Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 223 Merging Puzzles
When the professor stretched out his fingers to rub the paper for the third time, trying to make a notch beyond the limit of the carrier, Green finally couldn't help but stop him.

"Although it's well preserved, it's almost a hundred years old, so you'd better be careful."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just never thought of seeing this thing here." Kraft retracted his hand, wiped off the thin sweat on the hem of his clothes, and gently turned the paper over to the back.

Seeing the nature of these imitations did not reassure him, on the contrary, he felt a kind of unreasonable disgust, like seeing narrative texts with no distinction between primary and secondary, or faces with crooked and crooked features that were barely put together.

That kind of molten shape added a bit of disturbing change to this pattern.He has not yet had the idea of ​​connecting melting with solid stone carvings, and he has no way of guessing what the consideration of this imagery is, or is it a copy of another unknown form.

"Have you ever seen such a thing?"

"Not exactly, it's different from what I know. It's the same style, but it should be an imitation."

The author of the manuscript left few descriptions, and the sum of the front and back did not have much content, and even omitted the time and specific location of the discovery, and scribbled out a few lines of letters to compare with the forms that were probably mentioned above. , still unable to make a logical and complete traceability, and can only convince myself that it is a work that comes from the author's personal will and hands-on work.

"Two kinds of symbolic patterns have been mixed together." It is much easier for people who have seen the whole picture to distinguish them, or their characteristic features are indelible even after they are broken up and reorganized.

If it was not a coincidence that they happened to be encountered in both the northern border of the kingdom and Dunling, it would mean that the distribution of their influence is definitely wider than imagined.

"What do they mean?"

"I'm not sure." The arcs and straight lines point to the solitary and deep celestial body, and the meandering lines describe the content that has not been able to form a concept in my mind so far.

The former cannot be explained; while the latter, people cannot explain to others what they do not understand.

"I've only seen it on some relics, and it's absolutely right to treat it as a pagan symbol." Kraft concluded with a confident attitude than Big Green, so determined that people wondered whether he had a personal enmity with Morrison.

"It has nothing to do with that kind of potion? We have encountered some believers who took hallucinogenic drugs. Through the effect after drinking and a little induction, they can easily deceive people into believing it. From a medical point of view, is there such a thing? possibility?"

Kraft shook his head, "The possibility is very small. As I said, with such an effect, you can obtain more things openly."

There was a moment of silence at the table, and both sides were ruminating on the information they had gained.

"Where did you see such a thing?"

"The kingdom is in the extreme north. It's a remote place that's at least two or three months away by boat, and you have to ride a horse into the mountains for a few days. You don't know where it is."

"Then there's nothing we can do. It's still impossible to investigate further. It doesn't make sense to kill a pagan symbol." Green took a long breath, raised his head and stretched his neck, and squinted at Kraft, "If all you know is These words."

The latter has no interest in this kind of casual provocative method, and is still hesitant to throw out some information that he has not confirmed. On the one hand, he is afraid of misleading, and on the other hand, he is not sure what will happen if he continues to investigate, hoping to lead The direction and progress of the investigation.

He believed that Green thought the same way. The priest who was in charge of the church system did not seem like the kind of person who would be easily led away.

And the other party can also mobilize considerable manpower and material resources locally, and can completely throw off other people and do it alone.

Flipping forward a few pages, Kraft found the remaining pages that were confiscated together, and took them out of the protective paper to browse: a relatively badly destroyed buried ruin outside the city, some ditches, and then drainage channels.

"Have you ever tried to find this thing?" As far as the rubbing area is concerned, it can be inferred that it is at least larger than the paper, and with the supporting carrier, the whole picture is no less than some inscriptions, and there may be other related accessories.

And it can be accidentally discovered by amateur architects, and it probably won't hide in a place that cannot be reached by normal means.

"I asked some people who like to study old buildings, and there are many people who can participate in the restoration of the cathedral. They said that if there is such a thing, it probably won't be unknown."

"Could it be underground? Look at these, such as sewers, um, sewers that are wide enough to enter people, have you narrowed down a bit?"

Green gathered the papers and sandwiched them one by one between the leather papers, "Will you try to find a special drop of water in the Teme River?"

"Ok?"

"The most indispensable thing in Dunling is this kind of place. No one can tell which places are there and how long they are. Or the other way around, you should ask where there are none."

"I don't understand." This is far from the impression of sewers in this era in his inherent cognition, which makes him feel more like describing a large ant nest entrenched in the underground of the city, and the tunnel traffic hollows out the foundation of the building.

"May I ask, are you digging a sewer or an underground river? Who pays for this kind of project?"

"No, we rarely bother with drainage."

