Krafft's Anomaly Notes

The damp and stale wind penetrates the mouth and nose, peeling off the warmth on the skin and mucous membranes, freezing and strangling the thoughts, making it unsustainable.

Buildings, streets, rivers, things that should appear are erased from the vision, replaced by dark rain that falls in torrents, integrating the heaven and earth like an apocalypse, returning to the chaos before the creation of the world.

Tens of millions of tons of water fell from the sky and merged into the torrent that surged from the ground and raced through the squares and streets.

The unreachable depths are communicated with the surface by water flow. Like an ancient giant in hemorrhagic shock, a large amount of blood is suddenly injected into it. Some kind of pulsation comes to the surface along the refilled veins. The microorganisms living in the dry fur are just frightened and inexplicable. Aware of the situation, something is always active below.

There is no thunder. In the rushing air, another signal can be sensed, not from the clouds, but from the water below.

As the floating foam arrived, it also shattered like foam, and was further torn and elongated by the rushing airflow into something like a cry.

He had heard this sound before. He heard it when he was being chased by a chaotic thing in the mausoleum at the bottom of the Temu River. It seemed like the voices of many individuals were moving together.

At this time, this sound steamed up from the waves, and was carried by the strong wind along with the stale breath, permeating every inch of space that could be perceived.

【You come! 】

They cry in a low voice, but it is deafening. They do not follow any cognition of sound and are not in the realm of hearing.

The dark water world pouring out of the window seemed to have some kind of collective consciousness beyond cognition at that moment. It discovered him when he "heard" the sound, and all paid attention to this window that was shaking in the wind and rain.

The kind of information condensed into the tail of a sharp toothed fin was born from a huge painful living body that cruised in the lightless waters, swam up the vertical pipe with six walls, oscillated in the tunnel as complex as blood vessels, and came with the turbulent flow. To the surface, beyond the water.

The feeling is so real that the recipient thinks he can see it rushing toward him like an eel smelling blood, burrowing through the forehead bone, swirling in the forehead sinus, and passing between the eyes. The nasal septum deviates to one side under the squeeze, the refraction of the eyeballs is mottled and blurred due to deformation, and a twitching mass bulges at the top of the pharynx.

He subconsciously scratched his face with his hands, only touching the wet hair on his forehead and the intact bridge of his nose.

But in the feeling, the thing has penetrated the area with rich blood vessels and thin bone shell and broken into the skull. It blended with the fluid surrounding the brain into a diffuse and explosive pain, seeping into the deep cavity and going deeper. extends everywhere.

The pure and real pain weighed heavily on the spirit. After reaching the limit, the consciousness collapsed instantly, and the blackness closed in the middle of the field of vision.

Before he lost his ability to control himself, he saw something. A white halo like the reflection of the moon slowly rose up, stretching out soft and flexible extensions from the wave crests, and climbed up on the shoulders of the icon.

"Uh"

The spinning dizziness was accompanied by the sharp noise of wooden furniture dragging on the ground, overturning and colliding.

Green opened his eyes and saw a familiar ceiling above his head, one side illuminated by the half-burned candle, while the rest was shrouded in uneven shadows.

Subconsciously looking at the window, the locked window leaves blocked out the dampness and coldness of Dunling's night. The glass mosaic reflected the dim candlelight like a holy light. The room was peaceful and peaceful, giving people a familiar sense of security.

Nightmare?

The remaining memories are as fragmented as a pottery cup dropped on the ground. Only the most profound parts remain in the area of ​​consciousness that the instinct does not want to touch. Just a little deeper, unreasonable resistance breaks out.

Dark, damp, painful, extreme and chaotic, the cause and effect cannot be found.

But after opening my eyes, it completely disappeared, which perfectly confirmed that everything was just a dream.
After lying on the ground for a while, he swept away the fragments of cups around him, and in the process touched the scattered wet papers.

The dizzy handwriting said something that was still impressive: The clinic recently added a new drug.

The acid reflux and worry about the paperwork forced him to raise his upper body as quickly as possible, and despite the dizziness that had not faded away, he rescued the remaining papers from the water stains and spread them out in dry places.

