Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

The next day, Kraft spent half a day in jail with David in the consulting room as scheduled, which included high-intensity labor.

This is a job that requires long-term concentration and has no end in sight; it is a ruthless grind of patience and energy, and the best breeding ground for irritability and exhaustion.

The general process is to sit in a small room, and let one, two, or several people in every time the door is opened. Ask the same questions in the same tone, summarize the subjective narrative into concise, logical and descriptive terms, and form a paper record archive.

From time to time, patients and family members need to be interrupted to pull the conversation back from the unfinished direction.

Some dialects and slang make communication even more difficult. It often happens that the patient's family members talk for a long time anxiously, but the listeners just feel like they are in a foreign country. It took David to step in and "translate" before he could continue.

Kraft's statements are also difficult to understand accurately, and even simple instructions to ask the person to sit down and lie down often need to be repeated once or twice. When this detail is repeated enough times, a visceral annoyance begins to grow with each repetition.

None of them are big obstacles, but when accumulated gradually, the entire process cannot run smoothly step by step like an assembly line. Instead, it is prolonged by all kinds of unexpected small bumps, and the efficiency is visible to the naked eye.

Whenever I look outside when the clinic opens the door, I will find that the number of people has no tendency to decrease, but is increasing as the sun rises.

At the current speed, it is impossible to receive more than fifty in a day. This is assuming that Kraft can sit from dawn without eating or drinking, with his buttocks glued to the chair until dusk.

Obviously this was impossible, Kraft couldn't really stay glued to the chair all day, and various pressing matters would burn him off the chair.

There are still many patients in the temporary ward who were confirmed to be indicative of artificial pneumothorax last night. Giving them to David will only cause more and more patients to accumulate, and they must be dealt with before they are filled again.

He began to feel lucky that most of them had been screened out last night. Even so, there were still a dozen more that needed to be dealt with.

Two sets of equipment, one used and one sterilized at the maximum speed, still used up the lunch break and half of the afternoon, half of which was used to review the original versions of medical records.

Even after a secondary processing step of sorting and modifying, the finished product is quite difficult to evaluate.

To put it mildly, on average, one out of every three medical records here creates a new term. At least half of them completely subvert the contents of one or two volumes of "The Structure of the Human Body", and a small number of them have the ability to reproduce traditional skills in the medical field—— The potential to enter the literary world.

It's either too complicated or too simple, and there are some common sense errors.

It's not entirely David's fault. After all, the quality of the first-hand information he received was worrying, and he couldn't change anything in a hurry.

Kraft silently circled those places and found a drawer that was not easy to find and put them away, so that the lecturer Willen who came to visit one day would not look through them and have the idea of ​​revoking someone's degree certificate.

After finishing the work at hand, he glanced into the consulting room. David was drowning in the afternoon heat and crowds.

Newly retained patients began to fill the newly vacated beds, and assistants and apprentices shuttled between them.

Kraft himself successfully escaped from the clinic, changed his clothes and climbed out of the backyard fence, taking advantage of the last period of daylight to check on Father Green's situation.

The weather is not bad, so we must be doing troubleshooting in the tunnels that extend in all directions.

Happily, the Tribunal has not gotten rid of his partner's attempt to go it alone, and a sentry disguised as a vigilant guard at the entrance of the cemetery allows him to enter by swiping his face.

Kraft tried to talk to him, but the man said he didn't understand the situation below. He was only responsible for standing guard here, monitoring the weather conditions, and performing his normal duties as a tomb keeper, stopping people who obviously didn't look like they were just here to mourn.

It seems that there are no discoveries worth mentioning down there, otherwise someone should have come forward to report it.

After trying to save some energy but failed, Kraft decided to go down in person to see the situation and interview the commander.

The sense of voyeurism that followed them all the way last night, and the malice contained in it, made it difficult for him not to suspect that someone or something else had noticed their big move.

This was something that had been expected for a long time, but he didn't expect it to come so early, and in this form, which seemed to indicate that this drainage system was not as empty as seen, but seemed to be inverted and reflected under the dust. The urban context can be exploited by those who are willing to do so.

If it weren't for the misunderstanding of the synaesthetic signals from the spiritual senses, similar signs might be found on Green's side.

