Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"What are these?" Kraft frowned. This scene was really not friendly to obsessive-compulsive disorder.

If you say he didn't clean it up, then he still tidied it up a little; if you said he did it, there's no difference between it and not. The chaotic scene at the table reminded him of the scattered pages of books his grandfather bought, which can cause a huge mental impact on people if they are not marked with page numbers.

"Oh, speaking of this, you came just in time. This is an experimental record of more than ten days, but it was messed up. I am sorting it out." Lucius picked up a page from it and handed it to Kraft, " Professor Kalman is a good instructor, and it would be better if he didn’t leave things lying around.”

Kraft took the piece of paper in his hand. If you look closely, the handwriting on it does look very similar to the letter. The letter strokes and tilt angles used by writers are also well reflected here, and a few decorative strokes were not forgotten during the hurried experimentation process.

The font is clear and the content is blurry.

There were a few lines of unknown words written on this record that had no beginning or end. All I knew was that it corresponded to the water given to several mice in different cups, and it was only numbered, with no specific content. Scattered abbreviations were left under each line, and Kraft guessed it was probably the ending of the mouse or something like that.

Kraft didn't know the professor's shorthand habits, and he couldn't guess what word it was simplified and pieced together, or it might be a new word that the professor had just coined.

He turned over the paper and found no corresponding explanation, nor the date and number of the experiment. He could only hand it back to Lucius and asked: "What do these words mean? I'm not familiar with the professor's writing method."

"It's a pity that this is the problem. I don't know it, so I want you to help me." Lucius glanced at it and threw the paper into a neat pile. This pile was not neatly sorted. , but simply don’t understand and give up on sorting it out. The mess looked far worse than Craft had expected.

"I mean, is there such a possibility that Professor Kalman is your mentor, not mine?" Kraft took the initiative to pick up another one from the table and took a look. It seemed to be an animal. part of the bones and muscles. He didn't know much about this aspect. At most, he could tell that it was not human.

Combined with the previous picture, if there is a connection between the two, maybe it is the structure of a mouse? I don’t know where the professor found the mice for the experiment. Nowadays, it seems that no one keeps the kind of white mice that they are familiar with. The professor refers to ordinary mice. I don’t know if they have been cleaned after being caught.

If not, you'd better wash your hands after touching these experimental records.

"It wasn't like this before. Recently, my mentor has been too obsessed with the research of black liquid. He doesn't care whether I, the organizer, can understand what he writes." Lucius also resented this, "And these I wasn’t involved in all of them, most of them couldn’t even remember when they were done, and the instructor rushed to Dunling before he could explain clearly.”

"Stop, you mean, these are the experimental records about black liquid?" Kraft's hand shook, and the words he had guessed before, such as heavy metal and neurotoxicity, were scrolling in his mind. What he wrote after the two living treasures came into contact without protection was held in his hand.

"Yes." Lucius said matter-of-factly, quite surprised that Kraft only realized it now.

"Then you brought these experimental records here without any cover-up? Aren't you afraid that someone would come in and see it?"

Kraft was a little numb. When he first saw the letter, he thought it was a high-end experiment on some mysterious substance. In the stereotype of alien souls, this kind of experiment should be a group of people wearing chemical protective suits and masks, operating in a high-end laboratory like the Umbrella Company.

Then such dangerous and sophisticated things and relevant information should be locked in a safe that can't be found at all. When you want to take it out, you have to go through at least three large iron doors, go to at least three floors underground, and then press the button in the secret room. The mysterious little button will work.

It's an exaggeration to say this, but even if the conditions are limited, it's not like you can just take the confidential documents directly to the office for sorting, right? What if some ignorant person breaks in and takes a look? Have you really never thought about this possibility or what?

"That's not the case... usually no one comes here. Everyone knows that the professor has left to do some work." Lucius collected the remaining papers on the table, and his completely unconcerned expression made Kraft nervous about neurotoxicity. Suspicion has once again been raised to a new level.

