Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 62
Forced by the "urgent matter", Kraft reluctantly gave up his arrangement work, and a series of hurried footsteps downstairs brought him in front of Lucius.

Ignoring the sound, he really looked like a ghost when he moved on the stairs. The steep stairs that almost caused Lucius to break his leg took only half a minute under these boots, and he walked from the attic to the first floor like walking on flat ground.

The uneven, shadowed steps did not cause any hindrance. He obviously missed a few times when he stepped here for the first time, but now he is familiar with it like walking in the back garden of his own home.

"What happened?" Kraft hurried down from the attic, holding a pair of traps with a radius at least half the length of the shinbone.

Lucius sighed and put the water glass on the window sill, "We have to go to Liston right away."

His mood seemed quite depressed, and he was a little relieved, as if he had let go of a burden in his heart and resolved a long-standing conflict.

"Did he say something?" Kraft, who was halfway through the arrangement, didn't want to leave. God knows if these people would misplace a trap without their own supervision.

"I don't know whether this is good news or bad news, so let's just say it." Lucius seemed to let go of a certain barrier, and for the first time in the past few days, he looked straight at Kraft without shy away, "You're right , Liston is at the mentor's house."

This breaking news made Kraft stunned for a while. He didn't realize why Liston was at the professor's house, and the most outrageous thing was that he seemed to have discovered something important.

How could someone leave evidence at home after doing something bad?
It's not that he didn't think about going straight to the suspect's residence, but one was that he was dragged into the deep layer by that thing the night he locked the target, and he didn't care about it; the other was that the professor would definitely find an unknown place outside the college, and If you are not careful, you will bring yourself big troubles, and the risks and benefits are not equal.

At this time, Liston's door-to-door investigation, which he ignored in the absence of information, unexpectedly opened up the situation.

"Get a carriage, and I'll pack something." Seeing that it was getting late, Kraft weighed the trap in his hand.May have to spend the night outside, nothing to worry about.

……

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"This is it." Lucius led the way ahead, pointing to a building with an open door in the dusk.

Someone is already waiting at the door.He stood in the middle of the street, avoiding the position directly facing the door opening, and it seemed that he had been there for a long time.Deliberately keeping the distance from that building, even the shadows are distinct from the shadows cast by the eaves.

Seeing Lucius and Kraft, he stepped forward quickly and took the box from Kraft, "I hope you can take a look at them, maybe only you can explain what it is."

"What's going on?" Since someone is willing to help, Kraft is not polite. There are four sets of traps, two cans of fish oil, and some small tools, which are not easy to hold.

Liston cast a glance inside the door, unwilling to lead the way, and waited for Kraft to enter the door to find out, "It's very similar to the thing you painted...but it's different, you'll know it after you've seen it."

Call someone over and guess the riddle in person, right?
Seeing that Liston was willing to help him move things and buy things, Kraft resisted the desire to blurt out this sentence, and there was no lack of reflection on his words and deeds in recent days, whether there was a possibility that his strange behavior might infect others.

Rather than fear and fear, in the eyes of this lecturer who can work overtime in the dissection room in the middle of the night, it is more of escape.There are things beyond common sense in this house, causing discomfort no less than the first time a human being faces the hollow body of his own kind, or more shocking than death.

This kind of emotion is not difficult for Kraft to understand. It is the inexplicability of knowledge endowed by human life, the failure of common sense and logic to solve problems, and the inability of civilized people to return to the endless wilderness after shedding social products. accept.

Well, for the time being, it seems that Liston's mental state is fairly stable, and the box in his hand is also very stable.

"There are two fragile jars inside, can you help me watch it?" To be on the safe side, Kraft wanted to find something to do for Liston and focus on other places, "Before I go in, tell me What to do."

"There are some books on the second floor, you will understand after reading it. No, I don't actually understand where it came from..."

"Okay, that's fine, look at this box here." Kraft interrupted him decisively, holding his shoulders, emphasizing the box again.

Putting Liston in place, Kraft turned and walked towards the mansion.He stopped Lucius who was about to follow, pointed to Liston, and signaled him to take care of him here for a while.

From the outside, the mansion in the setting sun looks no different than its neighbors.The idea of ​​construction is too similar, using a fairly rigid second floor plus a moderate height of the attic, plus a small yard.

It belongs to the practical school that has been tempered in the old house, ensuring the space inside and outside. The defect is that there is no room for development in appearance.Its status in the architectural world is roughly equivalent to that of a small bungalow in the countryside on the other side of the soul. It is hard to think that this is the home of a college professor.

The open front door completely destroys the innate sense of security of this classic design, leaving a blemish on it.The lowering sunset shoots the elongated afterglow into the room, pulls out the slender light strip door carpet on the old and empty wooden floor, and inserts it obliquely into the main hall without any layout, like an informal invitation.

