Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

From Kraft's perspective, the body that had been leaning over the table and seemed to be similar to other fungal parasitic bodies started to move without warning when the three of them came closer to observe the hidden jewelry box.

He raised his head and raised his upper body, and a red light as thin as a blood smear spread rapidly on the table. That light source was something he recognized, a rough ore fixed on a metal base, swinging on his chest, illuminating the face that should not have any expression.

The nose, septal cartilage, and lips have been completely decomposed, and the facial muscles are twitching with an abnormal tendency to atrophy, and fungal tissue has filled the spaces between them.

It propped up its body with one hand. This simple movement showed the swelling muscles under the scaly mushroom layer, but it used a posture that was very different from other bodies and was in line with the usual habits of humans.

Something I had never thought of happened. Even though the same kind of creature only retained its skeleton and minimal muscles for one-time activities, it actually had a breathing system that was still functioning, filling the chest with air and mixing it with psychedelic-colored spores. Dust mist is sprayed out at high speed.

Kraft dragged Martin and Coop back, but a set of armor and the weight of the two severely slowed down their speed. They were unable to compare with the spread of the dust mist, and they couldn't get out of the envelope even with all their efforts.

At the last second before he lost consciousness, what echoed in his mind was the burning pain in his airway that disappeared, and the string of sounds that seemed to be human voices.

[It is conscious]

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It took about ten breaths before Martin felt his arm again.

It had been a while since he woke up. He didn't make any move or open his eyes, trying to remember how he ended up here.

The answer is there is no answer. There is only a sense of suffocation and sinking in the muddy thoughts, like chasing alone into the deep forest during a hunt, the way you came from is obscured by the vast forest mist and fallen leaves, and you forget what you are chasing.

Judging from experience, I may have fallen into a very deep trap. The fall was very long, but the feeling in the arm resting under my body was still there.

Continuing to pretend to sleep for a while, Martin was sure that he was not captured by the enemy digging a hole. As fine sense returns, the uncomfortable but reassuring press of hard armor lets the body know it is still protected, and there is no sense of restraint in the limbs.

He quietly brewed strength, opened his eyelids slightly, and observed the environment.

The almost nonexistent thin light traced some bulging outlines, and it was difficult to determine whether they were overlapping light spots or real entities. They fill the entire field of view, so many that the space is a bit crowded. They are neither masonry beams in the building nor branches of the forest trees.

Martin tried to turn over and found that the ground was unusually soft and slippery, making it difficult to put on the ground, and was covered with a thick layer of moss. When I touched it through my gloves, I could vaguely feel the soft plush texture.

Like a blanket magnified many times, but much thicker than that, so that the covered attachment surface cannot be touched.

It was a completely unfamiliar touch, and he couldn't find anything similar to it, especially since his intuition showed that it was a living thing that grew like a plant.

This feeling does not exist in the past knowledge, which makes the confusion of being lost worse.

His eyes couldn't help but open, adapting to the light, and the outlines that were both virtual and real became clear, showing him the rich colors that were mostly hidden in the dimness but could not be ignored.

It's not a virtual image of light spots, but real objects filling the surrounding area. My hand tried to wave them away, but I actually touched the outlines that became more real as my color vision returned, and they were closer than I imagined. The unstretchable crowding and the flexible touch on the hands were like falling into some huge cow stomach, with cilia brushing the chyme underneath.

He stood up quickly and distanced himself from the "large moss". These things brushed through the gaps in the armor and swayed slightly with a certain rhythm.

At this time, eyes that had completely adapted to the dark light finally saw those things clearly.

【Mushroom】

Mushrooms as huge as windmill millstones grew out of every gap, making the entire space lose its original appearance. The "moss" under your feet is a mushroom that covers the ground and sways in the wind. The light came from an arched window that was mostly covered by an umbrella canopy and hanging silk ribbons. That shape was the only familiar thing in this strange place.

A prayer room flower window. The clouds in his mind cleared a little, and memories poured down through this opening. Martin realized where he was. That church, that eye-catching box, and the warning exclamations coming from around me, and then the tugging and spewing dust mist.

By comparing the position of the arched window, he roughly found the direction of the exit, intending to leave this prayer room occupied by mushrooms as soon as possible. Every moment here feels twisted and weird, inexplicably similar to the appearance in the pagan's chest, except this time it is the organs of the building that are infected.

