Krafft's Anomaly Notes

From the perspective of effectiveness, Kraft quite agrees with sending people to guard the train of thought.

The hexagonal hall is like a large underground transportation hub, where a large number of passages converge.Assuming that someone is actually using these drainage channels, the probability of passing through here is very high.

The team saw the light from the front when they were exploring and turning back and approaching the hall. It lasted for a short time and disappeared before they chased out of the cave.

It is easy to imagine that it was someone who was walking in the hall with lights, passed the exit of the tunnel they were in, and then entered another passage, disappearing in the branch-like branching road.

If there is one, there are two, and it is unlikely that they are passing here for the first time.

In a dark environment, even the torches that are far apart are easy to notice. As long as a few people are sent to stay in the dark and watch, the light sources passing by in the entire hall will be invisible.

"It's pretty good, but it still depends on time and luck."

"Time, luck, and patience. We will find that heretic, but sooner or later." Green felt that he was approaching his goal step by step.

Maybe they are locked in the same room with closed doors and windows, passing each other from time to time, and they will collide sooner or later. The side that knows the existence of the opponent will have a great advantage.

"The biggest concern right now is whether they will be aware of our presence. So I asked the procession to put out the torches and just carry the lanterns as they passed through the hall, hoping that would help. God bless."

There really wasn't much outsiders to do here, and Father Green was a seasoned professional who, for the most part, was too considerate to need anyone's help.

But he was still a little worried, "Did they see what kind of light that was?"

"What kind of light?"

"For example, the color, the degree of stability, etc. For example, the light of the torch should be close to orange, with some shaking." It would be best if someone walked by with a torch.

The priest rummaged through the two notebooks for a while, and confirmed that there was no record. To be precise, no one had thought of this aspect. "What kind of light can it be?"

"For example... like the glass is sifted through, it is not the color of the flame, but purer and more stable light, like natural light." Kraft gave an example.

"You must have something that you didn't tell me. It's not fair." Green looked at the professor who had been acting strange since the first meeting, and he could feel the purpose that the other party often showed.

There is no way to forcibly extract information from this guy, but at least in the current state of mutual need, we can occasionally get a glimpse of what the other party is thinking through various unreasonable concerns.

"Josh, please come here." He waved to a monk who was resting, "What kind of light did you see then?"

The monk staggered up from the wall, moved to the coffin that was used as a table and sat down cross-legged.

I just woke up from a half-dream and half-awake state and was a little confused when I was awakened. After restarting my consciousness for a while, I finally figured out what Green wanted to ask, oh.

However, there was nothing left to say, and he maintained a silent memory, and he hesitated to speak until Green reminded him.

"About the time when I was about to return to the hall and the sound of the water sounded, the people walking in the front said that there was light, but it was very faint. If they hadn't mentioned it, I would have had to be late to find out."

"So can you tell what color it is? Is it the same torch as yours?" the priest asked, realizing that he had taken it for granted.

The monk thought about it carefully, and shook his head apologetically, as if a little more force would lose the already thin impression in his memory, "Maybe it's really far away, only a little bit, almost covered by the light of the torch. It's just The channel ahead is less dark and we can barely see."

"Then, did the light change?"

"We chased after it in a low voice, but the front soon became dark. We chased so fast that we didn't even see how it got dark."

"Okay." It sounds like they really only caught the tail of the light, or the tuft of hair on the tip of the tail. "Then what kind of light do you think it is, is it a torch?"

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The parties recalled again.It can be seen that he has put in some effort, trying to grasp the content that is not the key point in the memory, but the effect is not obvious.

After all, who cares what torches or lamps they carry as long as they're after the heathen?
But he didn't give up. In the experience, he felt that he should have enough impressions of the few bright spots encountered in the boring search, about the depressed footsteps, dark passages, and old mud accumulations during tracking.

Only about the key point of everything, the brief light that wandered from the hall to the passage, did not form a description that could be resorted to.

"Sorry, now that I think about it, I don't think it's an ordinary torch." He apologized for his omission, although Father Green didn't mean to blame him, "But I can't tell what kind of light it is, maybe I can ask someone else."

"Is there anything similar?" Kraft knew that this was a bit too persistent, but it was better to ask than not to ask.

"I thought, I mean just thinking that maybe it was more like a natural light, like the sun or the moon. Very light, no color, like moonlight on a cloudy night, but more dilute."

During the narration of the parties, the pen in Green's hand never stopped, and the tip of the pen was nailed to the coffin board through the paper, making a short sound like sending a telegram.

