Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 69 From Outer Heaven
A symbol that I have never seen before, somewhat similar to the one I know, yet different.

There are no cracks on the ring that is divided into two, and it maintains a considerable integrity. Except for the transverse grain in the middle, there is no common ground.

But when observing it, a vague sense of being watched appears, and the relative sight is cast behind the horizontal stripes.

It's the same as looking directly at the broken celestial body, but it's much weaker, to the point where you can't detect it unless you feel it carefully.If it weren't for the fact that this feeling of being watched is very characteristic, it would not be impossible to think that it was an illusion caused by oversensitivity.

The symbols carved on the prism gradually coincided with the broken celestial body in the impression, and the crisscross cracks disappeared. It was originally like this.

Yes, since there is a crack, where does the broken thing go?

Those line segments came alive. A long time ago, the only observable celestial body on the black sky was shattered by an unimaginable force. Countless fragments were scattered, captured by gravity, and turned into meteorites all over the sky.

Those fragments burn up in the atmosphere and fall on a layer that is far from the present and similar to the present.

The fragments from that celestial body naturally inherited its dull, dull texture, as well as the power of ups and downs between incomplete layers.

A civilization without surviving historical records recorded this unprecedented large-scale contact on this meteorite with their—or possibly their—unique aesthetic engravings.

Then, these things with vague consciousness were alienated under unknown reasons and multiplied infinitely, and the materials came from the intelligent creatures that were most accessible to the deep.

Since then, it has been hovering at the level close to the present world, using the weakened power to hunt down all human beings who have consciously or unconsciously contacted the deep layer according to biological instinct.

On this deep land, their footprints are probably everywhere, from the distant Dunling, to the borderlands, and even further away.As long as there is a relationship with the deep layer, there is a probability of encountering them and being dragged further into a deeper place.

Not to mention the contact with the number of people in the salt tide area, encountering them is no longer a probability event, but an inevitable event.

The professor wants to use this method to elicit them and obtain the dreamed breakthrough that surpasses the current limit of human cognition.

The whole picture of the matter has been uncovered, and the motivation, method of operation, and the progress of the matter at this stage are unreservedly displayed in front of him.The ruthless and inhuman plan is entangled with deep-seated malice.

As for the consequences of being completely pulled into the depths and encountering them irresistibly in sleep, Kraft couldn't continue to think about it. Who can guarantee that those tissues must all grow by themselves?

However, there are still some small questions. At least two of them have been drawn out, and then?And how is Professor Kalman going to catch them when he returns?

Even modestly speaking, ten Kallmans plus Lucius may not be enough to fight together if Kraft has one hand tied. The use of weapons also requires long-term training and accumulation.

Force is not something that can be easily compensated, not to mention that in the depths of the weirdness, it has entered the three-axed routine of creeping creatures. If it weren't for Kraft's own particularity, the young version of Old Wood would have a high probability of hating him on the spot.

It's not that I look down on the professor, but with his level, if you want to follow Kraft's path, forget it.It took him less than 2 minutes to finish eating the wrist and foot, which was faster than him eating grilled fish. After all, the wrist and foot didn't look like they needed to be pricked.

Therefore, the contact method of the professor is different, or there are other safer methods, and the contact is made with preparation.

Not surprisingly, this place in the deep layer has been honestly staying "below" the present world. If I can come into contact with it by coincidence, there must be someone who came into contact with it earlier. If I am lucky enough to survive, it is reasonable to explore it.

Along with the black liquid, there were other things that came to Wendeng Port, which gave a final boost to the professor's plan.Maybe it's just that he has seen Kallman's character, and he can't refuse, and everything will happen naturally.

So who might know this old professor who has been alone for so many years in Wendeng Port best?Knows better than his student Lucius.

"Morrison." Kraft read out the name, the mentor mentioned only in the professor's letter, the leader of the medical school of Dunling University who has never met, "Black liquid, Dunling, so-called new discoveries? This muddy water is deep Very good."

This is really a pain in the head. Dealing with crawlers is similar to hunting, each showing their sharp swords and minions to compete.And dealing with layers of human malice has never been his area of ​​expertise. It is not easy to think of normal people's thinking, and it is too difficult for him to substitute anti-social psychosis.

Now Kraft had other things to do.He had to get familiar with this round-trip medium as soon as possible, and if nothing else happened, there would be at least one alive guy waiting for him to deal with.

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In the early morning, Lucius pushed open the door of Kraft's new house. There was no life in the deserted room. It seemed that Kraft hadn't had time to add some things that should be in a normal home after returning last night.

"Kraft?"

He called Kraft's name and walked into the house. There were several newly punched nail holes on the walls and floor, as if for installation, but they were quickly removed.

