hand is quite difficult to comment on.

To put it mildly, most of the medical records here have an average of one out of every three new terms, at least half of them have completely subverted the content of one or two volumes in "Human Structure", and a small part has the ability to reproduce the traditional art of the medical field—— Potential to enter the literary world.

It is either too complicated or too simple, and there are some common sense mistakes.

David can't be completely blamed, after all, the quality of the first-hand information he got is worrying, and nothing can be changed hastily.

Kraft silently circled those places, and put them away in a drawer that was not easy to find, lest Lecturer Willen who came to visit one day find them and think about revoking someone's degree certificate.

After finishing the work at hand, he glanced into the consulting room, and David was submerged in the afternoon heat wave and waves of people.

New patients began to fill the newly vacated beds, with assistants and apprentices going back and forth.

And Kraft himself managed to escape from the clinic, changed his clothes and climbed out of the backyard wall, and took advantage of the last part of the day to check on Father Green's situation.

The weather is not bad, presumably there are still elimination methods in the tunnels extending in all directions.

The good news is that the Tribunal has indeed not shaken off the partner's attempt to do it alone, and the sentry at the gate of the cemetery, disguised as a guard, let him enter with his face.

Kraft tried to talk to him, but the man said that he didn't understand the situation below. He was only responsible for standing guard here, monitoring the weather conditions, and performing his normal duties as a cemetery keeper.

It seems that there are no discoveries worth mentioning below, otherwise someone should have come forward to report.

After trying to save some energy but failed, Kraft decided to go down in person to see the situation and interview the commander.

The sense of voyeurism that followed them all the way last night, as well as the maliciousness contained in it, made it difficult for him not to suspect that someone or something else had noticed their big movements.

This was something that had been expected, but he never thought it would come so early, and it was in this form, which seemed to indicate that this drainage system was not as empty as he had seen, but seemed to be reversed and reflected under the gray soil. The city context is used by those who want to.

If it weren't for the misunderstanding of the spiritual sensory synaesthesia signal, it might be possible to find similar signs on Green's side.

Based on the self-comfort mentality that he should have exercised more after sitting for a long time, and the responsible attitude of controlling killing and burying to the end, he still complained and walked to the temporary camp along the memorized route.

One day didn't bring any noticeable changes to the camp, except for a few extra forks on that sketch.

The empty coffin that was used as a box to transport supplies when it came was used again as a temporary table. The head of the dignified trial court sat on the ground without image, resting on the coffin board with his elbows.

Next to it lay a few notes with extremely straight handwriting, as if the handwritten scriptures had been scaled onto them.

A team of monks who had just returned from the sewers were sitting against the wall to dry their boots, reciting inaudible verses in a low voice, and opened their eyes when they heard someone enter the alert. After confirming that nothing happened, they continued to close their eyes and rest, and seized the time to recover their strength and wait for the rotation .

Kraft wanted to pick up the records directly from the table and read them. Considering that the relationship between the two parties was not yet familiar with this, he buckled the coffin board first for the sake of politeness, and made a rattling sound to wake Green up.

The priest straightened up and looked around keenly, looking for the source of the vibration that woke him up. He yawned helplessly after finding out that it was Kraft, surprised that this curious professor actually came to report.

Without saying anything, he just shook his head, picked up the few pieces of paper and handed them out.

The records in small sections are numbered separately, and the names of the dictators are also marked, although it is hard to say what they can remember clearly after going through so many passages with similarities and differences.

Compared with the simple diagram, the search is carried out from the current passage to both sides, and at the same time, two teams are operating outside, expanding the boundaries of the known range.There is always at least one team resting at camp waiting for a rotation.

Feedback content is similar, these tunnels leading to the hall are all made of similar bricks and stones, sometimes there are some niches sunken into the sides, and nothing useful has ever been found inside.

They repeatedly reinforce a recognition that has long existed in everyone's minds. These are by no means structures for sewers, but rather underground pathways for traffic, leaving spaces for pauses and staggering.

After walking far enough, the passage unexpectedly branched, branching like branches, and after walking for a while, it branched again.

Some of them reached a distance where the lighting could not be maintained, and the team had to turn back; others had collapsed and were impassable, and only water flowed through the cracks in the rocks.

For a building that can be called a relic, this level of damage is very normal, but every encounter always makes the explorer feel unexplainable strangeness, and subconsciously feels that the integrity of the hall without a pillar can be maintained until Today's engineering technology should not be so easily damaged by nature.

With the expansion of the exploration area, it was found that the number of channel blockages was increasing, and those bricks and stones that were separated from the cave wall became more voluminous. The monks said that they found ancient man-made chisel marks on the section.

A monk who was somewhat interested in this pointed out uncertainly that these chiseling marks were similar to the construction marks on some relics close to the birth of the kingdom, and they were special imprints left by the immature stone chiseling technology at that time.

The conclusion drawn is external destruction, as if there was some will to brutally destroy these engineering marvels to prevent others from entering this place along the passage, or vice versa.

However, this is a good thing for the team's exploration. The pagans can't get through the section of the road that they can't pass, just use a horizontal line to cut it off.

However, those passages that were difficult to trace due to distance restrictions or numerous branches caused them headaches for a while, so they could only give up temporarily and became the end of the tree diagram extended by the dotted line on the map.

"Aside from these dead ends and endless forks, didn't you find any other discoveries?" Kraft asked, he was more concerned about whether there were moving things, "Tracked, fresh traces of activity?"

"No, almost nothing was found. The search area is not big enough, it will take time, more time." Green shook out the map, centered on the hall, and expanded the sea anemone hair-like extension in the explored direction, almost touching the paper Edge, "But I think they are nearby, maybe it will be easier to change the strategy."

"Why do you say that?"

"A group of people told me that they felt some light ahead when they approached the hall on the way back, but they didn't see anything when they rushed to the entrance of the cave." A number was circled on the map.

"Someone probably just passed through this hole, and I think that's the closest we've come to finding them. I'm going to leave a few people unlit and hunkered down in the hall, so they'll be seen the next time they pass by. "

(End of this chapter)