Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"Mr. Craft, I understand that you need some down time to rest, but are you really sure that this is our destination today?"

"What, is there any problem?" Kraft changed into his regular clothes and enjoyed the rare fresh outdoor air. "It's reasonable to visit more historical sites in Dunlin on this rare occasion."

Kupu glanced at the wasteland that was half a man tall and covered in weeds. There were only a few visitors walking in a hurry, carrying earth-cutting and stone-cutting tools on their backs and carrying heavy objects wrapped in cloth strips. Does Dr. David know that you missed the clinic for a long time to visit the cemetery?"

"It's okay. I told him. If you're not sure, don't take action now. Just wait for me to deal with it." This is a small step for fishing, but also a big step for David to take on an important responsibility. If the latter performs well, it is entirely possible for the Society to add a peripheral member.

And Kraft has been working and teaching intensively for a whole week. If he hadn't mentioned it out of curiosity, he might have remembered his original intention and had to wait until next month.

They were in a rare open space in the suburbs, about half a city away from David Clinic, and further away in the old city where the university was located. The outward expansion of the city intentionally stopped at a certain limit, forming a huge gap around it. Even the streets did not connect with the broken paths in the grass.

The university's coachman was unwilling to get any closer after he was sent to the outside. He politely dissuaded the two guests from giving up their thoughts, saying that the souls of those who died of uncleanness could not be accepted anywhere and most of them were wandering here.

"I think you are probably someone who won't jump because of two bones. In fact, this is indeed an ancient monument. Look at our feet. It must be quite old."

Even though it is arched and cut into shapes by plant roots, it can still be seen that the scattered road surface is a structure paved with cut stones. When it is complete, it should be in better condition than the road in the city.

It is roughly underground and has surfaced on a corner of the rock. The traces of artificial trimming have finally been sectioned, and are as faded as natural creations. Only from the scattered piles and the same decadent roads, it can be seen that there were quite a few buildings here. group.

Just a few decades would not allow the soil to engulf a stone building of this scale. Most of it is a relic from an earlier era.

The special purpose made the local residents refuse to build new buildings on the foundations of the previous generation, and did not even use nearby stones. They subconsciously believed that these inanimate objects, which were the most stubborn and powerful, would also be affected by the invisible plague. Infect.

So these things just lie there until their original purpose is unknown.

The two found the entrance on a low stone wall of questionable practicality, and a hut made of leftover wooden boards. The most formal thing was the holy emblem that was not enshrined but hung outside the door.

The old tombkeeper with dry and disheveled hair sat on a wooden stool at the door, gnawing on a handful of fruits with more cores than flesh, and casually threw the cores into the sewer outlet nearby. Seeing two people who didn't look like they were here to engage in normal funeral matters, the only normal eye left became alert.

It seems that even the most hated places are still under the control of the church. The intensity of control may not be reliable, but at least it clearly reflects the idea that cemeteries are not illegal places.

That kind of gaze really made Kraft uncomfortable. Like the security guard at the school gate, he could distinguish teachers, students from his own school, students from other schools, or social idlers mixed in with his intuition formed by some kind of experience.

"Hello, we are with the people in front of you." Pointing to the group of people who just walked past, Kraft tried to get away with it.

The old man guarding the tomb moved a chair to the middle of the road and sat down, blocking the way. He didn't understand why the other party didn't just climb over the wall. "Except those who specialize in collecting corpses, even the relatives of the deceased may not follow them in. Are you?"

"Well, we are actually from the medical school. We hope to investigate the number of people who died of tuberculosis in Dunling. This may help improve our understanding of the local prevalence of this disease."

"Oh, that's right!" He blinked, even the pale one with cloudy pupils, showing a clear look, and then refused without hesitation for a second, "No."

"Why?"

The rusty shovel hit the ground heavily, showing the attitude of the tombkeeper - why?

Kraft realized that things were probably really difficult to explain, so he tried some communication methods that were easier to open up the understanding gap between people. “For the sake of Heavenly Father, I hope to be able to help these poor people after they die. Provide a little material help with the maintenance of the residence.”

"Do you know where that place is?"

Looking in the direction pointed by the finger covered with dust, one can see a spire not far away that is higher than the average level, clearly showing its identity. "Believe me, people from the Inquisition sometimes come here." Visit the nearby church.”

"I think six silver coins would be a good price."

"Sir, no matter where you come from, insulting my faith in Heavenly Father with silver coins is delusional." The old man glanced at the holy emblem hanging on the door of the shack. Perhaps in a position that particularly needs spiritual protection, it is naturally easier. Produce committed believers.

"I'm not talking about black silver coins."

“No way”

"Seven, this is enough for you to change to a new holy emblem handled by the priest. It is better than this thing." There is some inexplicable slight itching, like someone holding a hair strand to tease the hair on the back of the neck, which increases the hot flashes caused by the weather. Feeling irritated and wearing out his patience, Kraft instinctively wanted to end the negotiation and leave as soon as possible.

The hand holding the shovel loosened, and the tombkeeper felt that the chair surface seemed a little hot, "You are making it very difficult for me."

"If it doesn't work, I'll find another place."

"I don't want to see anyone blatantly carrying something out of the front door." Taking the small object with a pleasant metallic sound, he stood up, moved the chair and sat aside, "Also, did you bring any fire?"

This makes people a little suspicious that the other party's two eyes have lost function, and they can no longer distinguish between day and night. "Fire?"

"Forget it, just treat it as a bonus. If you don't dare to go down later, remember to come back." A blackened lantern was thrust into Kraft's hand, and the tombkeeper kindly helped light the fire without even asking. Must be returned.

Kraft didn't have any intention of lingering at the door. He thanked the other party for the free gift and quickly chased in the direction of the mourner, who had only his back left in front of him.

Inside the dispensable walls of the cemetery, the environment is basically the same as outside. There is no new soil turned up, burial objects exposed by rain erosion, high grassland and a few relics with hidden carving marks are still the theme here.

Obviously, it would be difficult to break ground here without discarding a few tools, and it would be impossible to accommodate a large number of victims of infectious diseases in the limited area.

Following the cleared path, their questions were quickly answered, and they understood the purpose of the tombkeeper's lantern.

A half-buried stone arch is embedded in the ground that is a mixture of earth and rocks. The deep feldspar spirals downwards to an inaccessible place. The light of footsteps disappears around the corner, and the tightly wrapped human figure disappears from the field of vision.

The reason why there is only one tombkeeper in such a large place has been found. This is not the cemetery itself, but the entrance.

The catacombs used to deal with countless dead in the past great plagues have not been abandoned with memory; on the contrary, its doors have never been closed for decades, playing the role of accommodating those rejected by the kingdom of heaven.

"Coop, let me confirm again, you are not afraid of bones, right?"

"I'm more afraid that when they are written on paper, they are scarier than when they move." Kupp patted the hammer hanging on his waist. If a moving skeleton appeared in front of him now, he felt that he should be able to follow it. It communicates learning results.

"Very good, you can go to the back with the lamp." Before stepping onto the stairs, Kraft looked back at the way he came from for the last time, frowning in confusion.

[I always feel uncomfortable]

He paused for a while, trying to identify the source of the discomfort, but found nothing, and the feeling disappeared at some point.

"Mr. Craft, is that something?"

"No, it doesn't look like it. Maybe it's just a sign of cervical spondylosis. Let's go down."