Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Lecturer Maynard, who was seated next to him, left the table with Kraft, and went to find Petrie with sober tea.Linden joined them out of concern for his peers.

The three of them took a lighting candlestick and walked towards the corridor they came from.

It is somewhat dangerous to infuse liquid into an unconscious person hastily, and there is no need to do so unless there are special circumstances, so everyone chose to send the drunk Petrie indoors to rest, and wait for him to recover on his own before making plans.

After the shower, the thick clouds that did not dissipate covered the twilight of the half moon, and the side hall and the corridor were filled with empty darkness. They stepped up the steps slowly one by one, bypassing the buried tables and chairs, and the echo returned from the other side of the space, Like follow step by step.

"We don't seem to have lit a lamp for Petrie. We hope he won't bump into anything when he wakes up looking for his shoes." Maynard walked ahead holding the candlestick, breaking the silence assimilated by the environment, "One, two, three, The third room, I remember it was here."

He stopped and listened for a moment, then politely knocked on the door to announce their arrival.

In the quiet and dark atmosphere, everything becomes a sense of distance. Among the music in the hall at the other end, only the shrill playing of the flute can penetrate here, intermittently in the damp and heavy corridor, like seepage Popping bubbles from the end of the airway.

There is no reason, Kraft just felt that way, and knocked on the door without any response, just like the muffled dull sound when percussing the air cavity of the consolidation.

"Do you smell anything?" He sniffled, feeling that it touched a certain point in his memory, but there were also some very fine dust-like ingredients, which made the nasal cavity uncomfortable for those accustomed to the air after the rain.

Anatomy professor Linden raised his sleeves reflexively for self-examination, smelling from the cuffs to the front, and his skillful movements were sympathetic.He quickly ruled out the possibility of the smell coming from the anatomy subject, "It's not me. I washed it before I came here today. This dress was washed by my wife and it's very clean."

"I don't smell anything, is it alcohol?"

After taking a deep breath, Maynard didn't get an answer consistent with Kraft's from the air.The rain has washed away the dust in the air. If there is any smell, it is probably only the fragrance of grass and trees.

The dust-like feeling passed quickly, similar to the grainy air blowing on the face when the attic was opened for a long time and dissipated quickly.

The lack of a signal in the senses due to changes in breathing is sufficient to prove that it does not come from the sense of smell.

"Let me hold the candlestick, it's so heavy."

It's easy to get pure copper candlesticks from Maynard.Craft weighed its reassuring weight, and went to the door to push the two pure scholars away.If something was going to be in front of them, it would be a good choice to throw this thing out.

Of course the door was not locked, he held the handle cautiously, protected the candlestick in front of him, and slowly pushed open the rather thick door panel.

Kraft doesn't like this action very much. Subconsciously, it symbolizes leaving a comfortable and familiar environment and placing oneself in the unknown, which can be anything.However, this situation occurs repeatedly, and someone must be responsible for opening the door.

The smell that did not exist in the sense of smell faded away, replaced by those strange sensations that bothered him, and it strengthened on the left arm that supported the door panel, like the dry lips and tongue suddenly touched the water, and revived, with the feeling of pain and flow between muscle bundles , Alternating illusory hot and cold temperatures are words and sentences, describing some information that cannot be parsed by normal organs.

【listen】

But not with both ears.Faint chewing sound, merging of tough or hard substances, something flimsy that seems to be textile is torn and spit out, uncontainable metal falls, trapped in a layer of sticky and fluffy, floor-covered substance - not sure ground, because it comes from shielded mental sensory indirect feedback, like fragments that slip through the cracks of fingers covering lidless eyes.

The alien instincts from the spirit and the stone flakes are urging consciousness, and there is an urgent need for spiritual senses, such as the need to open the eyes to observe the surroundings after discovering that something else has invaded the safe zone, instead of stubbornly refusing to use the organs that exist on the body.

The depth is calling, in its unique way, silently urging those who establish the connection to use its gifts to break the oldest and strongest source of fear in human beings, and to deepen this connection.It needs to be resisted by the will to refuse to open the eyes when waking up, and to prevent swallowing when eating.

"No." Kraft suppressed the hints of cryptic information stirring through his physical senses, as if representing fear itself.He didn't know what the consequences of this deepening connection would be, anyway, it wouldn't be better than the twisted chaos that spread to half a floor, and there was no guarantee that the car would be stopped the next time it lost control.

"What?" Maynard asked.He saw Kraft stop for a few seconds, talking to himself.

"It's nothing."

The light came in with the rotation of the door panel, and swept across the interior furnishings one by one, a small bucket, a small round table, and an empty bed.

Stepping into the candlelit room, the exposed rafters supporting the somewhat cramped place, the dark furniture may have as much history as the building.After all, this is not for everyday use. , only provide a private space for guests who lose their temper or have other needs during the banquet.

The interior of the room is much drier than the outside world, but it is far from being dusty, which makes those who have noticed it more and more sure that there are some non-worldly factors that have visited this place.

"he left?"

There is no room for hiding here, and the only small window is opened high above the head, barely enough to stand on the table and look around.Maynard followed Kraft into the room, and the inside immediately seemed small and difficult to use.

His attention was drawn to the imprint of a human figure on the bed, where they had placed Petrie before.Instead of being ripped apart like other messes caused by drunks, the sheets remained oddly neat, and there were no marks of sitting on the edge of the bed when they got up.The drunken flickering candlelight reflected the scene that made his thinking logically contradictory.

Something that had been lying in the shadows at the foot of the bed tripped him up and he was kicked out and bounced against the wall.Maynard stooped to pick it up. It was a leather-topped, wooden-soled pointed-toe boot, a popular style from Dunling, which they had just helped its owner off by hand and put it at the foot of the bed.

"guard!"

In less than 10 minutes, Kraft saw Martin again who hadn't seen him for two hours.The latter was still wearing that banquet outfit, with a little red mark on his face.

He pushed aside the full-body armor guards in front of him. The corridor was already occupied by people from the medical school and searchers holding torches and weapons. Dunling's surgeons, however, found nothing.

A large living person disappeared like evaporated wine, leaving nothing behind but a pair of boots to prove that he did not go out by himself.

As Martin huddled beside Kraft, Maynard was recounting what had happened to the grounds supervisor: "He got drunk from that drink, no, more like a blackout, so we brought him here .but that doesn't make sense, we're sharing the same jug of wine"

"Assassin Pot." He interrupted Maynard, with a cloudy face, and threw the thing in his hand to the supervisor, "Two liners, how did you let this thing get in?"

Silver jug ​​with buckle handle.Kraft remembered it, and how it felt in his hand, the little half of liquid sloshing in it.

【The best wine has been shared by us】

"Damn it, it was almost there!" Kraft found himself passing the opportunity to prevent it, no matter how clear his memory was, it couldn't replace his thinking when Professor Fernand said this sentence.

An event mixed with man-made and deep-seated factors will slip away without a sound, worse than the handful of belladonna that almost killed him.

"If you've really locked down every possible place you can leave, I think I can help you identify at least one of the accomplices."

"No need." Martin refused Kraft's help, staring at the supervisor with a cannibalistic look, and the momentum of the fluffy suit at the banquet even overwhelmed the man in the shining armor, "I just came from the kitchen, then The guy locked himself in the storage room when he got back."

"You caught him?"

"He disappeared, just like here."