Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Yvonne blinked her dry eyes to relieve the discomfort caused by the red light in the darkness.At first she thought it was a lantern covered in glass, but the light source was small and constant, like an eye set in the floor, casting a red gaze with incomprehensible meaning on something buried deep.

With her back against the door, she didn't rush to lock it, and the hand behind her clasped the door bolt.If the people in the room really didn't have the ability to control those mushroom-growing zombies as she thought, opening the door if necessary would be a very effective means of maneuvering threats, and no one would want to be facing them in an enclosed space.

But for now, that may not be necessary.

Red light flows on every surface in the room, including the faces of people lying on the ground.His cheeks seemed to have not been washed for a long time, covered with a thin layer of scales, protruding from the mouth and nose, forming mossy rings slightly higher than the surface of the skin.Those are new flecks of bacterial plaque, densely connected into a film covering the skin.

The raised hand failed to touch the target, nor did it hang down weakly. The raised fingers, wrists and elbows were competing with some invisible force, and the movement stopped halfway.The verrucous fungus clusters between the fingers, blends with the aponeurosis, and continues as a subcutaneous empyema-like protrusion.

Unlike those outside who lost their lives, or became the soil for another life to grow, the slightly ruffled folds of their clothes showed that their chests were still rising and falling, and they were still breathing weakly.His eyes were frozen and foggy, and he couldn't see whether he was still conscious.If it weren't for the luminous pendant, this look would be closer to one of the victims.

The professor didn't look like he could stand up and pose a threat.Yvonne locked the door, clenched the dagger under the hem of her skirt, and tentatively approached with small steps until she could reach the pendant by bending down, but Brimmer didn't respond.She retracted her hand and pinched the pendant through the cuff.

It feels no different from a stone, it has not been polished, but it has rounder edges, as if it had been removed from somewhere.

Yvonne lifted it lightly and slowly, and then pulled it violently, taking this object of unknown purpose but looking very special from Brimer's neck.As if he felt something, he let out a difficult low hum from his throat, and tried his best to stretch his eyelids, but the pupils covered by the white mycelium could not see anything.

His breathing has reached the point where it is difficult to maintain the minimum activity, his lips show the familiar dark color, he can't even express a complete cry for help, but he still has a clear sense of autonomy.

If there’s anything Yvonne still fears, it’s this—incapacitation, a long stretch of suffocation like a gradual tightening of the neck, and being able to feel the process clearly, so that death seems to be Great relief.

It's hard to say whether doing nothing in the face of what happened is more painful, or a prolonged death is more hopeless.

Realizing that someone was around him, he shuddered, trying to make a movement to call for help.Yvonne tried to hold him down, but found that all the muscles touched were tense at the same time, and the body was arched and oppressed, which made it impossible for the limbs to make any movements other than twitching, which was also the reason why the hand was frozen in the air.

But the convulsions made some noise, which intensified with the desire to survive.Even if he still has some consciousness, I'm afraid there are not many of them. There is only a simple obsession with calling for help from unknown visitors. He can't understand the current situation of the two of them. Making a sound will only attract a wandering bacterial shell. .

She tried to use her knees to support the trembling body under the black robe, and put her whole body weight on it, but with the physique of a little girl, it was completely impossible to control the convulsions of an adult man, and instead she almost fell down.

[Must get him under control immediately]

In a very short period of time, he must control people whose size and strength are far superior to his own.In this case, there is one and only one way.Yvonne knew exactly what she should do. She had made psychological preparations before she came, but that was mostly a surprise counterattack. The reality was simpler and more difficult than imagined.

Freshly sharpened and oiled two days ago, the thin blade slides smoothly out of the sheath.The craftsman didn't quite understand why a lady's knife should be sharpened, and good military thinking made him do it, and it was done well.

The non-slip wrapping cloth on the handle is very practical, and the wetness of the palm does not affect the grip of the hand. Every inch of the movement of the dagger comes from the will of its owner. According to the hearsay, it reaches the deadliest use position that she knows. protected neck.People struggling with mushroom infestation did not feel this slender coolness.

Time was running out, and she didn't have much time to take another look at the gradually unfamiliar face that she had known for less than a day.

The face far away from the light source is very dark, and like those servants who met each other, it becomes blurred in vision and mind, and becomes a unified, featureless template that gradually fades away, as far away as those seen on the cliff Spots of light, some unrelated...

【Ember point】

The blade was inserted from the center without hindrance, and the liquid spilled was not much, and it was the same color as other things under the special light, but it was particularly dark.

The hand holding the handle pressed down, the blade first entered the cavity, and was blocked by some hard object after passing through, and encountered resistance after entering halfway.The trembling didn't stop, but got bigger.

The dagger paused for a moment, then changed direction, cutting to one side, and when it reached a certain angle, something splashed, and the pulsation felt unreal through the metal and wood, but quickly disappeared.It worked, and those troublesome tremors subsided and subsided.

Kneeling and listening for a while, Yvonne remembered what she was still holding in her hand, pulled it out, wiped both sides dry on the nearest cloth, and stuffed it back into the sheath.Wandering footsteps outside the door passed by without stopping.

She wasn't sure she knew what she'd done, logically there should have been pity, fear, or something else that would overwhelm her emotions.

But in fact, apart from the instinctive disgust when touching the warm liquid, there is no other feeling. Even the "should have a reaction" comes from hearing, lacking real feeling, and she understands all the process and results.

In theory, this is in line with the needs of one's own safety; in emotion, there is no need to feel sympathy or sorrow for it.She felt that this was probably abnormal, and she felt that there was nothing unreasonable about it. After all, it was just a strange individual with no relationship, or even a negative relationship, who had experienced a familiar death.

Objectively speaking, it also helped him avoid a lot of pain, so it should be regarded as revenge with virtue?Although this is what the church preaches, Mr Kraft does not advocate it.

She fiddled with the pendant for a while, but couldn't find its connection with the mushrooms. Instead, she searched Brimmer's belongings, trying to find the target she needed, the trick to contact that extraordinary thing.

In the hidden inner pocket of the robe, a delicate vial was turned out, the capacity was too small for a mouthful, and it stored a liquid that could hardly be heard when shaken, unlike the wine bottles that the crew would carry.

Yvonne pushed back the stopper and looked in through the narrow mouth of the bottle.She hadn't expected to see anything under such light, and it was indeed pitch black inside, but a feeling came out for no reason, telling that it was the color of the liquid.

A liquid that has never been seen before, like a person covered in carapace or fungus parasites, it exists very logically, and the mouth of the bottle is a gap for peeping into that world.

The hand unconsciously raised it to the front, and a voice from the bottom of the heart murmured, hoping to touch it.

【This is that kind of thing】

She forgot about it and drank it down.