The carpet of bacteria on the ground muffled the sound of walking, and the sound of the collision of armor was amplified in the extreme silence. He subconsciously stopped and listened, unable to tell whether the sound he made was absorbed by the giant mushrooms all over the wall, or whether it was transmitted to a very distant place where no echo could return, and was heard by something growing in the fungus.

But Martin didn't want to take off his armor and lose the most important sense of security here. He chose to slow down his movements, taking small steps but still unable to avoid the noise, moving to the door, holding the loose metal door handle, and pushing it slightly.

The doorknob was dented along with a piece of rotten wood that had been hollowed out around it, and the clusters of mushrooms growing on the door surface were pulled down. This destroyed a certain precarious balance. The mottled patent leather on the door of the prayer room burst and cracked, and the entire door collapsed in front of the door. The texture of the falling crumbs was the same as dry bread that had absorbed moisture.

The collapsed fragments scattered together with the sound, and the main hall of the church appeared in front of you.

He did not return to the normal building as he thought. The larger space provided more room for the mushrooms to grow. They grow without restriction, and their tall handles are lignified and have the ability to support huge weight. The cap opens like an umbrella, and the protrusions on the surface harden and condense into lumps of dark material, like acorns on the tree crown, and the increasingly dense velvet on the ground is the grass of this forest of mushrooms. Dian.

If this is the case, it is not enough to shake the spirit that has been baptized by extraordinary encounters for many days. What really frightened him was that in the strip-shaped open space in the center of the mushroom forest, the thick mushrooms were knocked open and crushed, and the torn velvet carpet made it impossible to imagine the actions of its owner. traces of the way.

It is like several huge snake paths intersecting, leading from the open main door of the church to the pulpit.

On the pulpit, among the particularly lush surviving fungi, there were deep marks that seemed to have been licked by a long tongue with sharp teeth. Black-red residue, suspected to be dried blood, spattered in large areas, covering up the color of the countertop itself.

The association caused by the scene in front of me made my mind go blank, and my mind could not understand why the entire church became like this, and what was the thing that created the bacterial forest. He was stunned for a while, and when he realized that something more serious than a room or a church had been eroded, the fear that seemed to be from another world came too late.

No longer caring about whether it would make any noise, Martin turned around and rushed to the window of the prayer room. He opened the fungus and looked outside. The outlines of colorful mushrooms were all over the house and alleyways, higher than the eaves and treetops. It was impossible to bathe in them. It is the dim light of moonlight that thrives. The tallest parts, which may be "mature" and hardened, have black and red mineral-like particles condensed on the umbrella surface.

And the most terrifying idea was confirmed in the most direct way, a crazy and prosperous world-only mushrooms.

Another kind of light came into view, coming from the broad caps that replaced the forest outside the village. The mineral-like condensations on their surfaces lit up in patches, emitting a distant and misty red light. When some of them were extinguished, the adjacent ones lit up. The whole moves towards the church. There was a sound in the light field that could still be heard at this distance.

This light made the consciousness frozen in fear remember where exactly I had seen these things. It was roughly polished and then mounted on a metal base and hung on the chest of the pagan. And when it lights up, it only means one thing.

【Angel is coming】

Martin felt that he should have drawn his weapon or at least run away, but neither his body nor his mind responded. The spiritual pillar composed of shallow and unsteady faith and so-called honor seems to have bloomed the first plaque on the surface. Perhaps the thing described by the church has never existed, and those who died fighting for it cannot ascend to the existing heaven. .

In contrast, what the “Orthodox” see and display is more convincing. He personally experienced the path of the chosen ones in the holy scriptures, was guided by some kind of power to go on a pilgrimage, witnessed unimaginable "miracles", and finally stepped into another world, where their angels were walking toward those who met him. And the real other world and angels are by no means beautiful.

That is the fear beyond death, that everything that comforts death has been proven to be a lie, and that death may not be the end of pain. The cognition of faith collapsed, and the fear without even a specific object almost turned into a hysterical voice. He no longer considered hiding it because he could not find the possibility of escaping from such an unknown thing.

A hand stretched out from behind, covered his mouth forcefully, and used more force to knock him to the ground and away from the window.

"I remember I just said yesterday, don't yell, just find a place to hide quietly." A whisper rang in his ears, and Martin recognized it as Kraft's voice, "I knew no one would remember it."

"But that's too much. Walk around in armor, collapse a door, and come here later so I can see you singing an opera duet with that thing?"

The situation changed so quickly that Martin couldn't react in time. He was repeating in words what frightened him so much. He unconsciously changed the name of the pagan to "Orthodox, Angel."

