Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"This doesn't look like what we're looking for."

After a long time, like water smoothing the edges of masonry, someone in the team made a sound, which was dispersed by the sound of water echoing in the space.

Before setting off, everyone had seen the rubbings on display. They were hexagons no wider than the width of a palm. They were flattened into old book pages in clusters, containing strange and difficult-to-date lines.

Probably only the most sensitive people would associate it with undiscovered paganism and the activities of medical schools.

Green is such a person. Sometimes he has an amazing intuition and can find the key in a large amount of dizzying information, like a heron's sharp beak pecking a swimming fish that blends into the water's scales.

Facts have proved that most of the time this is not the delusional reasoning of those who are paranoid, obsessive-compulsive, and eager for promotion, but a God-given talent.

Because of this, a person with no background can earn a place for himself within the important institutions of the church.

The monks were willing to obey his orders, after all, even the sailors knew to board the boat that caught the most fish. As long as you do some physical work, you can probably get a guaranteed profit.

According to past routines, there is a chance that they will find a group of pagan symbols hidden underground and find the gathering place.

What they saw was far beyond their expectations. No one could have imagined that there was a space comparable to the main hall of a church buried under Dunling. A large number of tunnels leading here turned the water into a waterfall and plunged into a deep hexagonal well that roared loudly. .

People who followed the guidance of herons in the muddy water of the shallows, hoping to find a small fish, fished out the scales that could not be grasped by the fingers of both hands.

"I ask again, is this a sewer?"

"Whether it was built for that purpose or not, it is now anyway." Green was speechless for a moment, but quickly calmed down, "A particularly large relic, but this time it is complete."

His attitude brought a lot of comfort to the team. No matter who built these things, they should have disappeared into the vast river of time long ago without leaving their names.

"What we should worry about most is where we're going."

The passage that led them here was just one of many openings of its kind. No matter how keen Green is, he is not like a web-weaving spider who can accurately sense where his prey is on the thread.

"Did you see any signs of activity as you walked around?"

"No, or there are no traces obvious enough to attract attention." Kraft said matter-of-factly. He paid more attention to the underground structure itself and the split grooves radiating from the central hexagonal well.

Only the rocks here are constant, and the rest of the silt, moss, or traces of the past will be washed away by the water flow.

Even the rocks themselves are not unchanged. The edges of some cracks are slightly blunt, and the stone seams are loose and moss-covered. Others have sharp edges, so that they feel somewhat...new?

Their haphazard distribution also does not fit well with the symmetrically regular, concentrically nested overall layout, appearing as a latecomer rather than included in the design.

"Then there's only one way."

"What?" Kraft continued to wonder about the environment. Everything in the scene is inconsistent with common sense and confusing.

"Look for them all."

"This is... too exaggerated." Even the person with the strongest will cannot make such a decisive decision. "Let's search carefully first. If they come often, they will still leave traces."

"We can't go through all these passages."

"No, we can. Of course, the premise is that the direction cannot be determined clearly." Green's tone was not joking and ironic, he was really thinking about the possibility of this method.

"The space in the passage is large enough. We just need to go back a little and build a transit rest camp. It will be much more convenient."

"Camp in the sewers?"

"Sometimes those guys hiding in the sewers will use a certain section as a stronghold. In that case, we can do it too." Based on past experience in arrests, these underground spaces are not closed environments, and long-term stays are entirely feasible.

People can save a lot of time traveling back and forth and return to the transfer station to rest and replenish lighting before continuing to explore.

There are dozens of passages in total, opening into this underground space of unknown purpose. The time they will spend here will not be short, and the possibility of going deeper cannot be ruled out. Obviously, it is impossible to start from the ground again and again.

After pausing for a moment to make a simple estimate, he became more and more certain of this idea, "It will take about thirty more people, and it will take quite a while. To be safe, it will take at least a few days. If we are lucky, we won't have to search everything."

"It sounds bad. Have you ever considered rain? This is not a place near the surface. No one knows how much water will gather here, and the flow rate will be very fast." Not only the water volume problem, but also due to various reasons Thinking about it, Kraft was quite reluctant to stay in this environment for a long time.

Especially when you think about being in a ruins whose function, scale, and age are unknown. Its scale is beyond human reach, and it has not left any trace in the records.

This made him feel that the more he walked in the darkness, the farther away he was from the familiar world, drifting along the waterway into the tributary that had been hidden in history, and repeating the mistakes of the lost.

Their distinctive hexagonal-style creations have survived to this day, but they themselves are missing.

Even though it has been used as a sewer for hundreds of thousands of years, it cannot erase the weird atmosphere that fills the hollow. It is as if the ghosts who built this place are still lingering in the long dark corridor, silently examining the living.

