Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"What?" Martin heard Kraft exclaim, saying a word he had never heard before, but he was not surprised. It was normal for a professor of medical school to say something that no one else knew. But that's it.

Rather than a word whose meaning he didn't know, he cared more about what discovery it meant and what could explain this strange situation.

"I mean, a less common disease infection." Kraft looked around and couldn't find the yellow trash can, so he had to discard the tongue depressor in the coffin.

Literally speaking, yes, fungal infections are indeed uncommon. Even though many people have the habit of taking off the sleeve-like flexible protective fabric between the feet and shoes and smelling it, it is rare to contract fungal pneumonia as a result. It can be considered an extremely rare news, right? As an organism that has little to do with humans most of the time, fungal infections are not as common as other pathogens.

Most of the time they are mentioned, they are followed by other underlying conditions, suggesting compromised immunity. For example, Candida albicans in the mouths of AIDS patients and Aspergillus, which is a complication of tuberculosis, take advantage of the situation when the situation is bad.

This made him feel that the matter was even more unreasonable. It would be understandable if the Duke suffered from Aspergillus infection, but could it be that so many heretics here were all infected with human immunodeficiency virus?

[Not sure, hard to say]

Kraft quickly pulled his thoughts back, thinking that something so outrageous could really happen. But Candida infection shouldn't look like this. Compared with normal conditions, it's like the difference between a virgin forest and artificial turf.

And even if this inexplicable inspiration is correct, then fungi are also a large category. The difference between fungi that infect the human body and mushrooms may be greater than that between humans and pigs. Why should they be listed together?

Just because they are all so... "luxuriant"?

Yes, Kraft felt that he had grasped a certain key. The problem was not the fungus, or not just the frequent occurrence of fungi in recent experiences, but the unusually vigorous life of the fungus, which grew in an unstoppable manner.

"Close the lids and carry them in. Let's start with the one in the robe."

Despite their reluctance, the soldiers moved under the command, reset the cover, carried it into the room, and then left here quickly like a ghost blowing air on the back of their necks.

Martin handed the brought tools to Kraft and closed the door. The two of them worked together to carry the corpse of the pagan leader and the coffin onto the low table, and lit a circle of candlesticks around it. These light sources illuminated the temporary dissecting table and made the scene even more indescribable.

Compared to this person lying down, they may now be more like some vicious pagans who will perform bloody and dark rituals.

Kraft took out the instruments and neatly stacked them aside, put on a special robe, and checked the integrity of the gloves for the last time. "I need to confirm, is this behavior considered a private favor, or is it not limited to our wishes?"

"Our investigation is permitted. Even if anyone has an opinion, they must make concessions before threatening the stability of the entire Westminster." Martin had no intention of leaving. He stood by the coffin and looked at the body, his facial muscles tense. , forcing myself to face the source of fear in order to desensitize.

Kraft noticed this, but couldn't quite relate to it. In his opinion, Martin is not a person who has never had blood on his hands. He should not be so sensitive to death. If he is numb to life and death, there is nothing too terrible.

"The next work only requires one person. If you find it boring, you can work on other things first." In view of a little habitual care, Kraft can still give him a tactful suggestion not to torture himself, "To be honest, To the layman, it’s just a boring mess, and even if you read it, it still needs to be paraphrased and explained.”

"If it doesn't interfere, please let me watch. I can help a little if necessary." A refusal that went against his heart, and Martin insisted on staying.

"Then I'll start." Kraft picked up the knife and cut it from the collar, preparing to cut directly through the tangled clothes. Anyway, he didn't want to do a full dissection, just a simple exploration, and there was no need to be very strict.

Lifting the fabric with tweezers, the sharp blade passed across the chest, cutting the ring pattern in half. The robe slipped to both sides, revealing the rough chest. Millet-like dense undulations were scattered under the skin, as if something was about to separate and relax. The skin and subcutaneous tissue folded into strange skin patterns during the transportation, so that the circular tattoo in the middle of the chest turned into a twisted and irregular shape.

Press the fingers protected by the gloves on a piece of skin and try to move it left and right. The movement is very large and you can feel a feeling similar to the friction between two layers of rubber. This reminded Kraft of the first time he touched the skin of a patient with subcutaneous emphysema, which gave him a "twisting" feeling, but more astringent.

It's not like the texture of the skin and flesh itself being connected. Instead, a thin fiber mesh interlayer sticks them together, making the texture loose and even fluffy.

"It seems to be very fluffy down there, and it's not empty. I'm not sure." Kraft raised his finger and pressed it again. This time he was sure that this change was widespread throughout the entire torso.

He swept away the clothes that were cut in half, and the clothes on both sides slid down the loose body of the deceased and fell to the bottom of the coffin, making the sound of small hard objects colliding, "Wait, you didn't search me?"

"No..." Martin shook his head. "At that time, I thought I would bring it back and talk about it later, so I wouldn't rush to move."

I'm afraid no one wants to search for such a weird guy, right? It sounded like something was hidden in the robe. Kraft followed the sound and quickly found two hidden pockets with unknown openings.

He didn't want to be distracted at this moment, so he simply cut open the bag and took out a metal vial that could be seen everywhere and a string-encrusted ornament with an unknown purpose. He placed it on the table next to him for further study after the dissection was completed.

Martin walked around the coffin curiously, examining the two pagan paraphernalia. He originally thought it would be a symbol of a fanatic, but there was no ring-related design element found on the ornament that should be the logo. It only had a translucent gem-like mineral fixed in a metal frame without even polishing. , directly strung together to make a pendant.

For a pagan leader, his life is quite simple, and no money can be found in his body, which is very inconsistent with the image that he was just trying to make money when he first discovered this paganism.

On the other side, Kraft had carefully opened a shallow triangular opening, and used tweezers to pinch the edge and slowly uncover it. It was unexpectedly easy. He didn't need to carefully grasp the depth and use the blade to carefully separate the tough epidermis and subcutaneous soft tissue like in the anatomy class. He just used a little force on his wrist to lift the loose wrinkled skin.

To use an inappropriate metaphor, he felt like he was tearing off a different piece of orange peel. With a slight hiss of separation, the skin was lifted up at a constant speed, and the white three-dimensional silk screen was severed below. This was the looseness he just felt. Tissue, fine dots can also be seen in the grids dotted with suspected tissue remnants that have not been completely decomposed.

Surprisingly, terrifyingly exuberant vitality is hidden under the dead skin. It is lush mycelium that no one has ever seen and dare not imagine. It is like a miniature scavenger city built by hollowing out the mountain.

Before Kraft could recover from the shock in this corner, the sound of objects turning was heard from the shelf.

"Professor Kraft, look at this. It seems to be shining inside?"