Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 158
The false priest tried his best to escape with his hands tied behind his back. He knocked over two rows of chairs and tripped himself. He landed unbuffered and touched the stone bricks intimately. He still struggled to move away from the pendant without knowing the pain.

It seemed that he was temporarily deprived of reason by fear. If the followers hadn't held him down at the base of the wall, maybe he would have tried to punch a hole in the wall.

Such a fierce reaction shocked many people, and they reflexively stepped back half a step away, and then looked around the main hall where the howling sound echoed, and were alert to any dark door openings and casements that might emerge from every place.

For a moment, Kraft suspected that what was caught was a smoking grenade, or some mechanism trigger, but the thing really just quietly emitted the usual faint light, like a stone eye embedded in metal, watching people with contemptuous red pupils The ugliness, disdain to laugh.

The pliers rotated twice in the air with the lanyard in between, and the pendant was obediently wrapped around the jaws of the pliers after a few rounds of simple pendulum movements, nothing happened.

"Why? The angel is a little far away from here, so he can't be on call?" Kraft sent the pliers forward, and Joel immediately shrank back like an electric shock, but the subordinates held him firmly.

"I remember this thing." After the initial panic, he calmed down a bit, "When the 'angel' came to take the priest away, something lit up on that man's chest."

"that person?"

"I've only seen him once, but only with a ring like this on his robe, so I guess..."

"Guess he has some status in that group?" Kraft put the pendant back on the lead bottle and sealed it, and the other party's expression became more natural.

"Yes, yes, he told me to go to the priest after the stone darkened, saying that the angel had already come." There was still a lingering sound of fear in the trembling voice, and that experience had caused a great psychological shadow on him.

Pagans call themselves "orthodox churches", and they come to the church to announce to those who have served God for more than [-] years that "angels" will take away the priest, which is immediately fulfilled.

I am afraid that such a scene would not exist in the most terrifying imagination of the believers.At this time, it would be good if there were some evil spirits and devils who could break into the church and make troubles, but what if it wasn't?
"So this thing shouldn't be on all the time, right?" Sounds like it's not something that would ring a Geiger counter, but something that functions like a Geiger counter, indicating the approach and distance of something.

Martin listened for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became. This thing has not turned off the light since it was taken out. It followed them all the way from Westminster to the town of Hudson, "According to this If so, then what kind of 'angel' is not always by our side?"

This sentence immediately caused a subtle change in the atmosphere, and some unspoken thoughts were passed on among the crowd.The entourage looked at each other, unconsciously changed their postures, and approached each other, showing a certain vigilance posture without expressing it clearly but tacitly.

Until Knight Barrow strode forward and slapped Joel, "Demonic rumors, thinking that this trick of fooling people and pagans can frighten us? Be honest, where is the body of the murdered priest?"

"No, what I said is true! I watched the priest go back to rest after arguing with them, and locked the room with his own hands, but just disappeared."

The slap that came with blunt weapon damage didn't make him change his mind, he just covered his face and insisted on the country ghost talk style statement.

Hearing the words, Barrow wanted to strike again, half because he thought the guy in front of him would never repent, and half because he was annoyed that this kind of statement really shook the team's hearts, so he raised his hand on the spot to make up the symmetry on the other side of his face.

Fortunately, Kraft and Martin stopped him, otherwise Joel would inevitably have a broken jaw and a concussion.

"Calm down, Barrow, it's not like this."

"What? Don't tell me you think he's telling the truth."

"You probably won't have a chance to say anything after this beating." Kraft stopped the physical communication, "Besides, what this guy may not have seen is the whole picture, so it doesn't make sense to ask any further."

"Let him take us to see the room where the priest disappeared, then hurry up and check the church, and go back to the manor before evening."

As expected, the matter here is over. It is a surprise to catch a fake priest. I can fully guess that there will be no clues left in that room, just like the two people who disappeared at the banquet before. Go for a spin out of flow.

Anyway, the church in Hudson Town is very small, and turning it inside out will not affect them going back to the manor for dinner.

"By the way, remember to find someone to notify the mayor." Martin carried the priest and walked into the church, while the rest scattered to look for clues.

However, Kraft is skeptical about what this group of people can find. After all, there are at most one-third more people who can read the holy scriptures fluently, and there are not half of them who understand religion. You may not be able to read the faults in front of you.

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As expected, they escorted Father Joel to a room that looked the same.The knocked-off deadbolt has not yet been repaired, and it is half-open to welcome any factors that disrupted the scene and the investigators who came a few months late.

The damp quilt that has not been aired for a long time is pasted on the straw mattress, and dark wet marks appear.Unsurprisingly, they found some blue and black mildew spots, which had grown in the continuous rainy days and had been dried and soaked repeatedly, and got into the agglomerated cotton wool. The overall look was similar to dead meat that had failed to be marinated.

A wooden cup was poured on the table, and it was connected to the table by an agglomerated solidification of unclear composition. When it was lifted, it shook the entire table, and pulled out a filament of dry syrup texture.

