Krafft's Anomaly Notes

"Professor Kraft, you must try this." Martin held two large cups and knocked on the wooden door of the compartment. A certain bubbling sweet smell and the sound of music outside broke into the space, which was once again separated by the door panel. go.

Putting the things on the table where the paper was not occupied, he picked up a cup and took a sip, "I heard that the boss has made enough money for a manor through this."

"what is this."

Kraft took the glass of the dripping hazard away from the table full of papers, and put it under his nose to smell it.

It is a light alcohol with a natural sweetness. The base comes from beer. It is added with cool-smelling leaf powder and thick sweetening seasoning. Sparse small bubbles are separated from the light golden liquid from time to time. of froth.

A layer of mist condenses on the walls of the cup from which the droplets originate.

"Wine? Ice?" It doesn't look cheap, but it's summer now.

"Honey beer, the only one around Rivers. I hope it suits your taste, but I haven't seen anyone who doesn't like it." Martin blows away the foam and mint, takes another sip of the wine, and makes a " Please" gesture.

Drinks brought back from off-campus vending points on a hot day?It's really nostalgic, and even the sweetness with plenty of bubbles is similar.

"Thank you very much, but it's not suitable to drink alcohol before you have something to do."

"Taste a little, this wine is very light and refreshing."

"Success, just one sip." Kraft picked up the cup. Few people can refuse sparkling sweet drinks, and he is even a senior fan.

The entrance is different from the imagination, the sweetness is not very strong, more refreshing and bubbly, as if suddenly picked out from the stuffy small room, back to the widest water surface of the Temu River, the cool wind hits after the rain Come on, there is no better memory of Westminster than this.

He couldn't help but took another sip, "It's really good, it tastes like a manor."

"It's really terrible here. It's not only hot, but also noisy. This band, if it wasn't written on the invitation letter, I would have thought it was a banquet."

"Formal occasions always need some atmosphere, can't they be deserted?" Martin glanced at the paper on the table, "Is this your speech?"

"No, of course not, it's Petrie's, and it's not a speech."

"Petrie? Why are his things here?"

"What do you mean by me? This is Rivers University's Society of Tuberculosis and Rare Disease Medicine. It uses documents in the name of party needs, maintains the academic reputation of deceased participants, and posthumously honors them."

"What?"

"As the chairman of the society, I am referring to these manuscripts so that I can sort out valuable information." After browsing the contents of the paper, Kraft was still uneasy. Find some unconventional means of recording.

"Ah... ah?" Martin was in awe, but he also thought of some other questions, "Which other committee members want to see besides you? After all, Lecturer Petrie's death is related to paganism. Is there any unsuitable disclosure?" content?"

"No, it's just me."

"Then this academy?"

"Anyway, it's a serious society with a strong license." Kraft didn't explain too much, put the paper down in disappointment, pulled out another, and took a cup to moisten his throat. He was a little bit mouthful after talking too much in this weather. Dry tongue.

"Besides, I didn't find that kind of 'content that is not suitable for other people to see' on the bright side. This is the third time, so I took it to see it."

"Clear operation records, operation experience, and our anatomy... Oh no, the human body structure lecturer is about the same level."

"Basically, they are all existing operations, without any major innovations and process improvements. It may be that there are not enough cases handled, and the operation time is even longer, and there is no follow-up."

"Lack of specificity, small sample size, doesn't look like something that was said at a party. Either this means that he is a lazy person like me who doesn't write until the last minute."

Martin didn't know much about the professional content, but he understood one thing: Kraft didn't find the evidence he wanted.

"Either someone took the part to find."

"That's right, I asked the caretaker." Kraft chewed the crumbs in his mouth and continued after swallowing, "Blimmer has also been there, in the name of an academic gathering, I don't know if he took anything .”

"I have to admit that sometimes this identity is too easy to use. The only regret is that I am not the first to use it like this."

