Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 77 Are You Awake?
Darkness, darkness after light.Like being hit by a heavy hammer composed of light and sound, a huge amount of intensive sensory experience devoured the last sanity.

At the last moment of losing consciousness, it is difficult to judge whether it is the fear of unpredictable fate or the joy of getting rid of the unacceptable picture.

Of course, this is not based on subjective will, and his own will has not changed. His vision was engulfed by darkness, and the buzzing tinnitus replaced the overlapping noises like waves. At the cost of giving up control of life, he was temporarily relieved. up.

Sinking into the darkness that seems to last until Judgment Day, I really thought of death for the first time, and thought of what I couldn't think about when I returned to the shed at night in the endless fatigue and numbness of half my life-meaning.

The existence that has never been seen and heard subverts the worldview known to this soul running between the salt tide area and the port. The religious parents have been influenced by the ears and eyes. The other world that the priest expected when he died. The few times he stepped into the church and knelt down. under the soaring dome.

The lofty light casts down from the jewel-colored stained glass collage windows. It is impossible not to believe that the stories heard from the heavens can be conveyed with such gorgeous materials.

Behind the heads of those figures, the halo of light made of bright yellow glass highlights their identities that are superior to ordinary people. The gray-black stone sculptures with bat wings on their backs and twisted horns stand on their feet.There are many fangs in the devil's mouth, and it sticks out a funny tongue, and the smaller dwarf-like kind crouches on the corner of the eaves outside, taking on the role of drainage.

The choir with a handsome face and a childlike voice, standing in the projection of the stars in the colored windows, illuminated by thousands of candles, sang in unison, praising the glory of the supreme master who protects the world and banishes evil.

Then I went back to the hut in the salt tide area, and continued to repeat my life without thinking. I believed that a certain existence existed at a higher place than the church spire, sheltered and judged everyone equally, and never felt wrong. .

And those candlelights and colorful lights can't compare to its appearance.It surpasses the short-lived lack of all experiences in life, including the collage of glass collages, which are not worth mentioning in front of white light.

It rose from the window, drawn to him like a living moon, and in the bright, moving light was its incomprehensible body, unlike any mortal creature he had ever seen.

Countless voices resounded with its arrival, filling the entire church with the chorus, and the addition of them was less than one-tenth of the shock of the roaring and shouting voice.It is not arranged in rhythm of syllables, but I feel that it contains meaning beyond words.

No one would have imagined its existence if they hadn't personally experienced it. Of course, those priests who held scriptures described the "ordinary" things with repeated slurs.

Breaking away from the shackles and dogma, things that look more unworldly than the human figure with the halo above the head and the demon with wings on the back come here, revealing the inhuman and extraordinary malice.

Its presence pierces and eclipses a life made of religion, of repetition, and realizes that it is nothing more than human weaving.From the heaven above the head to the hell under the feet, as well as the statues of gods in human form, they all collapsed together.

Once the basis for sheltering the world and maintaining spiritual life is lost, it is replaced by an incomprehensible malicious existence.

The shock of fragmentation of the world view, the shock of the senses, and the crushed consciousness wandering in the darkness in nothingness.He floated until he felt the existence of his own body again and returned to the human world.

As if a long time had passed, Kupp opened his eyelids a little jerky, and the light shone from one side, making his eyes hurt and tears flowed out.

It was reminiscent of the beam of light falling from the high window of the church, and then the blurred illusion of tears as the light source writhing and flowing, connected with that thing.

He subconsciously raised his hand to cover it, trying to move his body backwards, but his whole body was restrained, only his fingers could move.Instinctive fear made him scream and struggle, making the rumble of planks shaking and crashing.

"Oh, relax, it's just a safety measure." A young voice sounded, more active and brisk than Kraft's calmness, "Are you awake?"

"Craft said that you may move around when you wake up, and you are worried about falling, so you specially fixed it. Don't worry, he asked me to pass on that everything is over and you are safe."

Noticing that Kupp turned his head away, the man understood the problem, and walked away quickly. After a sound of wooden shafts turning, the strong light shining directly on the facade suddenly faded.Kupp belatedly realized that it was just the sunlight outside the window, bright but not warm.

"Are you okay...?" With dry lips, it was as light as a low question for himself, and he muttered behind the dry skin that felt rough and chafing.

The owner of the brisk voice walked to the head of the bed, rolled up the same black sleeves as Kraft, and put the back of his hand on his forehead, "There is no fever, and the situation is good. Please wait for a while, and I will inform him."

The hurried footsteps went away and stopped suddenly at the door.

"No, I heard it." A calm, slightly tired response came from outside the door, as well as the muffled sound of leather boots stepping on the stairs.

Kupp blinked, squeezing tears out of his eyes, and saw the blond figure in black robe bent over to avoid the iron chain, and came with a cup in his hand, with a tired but not fake smile on his face.

He untied the rope wrapped several times on the bed, lifted Kupp's upper body, and passed the cup to his mouth, "Drink some water, you consumed a few glasses of beer last night, you must be thirsty after a night of hangover."