No one responded to his call, and the furnishings are the same as when they first moved in yesterday, except that the boxes containing the fish oil cans have been removed.

There seems to be a creepy atmosphere here, the new owner of the house is not renovating it for living purposes, but to hide secrets that they don't want others to know.Contacting what Kraft bought yesterday, Lucius slowed down.

"are you there?"

Still no response.As it went deeper, Lucius saw a few more nail holes, which were punched at the top of the stairs. They should have been used for installation, but they were removed overnight.

He stepped up the stairs carefully, and here he saw the first thing that was different from yesterday, an iron chain at half a person's height, with a small bell hanging on it.

Leaning over and passing through, the back still rubbed against the bell on the top, and there was a crisp tinkling sound behind it, which was quite pleasant, but it seemed a bit noisy in a quiet house.

Lucius believed that if Kraft was there, he must have heard of his arrival, but he still didn't hear the sound of a second person besides him.

Climbing up the stairs, the same iron chain is hung on the open door of each floor, and there are more and more nail holes.The bizarre arrangement reminded him of the change of his mentor, who was also doing some incomprehensible behaviors.

Step by step, Lucius carefully climbed up to the attic, bypassing the chains and entering.This is the only place with beds.

The blanket on the bed was ripped off, and a few iron nails that were not cleaned up fell on the bed sheet.There are new candles on the candlesticks, which keep the room illuminated during the day when the windows are closed.

There was no one here, but judging by the length of the candle, the owner had obviously left not long ago.

"Are you there, Kraft?"

Lucius made a symbolic inquiry with no hope, and was about to leave to look for a nearby place to buy bread. Maybe Kraft was preparing today's breakfast, which happened to be staggered with him.

"Yes, sorry for getting up late."

The abrupt answer sounded from behind without warning, causing Lucius to stagger forward in fright, and turned around clutching his beating heart.

The man standing behind was none other than Kraft.There was no sound of footsteps, as if he was there, and greeted Lucius as a matter of course.

He changed into a new gray-yellow jacket that was different from yesterday, and the sleeve of his left hand was rolled up, wrapped with a few neat cotton bandages that he had wrapped himself, and there were small spots of blood oozing from it.

The long sword that was always in the scabbard was held in his hand. The surface of the sword was no longer clean and shiny, and white stains that could not be removed were absorbed.

Noticing that Lucius was staring at his long sword, Kraft put it back into the scabbard as if nothing had happened, "It's nothing, don't you get up early to practice your sword? Recently, I always feel that I still haven't exercised enough, and sometimes I can't do what I want."

"Ah, I really envy you who have a family inheritance like you. I sometimes want to learn it." Lucius wisely didn't ask when the "sometimes can't do what he wants" was, but he brushed aside the topic and asked about the business, "Today we will What are you going to do?"

After one night, he seems to have recovered from yesterday's blow, and it seems that something has changed. In the words of the alien soul, he "looks less like a student".The faint dark circles under his eyes revealed that he didn't sleep well last night.

Kraft went to the window, unbolted the wooden bolt, and pushed the window open. The morning sun shone into the room, and the slight morning breeze blew in together.

The height of the attic is a bit higher than that of the house on the opposite side. Passing Elm Street, you can see a bunch of low-rise shacks scattered on the black beach, and a new day has arrived in the salt tide area.

"Let's go to that place again and record it day by day to see if the situation has changed."

"all?"

"Probably from this side to that slightly taller shed over there." Kraft stepped aside and pointed out to Lucius the area drawn in his mind. Thanks to the good height, in the It can be seen here.

Lucius, who had no idea of ​​the scope, of course didn't understand his intention at all. He only noticed the rows of nail holes by the window after Kraft stepped aside, and fell into deep thought.

"Today we still have to look for those who drilled the well, and hope that their bids will not be too high." Kraft didn't care much about whether Lucius understood the meaning, and he sometimes forgot that not everyone agrees with him. Also have extraordinary memory.

His right forearm was leaning against the window sill, and there was a sound of hard objects knocking in his sleeves. Uncomfortably, he wanted to switch to leaning on his left hand, but thinking of the wound, he had to give up and found a chair to sit down.

"It's like this at the moment. I think that if there are no accidents, most people will get better. Get this matter resolved as soon as possible, and we can't delay any longer." His brows were a little anxious, and Lucius felt that there was some threat that made him fidget.

Although it was a bit suspicious to ask at this time, Lucius still asked, "What if there are still people who are not well?"

"That means there are other problems in the place where they live, and I will solve it." Kraft pushed the chair away, "Let's get something to eat before leaving, I'll treat you."

(End of this chapter)