In line with the self-comfort mentality that he should exercise more after sitting for a long time, and with a responsible attitude towards killing and burying people, he still complained and walked towards the temporary camp along the route he knew well.

One day brought no noticeable changes to the camp, except for a few extra crosses on the sketch.

The empty coffin, which had been used as a box to carry supplies, was reused as a temporary table. The principal of the court sat on the ground without any appearance, resting with his elbow on the coffin board.

Next to it were a few notes with extremely straight handwriting, as if the script of the handwritten scripture had been scaled onto it.

A group of monks who had just returned from the sewers were sitting against the wall to dry their boots, reciting inaudible scriptures in a low voice. When they heard someone enter, they opened their eyes alertly. After confirming that nothing happened, they continued to close their eyes and rest, seizing the time to regain their strength and wait for the rotation. .

Kraft wanted to pick up the records directly from the table and read through them. Considering that the relationship between the two parties was not familiar enough, he decided to button the coffin board first for the sake of politeness and make a buzzing sound to wake up Green.

The priest straightened up and observed his surroundings keenly, looking for the source of the vibration that woke him up. After discovering that it was Kraft, he yawned helplessly. He was surprised that this curious professor actually came to report.

Without saying anything else, he just shook his head, picked up the pieces of paper and handed them out.

The records of small paragraphs are separated by corresponding numbers, and the names of the dictators are also marked, although it is difficult to say what they can remember clearly after going through so many similar passages.

Compared with the simplified diagram, the search is carried out from the current channel to both sides, and there are two teams operating outside at the same time, expanding the boundaries of the known range. There is always at least one team resting in camp waiting to be rotated.

The feedback content is similar. These tunnels leading to the hall are all made of similar masonry, and sometimes there are niches sunk into the sides. Nothing useful has ever been found inside.

They repeatedly reinforce an understanding that already exists in everyone's mind. These are by no means structures for sewers, but rather like underground paths for transportation, leaving space for pause and intersection beside them.

After walking far enough, the passage branched out as expected, branching like tree branches, and then branching off again after walking a while.

Some of them had reached a distance where lighting could no longer be maintained, and the team had no choice but to turn around and return; others had collapsed and were impassable, with only water flowing through gaps in the rocks.

For a building that can be called a ruin, this level of damage is normal, but every time they encounter it, the explorers always experience unexplainable abnormalities, and subconsciously feel that the pillarless hall can be maintained intact until Today's engineering technology should not be destroyed by nature so easily.

As the exploration area expanded, it was found that the number of blocked passages was increasing. The masonry that separated from the cave wall became more voluminous and lay across the passage. The monks claimed to have found ancient chisel marks in the cross section that looked like man-made ones.

A monk who was somewhat interested in this matter uncertainly suggested that these chiseling marks were similar to the construction marks on some ruins close to the birth of the kingdom, and were special marks left by the immature stone cutting technology at that time.

The conclusion drawn was external sabotage, as if there was some will not hesitate to brutally destroy these engineering marvels, preventing others from following the passages to enter the place, or vice versa.

However, this is actually a good thing for the team's exploration. The pagans cannot get through the sections of road that they cannot pass, so they can just use horizontal lines to mark them.

However, those passages that were difficult to trace due to distance restrictions or numerous branches gave them a headache for a while, so they could only give up temporarily and become the end of the tree diagram extending from the dotted line on the map.

"Apart from these dead ends and endless bifurcations, have you found nothing else?" Kraft asked. He was more concerned about whether there were anything moving, "Being tracked, fresh traces of activity?"

"No, almost nothing was found. The search area is not large enough. This will take time, more time." Green shook out the map, centered on the hall, and spread out the sea anemone's hair in the direction that had been explored, almost touching the paper. Edge, "But I think they're nearby, maybe it would be easier to change tactics."

"Why do you say that?"

"A group of people told me that on the way back and approaching the hall, they felt something bright in front of them, but when they arrived at the entrance of the cave, they didn't see anything." A number was circled on the map.

"Someone probably happened to pass by this cave entrance. I think that was the closest we were to finding those guys. I plan to have a few people squat in the hall without lighting a fire, so that they will be seen next time they pass by. "