There were rough indentations on his forehead, and combined with the soreness and numbness in his arms, he must have fallen asleep lying on the table, and had the worst dream in his life. It was so bad that when he woke up, he was still struggling hard, and even the chair fell to the ground. on the ground.

"Tuk-tuk!"

The sound of knuckles touching wood sounded twice behind him regularly.

"Come in, Vadin, I'm still awake." The permission came out of his mouth with almost no thought. There are only two situations for visiting at night, urgent matters and acquaintances, and this unhurried knock on the door is obviously not the former.

He was ready for Vardin to push open the door and laugh at him for sleeping on the floor from the table. But what responded to him was not the turn of the key in the keyhole, but a second knock on the door.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

The people outside didn't seem to hear the owner of the house, and they knocked more hastily and urgently. The sound echoed in the empty building, then returned to the door, and came over and over again.

Before he could figure out the identity of the visitor, the same tapping sound sounded on the window page.

A gust of rugged cold wind hit the window, causing the glass to tremble, flickering in and out of light and dark, with an indescribably weird rhythm, giving it a "sense of imitation."

He shouldn't be able to hear the difference between tapping, but this tapping is like something someone who has never been exposed to language has drawn based on a template - it's almost correct in form, but it's written on his face.

Green tried to get up. No matter what the situation, he must get up first and get the sword enshrined under the holy symbol. There is a sense of déjà vu, this action happened vaguely not long ago.

Only when I actually did it did I realize that it was not that simple. The body that was usually controlled by arms seemed to be glued to the ground. It took several times as long to just turn over. The mercury-like weight poured into every inch of the limbs from the lower jaw to the feet. .

When he was finally able to raise his torso with his elbows, further movements were interrupted by sudden ringing in his ears and loss of balance.

The knocking sound disappeared, and the metallic buzzing became the only sound left in my ears. The ground in front of me moved a short distance out of thin air. They were like carpets being pulled away, rubbing against the stinging arms. He fell to the ground again, his chest pressed against the cold stone bricks, not knowing why.

Soon he understood.

Once again, the field of vision shifted along with the tinnitus. Some kind of force that made everything in front of me tremble was transmitted to the ribs along with the stones in the chest. Like an insect inside a giant bell, something is knocking in this room that is hanging alone in the dark night where reality is hard to distinguish.

The force was too powerful to be true, but every time it came, the blood in the chest swelled in the blood vessels like foaming wine, and the gas resonated with it in the lungs that felt obviously torn.

Suffocation and heart palpitations pressed the eyelids down, and the room shattered before the fragmented consciousness tried to organize the final resistance. The knocking objects poured in, and Green could feel how they grasped his palm from between his fingers and dragged his body towards some kind of fall.

He was falling or rising in darkness and unconsciousness, his position meaningless at this time.

When I finally felt it again, the first thing I felt was the soreness in my arms and the stiffness in my cervical spine.

Green opened his eyes. There were letters that had been approved on the table, and fine raindrops drifted in from the cracks in the window.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

A knock on the door came from behind.

"." Green's spirit tensed up instantly.

"It's me, Father." The familiar voice was not Wading, but another monk. Green remembered his name and origin clearly, not because of his good memory, but because he had copied it by hand when submitting the information about the personnel involved in the operation a few days ago.

Green breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to open the door, "Brother Sandor?"

"Good night, Father, I'm glad you're not asleep yet. Can I come in and sit down?" A monk wearing ordinary clothes stood at the door without a sword. It seemed that he was not here for official business.

"Welcome, my brother, sit down over there at the stove, and I will light it in a moment."

"Thank you, but don't bother, I won't be staying long."

"Huh?" Green threw a roll of hay into the brazier and was holding a candlestick to light the fire. When he turned around, he saw Sandor standing straight beside the chair without sitting down. Perhaps because of the rain outside, his trousers from the knees down were soaked, and his boots looked like they had just been soaked in water, leaving a series of footprints behind him.

"What do you mean?"

"Did you hear that?" Without waiting for Green to answer, he got the answer he wanted from the priest's unprepared and ugly expression, showing a slightly rigid smile.

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