Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 155 Hudson Manor

"Glow?" Kraft drew his attention and glanced at where the sound came from, and found that Martin had picked up the pendant inlaid with an unknown mineral, walked to the dark place and surrounded it with his palms to block the light.

"That's right, it's its own light, so you can see it clearly." Holding the candlelight behind his back, the knight raised the pendant to his eyes, confirmed his discovery, and then wanted to pass it to Kraft for inspection.

Kraft, who was holding a knife and tweezers, trembled subconsciously, loosened his hand, and the opened skin fell back to its original position, "Don't! Stay away from me, put that thing back!"

Although he didn't know what it was, his instincts made him feel that it's best not to get too close to some unexplained light-emitting thing rashly.Moreover, this thing has just been taken out of the pocket of a suspicious person whose skin is full of hyphae, and I don't know if it is stained with anything.

"I suggest you clean your gloves well and rub them with lime powder, otherwise I can't guarantee what will happen."

He wasted a needle holder, lifted the tether of this thing, and carried it to a dark place in the room. Fortunately, he didn't feel the rumored itchy skin, nausea and other symptoms, and he didn't immediately notice any light.

"Why? Is there any danger?" Martin was afraid for a while of the doctor's overreaction. Knowing that the mosaic was just in front of the tip of his nose, if something really happened, it would probably be too late now.

"Based on my personal experience, quite a few of the ores that emit light by themselves are often associated with certain incurable diseases."

While threatening Martin, Kraft distanced himself and observed the ornament from a few steps away.

Under the bright candlelight just now, it was just an ore with a bad quality, slightly reddish in the black, and its transparency could hardly be classified as a gemstone. In addition, the bracket was made of ordinary brass without special decorations. It's hard to connect with anything important.

But when the light is dim, the kind of glow Martin describes becomes easier to detect.

It is not as imagined that the whole stone emits fluorescence, like fluorite.It is a kind of light from within, which is a dull red, more like a light source from the bottom of a deep pool penetrates the turbid water layer and enters the air, or an eye with bright red pupils is staring at you motionless. looking at the observer.

In the dark silence, Martin couldn't help asking: "So this is the 'not a small part' you said?"

"Not sure, if I saw it with my own eyes, I probably wouldn't have the chance to stand here." Kraft shook his head. He was a little suspicious that this thing had radiation or something, but after thinking about it, the pagans must have had a long history of contact. , If it's just for a short while, it shouldn't be an accident.

"Get two lead boxes, thicker ones, and we'll seal them up."

While there is no cure for radiation sickness, there is a simple way to deal with suspected radiation sources.As a metal with wide distribution, easy extraction and low melting point, lead is soft and easy to shape, and it is easy to find a lead container to lock it up.

Of course, just in case, since the pagans have been with it for a long time, it can be seen that this thing is not a strong radiation source. As for what it is, it is hard to judge, maybe it is a special piece of fluorite.They quickly found a lead bottle with a lid for temporary use, threw the pendant into it, and ended the dissection episode.

"That's it for now, Martin, go over there and rub your gloves in the lime basin, and don't touch anything until I'm done, okay?" Kraft picked up the knife and tweezers again, and went back to the coffin to continue work.

Making a Y-shaped incision into the body, he quickly understood the cause of the loose skin.When the dry epidermis is compressed, it looks like pitting edema, leaving a pit that does not recover. The interior is almost full of loose cotton-like hyphae, which inherit the organic matter and water of the original tissue.

The costal cartilage, which connects the sternum and ribs, has also been eroded, causing the overall structure to enter an unstable state, which saves a lot of trouble for Kraft to disassemble the thorax.

It is relatively easy to cut the already fragile costal cartilage, break the bone connection, and open a gap for the ribcage.He wanted to reach out first, but he retracted and changed the pliers, and inserted into the chest cavity along the right edge of the sternum, showing a puzzled expression.Then I opened the pliers and turned it around a few times, and it seemed that I didn't hit any obstacles at all.

"It's a little strange... Do you want to avoid it?" Kraft suddenly raised his head and asked without warning.Martin shook his head inexplicably. Since he had watched it before, there should be no need to avoid it now.

