Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 153 Airways and Mushrooms

"The cult didn't take the body?" The very iconic circle symbol, but without wings, is obviously a corpse left by a member of the cult.

According to Martin, after they found out that something was wrong, they found the scene and spent at least one night. No matter how slow the other party was, it didn't make sense to leave the body where the identity was exposed.

This is the core territory of the kingdom, where the nobility and the church are the most powerful. Who would want to turn themselves on the bright side and fight against them?If it really has this ability, it shouldn't be called Paganism, and it should set up its own sect and change its name to Protestantism.

"Diego didn't give them this chance. This is the most correct thing he did." Martin looked at the corpse in the box, specifically the sword wound on the chest of the corpse, "This is the most important one of them, Among the corpses of cowards with their backs turned, Diego was the only one with the sword turned on him."

"I wondered why my friend wanted to kill an unarmed man who could frighten off armed soldiers."

He half-kneeled down, his hands, which were less flexible due to the armor covering, intentionally avoided the wound, and pulled the dry cloth soaked in red and black. After a few tries, he tore off the clothes on the chest of the corpse, so that the wound could be more clearly revealed. , "So I found this. Even though I didn't study in medical school, I knew something was wrong."

Kraft knelt down beside him, took out his mask and gloves, and looked at the fatal wound.

From the outside, the entrance of the trauma is not too big, it is a horizontal opening with regular edges, about one finger long, parallel to the ribs, opened in the fourth intercostal space near the sternum on the left chest, if nothing else, it is literally sad Yes, a lot of bleeding.

Presumably the scene at that time would have been exaggerated. A large amount of blood was pumped out from the still contracting heart, and the blood volume dropped precipitously. The freed liquid sprayed out from the wound, or accumulated in the pericardial cavity and chest cavity. Within a few seconds, he Just lost consciousness.

This is not surprising, notable is the white substance on the wound.There are not many of them, they just attracted attention as a special color in a piece of red and black. At first glance, I thought they should be dust and dirt that was accidentally stained during the handling process, but it was hard to think of what was such a thin silk. foggy.

It is similar to the silk thread of a spider's web in a corner that no one knows, but denser and more hazy, with inexplicable regularity in the irregularity, like a certain plant growing randomly on the ground.

And this kind of intertwined white filaments just happened to exist around the wound, from dense to sparse, the shape did not conform to the appearance of the outside world, but more like...from the inside to the outside?
Kraft held down the edge of the coffin, and observed those weird threads closely. They were indeed not floating on the surface, but penetrated deep into the cut surface of the wound, and formed by the tissue of the chest wall. on the attachment.

These weird things filled the wound like solid smoke, blocking the sight behind the silk screen.

"The sword was still stuck in the wound when you found him?" Kraft wanted to open the wound with his hands, but he couldn't bear the gloves, so he broke off a grass stalk and placed it on the outside of the silk screen to rotate slowly. The texture is as fragile, but also has a certain degree of stickiness, which can be rolled up easily.

Pulling out the blade can easily smash this soft structure, which only appeared after being packed and packed.

"When I pulled out the sword, there was still some sticking to it. There must be more inside." Martin shook his hands in disgust, shaking off the invisible repulsion and discomfort. He always felt that something would crawl on the sword like insects during contact Body, drilled into the gap in the armor.

"It's growing."

"Yeah, when we threw him in the box, I don't remember that much." Even for a person who is used to life and death, this situation is too terrible. This is like a plant that uses the human body as soil. , Martin couldn't imagine what it would be like to have something alive take root inside him.

"Have you ever seen such a thing? A disease, or a curse or something?"

"It seems not." Kraft replied hesitantly.

【Have】

A certain voice gave the opposite answer in my heart. It has no origin and cannot be caught by the consciousness. Like other inspirations combined and collided from the information pile, it is fleeting and there is no way to trace the cause and effect.

"What about the others?"

"They are all dead, including those heretics. There is no fatal wound on their bodies, and they are in other boxes." Martin got up and walked to other boxes to pry open the lids one by one, showing the sleeping corpses inside, with the same frozen expression on their faces. A contradictory expression of hope and pain and discomfort.

He lowered his voice, and whispered side by side with Kraft: "I can only deal with these heretics. I don't mean to offend. I often hear that there is a way to check the inside of the dead in medical schools?"

"What about the others? I mean I went with Diego." Kraft did not deny Martin's explicit statement, "They are all the same?"