According to Joel, there might indeed be something syrupy in the drink, and grain slurries, cinnamon, and the like.As for where he got so much sugar, it involved why the original priest deserved to die. Maybe someone would beat him up sooner or later if the heretics didn't come.

They didn't find anything useful, and they didn't even find much identifiable information, except for a few mushrooms growing out of the laundry tub, but this number was not abnormal, and it made Kraft feel like returning to his dormitory after a long college vacation. illusion.

The size of the church is limited, and the internal structure is similar to that of finely packaged New Year's goods, with a prominent space, and there is not much practical space except for the hall.When the sun slanted to the west, they walked through this simple building floor by floor from bottom to top, climbed out of the attic skylight, and sat down outside the dome.

According to the usual church structure arrangement, the ceiling painting is the kingdom of heaven overlooking the mortal world, so they are now sitting on the head of the heavenly father.

A little disrespectful, but to be honest, the ass doesn't feel very good.Kraft moved his position, found a flat tile and settled down, "The scenery is not bad, you can see the whole town from here."

"It's a pity that I can't see where the group of heretics are. If I knew it, I would have sent someone from the church, but then I have to pay attention to talking in front of them." Martin held the window frame of the facade, took off the leather bag, and walked with the professor Looking down on the houses where the smoke rises.After running around for a long time and working here for a long time, he also felt a little tired.

"Speaking of which, your... um, where's the female attendant?"

"Oh, you said Yvonne." Kraft turned a corner before he figured out who he was referring to, he couldn't laugh or cry, "She's my student, so I can't help you much at the moment, so I put her together with two weeks of homework. The content remained at Westminster Castle together, and Mr. Wilbert sent someone to look after her."

"There are very few women who enter Rivers University. Even if there are exceptions, they are not so young. So she is very talented?" Martin is quite curious about this. If it is not obvious that Kraft is too young, There is no similarity in the appearance of the two of them, so they might think that this is his sister or even his daughter.

"It's not that complicated. It's just a coincidence. What I understand is not difficult. There is nothing that requires extraordinary talent and understanding."

"Haha, the professors and lecturers in the university don't necessarily think so."

Kraft looked at the sun approaching the tree line, and seemed to be distracted. He didn't respond for a while, and when Martin thought he was immersed in his own world, he suddenly said: "Speaking of college, I will think of something now."

"Ok?"

"Now that it's almost certain that the disappearance is a pagan trick, it's time to start thinking about why they did it at the university, or at a surgery lecturer, Petrie. Is there any logic in this?"

"You too, but it's not the 'disappearance technique' that's all." Talking about this matter, Martin still has lingering fears. That handful of devil cherries is simply a stroke of genius in the assassination world, and God knows how it was discovered.

"This shows that this is not an isolated case, and it is indeed related to the status of a medical scholar." Kraft folded his hands in front of his chest, which is an old habit, as if he was holding his chin, and seemed to be preparing for something, " Why did they single out Petrie, a visiting lecturer, when they could have killed anyone at the party?"

"Do I have anything in common with Petrie? Both are surgeons in the outside world?"

"So they want to prevent the surgeon from discussing the Duke's condition?" Martin speculated, but then he vetoed his statement. The judgment must be that the surgeon has a solution.”

Paganism also has departments to discriminate against?

"That's right, it doesn't make sense. I haven't discussed this kind of treatment with anyone before, and I haven't heard of any precedents, unless they know divination, and they have to accurately hit the invasive treatment."

As far as the general belief is known, Kraft has the impression that internal medicine will continue to be superior to surgery for hundreds of years, and no one will think that tuberculosis can be curbed by physical means.

"Can't we just wait for those of you who are camping near the mushroom forest to get something?"

"Let's hope, I suspect they won't be that stupid." Obviously, based on what Martin has seen now, it should be difficult.

The two fell silent, watching the sun step closer to the forest line, and the sound of other people searching and talking under their feet almost reached the top floor.

"Speaking of which, if I don't limit my vision to the Duke, I would have thought of another possibility." Kraft stood up and patted the ashes behind him, and said again, "I remember someone told me during the introduction that Petrie What operation did the professor perform, what is it?"

"Ah yes, amputation with iced pain relief and anesthesia. Thinking about it this way, he was also studying anesthesia before?"

"Excuse my limited talents, can you explain what may be related here?" Anesthesia is still at the forefront of surgery, and this has entered the blind spot of Martin's knowledge.

Kraft waved his hand, saying not to take it too seriously, "No, I'm just saying that, Petrie and I barely have this in common. Besides, Petrie is from Dunling University, right?"

"Yes." Martin nodded. He noticed this during the investigation after the incident. Fortunately, it was Officer Wilbert's internal affairs that bothered him.

"That's a real headache."

"really."

　Happy new year! (˙▽˙) In the new year, I wish you all a successful career, academic progress, happy family, and finding love.

　　Of course, most importantly, I wish you good health! )

　　
　
(End of this chapter)