If the professor wasn't too careless, the doors and windows in the main hall were all opened by Liston. The strips of sunlight on the ground and the wall showed a strange reddish color due to the refraction of the atmosphere, illuminating the walls and the floor. Round symbol drawn with dark paint.

They vary in size, the big ones can take up half of the wall, and the small ones are less than the size of a human head, but they have a clear consistency.With just one glance, Kraft could see that it was the celestial body form he had brought back from the deep layer, and the cracked form and direction were exactly the same.

The difference Liston mentioned is probably the crack that runs across the middle. The larger the figure, the wider the horizontal stripe in the middle, and even deviates from the thin and thick sketch lines at the two ends, and is closer to the fusiform shape.

The tables and chairs thrown to the corner left enough space for the main hall to play. The largest of them was right under his feet. Using the entire ground as a drawing board, the edge of the astonishingly large broken celestial body reached the base of the wall, and the large horizontal Stretch expands, and the chaps on both sides are squeezed out.

Simple symbolic drawing creates an extraordinary sense of change, evokes a part of memory.

It is not difficult for those who have seen it with their own eyes to understand the mysteries in the painting. Once they witness this thing, it is difficult to look away.It magnifies in the field of vision while occupying the whole mind.Going beyond the distance, it is getting closer and closer to it in another degree.

The indescribable feeling cannot be expressed by perspective drawing, but only the largest plane can be used to show its approach to people by its area.

A sense of...being watched.Not a one-sided observation, but an interaction.

Kalman seems to have been looking at it for a longer period of time, and the hint of being looked at from the opposite side is stronger, and the ever-expanding transverse fissure is given an anthropomorphic meaning.

Kraft searched for a better word to describe it.

[open]

Ah, that's right...

A clear and terrifying thought flashed through, after all, you have to watch. In the human mind, how can watching have no eyes?

【It is alive】

As if the memory reappeared, standing under the dark dome again, witnessing the constant broken celestial body, the noise flickered in the horizontal stripes, and a strong sense of being watched struck.

It is like a giant eye slowly opening, with horizontal stripes expanding to both sides, and the dim, dead light is its gaze.But if you look closely, there is no movement, the huge crack has never changed, everything is just an illusion.

For a while, Kraft couldn't tell whether it was the natural effect of an objectively existing celestial body that drove him back to the present world, or whether it was the decision made by the subjective consciousness as magnificent as a celestial body.

It is like enlightenment, without verbal elaboration, triggered by simple images, irrational and anti-logic information directly enters the mind through unknown channels, and passively obtains knowledge that shakes the mind.

It was a terrible experience, and Kraft looked away to avoid looking directly at the huge graphics on the floor, but they were all over the room, and there was no clean place to find.

And once it is seen as an eye, the suggestion of being looked at lingers, and can no longer be taken with equanimity.

Kraft stepped over the giant broken celestial painting on the floor, stepped up to the second floor quickly, and prepared to leave with useful things as soon as possible.

Unsurprisingly, the professor's bedroom was also painted with the same graphics.On the wall facing the window, a round of shattered celestial body like a half-closed giant eye is facing the window. The original decorative painting on the wall was thrown aside, and the picture frame was broken into several pieces.

Spread out on the table in front of the window should be the books Liston mentioned, and Kraft frowned after taking a look.Not because they don't know each other, but because they are too familiar, so familiar that it makes people feel awkward from the bottom of their hearts.

The graphics outlined with black lines are automatically colored in the consciousness, the organization on the plane comes alive in the mind, and the soft arms and legs constructed by human tissues are vividly curled, facing each other through the paper pages and memories coming from nowhere draw.

Kraft subconsciously blocked it with his hand, but the expected blow did not strike. It took a few seconds for him to realize that it was an illusion linked to memory again.

【creep...】

"What outrageous assembly?" Kraft closed the book angrily. Since it is so familiar, it is no surprise that it is the annoying mollusc creature in memory.Although I don't know why it is connected with human organizations, the impact of this thing is obviously not as big as some incomprehensible celestial body.

What seems deviant and seductive to Liston is far less exaggerated in Kraft's eyes.

Souls from other worlds were fortunate to be born in an era of great surgical development. They have seen and heard countless strange treatment options. Moving toes to hands to fill in gaps and thigh flaps to repair faces are not new things. The technique of growing human organs in animals.

After figuring out the principle, it is really like buckling parts from other places to install them.

In terms of the horror caused by the mixing and distortion of normal tissues, it is generally difficult for people who have seen teratomas to be touched by it.

For this structure, his evaluation is - Abnormal technology, shocking.Things that don't talk about the logic of the world are really powerful, and it's impossible not to envy their unique advantages.But at this level... After thousands of years, human beings can do better.

(End of this chapter)