Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 58 I have a bold idea
"That's roughly how it happened. I suspect that someone threw the clearing medicine into the well in the salt tide area, and the gathering of people who have taken clearing medicine in a certain range will cause the symptoms to worsen."

Kraft nestled in the chair, holding a freshly fractured board by his hand, the burrs on it had not yet been smoothed out, and there was a huge carbon-painted broken circle on one side.

That table was finally bought, and the boss did not give a negative answer to these abnormal people, especially when the most abnormal noble among them was still carrying a sword.

Seeing the attitude of the boss, this hotel was unbearable. Kraft packed up his own few things, hung them on the horses in the stables, and changed hotels to stay.Before leaving, I did not forget to ask the boss to borrow a hand saw to cut off the table board and take it away.

Now they were sitting in their new hotel room, and since there was only one chair, Liston and Lucius had to sit on the edge of the bed.

Lifting the blanket covering his body, Kraft moved a little closer to the stove, "Tomorrow we will go to the salt tide area together, guard the well, and tell them they can't drink anymore."

"So they will really believe it and accept that they will walk a longer distance every day to fetch water?" Liston expressed doubts about this, "And with your current state, can you really go tomorrow?"

Kraft had just changed out of his semi-dry clothes and rinsed off the salt particles that kept irritating the small scratches on his body. Now he dared to say that he would go to the salt tide area tomorrow. Liston expressed serious doubts about whether he could do it.

"Don't worry, even if I go to the battlefield, I can last a few rounds."

It's true that Old Wood didn't want him to go to the battlefield, but he also considered that he couldn't manage him for the rest of his life, and that he would have the possibility of making great achievements in the future, so the training intensity was absolutely unrelenting, and the physical fitness to trot all the way in a full set of metal armor was a must. .

Although Kraft has been complaining privately that he was planning to run away after the battlefield ran out of horses, he still basically met the standards recognized by his grandfather.

The reassuring heat from a warm fire is the most efficient and reliable source of energy that humans have mastered at this stage, and the cornerstone of civilization.He could feel his body warming up, and his physical strength gradually recovered, at least there would be no problem with normal activities tomorrow morning.

"As for the wells... I could pay someone to drill them another well, maybe even two, and fill up a damn polluted well."

Being rich is indeed a happy thing, and it can easily solve most problems, even things and abnormal phenomena require a material foundation.

Residents in the salt tide area can only live there because they have no money, and they share a well with many people.Then Kraft can use money to solve the impact of well water and cut off the source directly.

But when it comes to money, Kraft thought of one thing, "By the way, as a lecturer, I should be paid, right?"

"Is this the first day you noticed this?" Liston showed an expression of looking at the foolish son of the lord's family, and it was the first time in his life that he saw someone who only thought of his salary after working overtime for two months.

Unexpectedly, Kraft thought for a while and nodded seriously.He doesn't usually spend much, and the most he spends is on paper and ink for copying books. If it wasn't for the fact that he has only been out and not in recently, he really wouldn't have considered this issue.

Subconsciously, he is not an independent individual, but exists as a family heir, and all sources of income are in the hands of Old Wood and Anderson.

"Do you need me to tell you about the operation mode of the academy?"

"Thank you, but now is not the time." Kraft keenly smelled a hint of disgust, which was his least favorite administrative process.

He can understand countless complicated operations and memorize hundreds of twists and turns of knowledge points, but he can't sort out these strange rules and procedures, and his head hurts when he gets involved in paperwork other than his major.

"Let's talk about the current situation. The work on Liston's side must also be adjusted. Until we thoroughly understand the mechanism of everything that happened, not a drop of clarification potion can be used."

Emotionally speaking, it was difficult for Liston to accept this decision, "Then we will immediately return to the original situation, and even the clean surgery you requested cannot be done in some amputations."

"We can't bet on how many people taking Chengming will affect each other when they gather together, and I don't know how to calculate how large the area is for gathering." Kraft was also very helpless about this.

It would be bad to lose the diluent's help, but he was to blame for letting an anomaly that would wear down the barrier between the world and the deep spread through Wendeng Harbor.

Assuming it really continues and more people realize the significance of the application of this technology, when Professor Morrison in Dunling decides to make a public discovery, the situation will be out of their control.

No one can resist the temptation of painless surgery. Even if it proves that it cannot be used by too many people, the result will only be that everyone wants to use it for themselves.

And the little black liquid left in the basement alone is enough to provide conditions for thousands of operations after dilution. This number will be a considerable proportion in the entire Port of Wendeng. Copying is a matter of time.