"Don't worry, the matter has been resolved, and you can go home safely after observing for a while." The cup is thoughtfully tilted at a just right angle, so that water can flow into his mouth at an appropriate speed, moistening his lips and throat without being caught choked.

The cool liquid lifted Kupp's spirit a little, moistened his vocal cords, and regained his vocal ability.He looked at the hand in the black cuff, holding the water glass flat and outstretched, steady and powerful.

"That's not an evil spirit, right?" Cooper asked softly.

Of course it can't be evil spirits.Kraft turned his head and handed the empty glass to Lucius, "Thank you for helping me take care of the patient, Lucius. But next time, remember not to make too much noise in front of mentally weak people, okay?"

"Now give me a little space to communicate with the patient alone."

"Okay." Lucius took the order to leave, and went downstairs with the cup in his hand.Soon, the sound of falling cups, messy footsteps, and someone's painful cry came from the corridor.

Kraft listened for a while, and when normal footsteps sounded, he turned his mind back to his eyes.

"What?" He asked, with a calm tone, completely different from the one who had experienced a night of horror, as if he was greeting good afternoon gracefully.

"That's the one..." Kupp wanted to express what he saw, as well as his gratitude for saving his life, but found that he couldn't describe the scene anyway.

The memory filled with white light is like being covered with a piece of cloth, the general outline is still clear, and the rest of the details are stuck when the words come to the mouth, and it is impossible to recall the specific content no matter what.

There was something wriggling in the white light, but I couldn't remember what it was; the complex and layered sounds couldn't tell what their nature was.Not even a metaphor can find an exact and appropriate object in the world.

"...It's just white light, sound, a lot of sound." The more I recall, the more panic emerges, like digging up the sand on the beach, and what seeps out is not sea water but a strange-colored liquid.

"Slap." The black cuffed hand patted on his shoulder, interrupting the vague narration, "Don't talk, don't think too much, everything is over."

"Take time to rest and have a good dinner in the evening. There will be serious barbecue, thick soup, and a few glasses of beer, but I really don't recommend drinking this stuff. Your stomach is not suitable for being overfull , pay attention in the future."

Kraft held Kupp's shoulders and shook them back and forth, distracting him from his thoughts.This thing is pretty much over, and it's best that Coop squeezes it into the corner of his memory with bisque roasts after his second hangover, washes it away with beer foam, and spends his life free from nasty deep connections.

Going around to the back of the desk, he folded the scattered grid diagrams neatly, leveled them on the desk, and inserted them behind the big medical records that he took time to write.The information from last night will be very precious and worthy of further analysis.

He will carefully collect the research first, sort out the rules and experience of this diagnosis and treatment, and finally form a manuscript in the form of a case report.

Regardless of whether there are conditions to reprint, this written record will be preserved, and under the premise of ensuring safety, it will be compiled with the incidents in the salt tide area and handed over to those who can preserve them, providing experience and evidence for future responses to similar cases.

But who to turn to?This is still a question mark.Objectively speaking, Kraft doesn't think he is reliable enough, and he is not very good at judging people. If he makes a mistake, he will create a second Kalman.

"Hey, it's really not easy to solve your illness." Kraft stuffed the paper into the box, fastened the metal buckle, and chatted with Coop, "Is there anything you want to eat? I told the bar owner I'm very familiar with it, so it won't be a problem to reserve a copy for you in advance."

"Huh?" He picked up the suitcase, hummed two easy syllables to remind Kupp to talk about his dinner suggestion, and was about to go out to see if Lucius had fallen on his head.

This long paragraph of attractive words did not achieve the desired effect. Kupp was not interested in the cuisine and was still immersed in unorganized thoughts.Kraft paused, waiting for his response.

After thinking for a long time, Kupp didn't give the name of the dish, but popped up another question: "Mr. Kraft, do you believe in religion?"

"If this is at the door of the church, I would answer you, yes." An affirmative negative with a hypothesis premise expresses Kraft's personal point of view more implicitly.He knew that Kupp was a believer in the church, and this kind of statement was regarded as taking care of the sick.

This sentence gave Coop the courage to continue, "I saw that thing, I really saw it, and I couldn't pretend that nothing happened."

"It's definitely not the devils, evil spirits, etc. that the priest said. It's more...unlike things in the world."

"Oh?" Craft asked a question word curiously.It's neither devils from hell nor evil spirits wandering in the world, so there is only one thing with supernatural power?
"No, of course not that." Kupp didn't even realize how disrespectful a word he used to refer to the supreme creator of all things. He was still holding that guy's holy badge last night, "and it's more..."

He couldn't continue, and looked at Kraft, wondering what he was looking for, advice or support?
"So, what the priest said is wrong, and the world looks different?" Kraft held his chin in thought, and made a brief summary of his words, "If you still want to think that way after half a month , come to the academy to find me."

After the blond-haired and black-robed young doctor finished speaking, seeing that Kupu was still in a daze in the deviant words he uttered so easily, he carried the box and left.At the door, he seemed to suddenly remember something and turned around.

"By the way, don't forget the big meal tonight to celebrate your waking up."

(End of this chapter)