"Are you going to tell me that these sewers grow by themselves?" Planning a city's drainage and sewage system, especially a large city the size of Dunling, is wide enough to walk on, it is definitely a big project.

However, what he didn't expect was that Green nodded in agreement with this statement, "It can be said that way."

"They're out there, and Dunring is just using them, and possibly to a negative effect - only a small part of them, actually, was built by the 'Dunlings'. You know, the Duninglings are a kingdom It was a concept only after its establishment.”

"What about the rest?"

"I don't know. They have always been there. They are one of the many relics. You can see them in most places in and around the city, just like other old buildings." Green said as a matter of course.

The most indispensable thing in this land of lack of change is the old things. A foundation of Notre Dame Cathedral has to be multiplied by the age of the manuscript in hand to keep up.

"Then who built them?"

"Maybe everyone? Every generation will improve on the basis of the previous generation, and then it will become like this, probably." The experience of going through the church classics can't make the tone firm.

Unlike the above-ground buildings, the underground part of the city has always received little attention, and the use of sewers makes these spaces more difficult for visitors.

"It is suitable for all things that are not suitable for appearing on the ground, sewage, garbage, including some guys that are not tolerated by the law, and occasionally they can find a hiding place in it, so we have to go down and find them out. "

"So I know how big it is. There are countless forks, branches, and height differences. It's a cobweb made of bricks and stones. Even the gangsters who use this to avoid being searched dare not go too far."

There is reason to speculate on how the ability to draw a sword in the dark was acquired, and practical work creates technical requirements.

"Even the manpower of the trial court can't try?"

"The Tribunal is not my monopoly. Even the bishop can't let everyone go down the sewer because of a piece of incompletely confirmed news. There are still many people who have some opinions on a colleague from a bad background, and they will be happy to have another impeachment reason."

"Well, I admit it's a bit troublesome." Kraft roughly understood what kind of problem was in front of him.

There are clues, but there are not many. There is a high probability that it is hidden in the sewer, and it needs to be fished out by hand, and the scale of this sewer is a little larger than imagined.

Besides, they don't know if this clue is useful, just a lost traveler in the night rushing blindly to the only light in sight.

But Kraft still has an idea, an idea that seems to be able to piece together the clues in the hands of both parties.

"According to this, under our feet, the sewers should be quite dense, so dense that we can dig through any place we choose."

"It's a bit exaggerated, but it's actually pretty much the same. It's nothing new to see voids collapse when digging foundations."

"What if it's a quarry?"

"What do you mean?" Green asked back, almost at the same time, remembering today's itinerary to track Kraft, "You mean"

"Not long ago, I looked through the borrowing records of the college's treasury—don't care how I saw it." Seeing Green's sudden eagerness again, Kraft pressed his palm down, signaling to be calm.

"It just happened to be such a coincidence that I knew the handwriting of one of the professors. He repeatedly invalidated and refused to return surgical instruments on the grounds of contact with patients with severe infectious diseases. The same process was repeated many times for several months."

"Suppose, and I mean hypothetically, what is the significance of this; whether it's a careless omission, or a hint of conscience in the game, I can only think of one place where a blight patient rejected by an ordinary cemetery is most likely to home."

"The problem then was, I didn't know what to look for." Boundless searching was enough to destroy any trust in one's own reasoning.

[But now I probably know it]

"This doesn't prove anything." After a few breaths of speech, Green restrained the urge to summon the staff immediately, and re-examined this purely subjective speculation from an objective perspective.

"Not to mention the possibility of being simply an excuse, it can also mean that the target they lure is a patient who is seeking to be cured. Under the threat of death, as long as there is a little hope, there is almost no price that is unacceptable."

"At present, there is no case of surgical cure for infected patients. The academic circle generally believes that it depends on medicine, although it is not very useful."

"Is putting a needle into the chest cavity considered a traumatic operation?" From a purely layman's point of view, it is easy to question, "Moreover, Morrison has a special medicine that can easily create a 'miracle' effect."

"But at present we only have this one clue. If you want to continue to catch tomb robbers in the street, you should give it a try."

"."

"Vadin, tell our people I'm going to see them here tomorrow, in normal clothes."

Kraft took off his gloves and held out his hand to Green, "My grandfather told me that when they needed a little temporary trust on the battlefield, they would take off their gauntlets to show they were harmless, and then shake hands, which represented the simplest alliance .”

The two hands were tightly clasped together, and separated after a short contact.Bystanders could vaguely hear the weak, crackling sound of the joint being pressed.

"By the way, don't let the people in the academy know, I don't want to lose my reputation in the industry."

"It is indeed the easiest alliance."

(End of this chapter)