"This is so weird. It's like some kind of epidemic. Drinking clearing is the prerequisite for its infection, and the gathering of users is the cause of its outbreak?" Liston glared at Lucius, who showed an innocent expression. Foot didn't tell him that at the time, "So do we still need to disperse them?"

"It's hard to do, they have nowhere to go. And there should be no need." Kraft explained, "I guess the well water has diluted the medicine to the extreme, so that it needs to be continuously drunk to gather and interact to gradually promote the progress of the disease. "

"Our approach is to break one of the links first."

More words were swallowed, and in the wandering deep invisible creatures, he couldn't explain how he knew it, and speaking out was meaningless except that it would be regarded as hysteria and reduce credibility.

"I don't have too many questions about these, but there is one thing I need to know." Liston wanted to ask this question for a long time, "How did Chengming appear in the well in the salt tide area?"

Kraft, who had been speaking freely just now, quickly shut up and made a not-so-persuasive thinking posture. Lucius next to him shrank back, trying to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

The scene became quite awkward, and for Liston, silence was the most powerful answer, even more obvious than Lucius' silence.

This basically confirmed his previous guess.It's fine for Lucius to help conceal it, and Kraft couldn't say it, and he didn't dare to give an inaccurate suspect. This person can only be Professor Kalman, and there is a high probability that it is the source of the clarifying potion.

"Well, if you want to know, go and catch him." Pretending to be confused is a science. Although Liston has not seen some classic clips that are familiar to souls from other worlds, this does not prevent him from practicing in the long-term society. Learn this skill.

It's too late to regret it now. This hole was already buried when he participated in the operation. Maybe Kraft himself didn't realize it. No one should try to separate the relationship now.

Why would the professor do that?How on earth could this damn motive be explained?Liston was extremely frantic in his heart, and had to maintain a helpless expression on the surface, pretending to be ignorant.

Kraft also knew that his silence was too far-fetched, but fortunately, Liston's words gave him a step down, "I really don't have a clue about this matter, but fortunately, it doesn't hinder the next steps, let's do what we can do first." .”

"Need to sleep first?"

"No, I've had enough sleep, let's talk about it tomorrow night." As soon as sleep was mentioned, Kraft subconsciously pressed his left waist and touched the hilt of his sword. The cold, hard and blunt texture brought a sense of peace of mind as always.

A good mental state reminded him of a problem, that is, he would still fall asleep sooner or later, and that existence, that soft, wriggling thing, would come to his door and drag him into the deep.

From a certain point of view, this is not a bad thing, but just what he wants.

He already knew the clues to return from the deep layer, and as a result, the thing in the deep layer failed to catch him, so wouldn't it be a good time to see what is happening in the area corresponding to the salt tide area in another layer?
A bold idea was born.

People's desire to die and curiosity are unstoppable, Kraft pondered for a while, and then expressed his thoughts: "I'm going to Elm Street to find a house where I can spend the night."

"Is it really necessary?"

"In the future, I may have to go back and forth to the Yanchao area frequently. Is it necessary to find a temporary place nearby?"

"Yeah...that's right." Lucius agreed.

Liston nodded. He felt that there were other reasons for this. Everything about Kraft was abnormal, but he could come back to find out the specific reasons later. "If you need help with other things, please don't forget me."

"Thank you, this is great, I have something to buy." Regardless of whether Liston was polite or not, Kraft was not polite, took off the blanket on his body and went to get a pen and paper, "I'll make a list, it's all Easy to find daily necessities.”

In his mind, Kraft had already begun to formulate a complete strategy.In the fragmentary memory, the dark and damp but surprisingly consistent level with the present world gave him inspiration.Preparations here are likely to be replicated exactly in the depths.

"Oil, kindling?" Liston frowned, "What are these used for?"

"Gives me a good dream. Think of it as the obsession of a hapless guy waking up in the cold and wet." Kraft shrugged and shook the blanket aside.

He took the paper, and even saw a small boat at the bottom, the kind only wide for one person, used for transportation in coastal waters, and for escape on some large boats.

"Okay, no problem. When you come back from the Salt Tide tomorrow, you will find that these things have been sent to Elm Street."

The paper was folded into a small square and stuffed into the bag. Liston didn't continue to ask questions, and he was not dissatisfied with this task that obviously cost him.He can entrust someone to complete the messy purchase items inside.

Anyway, he also needs a suitable reason to act alone to complete a bold idea.

(End of this chapter)