Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 56
"Mr. Kraft?" The boss withdrew his hand, escaping from the cold touch. That hand reminded him of a drowned person who was picked up from the sea. Between the folds, the friction provided seems designed to grab and drag another victim down.

Lucius and Liston looked at Kraft's face after hearing the words. Under the blond hair, the eyes opened quietly, and the hands with foam hair blocked the extended fingers, but they did not ask any questions about everything around them. As if in the ignorance of just waking up.

But that kind of eyes are not chaotic, but staring at an elusive focus in the void, behind everyone, farther away than the roof.

Kraft's lips quivered, and his raised hand opened.Lucius thought he was going to use his strength to get up, so he held his hand, but Kraft was not held back.

His cold and stiff fingers were drawing a certain regular trajectory, but his physiological function was limited, and he failed after several attempts at this movement. Lucius couldn't recognize what he was going to draw, and let go in a daze.

The pale, stiff body gave up trying to leave tracks in the air, turned to support the ground, and lifted the upper body from the cold stone floor.

The gear-like mechanical and non-biological sense makes people who meet every day seem strange. An inexplicable consciousness is manipulating this body, forcing the joints that do not cooperate to flex and stretch, as if after a long time, relying on broken Continuous muscle memory reproduces past movement patterns.

It took him a few seconds to turn over, face the ground with an extremely awkward center of gravity, and use his hands and feet to turn to a half-kneeling position, and this movement became smoother.

When the three of them were amazed at the strange actions, his eyes were pulled back from infinity, his eyes turned around with his neck, and finally stayed on the stove.

Wet hands grabbed an unburned firewood, and pulled out a string of sparks from the fire. The burning flames on the charred front half distorted the surrounding air, and gray-white embers fell down.

"Put that down, Kraft!" Liston wanted to stop the newly awakened man from continuing his dangerous actions, but he was unable to do so due to the burning carbon fire.

Kraft leaned on the wooden stick in his hand and raised it up to his eyebrows. The firelight reflected in his pupils, reflecting flickering red and yellow light and shadows. The gradual and smooth movements showed that he adapted quickly, but Liston did not Know if this is a good thing.

Failure to respond to questioning may be a sign of a mental disorder, especially if the person has a hot object in their hands, and ignorance can be a huge hazard to the safety of the person and bystanders.

Liston held down Lucius who was about to come forward to communicate, stopped behind him, and led him back a distance without a trace, hiding behind the long table.

The boss, who realized that something was wrong, had already retreated behind the counter, holding a silver-white double-winged ring amulet symbolizing the gods of the church in his hand.

Facts have proved that Liston's decision is very correct.

Immediately after regaining his ability to move, Kraft swung the wooden stick and slammed it against the wall like a hammer. The blazing fire pulled out a dazzling arc of light on the retina, and then hit the stone wall.

The fragile carbonized parts shattered and burst, and the high-temperature fragments inside burned again when they came into contact with the air, and countless flames overflowed.

Kraft watched these hot little things pass by his ears and hair without fear, and walked to the table with only the last carbonized stump left, and wrote on the table in the way of writing on the blackboard. Black scratches.

The natural and smooth drawing action is no different from using lime blocks to draw anatomical atlases that have been observed repeatedly in the course. It seems that the lines have already been marked on the plane with transparent ink that ordinary people cannot see, and the drawer just follows the existing graphics copy.

He drew the first stroke, which was a long and end-to-end arc, occupying most of the tabletop. The simple charcoal brush drove the whole body to move, and drew the outline of a perfect circle with as perfect and symmetrical strokes as possible.

The corners of the carbon block at the stump are broken during the drawing, and the small sparks and flames flicker continuously, just like painting a luminous object with flames.Just a circular outline, the gesture needs no explanation, and one cannot help but believe that it is something huge and suspended.

Then, the painter drew a black straight line on the circle with sharp and fast strokes in a beating and cutting manner.It seems to be swiping with a sword or other sharp objects.

What is to be drawn is just such a crack, abrupt and deep, which destroys the integrity of the whole.But if it is such a huge existence, what can leave such traces on its surface?

This is not the end, more rift-like straight lines are added, none of which cross the boundary of the circle, proving that Kraft is indeed drawing a broken and cracked perfect circle entity.

The two people behind the long table were attracted by the cutting-edge paintings. There seemed to be some kind of inexplicable magic in the simple lines. It was not a technique that any painter they knew could use, and it could not be conveyed by other paintings. attainable information.

After a while of not knowing whether to evaluate it as slashing or creating, a perfect circle full of crisscross cracks appeared on the table.

There is still a certain deficiency in this pattern, the lack of a dominant stroke to fully express the object, and people who look at it carefully can clearly realize this, even if they have never seen the real thing with their own eyes, they can also understand it from the outside. Kraft experienced the verve indirectly in his hard-working paintings.