And then he saw Kraft open half his chest like a hinged window, half the barrel vault opened, and the ribs lined inside like church beams.The light shone into the right breast, which should have been filled with lungs, but it was empty, except for a collapsed mass stuck to the back wall, with growths of various colors growing like bubbles of paste or protruding like cauliflower or small corals.

On the inner side of the chest wall, between the ribs and in the deep tissues, the luxuriant hyphae supported imbricate layers of things. They were like some kind of soft scales growing parallel to the ribs, and the filament bundles extending horizontally were dense like the scales of a long worm. opposite foot.

At first glance, it looks like a demon's treasure box has been opened, and creatures of various forms compete to show their bodies.Martin took two steps back to avoid visual impact, so he couldn't see the original appearance of those things clearly. He could only see the clumps of cluttered silhouettes, which seemed to be moving with the rough opening of the chest.

The body reacted before the chaotic brain. He felt the contraction of his stomach, the burning sensation regurgitated along the esophagus, he bowed unconsciously, and the sour taste flooded his mouth.

Martin was used to seeing how the enemy and his own side died under the damage of different weapons, but witnessing such a situation broke his understanding of the upper limit of the most terrible encounters a person can encounter in the world, and it was a revelation to him. A corner of hell, a spiritual baptism that is not enough to describe with cruelty and viciousness.

"Ugh!" He pinched his neck, and the lime powder from wiping his gloves floated into his nostrils, causing him to sneez twice in a row, causing him to vomit uncontrollably, and a distant voice of concern and inquiry wafted in his ears.

"How are you, Martin? These are... mushrooms, don't be nervous." Kraft wanted to help him, but the hand that had just touched his chest was not suitable for touching anything else.

Sure enough, outsiders shouldn't be allowed in. I didn't expect such a scene to be too exciting for someone like Martin.To be honest, it was also the first time he had seen such a scene. Among the disgusting lesions he had seen, he could at least rank in the top five, and he was a strong contender for the second and third place.

The knight humiliated and lay beside him for 2 minutes, before his brain started to work again, and he understood what Kraft was saying, "Mushroom?"

"Indeed, although they also belong to the 'fungi' I mentioned, it's really surprising that they can grow and appear in the body like this." The dissector was attracted by the wonders of the chest cavity, and invited Martin, "Would you like to take a look?" ?”

"No." Martin leaned on the edge of the table, turned his head to look at the coffin, and quickly looked away, "Uh, I mean wait, let me take it easy."

He tried his best to wipe off the acid from the corners of his mouth, and after calming down his breath, he stood back in front of the stage, and observed this rare spectacle with a professor whose impression had undergone subversive changes, and reluctantly admitted that this common food on the usual plate might probably be Really the same kind.

"It's incredible, Martin." Kraft picked up one of the pieces, and the typical mushroom texture made Martin's stomach contract again.

"I don't think the 'mushroom forest' you saw was accidental. This paganism must have something to do with it. I don't understand the specific reason, but this may help you find out where they are."

"Thank you, Professor." This thank you was a bit reluctant, and Martin waved his hand to signal him not to continue, "If that's the case, I probably know what you're talking about."

"Aha?"

"In Hudson Town, the Duke has a manor over there, which is rich in various mushrooms, especially white-bellied mushrooms with the best taste." Speaking of taste, the acid reflux made him stuck for a while, and he almost wanted to slap himself .

"White-bellied mushrooms are not very easy to preserve, so almost every inspection will pass there."

"Very well, now tell the Duke what we found, and then we will go for a walk together with our hands." Kraft closed his chest, preparing to temporarily end the investigation.Remembering that there was a found vial beside him, he changed his gloves and opened the cork to check the contents.

Some kind of very small amount of liquid, due to lack of light or other reasons, the bottom of the bottle was pitch black.

"Professor?" Martin noticed that Kraft's expression was getting serious. He had never seen Kraft show such a serious expression when he opened his chest.

"Martin."

"What's the matter? Is there anything else you need?"

"Bring more people, and you must be brave enough." Kraft pushed back the cork, picked up a candlestick, and dripped the melted candle oil on the tight mouth of the bottle, sealing it completely, "There is also kerosene. "

(End of this chapter)