"Don't leave this angel alone. It's just right, otherwise I wouldn't be able to find you. Now hurry up and take off this damn armor." Craft glanced out the window, and Martin couldn't see his face clearly. But it is certain that there is no panic in the voice, and the calmness seems to be conveyed through the voice contagiously.

Seeing that Martin's reaction was wrong, he personally began to unbuckle the armor. Thanks to the people who used my grandfather's armor before, the structure of this thing has not undergone any fundamental reform in decades, otherwise I would just be looking at the iron cans and hemp claws on the ground.

"Then what?" The knight asked blankly like a shelled crab, unable to understand what else the other party could do facing another world and "angels".

"Then try to figure out what this 'angel' is, find my followers, and finally go back." During the conversation, the knee pads had been removed first, and Kraft turned to the arm armor, "Don't ask me how to do it. If you still want to go back and drink honey beer, get moving quickly.”

A hope, or a command, makes the bewildered body move and participate in the dismantling work. It doesn't solve the underlying problem, but it at least gives a temporary goal, which is what's needed.

"Very well, let's go up there next."

"Why?"

"Because I've already searched down there." Before leaving, Kraft leaned against the window edge and observed the dim red light for the last time. It had already reached the edge of the village, and was hidden from sight under heavy cover.

It must be admitted that these mushrooms are so strong that it is scary, but they also provide great convenience for movement.

There is no need to worry about the sound of footsteps exposing yourself. The ubiquitous velvet-like carpet allows for bolder movements. As long as you don't touch the swollen wooden products, most of them have been crushed by their own weight. A few are like the door Martin just tried to open. It collapses when touched.

Their route was basically the same as during the search. Kraft even picked up a net of fire oil cans from the side of the pillar in the hall. Martin could not understand why it appeared in this world as if it corresponded, and how Kraft knew about it. Until they found Kupp silently behind the door in the living room upstairs. It seemed that he had been hiding there for a long time with a hammer. He finally confirmed that the master and servant definitely had relevant experience.

"what's next?"

"Next, let's go to the study." With a clear goal, Kraft went straight to the location of the study. When it comes to where the center of this disaster may be, the deep location of the body that can lift its upper body and is suspected of possessing sanity is undoubtedly the biggest suspect.

Facts have proved that his intuition may be correct. As he approaches that location, the mushrooms in the corridors become more and more prosperous, almost blocking the entire road. It is necessary to squeeze through the gaps between the giant mushrooms.

When we arrived, the flickering red light could already shine from the village houses to the sill of the large window, rippling on the ceiling with hanging mycelium.

Unlike the empty desktop in today's world, the desktop here is covered with old and new scratches left by repeated cleaning of mushrooms, as well as several scattered manuscripts. The paper and notes are quite familiar.

This time, Kraft carefully observed the surroundings and found nothing crouching on the side. He carefully lifted up the manuscripts that were not in good condition but were much better than those outside.

Their paper is the same as the one sandwiched in the holy book, and they also have tear marks on one side. It seems that they were roughly torn out of a certain book. The writing style is smooth and smooth, probably from a personal notebook, and the paragraphs are divided more casually. The shoulder width and height of successive letters are slightly different. It is not like writing them all at once, but recording them in multiple times.

[A research manuscript]

It records in detail that the author felt a strange "attention" after dreaming about the room where he fell asleep many times. The author, who is full of inquiring spirit, felt that this repeated phenomenon was a regular pattern that could be explored, and started his own record.

After that, most of them were descriptions of daily dreams, which gradually became more detailed and lengthy, expanding from one sentence to paragraphs, and even summarizing evaluation criteria such as time, dream insight, and awakening time.

At the same time, he tried to find people with similar situations to prove that it was not caused by his own mental disorder, but the results were very unsatisfactory. Those people either had inconsistent circumstances or were pretending to defraud him of his reward. They finally found a suspected case in another city and then inexplicably cut off correspondence.

He also invited friends to spend the night as guests, but they all said they had not experienced similar symptoms.

The record continues, in a paragraph starting on the second page, with a glaring new evaluation criterion added at the end.

【brightness】

White light, the white light that illuminates dim dreams.

Recommend the book "Abnormal Ways to Open an Apartment" by friends in the forum.

_(:3⌒)_

There are also group friends whose books are going to be tested next week, so let’s push them down together. It's called "Miss Witch, Please Respect Yourself", and the original title is "The Witch Tastes So Good"

(°Д°) (It’s hard to imagine the mental state of the group of friends)