Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 173: Hide and Seek

[Is he really the last person here? 】

The night in Westminsterburg is different from that of Port of Solace. There is no place worth wandering around. The only thing you can encounter when you walk around after dark is the night patrol team asking the three major philosophical questions.Visitors, even if they had to move around, returned to their lodgings with beds and meals before nightfall.

Due to the delay on the road, Yvonne was already counted as the latest group to return, and when she came back, she still met Mr. Wilbert here.He was waiting for Professor Brimmer, someone who had come here only for the Kraft manuscript.

From the short conversation at noon, Yvonne can basically be sure that the other party's purpose is very clear, and if she is bolder, she can even further judge that Brimer specially chose to come when "the adults are not around".As for how to know the itinerary and why the time is staggered, it is full of doubts.

Before he came, he never thought about being turned back by a little girl, so he could only stay there. It was obvious that this was absolutely unexpected, and there was no possibility of arranging the schedule in advance.

So, is there such a possibility that Bremmer is nowhere.

【Just in the room】

It is very unreasonable to guess that there is a person who stays in an unlit room, does not take dinner, is deaf to calls from outside the door, does not say a word, and does not make any movement.

Or in fact, Wilbert had also discovered this earlier, and he blamed himself loudly at the door for arranging an inappropriate room for Brimer, was it for the servants to hear?Could this be a tactful way of reminding the occupants of the room?

Through the keyhole, a color covering the lights passed by.Yvonne pulled up the velvet cloth on his chest and covered his mouth and nose to resist the smell of rancid dust.They are still lingering outside, like scavengers on a beach that smells the most fishy, ​​waiting for the stranded fish carcasses to be washed out by the tide.

Fortunately, she thought, after filtering out the dust, the rest is not too difficult to accept.

My mind became active, and if one of many things was accidental, it might not be the case after the combination.Today when Bremer visited, he happened to meet these walking corpses growing mushrooms, and they happened to be stranded in the place where he lived.

He is controlling these things?According to the development in the popular story, Yvonne immediately came up with the idea that manipulating corpses by evil means is nothing new.

It seemed impossible, if that was the case, there was no way she could have escaped unharmed.Brimmer was in the room and could hear the conversation outside and knew where she was.

So, the answer is no?
Everything seems to confirm her firm belief: nothing is free.The strange person who can disappear out of thin air and reappear in memory, with contractures of hands and feet, bone shells all over his body, and a hunchbacked body in pain is daunting; that kind of thing, that kind of thing that surpasses intelligence and physical strength and has extraordinary abilities, also has an equivalent price, limit.

It was so simple, he couldn't even go out and deal with Yvonne, even though he was probably the source of it all.

Although it is not understood why this situation has arisen, she seems to be safe.Stay here and wait for someone to come early tomorrow morning, or the sun will naturally drive away those evil things that fear the light.

Yvonne heard the reassuring whispers in her heart, she has won the reward of her tact, as long as she continues to keep quiet, everything will pass, and she can continue to live a comfortable life unimaginable before, and in a position too high to see Under the guidance of a teacher who understands, become a "senior talent" who can read and write.

But her eyes were still stuck to the keyhole, and her suppressed breathing rate became faster unconsciously. She counted to the tenth, the tenth mushroom figure passing by the door.

No, there were actually nine, she had seen this one before, and at its waist, which was flush with the keyhole, there was a row of blue scale mushrooms.

This time the interval between passes was longer than before.The number of those blind corpses was not as many as expected, and they were spreading out in this large building.

Their eyes cannot be seen from here, presumably they have been covered with plaque, or simply replaced by new mushrooms.I don't know what way to "see" her, but no one found her across the door.

In his pocket, Yvonne felt something cold, the key.

She waited with bated breath, waiting for the next walking corpse to pass by the door and walk away. Using the steady writing technique that she had practiced repeatedly, she inserted the key into the keyhole, blocking the light spot.

Complete darkness enveloped her, and she closed her eyes to listen to the very slight sound of the metal mechanism twisting, confirming that it did not cover the footsteps softened by the fungus.In the other hand, held the trophy dagger, well polished by the artisans.

If Brimmer doesn't come to her, then she will go to Brimmer.

Yvonne opened the door and quickly looked at the two sides. The colorful figure slowly turned the corner, unmoved by the peeking behind her.She took the first step carefully, landed on her toes, and stepped on the floor of the corridor.

Very light, not as difficult as I thought.Her movements quickened, her thinking was as clear and smooth as snow melted into water, she opened the door, and walked briskly with small steps against the wall like a cat.She stared intently at the end of the corridor, watching the bloated, pale shadow emerge around the corner, bending over and hiding in the shadow of the spiral staircase.

The whole process took less than twenty steps, and she found herself holding her breath unconsciously.The heart fluttered continuously, and it was an inexplicable feeling surging under the surface of trying to keep silent. Unlike pure fear, it was close to thrilling, and even a little excited.She was walking on the path of will, even though it was only about the width of a single-plank bridge.

Like a heartbeat, once it starts it can't stop.After giving himself a few seconds to adjust his breathing, Yvonne peeked out from the exit on the first floor, then quickly retracted.

Two figures with peculiar shapes and crowns of aspirinus on their heads walked slowly in the long hall that seemed to be covered with veil-like colored powder, and stepped over the servants who fell sideways.In the center of the large cloud of dust, there are human figures entangled by the erupting shell of the canopy. They seem to have "really died" after spreading the large cloud of dust, fulfilling some kind of mission, and no longer being driven unreasonably like the same kind.

If the meaning of this scene is put aside, and Wilbert is still the one who is entangled among the dead; Yvonne does feel guilty about a kind of "beauty" that can be understood without learning to understand, pure It is colorful and gorgeous, far surpassing the banquet decoration at Rivers University.

Biting her lip hard, she suppressed this feeling and the urge to cough that got worse after reaching the first floor, forcing herself to focus on her goal.

Brimer's door was locked, which meant she had to approach the steward's body to get to the bunch of keys by dodging the wandering shell.

Difficult, but not impossible, she would be covered by clutter of tables and chairs along the way, and the string of shiny little metals had fallen by a long table not far from the body.

Without hesitation, when the two bodies walked away, she leaned over and crawled over the corpses of the servants, and found that the number of servants did not seem to match, and there was a half-human gap on the edge of the dust.

(End of this chapter)