Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 39 Unexpected visitor
Kraft saw the visitor, alone, and seemed well.

He was probably what Liston said "lived in a place like the Salt Tide."The poor-quality linen clothes, the mending and thread ends can be seen a few steps away, and the smell of fish will smell when you get close.

The student who came to report the letter did not lead him to any empty room, but let him stand in the hall of the medical school. The people in black robes who came and went occasionally cast strange glances, and the environment invisible rejected this strange intruder. entrants.

A longshoreman, Kraft passed judgment.

The student who came to convey the message took Kraft into the hall and whispered: "I didn't want to disturb you, but he insisted that he only wanted to see you, and he didn't want to tell me the reason. I think there may be some special circumstances?"

"Thank you, Matt, please do the same next time." Kraft called out his name accurately, nodded his thanks, and the student left flattered.

After seeing off the students, Kraft observed the visitor as he approached.He stared at the ground, his trouser legs and shoes were wet, it felt like he had just arrived from some wet place, most likely it was sea water, and the places he stepped on would dry out and leave a layer of salt frost.

Probably that's why the student didn't take him inside.

"Hi, I'm Kraft. Is there anything I can do for you?" Kraft stood in front of him and greeted him skillfully.

"Ah, hello, it's me." He shivered for a moment, as if taken aback, and shifted his gaze to Kraft's black robe, "I heard that you can cure some diseases that others can't..."

He paused, and asked in an uncertain tone, "And only five silver coins?"

Well, it’s another rumor that I don’t know which version. It seems that the rumor has quickly developed to treat intractable diseases.

I do come across some of these patients these days.Because of outrageous rumors, he came to the medical school with a disease that had nothing to do with abdominal pain, and made various demands, which really gave Kraft a headache for a while.

However, his professionalism still made him force himself to be serious and complete the standard process.

"In fact, there are some differences, but if there is something uncomfortable, we can find a place to sit and talk." Kraft is not polite, he is not used to this kind of communication environment, maybe when should he apply for a special reception room.

"No, no need, just say it here. Is it really only five silver coins?" The visitor stretched out his hand, and only then did Kraft notice that he was holding five black silver coins in his hand.

To put it bluntly, this black silver coin is too dark. It can't be blamed for the private minting and adding too much material, but the storage environment is too bad, and the value has to drop by a notch.

"Please come with me. Let's talk in a quiet place. Just treat it as a chat. My time is not considered money."

As the saying goes, come and go, you can't drive people away.Kraft found an empty room nearby, moved two chairs, and asked him to sit down and talk.

After changing the place, the visitor seemed to relax a bit, and talked about his problem intermittently, "I don't know when it started, it seems that my sleep time is getting longer and longer. I know it's strange to say this, but My situation is different."

"I work as a hired worker at the pier. I have to go to find work every day. I usually get up very early. I didn't notice it at first, but one day I woke up when the sun hit my face."

"After that I noticed I was waking up later and I asked my wife to wake me up in the morning and it turned out she was doing the same."

"Will you be overworked during this time?" Kraft rubbed his eyes, saying that the topic made him sleepy too.He hasn't been sleeping very well recently, his nap time has been shortened, and his working hours have become increasingly anti-human.

"No, no, no, I'm definitely not like this. After that, I woke up later and later, and I was more prone to sleepiness at night. Now I have to sleep for half the morning to wake up."

"I went to several clinics, and they all felt that I had nothing to do with it, and the medicines they prescribed didn't help."

His words were full of incomprehensible panic and confusion, and he looked at Kraft, hoping to find a trace of approval.

"Is there anything else wrong? For example, coughing, fever, etc.?" Kraft adjusted his posture, leaned forward, and assumed a posture of listening carefully.In fact, he didn't think it was a big deal, the change of posture was just because of sedentary backache.

It sounds like a change in living habits that disrupted the daily biological clock of the client and his wife. Everyone has experienced such an experience, but Kraft is not deeply involved in this professional aspect, so he has no particularly good advice on this.

If I knew how to get up early naturally, would I be late for morning class in college?

Seeing that Kraft showed no signs of impatience like the others, the visitor continued, "I tried to get the neighbors to wake me up, but they did the same. I ended up with a good friend." Friends, wake me up on the way to the pier in the morning."

"Neighbors too?"

"Yes, they also found themselves sleeping longer and longer. And my friend said that it was difficult to wake me up. He said that he called my name loudly in my ear and slapped my face so that he could wake up." The doubt on his face became more and more serious, and he talked about the strangest place.

"But...but I don't remember it at all. It stands to reason that you should feel something when you are half awake, right?"

