Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 117 Another Ocean

"What do you mean there is no hole in it?"

"Literally." Kraft touched the white rock wall blankly, and they were standing in a tunnel that was as wide as two people. It stands to reason that the difference between this world and this would not be too big.

"It's full of earth and rocks, without any gaps."

When he tried to float up, the rock occupied every inch of space in the corresponding position in this world. The solid and integrated rock resisted the transfer from another level in the simplest and firmest way.

Kraft has little hope of adding to the future the unsolved mystery of human fossils for which third-tier publications will write.

"So there should be an identical cave 'above'. Wait, why say 'above'?"

"It's just a name, if you call us our daily life "outside the mirror", you can do whatever you like. Do you feel a sense of falling when you come over? If that is a real distance, we are now no better than mixing in stone salad How many."

This is not difficult to understand. Combined with the inappropriate metaphor before, William roughly understood what he meant, "You mean that the 'outside the mirror' has not been opened with a hole like the 'in the mirror', so it still can't take us. go back?"

"It's actually okay, as long as you don't mind getting stuck in the middle of rocks like a frozen fish in ice." Kraft corrected William's point of view, saying that it was not his personal technical problem.But the result is exactly the same, they can't return to the present world here.

"In addition, it seems that the metaphor of the mirror is not so appropriate now." Kraft held up the fire to search for a week, "I think you can think of them as two pieces of paper. Writing only on the bottom sheet doesn't have much effect on the top."

"Doesn't that mean..." William's palms were sweating, and he didn't dare to say that possibility.

"Yes, I'm afraid that thing is also active here." Kraft nodded to affirm his unspoken thoughts.

With a little divergent thinking, it is easy to think of the key points.If these caves are writings, since there are writings that only appear in the lower layer, it must mean that there are also caves in this layer.

The threat of being mixed with the earth and rocks was never far away.

It's not a good idea to stay where you are, if you don't want to be caught up by something that replaces your face, you have to keep moving.

"Let's go, maybe it's enough to go a little further?" The knee was sore, like an unlubricated rotating shaft machine, so stagnant that people felt that it would make a creaking sound in the next second.

The chased realize they have to go on, not wait for the faces to catch up again.

They'd give that same long horn-like chants that Old Gorey had, and they'd call in the cave builders, and crush anything that protruded from the wall.

The reason why he didn't do this the first time was that he had reason to guess that human fragments were not what they wanted.

Those sharp, barbed, shadowy limbs might be good at peeling faces off skulls, but they're not dexterous enough to pick out morsels from rubble and patiently do jigsaw work.

In order not to choose one of the two endings, the captain who lacked exercise decided to make up for the lack of exercise in previous years today.

The footsteps and firelight entangled the figure, and William felt that he was not relaxed after the temporary escape, but his spirit was tightened more and more during the walk.He needed to talk and express, to share some of the heaviness of the endless walk.

"I feel like...we're in the ocean."

The words themselves were like floating objects floating in the sea. Kraft didn't know where it came from, nor did he understand what it meant, but he noticed the shudder floating in William's tone, "Why do you say that?"

"No, much worse. It would be a good thing if I could get back to sea."

For sailors, it is normal to believe in the existence of things beyond "general" cognition, but what they have seen and heard at this time does not seem to be what the human mind can bear, subverting previous views.

His parents first took him on board a boat at the age of 11, and since then he has conceived of a struggle in the widest and most unpredictable field in the world.

The ocean, only the corner that can be explored today is several times beyond the combined territories of the king and the nobles, and North and the mainland countries on the other side of the strait are also less than the distance from the sea map in his hand to the ice sheet.

The depth that the anchor cannot reach, the unpredictable weather, countless rumors wandering on the route and in the blank space, are full of unknowns and challenges, and the best divers can only understand the surface part of it.

People suffering from hysteria at sea often have similar symptoms. They have unavoidable fear of the unknown underwater bottom and distant sea horizon, imagining that there are huge creatures in it, and seeing the shadow changes as the outline of a giant, or even I don't want to step on the sea again in this life.

The fathers saw it as a disgraceful exit, having seized their fortune at sea, and inherited their disdain for it, along with the gold, to William.

The second owner of the ship laughed at those people and did not understand their thinking. Until today, he discovered another "ocean".

It is so vast and so deep that the ocean is but a handful of water held up by it.

Its waves can reach thousands of feet, and those who are taller need to climb for several months to reach the top of the waves, and the width is immeasurable.Gentle places have been inhabited by ethnic groups for thousands of years, and they have built cities and towns that they think are huge like mustard moss.

Similarly, people usually only act on its surface, rarely go below the surface, and get used to it.What's more terrifying is that no one has ever touched its bottom, unlike the ocean where there is always a shallow place to anchor.

Another kind of "ocean", just ignored because the human body cannot swim or dive in it.

He witnessed that kind of thing, the kind of thing that can swim in the depths of the earth, regards the earth as the "earth sea", like the legendary giant eight-legged giant wandering in the deep sea.The Face Reaver moves in its tracks, like a school of fish following a predator feeding on scraps.

And there are countless such caves in the southern hills, of different sizes, all over the place, and many of them can accommodate houses.

The horrific fact changed his perspective radically, and the thick ground no longer made the weather-beaten captain feel safe, realizing that his days on the ground were more dangerous than his days at sea.

The two reversed, and he came from the safe water to the incomprehensible, infinitely deep earth and rock realm, and every step was accumulating pressure and fear, just like those who fear the ocean are in constant panic on the boat and fall into hysterical torture.

If possible, he would rather stay on the surface of the water forever than go ashore, at least he has never seen such a creature in the water.

"I never thought of this kind of thing. The land is a dangerous sea."

"Huh?" Kraft couldn't sort out the confusion of land and sea, "I don't quite understand what you're talking about, but I strongly suggest that you stop thinking about it, because things are getting troublesome."

The cave has changed, it is indeed narrowed and twisted like the wall of the intestine.

The rock is endowed with a "flexible" shape, swelling like a pustule to occupy the space in the cave, as if the body of the cave builder who was supposed to pass through here has gone to another space, while the other parts are allowed to pass through as usual.

In just a few dozen steps, the tunnel was completely sealed by rocks, and they reached the end.

(End of this chapter)