It was a very impactful experience, as if stepping out of a small space and facing the full moon hanging high in the night sky, the ruthless celestial body that has not been disturbed by thousands of years of human changes has existed forever, but it can have a magnificent force on its surface. A crack big enough to engulf a city.

To think about it, to be awed, to be filled with instinctive awe of giants and mighty power.

The silver double-winged ring amulet that he was holding tightly in his hand fell unconsciously, bounced off the edge of the counter, rolled into the cracks in the floor, and disappeared in the dark crevice.

And its owner didn't seem to realize it, and stared blankly at the figure outlined by the black strokes together with the others, waiting for the moment of completion.

After pondering for a long time, the painter's hand fell again, starting from the far left, he started to draw on the edge of the circle, and drew horizontally.

This bold and delicate stroke, with great wrist strength guided by strong control, cuts away the smooth patina formed by years of use on the surface of the board, and it seems to cut open the surface of the object in the painting, showing the part that is to be revealed below.

The brushwork gradually deepens, and reaches the limit when it passes through the center of the circle. The sound of tiny pops is endless, and the wide scratches are dark in color. After passing the center, they lighten, and finally reach the border on the other side.

A slender fusiform pattern across the painting appeared, dividing the whole into upper and lower parts, full of unreasonable dynamics, endowing it with a chaotic characteristic between inorganic celestial bodies and life.In some kind of weird illusion, it will open along the horizontal split in the middle, revealing the unpainted side after the deep darkness.

After completing the finishing touch, Kraft seemed to have been drained of all his strength. The will to support this frozen body before was exhausted, and he fell backwards according to the force of gravity, with half of his body hanging on the chair next to him, his chest Severe ups and downs of gasping.

The human side returned to his body, and his weak movements showed the correct state of an unlucky guy who fell into the water for an unknown time.

"I see... vomit!" The slurred words, the turbulent liquid poured out of his throat, and Kraft spit out a big mouthful of water, looking really like a drowning person.

With nausea and exhaustion, the first time he woke up, he used the latest materials at hand to write down what he remembered. He couldn't tell whether it was his own will or the drive of others.

Like most dreams, the memories in the dream are fading away rapidly, but this time, the consciousness insisted on reaching out for a handful when waking up, and retained the important parts it thought were important.

[Celestial body, reverse fall]

Very well, he drew the last thing he saw, and his intuition told him that it had something to do with leaving the dream.

Consciousness continued to sort out the earlier parts, those chaotic and flowing memories seemed to be quicksand from another world, passing uncontrollably between the fingers, discontinuous pictures flashed quickly like a carousel, and it took a lot of effort to grasp a few key words.

【Falling, white light, creeping singing】

and also……

【spirit, senses】

Kraft stored these words suspiciously, together with incomplete pictures that were too late to distinguish one by one.

At this time, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"I was really scared to death just now, are you okay, Kraft?" A deliberately slow voice sounded from the side, and the owner of that hand leaned over and approached.

"I'm fine." Kraft regretted after finishing speaking, he found that he "saw" that person, a "transparent person" without turning around.

A humanoid creature built with a hollow support structure, connected by stretchable flexible tissues, and covered with a layer of locally grown slender hair epidermis, put its complex forelimbs on his shoulders, making him tremble in fright.

If it weren't for his general fatigue, Kraft could jump up from the chair directly.Familiar with the structure of the human body, he quickly recognized that this is a transparent, very standard human figure, and small stones can be seen in the gallbladder.

【spirit, senses】

That kind of thing reappeared in his consciousness, and he soon discovered that not only people, but everything was presented in his mind with a transparent perspective, and there was nothing to hide in the spiritual senses.

Yes, these are my senses, related to this dream.His intuition helped him confirm this, and he was naturally not surprised at all, perhaps he had already been surprised in his dream.

[turn it off]

The remnants of the dream continued to prompt.

Instinctively Kraft intended to do so, but a last glimpse in the psychic senses caught his attention.

Just on the stairs from the front hall to the second floor, there is a very vague object in the spiritual sensory feedback, which is different from other objects and people. It is not blurred because of the distance, but it seems unreal within the range of perception.

To use an inappropriate metaphor, it is stuck between "yes" and "nothing", like the boundary of the auditory field, the blind spot of the retina, it is impossible to confirm it in the spiritual sense, only to recognize its existence .

In the visual, there is no one on the stairs, and there are no sundries.

It seems to be moving at a slow speed, its size is not small, and its texture is surprisingly viscous, rather it is... squirming?
Kraft rubbed his eyes and looked towards the stairs with wide-eyed eyes. There was indeed nothing there.

"It might sound weird to say, can you help me see what's on the stairs?"

(End of this chapter)