Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 118 Deep Underground Transportation Guide

"Is this the end?" William patted on the rock in front of him, full of disbelief and a sense of collapse.

Stretch out your hand to stroke the lumpy and wrinkled bulging rock mass. They protrude from the cave wall and converge in the middle, like the traces of valves scraped on the ice cream. The trail of the excavators ended here, but obviously not Blockage caused by collapse.

"You don't need to be so surprised." If you are used to all kinds of abnormal experiences in the deep layer, an uninterrupted passage is not so unexpected. Kraft found that he is quite adaptable, and accidents are not so surprising to him. .

"Believe it or not, you can always find some unreasonable things here."

"Is there room up here?"

"No, it's a solid piece." Kraft tried a little bit, and the corresponding position in this world is still a complete mountain.

William sat down on the nearest stone fold with a broken face, and touched his waist. There was only an empty scabbard left, and the knife inside probably hadn't been retrieved after it was dropped.

It is definitely impossible to turn back and use force now, so he hugged his head against the cold rock to let his hot forehead cool down, so as to provide him with some ideas, "You said just now that this place is like the layer of paper under it? "

"Yes, that's right."

As a person who often needs to deal with various emergencies, Captain William is not a rigid and stupid person. In fact, there is a very flexible thinking hidden under the rough appearance, which has helped him survive to this day.

While the body is resting, the mind is activated to help him understand the current situation.Unlike some guy capable of fighting that thing, he's more inclined to stay away.

"Actually, we don't have to go back to the top piece of paper for the time being. If you don't want to have a direct conflict with those things, you just need to leave here. Since there are two pieces of paper. Below us, can there be a 'third' piece of paper?"

Kraft didn't deny it, and remained silent. He withdrew his hand and grabbed the object in his sleeve. William realized that this idea was right.

He shut up and waited quietly for the result.

"You're right, there's a hole underneath." Kraft gave the answer after a moment.People tend to get into dead ends when they are used to things, obsessed with the relationship between the first layer and the world, thus ignoring the parts that they don't want to touch.

But what does this mean?
"William, I need you to confirm, because you have felt the arrival of that thing one more time than me."

"what?"

Kraft recalled feeling the approach of the cave builder at the beginning of that horn-filled experience.

"That kind of vibration didn't come from nothing...but it was quite strong from the beginning, isn't it? Suddenly, I felt a source of vibration appearing in the distance."

Before William could answer, the answer had actually been drawn.Yes, it is true. For those with keen senses, it is like an approaching sound on the third floor in an empty building, without the process of entering the door from the first floor and going up the stairs one by one.

It just appeared at a certain point in the mountain, instead of gradually approaching from a place that cannot be felt underground.

Of course, it is impossible for the tunneler to disappear out of thin air and leave behind the severed tunnel in front of him.In his perception, as long as he dived a little, he could find that the tunnel continued—on the next floor. The "nib" pierces through this layer of paper and continues the "handwriting" to another piece of paper.

"This thing doesn't live on a fixed level at all! It can drill to another level. This chaotic tunnel is a transitional section."

With William's ability to accept it, it will take a while to sort out this fact, "That means it is a large 'wizard' like you?"

"I solemnly remind you, just call me a wizard, don't compare me with deep things." Kraft walked towards him, and he could notice that his face was not very good-looking, but it didn't seem to be because of the words improper.

His pallor could not be concealed even by the orange-red flames, and his forehead twitched, as if he was enduring some kind of special discomfort.

"Do you want to take a break? You don't look right." This state is not in line with normal, unlike the physical exertion, the use of "spells" seems to be quite expensive, but because it is not easy to pry into other people's privacy The reason is not easy to ask.God knows what will happen if you lose control in the middle.

"No, I can still hold on while I'm at it."

There was no chance of rejection, all of William's words were swallowed by the surging sensory chaos, the flood of strange smells filled the mouth and ears, and the whole person was dragged into a disturbingly long reverse fall.

This time the scenery is no longer static, and the rocks that are already shaped like intestinal folds have really undergone indescribable changes.

It’s similar to walking away due to chores after cutting open the belly of a fish. After returning for a while, the unrestrained oily viscera began to slide around, wriggling and free, becoming an amorphous and disgusting substance.

When this kind of change happened to the hard material that shouldn't show such characteristics, the dislocation of cognition and facts constantly hammered and solidified common sense, and the existing impression of the rock was slightly dissociated along with the half-melted scene.

Melting reaches its peak, and this shift in cognition of something is also increasing, which is reflected in the whole, questioning the correctness of the entire worldview.Like softening a brick in a city wall, it has a small but real effect on the stability.

The eyelids are depressed, blocking out counter-intuitive vision.William put away his curiosity, maybe he would regret giving up this rare opportunity in the future, but as we all know, only living people can tell stories in taverns, and it is no good to watch it any longer.

Kraft controlled the oscillating direction of the prism and dived deep. He was dragged into this layer by accident last time, and he never tried the second layer since then.

The "faded" scene in the first layer becomes further boring in the spiritual sense, like squeezing out all the water in a sponge, and then discovering that it can be dried by light and heat, and more "color" can always fade away. Shows a drier state.

He thought about this problem freely. After the alienated spirit replaced the normal senses, the confusion could no longer disturb the operation of thinking, so that Kraft realized that he had formed a habit when he arrived.

Whether it’s the extra senses, the endless fading, or the level changes manifested as falling, it’s like taking the first step when walking without thinking, and it’s almost a part of common sense, and the boundaries are increasingly integrated.

Consciousness traced the origin of this inertia, but couldn't understand it. At one time, it felt that it was from the first time it fell into the tide, and at another time, it believed that it came from the decision to dive actively.

Memory has not bothered this person who used to treat himself as an archive for too long, so long that he can hardly remember what it feels like to forget.

Habits, habits again, Kraft couldn't think of when he had so many habits, he patted and touched his body, trying to find the embedded foreign objects that didn't exist, as if those habits had entities.

The tactile sensations were compared by accurate memory. This body has not changed. Kraft is still the same Kraft, but it seems that he has adapted to the deep layer.

"Kraft?"

William, who found that the feeling of falling stopped, opened his eyes. The torch was extinguished during the transfer, and they were immersed in darkness.But during this dangerous time just after landing, Kraft was actually distracted.

"I thought of something about myself." The palm released William's thick shoulders, took out the kindling and lit the torch again, and the rock folds could be seen twisting in reverse in the light coil. extend.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Some things that have nothing to do with the status quo, just keep going."

The cave continued to maintain an upward trend, and when Kraft's aftermath was a little slow, a small heterochromatic spot on the rock wall attracted attention.

It was a small speck of dusty yellow that couldn't be rubbed off, and the uplifting discovery made one briefly forget the fact of being in the deep world, improving mood as similar yellow patches multiplied.

They are indeed approaching the surface, moving towards the yellow formation.William was so excited to touch those dusty yellows that he showed no sign of dismay when he hit a dead end again.

"I have good news and bad news." Kraft added a new torch. "The bad news is that we don't have many torches left."

"What about the good news?"

"The continuation of this section is on the upper floor. We are going up, in various senses." He gave a tired smile, and the situation has turned a little bit. Maybe if we go all the way, we can float up while going up. Back to the world.

(End of this chapter)