"However, Brimer's behavior itself revealed a lot of information. Regardless of whether he took anything with him, at least it showed that at that time, he felt that Petrie was exposed to something. This is why I am still willing to spend in these waste papers. The cause of time."

"Have you found anything?"

"Of course there is." Kraft glanced at the door to confirm that it was really tightly closed. Even if someone wanted to stick outside to eavesdrop, all he would hear would be the noisy vocals and the orchestra playing between the scenes.

"Petrie, he's really slow in doing amputations."

"You said that just now."

"That's right, but there were a few scenes that were too slow and too standard, including rigorous blood vessel hemostasis. He used crow's beak forceps to pull out the end of the artery root by root, and ligated sutures, including some small arteries. This took a very long time."

Martin imagined the scene, and picked out the severed blood vessels one by one from the section of the severed limb, "I'd rather use a soldering iron."

"This operation itself is beneficial to the patient's prognosis, Martin. It is fast to use a soldering iron, but a burnt wound is not conducive to healing. His problem is that it takes too long. Amputation for six tunes?"

More than [-] minutes, nearly half an hour, this operation time is not worth mentioning under general anesthesia, nothing more than closing and opening the eyes.Without anesthesia, there is a high probability that the eyes will not close.

"That's terrible."

"Indeed, iced anesthesia is unlikely to solve it. That's too scary." Kraft said meaningfully, "But that will soon be a thing of the past."

He shook the box at his feet, and the set of glassware inside made a crisp crashing sound like wind chimes.

The music outside came to an end, the announcer's voice overwhelmed the noise, and the cumbersome prefix titles were forged repeatedly by the echoes, as if some team was about to come to the stage to receive the award collectively.

"...and honorary professor of Rivers University, lecturer of Port Wendeng College, and also a knight who inherited the heroic blood of his ancestors, who came to Westminster from the far north of the kingdom..."

"Uh, it's a bit embarrassing to be honest. Before I knew it, it was my turn. I'll see you later, and help me take care of these papers." Kraft clinked glasses with Martin and drank his last sip.

"May the angels bless your lips."

"Thank you, let's avoid it." Speaking of the angel, Kraft remembered that the pendant was still beside him, glowing red.

"Don't worry, based on my experience, it usually takes a while to read this. If you appear too early, you will lose your reputation. It's better to show up at a certain point." Martin, who has many security experiences, gave gave pertinent advice.

"Oh yes, speaking of angels, there is indeed something that I almost forgot to tell you. Didn't the weirdo say something before he died?"

"What?" After working on the illness of the Duke and Yvonne for so many days, Kraft had already pushed the things in the forest to the edge of his mind, and only remembered what happened by flipping through his memory.

【…Tell them, don’t be afraid, I bring you good news of great joy, concerning all peoples...】

"I found an acquaintance from the seminary, the one who is absolutely reliable, and asked what it meant." Martin leaned lazily on the back of the chair, sipping an iced drink, and it seemed that it was not bad news.

"It's a passage that a saint said when he saw an angel descending from the earth. Don't worry, it's not a curse or something. It's a good thing that it was read by a pagan, otherwise he would inevitably be labeled as a 'blasphemy'. He will have to work hard with me."

The figure in the black robe paused in front of the door. In the too clear memory, the face that was completely changed was still in front of my eyes. Under the colorful scales, the remaining facial features were distorted to show a recognizable expression of "surprise".

Looking back now, the only thing contained in that kind of "surprise" is that there is no unwillingness to die, and it may be able to interpret subtle surprises, and even get what you want.

The wriggling creature's shell had been dismembered by the plane's insanity in the distance, and he couldn't see it.And the thing that swept before dying, as weak as a breath, is probably his spiritual sense, the scope is limited to the whole body, and it cannot extend out of the window.

"Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you." Kraft pushed open the door and appeared in the main hall, stepping into the roaring sound.

I recommend "Secret Martial Arts: The Record of the Knight's Wielding the Rhinoceros" again. The author reset the first volume (˙▽˙) to make up for the last shortcoming.