Krafft's Anomaly Notes

The two monks were pushed away without any resistance, and they froze completely amidst the sound of whales.

That sound should be described as a vibration that propagates in all media, gushing out of a deep well in an instant and spreading in all directions.

While gouging out the eardrum, the skeletal muscles also resonate with the dull rhythm, which even makes the viscera tremble and the blood flow stagnates, making people feel the whole stomach convulsing, and the eyes appear transient amaurosis.

Green was no exception. The early detection of the change in the sound of the water gave him critical reaction time. Relying on the inertia of starting first, he pushed the two away from the spot, preventing them from being divided into two sections like stone steps passing through a ravine. Or more.

The torches slipped from slack hands, snuffed out in the water, and tumbled down the flight of stairs.

They fell down in the cold, and used their last bit of strength to prop up their upper bodies to avoid getting the items they carried wet, but they still inevitably lost part of their lighting reserves.

When the sound from the giant well came to an end, the body gradually broke free from the nauseating tremors, but the surging body fluid still made Green feel that his whole body was like an overripe berry, and under the thin skin were liquefied substances that flowed uncontrollably.

The extinguishing of the torch allowed them to fully enter the range of light that seemed to be missing a certain element, and had a more intuitive understanding of it.

It is the minimum interpretation of the concept of light, which has no meaning except for the eye to receive the outline of the surrounding scene, so weak that it cannot be understood.

But there is a lot of it, and it should come from a huge luminous body, uniformly emitting the decayed atmosphere that seems to come from another extremely barren and weird world.

At the same time, it also means that the thing that made the whale-like sound has not gone away, and the hammering of the waterfall has not shaken it, and it is indeed only following the inherent trajectory like a celestial body.

He interpreted these contents intuitively and heuristically, which made him instinctively think of the habit of fish surfacing in rainy days; reefs and lake beds don't float up, they are the backs of some kind of gigantic things.

The sound of the water was still changing slightly, rising steadily against the hammering of the waterfall.

"Stand firm." He tried his best to utter the reminder clearly, controlling the volume of the voice, for fear of causing the slightest possibility of disturbing that thing. Although this will never happen in the grand sound of water, it is not easy to overcome the fear of his own imagination. .

They felt a vibration again, this time not from the air, but from the solid rock under their feet.

The hall shifted slightly visually, and at the moment the tremor came, it didn't look like a building made of rocks, but a wooden box with loose nails that might collapse at any time.

Some fine things fell off and fell from above. It was also at this time that Green saw the zenith of the hall for the first time. A round of circular carvings occupying the entire dome could be vaguely discerned, surrounded by a long fusiform line in the middle. There are cracks that are difficult to distinguish from the original ones or formed by impact vibrations.

And after this impact, the bleak light finally began to subside, and it receded from the mist like an ebb tide, leaving only a layer covering the bottom of the hall, fluctuating with the water waves, and the moss between the stone crevices bathed in this rare light.

There was a muffled and long-lasting suction sound from the well, which was the backflow of a huge amount of water, filling the cavity left by something sinking.

"what is that?"

The question came from the companions in the same dim place. They did not rush to restore the light, but issued a question that was destined to be unanswered.

Green Search just encountered the cognition left to him.

If he could, he'd like to use all the abstract rhetoric he'd learned in grammar class, but none of that was exact, and it wasn't good enough to describe his immediate feelings.

If he had to, he'd say it was a dead moon, or part of its wreckage, brought to life, floating closer with the water level, peering out of its narrow, cramped hexagonal aperture.

There is no reason, that's what he thinks, the always keen intuition autonomously provides the impression of things in cognition that are made up by force.

That impression is revelatoryly engraved in the mind, forming an imaginary picture that is close to reality.

"I don't know." Green didn't know what he was talking about, and tried to hold down his trembling hands, forcing them to fumble and take out the kindling wrapped in leather paper to ignite.

"Hurry up, we have to find them before the rain gets heavy."

From the faces of the two, he saw a look of fear and retreat, which was unreasonable.

Whatever it was, the lingering gloom was proof that it wasn't quite gone yet.

"Will it come back?"

"I don't know, but we'd better find them before the rain gets heavy, otherwise the water might wash them in there like mud." Glancing at the hexagonal wellhead, he stepped on his wet legs. over the ravine.

They appeared abruptly and inexplicably a few minutes ago, with smooth cuts and sharp edges.

Green felt that he might have realized the reason why a certain professor always seemed to have reservations. Some things were fundamentally impossible to describe their logic and occurrence form to those who had not experienced it.

"Come on, we've stayed here long enough."

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"It seems that we have to stay here for a while." Kraft picked up the wine glass full of orange juice, took a sip, and gave Yvonne a glass as well.

Although he had been prepared for the weather change, he hadn't thought about it. The weather, which he thought was at most a shower, lasted much longer than expected, and it had a tendency to become bigger.

In this kind of weather, the road surface is obviously not suitable for carriages without anti-skid and shock-absorbing functions.

Frances showed up in good time and offered to invite everyone to stay for the planned dinner and overnight stay.

It was not yet nightfall, and the servants were already lighting the large candlesticks on the dining table, and the band also moved into the room to continue playing, changing to a fast-paced piece that inexplicably matched the rhythm of the dense raindrops.

Dishes that require two people to work together and are more decorative than practical are served on the table.

The chef comes to the table and presents the piece to the guests layer by layer with anatomical smoothness.

A lamb is stuffed inside a crispy, oily roast pig, filling the gaps with spices and vegetables.

The chef dismembered the most tender lamb chops on both sides and distributed them to everyone's plates on the spot, and took out a whole roast goose from the belly of the lamb, and stuffed an apple in the mouth of the dead goose head.

When the nearest lecturer got the apple, he almost choked to death on the undercooked mutton.Fortunately, Kraft noticed the abnormality in time, strangled his upper abdomen from behind, and performed Heimlich first aid on the spot.

And when everyone felt that the chef's job was over, the matryoshka master took out a roasted rabbit from the belly of a lamb, and then took out a squab from the roasted whole rabbit, claiming that this concentrated the essence of the dish.

The owner, Frances, will divide the unlucky pigeon for the guests according to their seat status.

When assigned to Kraft, she "accidentally" cut something hard with a crisp sound.

It was a gilt silver hair ornament embellished with peridot, and it was awarded to the lucky one who happened to get it——Yvonne.

Finally, the chef is honored to announce the name of the dish "Pursuing the Truth", inspired by the professors' career of peeling back layers and gaining valuable inside knowledge.

To say the least, the little girl stopped eating, with a strange look on her face, and the atmosphere of the banquet was very awkward for a while.

No one noticed that a hurried waiter entered the venue and whispered something to Frances, who in turn relayed the news to Kraft, who drank his third glass of juice without taking a sip from the main course.

Kraft nodded in astonishment, quietly and quickly got up and left the table.