"It doesn't look like it will rain recently. But you are right, we should arrange for people to pay attention to the weather up there. There is no place to fix here, and the rapids will directly wash people away."

"I think we should retreat further, to the place where we came in. It's best to retreat to the tomb behind the rock crevice." Kraft suggested, "If it's too close to the hall, I'll call it 'the hall'. Any passing by Everyone can detect the sound and fire in the passage."

Pushing the temporary site back would mean traveling a long way each round trip and lengthening the search time, but he felt it was necessary.

Green nodded in agreement. More than half of the torch oil prepared in advance had been consumed in the previous search, and the team returned the same way. They realized that the matter could not be solved in a short time, and they were afraid that they would have to work in a place where they could not see the sun for a long time.

Fortunately, the priest's ability and reputation were enough to convince the public, or the monks were really willing to sacrifice personal comfort in order to break pagan superstition and punish lawlessness to demonstrate their devotion to the Lord. This literal dirty work was carried out.

The team withdrew from the sewers and used the remaining time to complete preparations for the advance.

First, Father Green, who had gained something, mobilized more people, and a trusted "colleague" was added to the tombkeeper.

Although Kraft was very skeptical about the level of confidentiality, the people in the Inquisition still did some cover-up work. Logistics materials were placed in the coffin and the people entered the cemetery in batches.

The corridor was cleared and guide signs were placed; the dumped bones were put aside.

Then they emptied the tomb that was connected to the sewer, moved a bunch of bones and burial objects to other places, and rearranged them. They picked out the fragments of clay pots stained with honey and looked for clues such as engraved codes on them. Of course, In the end nothing was found.

After discovering that the small tomb converted from half a stone chamber was too crowded, someone suggested that the adjacent stone chamber be vacated and used for temporary storage of flammable materials and stacking of waste, which was quickly implemented.

The monks drew a schematic diagram of the location of the door openings around the hexagonal hall based on Kraft's description, and began to allocate the exploration range and estimate the return feedback time.

In this regard, they showed rare professionalism. Kraft felt a little relieved at the same time as he was a little uncomfortable with it.

"My people are very good and have corresponding experience." Green extinguished an extra oil lamp and walked to Kraft's side. "Then I just need to leave the matter to them and leave the luck to the Lord's arrangement."

Wadin gave them a church salute and led a team through the gap. The sound of splashing boots could be heard from the opposite side, and the bright firelight faded away in the dampness.

"Would you like to come with us?" It should be a blessing to be able to proceed with the search as planned for the first time and to have enough manpower, but Kraft soon felt a little idle when he was free.

Looking down at the sketch, Green was like a wolf observing the footprints of its prey. He subconsciously licked his wet and dry lips. Since entering the tomb, he had not once thought of grabbing the water bag next to him.

"Someone has to be here to make decisions and be in the right place at the right time."

It can be seen that this dedicated priest has fully entered into the working state, and his serious enthusiasm for his faith and duties surges within the restraint of calm reason.

"As I said before, all we need now is time. You can go back to the clinic first. I will send someone to notify you at any time if there is any news."

Kraft clearly sensed something was wrong, "No, I don't want the next time I hear the news to be that you have made some decision that I don't know about."

This sounds like he wants to leave his collaborators and go it alone. He believes that Green can do this kind of thing - if he had more than 30 people in his hands and the logistics behind him, he would do it himself immediately. .

"This matter will not be solved so easily, I have a hunch. Don't forget the pattern on the rubbing. We haven't found any signs of engraving yet." Kraft felt it was necessary to remind him.

Following the clues seems to have yielded a lot, but there are too many things that have not been confirmed. And everything in that hall contains many obvious or unrealized flaws.

"I have a suggestion that I hope will be taken seriously."

"OK."

"No, what I want is a guarantee, one that is credible enough." Kraft emphasized his attitude.

Green's eyes moved away from the sketch. He had never heard this tone from the professor before.

He became serious, and considering that the other party's style would not propose anything that was impossible or embarrassing for both parties, he hesitated for a moment and agreed:

“In the name of Heavenly Father—as long as what you say makes sense.”

"Very well, tell your people not to think of this as a way to clean up street gangs. Be prepared to fight the devil. Also, it's best to use a crossbow from a distance."

"We'll be ready." Green doesn't understand why that needs to be mentioned specifically, but it doesn't hurt.

"Very good, I will come tomorrow." Kraft stared into Green's eyes to confirm that his meaning was conveyed properly.

Before leaving, he thought of the hall again, and a little doubt became clear.

"By the way, if you go to the sewers often, I have something to ask. Can moss grow in a place without light?"

"Is that okay? Shouldn't moss grow in dark places?"

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