"It's like there are only two states: sleeping and waking? You just said that your wife is also like this. Have you tried it on her?" Kraft grabbed the armrest to support himself.

"Yes, my wife is also like this. It is difficult to wake up, and I have no memory of what happened, so I believe him." The arm wrapped in burlap clothes trembled slightly, "I feel really sick. If If you go too late, you can only work for half a day, which is impossible."

"What about your neighbors, they have trouble waking up too?"

"I didn't ask them that. That's all I know." He fell silent, looking expectantly at Kraft, hoping for a different answer.

If he wasn't lying or hiding something, Kraft really couldn't find anything to match his symptoms.What is it called? "Progressive sleep prolongation"?
Such a bald thing is not without precedent, and all kinds of strange complaints have hidden truths behind them. Either the patient got something wrong, or key information was omitted.

For example, I woke up overnight with hematuria, and I did a quick search for signs of kidney disease, but found nothing, and finally found out that I ate half a box of red dragon fruit last night.

For example, the famous advertising slogan "It's not good for children to be sick and old, most of them are pretending, give them a beating..."

In short, the patient is not wrong. If you want to blame, you can blame you for not asking clearly. The responsibility lies with you, not him.Even if he is pretending to be sick, you have to show him clearly.

"Okay, I understand what you mean. Next, I will ask some questions in more detail. It may sound unrelated to your illness, but it is indeed necessary." Kraft dipped the ink, spread the paper, "First, can you tell me your name and where you live?"

"My name is Gary and I live in the Salt Tide."

"Exact location?" Kraft wrote down his name on the paper, and separated the address bar on the side.

"I...I can't tell, is this important?" Gary failed to answer this question, "In the salt tide area near the church, there is a salted fish place next to it, and there is a tree at the door."

Kraft covered his forehead, feeling Liston's pain deeply.He actually knew about the Salt Tide Area, but he had never been in it, nor had he thought about it.

This place is equivalent to the slums of Wendeng Port. The buildings are completely irregular, which is a legacy of unplanned development in the early days of typical urban construction.

The reason why it is called this name is because the terrain is relatively low, and the rising tide sometimes overflows here, leaving wet sandy land and large and small salty puddles, and after drying, it will leave a place of fine salt grains and dead Small creature fishy smell.

Those who had no money to settle in other areas of Wendeng Port were squeezed into this rotten land, and built various housing shacks, which expanded simultaneously with the development of Wendeng Port, becoming a gray area that the city did not want to admit. urban area.

There aren't any normal streets in it, just narrow alleyways between crooked, shoddy houses that crawl and criss-cross and grow with the arrival of more people each year.Unattended filth buildup has deteriorated to the point where it is impossible to clean it up, the further inward it is.

In the past, Kraft, as a child of a small nobleman who came to Wendeng Port to have fun, of course, could not go in. At most, he passed by the edge and avoided it when he smelled a strange smell.

The city's administrators were too lazy to send people in, allowing the salt tide area to become a three-way zone, where chaos and disorder breed.

The characteristic sea water dungeon of Wendeng Port, which is hated by people and ghosts, is also placed on the sea side of the salt tide area, and all the things that are not suitable for appearing in clean urban areas are thrown into this salty trash can.

It is impossible to go in for follow-up visits.

"Alas." Kraft sighed, wrote a general "Salt Tide District, Northwest" in the address column, and noted the sign he mentioned next to it.

"It's okay, it won't affect much. Do you and your neighbors have the habit of closing the windows in the room to keep warm?"

"No, firewood is prone to damp and mildew."

……

……

Kraft found nothing.

Gary's life is full of problems, including a single diet, lack of vitamins, living in a humid place for a long time, and heavy physical labor.

There was nothing he could single out to explain the Gary family's symptoms.Considering that neighbors also have it, probably due to the influence of surrounding environmental factors, there will be no results if you don't go to the scene to see it.

Even if you go there, you may not find anything.

"Sorry, I don't have any idea for the time being, this is the first time I have come into contact with such a situation." Kraft shook his head and said, "If you can, please come to me in two days, I will try my best to find the reason with you. "

"No, no need." Gary lowered his head and didn't say much, maybe he understood this sentence as a kind of tactful rejection.

He got up from his chair, pulled the door open by himself, without pain or anger, just walked away quietly.Gray emotions enveloped him, no need for words to express, it was obvious to smear the whole body, anyone can read the heavy feeling of depression.

Before stepping out the door, he turned around again, faced Kraft, and said the last words before leaving, "Thank you, you are the only one who is willing to listen to me finish this, may the Lord bless you with health."

(End of this chapter)