Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Lecturer Maynard, who was sitting next to him, left the table with Kraft and went to look for Petrie with sobering tea. Out of concern for his peers, Lyndon joined them.

The three of them took away a lighting candlestick and walked towards the corridor where they came from.

It is somewhat dangerous to pour liquid into an unconscious person rashly. There is no need to do this unless there are special circumstances. Therefore, everyone chose to send the drunk Petrie indoors to rest and wait for him to recover on his own before making any plans.

The thick clouds that had not dispersed after the shower blocked the half-moon light, and the side hall to the corridor were filled with empty darkness. They slowly stepped onto the steps one by one, walking around the tables and chairs buried in them, and the echoes returned from the other side of the space. The image follows step by step.

"We don't seem to have lit a lamp for Petrie. We hope he won't bump into anything when he wakes up and looks for his shoes." Maynard walked in front holding the candlestick and spoke out to break the silence that was assimilated by the environment, "One, two, three, The third room, I remember it was here.”

He stopped and listened for a moment, then politely knocked on the door to alert them to their arrival.

In the quiet and dark atmosphere, everything becomes distant. Among the music in the hall on the other side, only the fine playing of the flute can penetrate here, playing intermittently in the damp corridor, like ooze. Bubble bursting at the end of the airway.

There was no reason, Kraft just felt that way, and knocked on the door without a response, just like the dull sound when percussing a solid air cavity.

"Do you smell anything?" He sniffed, feeling that it touched a certain point in his memory, but it also had some very fine dust-like components, which made the nasal cavity used to the air after the rain very uncomfortable.

Professor Linden, the anatomy professor, reflexively raised his sleeves to check himself, smelling from the cuffs to the front. His skillful movements were sympathetic. He quickly ruled out the suspicion that the odor was brought from the body of the anatomy object, "It's not me. I washed myself before coming here today. My wife washed these clothes and they are very clean."

"I don't smell anything. Is it alcohol?"

After taking a deep breath, Maynard did not get the same answer as Kraft from the air. The rainfall has washed away the dust in the air. If there is any smell, it is probably just the fragrance of vegetation.

The dusty feeling passed quickly, similar to the grainy air that hits your face when you open an attic that has not been used for a long time. It quickly dissipated.

The absence of a signal in the senses due to changes in breathing is sufficient to prove that it does not come from the sense of smell.

"I'll hold the candlestick, it's very heavy."

It was easy to get a pure copper candlestick from Maynard. Craft weighed its reassuring weight, walked to the door and squeezed the two pure scholars aside. If something were to show up in front of them, smashing this thing out would be a good choice.

Of course the door was not locked. He held the handle cautiously, held the candlestick in front of him, and slowly pushed open the thick door panel.

Kraft didn't like this move very much. Subconsciously it symbolized leaving a comfortable and familiar environment and placing himself in the unknown. The opposite could be anything. However, this situation occurs repeatedly, and someone must be responsible for opening the door.

The non-existent smell faded away, replaced by the strange sensations that bothered him, which intensified on the left arm holding the door panel, like dry lips and tongue suddenly coming into contact with water, and reawakening, with the pain and flow jumping between the muscle bundles. , alternating illusory hot and cold temperatures are words and sentences, describing some kind of information that cannot be parsed by normal organs.

【listen】

But not with both ears. There was a faint sound of chewing, tough or hard substances were fused together, something thin and seemingly textile was torn and spit out, unbearable metal fell down, and was sunk into a layer of sticky, plush material that covered the floor - not sure. Ground, because it comes from indirect feedback from the shielded spiritual senses, like fragments leaking between the fingers covering the lidless eyes.

The alien instincts from the spirit and stone fragments urge consciousness, and there is an urgent need for spiritual senses. For example, when you find that something else has invaded the safe zone, you need to open your eyes and observe your surroundings, instead of stubbornly refusing to use the organs that exist in your body.

The depths are calling, and in its unique way, it silently urges those who establish connections to use its gifts to break the oldest and strongest source of human fear and deepen the connection. Resistance requires the willpower to refuse to open your eyes when waking up and to prevent swallowing when eating.

"No." Kraft suppressed the subtle hints of information that stirred in his physical senses as if they represented fear itself. He didn't know what the consequences would be if this connection continued to deepen. Anyway, it wouldn't be better than the twisted chaos that spread to half a floor, and there was no guarantee that the next time he lost control, he could stop the car.

"What?" Maynard asked. He saw Kraft pause for a few seconds, muttering something to himself.

"nothing."

The light enters as the door panel rotates and opens, sweeping over the interior furnishings one by one, including a small bucket, a round table, and an empty bed.

Walking into the room lit by candlelight, the exposed rafters overhead support this somewhat cramped place. The history of the dark furniture may be equal to the history of the building. After all, this is not for daily use. , only providing a private space for guests who have lost their temper or have other needs during the banquet.

The inside of the room is much drier than the outside world, but it is far less dusty, making those who are aware of it more certain that some non-worldly factors have visited this place.

"he left?"

There is no room for hiding here, and the only small window is opened high above the head, barely enough to stand on the table and look out. Maynard followed Kraft into the room, which immediately seemed too small and difficult to perform.

His attention was drawn to the imprint of a human figure on the bed, where they had placed Petrie. Instead of being torn up like other messy scenes caused by drunkards, the sheets remained oddly neat, and there wasn't even a mark of sitting on the edge of the bed when he got up. The candlelight swinging like a drunken man reflected this scene that made his thinking logically contradictory.

Something that had been placed in the shadow of the foot of the bed tripped him, and he was kicked out and bounced against the wall. Maynard bent down and picked it up. It was a leather-covered, wooden-soled, pointed-toed boot, a popular style from Dunling. They had just taken it off for its owner and placed it at the foot of the bed not long ago.

"guard!"

In less than ten minutes, Kraft saw Martin again, whom he had not seen for two hours. The latter was still wearing the party outfit, with a small red mark on his face.

He pushed aside the full-body armored guard in front of him. The corridor was already occupied by people from the medical school and searchers armed with torches. They sealed all the entrances and exits of the venue in time, rummaging through this corridor with no other place to go, trying to find the person from Dunling's surgeon, however, found nothing.

A big living person disappeared out of thin air like evaporating wine, leaving nothing behind except a pair of boots that proved that he did not walk out by himself.

Martin squeezed awkwardly next to Kraft, and Maynard was recounting what happened to the venue director: "He got drunk after drinking that glass of wine, no, more like passed out, so we brought him here . But this is unreasonable. Ours is the same jug of wine."

"Assassin's pot." He interrupted Maynard, with a gloomy expression on his face, and threw the thing in his hand to the supervisor, "Two inner pots, how did you let this thing get in?"

Silver ewer with flower buckle handle. Craft remembered it, and the feeling of it falling into his hands, the little half liquid sloshing in it.

[The best wine has been divided among us]

"Hell, it was almost!" Kraft found that he had missed the chance to stop him. No matter how clear his memory was, it could not replace his thinking when Professor Fernand said these words.

An incident mixed with man-made and deep-seated factors will slip away quietly, which is worse than the belladonna that almost killed him.

"If you really secure every possible exit, I think I can help you identify at least one of the accomplices."

"No need." Martin refused Kraft's help and stared at the supervisor with a cannibalistic look. The aura of his fluffy party clothes even overwhelmed this man with shining armor. "I just came from the kitchen. Then The guy went back and locked himself in the storage room.”

"Did you catch him?"

"He disappeared, just like here."