After hearing the back, his recording speed became slower and slower, and finally he stopped completely, listening to the subjective vague description with unknown meaning.

Guessing, memory, and metaphor are mixed, and it is difficult to distinguish what is actually seen and what is supplemented by personal imagination. This kind of description cannot be written on paper without rearranging and rearranging.

He looked away, and the professor listened carefully, noncommittal.

"Should I ask someone else?"

"It would be great if it wouldn't disturb your rest too much."

The monk called other witnesses from the same industry, and their statements proved that the light from the hall was not a parallax error of individual people.

But among those unnutritious statements, there are no more than words like "unclear", "light", and "thin". No one can give an exact explanation, including the person at the front of the team who first noticed the change in the brightness of the channel.

There were no more words written down on the paper, and around that brief encounter, the supplementary content had already made it seem cumbersome, expanding into a black spot, among the other thin, clear and similar notes, like the building containing a very large and dark space. The halls of many passages without character.

Clues become suspicious clues.

"I think your focus is justified. Maybe the lamps they carry are special. Could it be some kind of special glass?" Father Green looked back at his records and was dissatisfied with the wandering description in it.

"Some glassmakers will add things to the glass to make them have unusual colors. The church is very happy to cooperate with them. I believe it is not difficult to ask something. This will help us find their relationship on the ground."

"Try it." With that said, Kraft was hopeless.

He is a little anxious, and that anxiety comes from the knowledge brought about by his unspeakable experience. The more he knows, the more suspicious he becomes.

These unsystematic and superficial understandings just make people aware of the dangers of the world, but they cannot see the whole picture. Before they understand the answer, they will not be able to find peace, and they will not even know what is driving them.

This made him start to reflect on another question, whether it is reasonable to drag a group of people into this matter like this-even if their duties are like this, they can't be like pulling ignorant people out of the boat, and together in deep waters that he hasn't explored. reason for swimming.

The two continued to chat about what was and isn't; the search that would take time, the nature of the light source, how the heretics had established a stronghold here.

Several times during the period, he wanted to tell something, but couldn't talk about it.

It will probably be regarded as some extremely weird and grotesque remarks, and he can't make any interpretation of this huge hexagonal space.

Before leaving, the professor repeated his previous advice, "Be careful and prepare for the worst. If there is any abnormal situation, it is best to retreat first, even if you encounter the light again."

There must be more than one clue to the activities of Paganism, and it doesn't matter if you miss it.I will go to the college's equipment purchase channels to check, and most likely there will be clues. "

I hope this can increase the retreat option at a critical moment.

"Thank you for your concern. Then I will leave the college to you." Green drew a circle on his chest and made a prayer gesture.I can probably feel the real worry, but I don't know how much I can listen to the advice, "I'm not a rigid person, I know how to deal with it."

"Father bless you."

Leaving his heartfelt blessings, Kraft left with a feeling that he didn't know how to describe.

Go back to the clinic, check on the patients left in the afternoon, explain to David and a group of apprentice assistants at the bedside, and deal with dinner with reheated bean soup and bad-tasting bread.When he sat down at the desk, he rarely felt a long-lost sense of exhaustion.

[About outpatient clinics during the day, night shifts at night, internal teaching, external projects, and entertainment tomorrow morning]

"Sometimes I feel like I have done a lot, but why are there still so many things to do?"

Pulling out the letterhead decorated with turquoise blue dye paintings, Kraft confirmed that the banquet time is tomorrow morning, and did not write the specific time, maybe he can go to sleep later.

The location is some suburban manor, and the letter-writer, as if for interest, will display a number of works sufficient to represent the best craftsmanship of the day, as well as trinkets that will interest younger guests.

The general range of invitees includes business contacts, some surnames that have not been seen before, and academics who have stated their titles.

Rather than talking about a banquet, Kraft felt that it was closer to a manufacturer's product display. There were friends in the industry, experts on the stage, and so on. Everyone had a free lunch and took pictures.

You can even take Yvonne with you by the way, wander around more and taste delicious food, which is good for your mental health.

Thinking of this, Kraft always felt that the letter was somewhat inductive in some non-essential aspects.

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"I Can See the Status Bar" written by Mr. Luo Sanguan is one of the few medical articles with the hardest starting point; what is rare is that after the success, he resolutely tried a new subject.

This new book takes a fictional disease that combines medicine and physics as the main line. The quality is extremely high, and I strongly recommend it here.

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