"It's all the same, a shameful death, with your back to the enemy, but unfortunately you didn't escape very far, and died worthless." You can hear contempt and ridicule for the fleeing, and these two intentions are deliberately strengthened to cover up and hide it hidden fears.

He could vaguely realize that Diego had encountered something that could destroy the morale of the entire team, and ignored the protection of common sense. Even if he was covered with armor, he could not feel safe in front of this body that had been dead for a long time. After all, there was still "" part of the living thing.

"all?"

"After the check, there are still a few people who have not been found, including one of Diego's subordinates. Maybe he escaped when he was attacked, or died somewhere we don't know." Martin was also very helpless about this. The environmental characteristics of the Westminster area, large forests and green seas are the norm, and it is not difficult to track along the team's whereabouts, but it is difficult to search blindly in the entire area.

Standing among the frozen corpses, Kraft thought for a while.

It does take a little bit of further corroboration to grab a slippery inspiration and transform it from something shapeless into a logically solidified message.

As for the reasons, you can find a lot of reasons, such as what has already been involved, project support needs, and getting mixed up in the circle.But none of this can hide a thought that has been stirring in his heart all the time, and he really wants to know what's going on.

There is a connection, like the slightly sweet taste of carefully chewing rice grains, people can't help but continue, to seek that feeling of inseparability and grasp it in their hands.

"Find a convenient place to deal with, and go to the workshop to find my subordinate, he knows where my tools are." Squatting down next to the corpse of a heretic, he inspected the face of an ordinary farmer with no features, "It's a pity that this set of tools can't be used on living people in the future."

"You'll have a better set soon." Martin promised, picking one lucky soldier from among the disturbed-looking soldiers, leaving this eerie courtyard to get the tool kit.

Very Westminster-style plan, Kraft nodded with satisfaction, and took out a flat wooden strip with blunt ends from his breast pocket, which was just picked up from the workshop yesterday.

"I'll take a look here first."

Skillfully put the wooden stick into the mouth, pry open the jaw and press down the tongue, and observe the internal situation with the sunlight above the head.The most convenient way for Martin to describe the situation is to inhale what is fatal, which can be checked from the mouth and nose.

He felt an uncomfortable feeling of depression under the tongue depressor. There was something filmy or viscous between the tongue surface and the wooden bar, which almost made him feel that the twitching tongue muscle was coming from him. The hand slipped off, or was coated with secretions.

As the sun shines in, Kraft can clearly see what hinders him, a layer of "tongue coating", a turbid white tongue coating that covers most of the tongue.There are also blankets of white deposits on the palate and cheeks.

The thick white color extends to the deep and dark places where light is difficult to reach, crosses the velopharyngeal arch, and turns the uvula into a moldy rotten fruit with branches and leaves. Diffuse diphtheria tubes with fungating small bumps.

Kraft discarded the wood chip and pulled out a new one to pry open another cultist's mouth, and the sight inside showed that this was not an exception.

"Where did you find them?"

"A forest is so dense that you can get lost after just a few steps." Martin probed to look, blocking the light source, and only saw a slightly swollen outline inside his mouth.

"Is there anything special about it?"

"Uh, if I have to say, there are a lot of mushrooms there." He made a "big" gesture, but felt that it was not enough, so he simply opened his arms to describe the unacceptable amount, "Although there are always a lot of mushrooms here, But I’ve never seen so many of them, it seems to be everywhere.”

"Mushrooms?" Maybe it was because the thinking was too active to combine various possibilities, and a line that was so absurd that he wanted to expel it from his mind immediately was arranged.

The strange spherical lesion in the Duke's lung, which occupies most of the tuberculosis cavity, leaving only a crescent-shaped narrow space, apart from various unexplained symptoms and signs, really fits a standard imaging manifestation of tuberculosis complications.

【Aspergillus】

And the "white blanket" spread in the pagan's airway reminded him of the less common manifestation of oral infection, but it was magnified countless times, to the point that it was not easy to connect.

【Candida】

"There are also mushrooms... Westminster is full of mushrooms?" The climate here is really suitable for their reproduction. Lawns, woods, and even rock crevices, there are basically no places they cannot reach, and they can freely enter and exit nature and humans Every corner of the environment can also be placed on the dining table in a stately manner.

Those intertwined nets, like gauze, the tiny filaments clinging to the airway and meninges, weave irrational connections.

The emergence of unreasonable inspirations and inspirations briefly broke the thinking frame of knowledge construction, and arbitrarily presented a finished logic chain, and the unreasonable consciousness recognized its rationality.

"Fungus? What kind of fungus is this?"

(End of this chapter)