"Since you don't understand, just put it away first, put it in a place where it is absolutely impossible for others to find it, and lock it up." Kraft stacked the drawing in his hand on top, feeling as if he had unintentionally been robbed by a thief. Boat. Since the professor's cleaning up job is a mess, someone has to clean up his behind.

The top priority now is to find a place to hide this pile of records that should not appear here. For example, the secret laboratory the professor mentioned in the letter would be good - although it is not very secret, it is better than exposing it directly. It's much better here.

I can only hope that the place is not too conspicuous and that there is another lock.

Not being able to read the records has now become a blessing among misfortunes. Even if someone does see these things, it is unlikely that they will easily realize what experiments the professor is doing.

"Also, you just said that the laboratory is in the medical school? Are there samples also in it?" Watching Lucius put the test records into an ordinary wooden box, Craft realized that other The storage environment of the things is definitely not much better, "How on earth were those samples stored?"

"Glass bottle, didn't you just say that?" Lucius closed the lid and banged the raised edge twice to seal it tightly.

The action is more like Kraft's dealing with the old TV at home as a child, beating something in some rough and effective way until it yields and functions properly.

"Hiss~" someone took a breath, "I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about other preservation measures besides glass bottles?" He should have thought of this a long time ago. That laboratory is not safe at all. The place. I don’t know if there is something volatile that can be effective in a very small dose, but it is also placed in a basement with poor ventilation? !

Kraft's brain started to spin rapidly. This seemed to be no longer a simple lack of safety awareness.

Although one or two things were lacking, he could still make up his own mind and conclude that the level of scientific development in this world was too low, and there was no systematic set of experimental regulations. But as I stepped into this office, the strange bits and pieces began to increase, and by now they had accumulated to a level that was impossible to ignore.

A professor shouldn't be like this. When he first came to the academy, he had to ask vague questions about almost semi-confirmed matters such as human anatomy. The day before, he was even given "Human Structure" as a preparation. Kalman is a scholar, and it is true that he is not very defensive about his peers. This is true, but he is by no means ignorant of the world's sophistication and awareness of precautions.

How could such a person do such a thing as go to Dunling without explaining clearly? You forgot to hide your notes, and you forgot to explain your newly coined acronym to Lucius?

Well, Kraft can step back and temporarily believe that Professor Kalman was blinded by the huge surprise. The professor is not young. He can see the difficulties that have troubled the academic world for decades being overcome in his lifetime. It is not that he cannot forcefully explain it.

Let's talk about Lucius. He is a relatively outgoing person, sometimes a bit lacking in intelligence, but he is not a fool either.

Even without the professor's instructions, it was too unreasonable for him to leave so many experimental record manuscripts in a room where someone could push the door in at any time.

Yes, it can be explained that it is difficult to see what these contents mean, and objectively speaking, there is no big fault. The medical school is the home base of Professor Kalman and Lucius, so there is nothing wrong with this.

Then there’s the almost reckless experimental approach. The two took the risk and drank the diluted sample without completely clarifying the nature of the black liquor and without fundamentally confirming that it was "black liquor".

You must know that the macho man who swallowed Helicobacter pylori raw did so when no one believed him, and at most he would suffer from chronic gastritis and gastric ulcer after eating it. Why did the professor and Lucius do this? Are they sure that there is nothing wrong with such a heavily diluted sample?

They took turns drinking it, taking turns falling unconscious for a day, and then directly attached this to the theory of body fluids.

It's very reasonable. Based on the theory of body fluids, Lucius found a way that a small amount of black liquid would not affect the balance of the human body in the long term.

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It was so strange that there seemed to be an explanation upon closer inspection, but Kraft instinctively felt that something was wrong. The light was obviously not bad, but a cold and eerie atmosphere that only he could detect had filled the room, a strangeness with a subtle sense of familiarity.

"Go and put out the small stove that boils water." Kraft reached out and snatched the box from Lucius's hand. He opened the lid again amidst the surprise on Lucius's face and took out the papers inside one by one. He took it out again and spread it on the table.

A large number of records soon covered the table. Kraft put two barley cups into Lucius's hands and asked him to hold them, leaving more space on the table.

After unfolding without overlapping, the desktop can no longer accommodate so much paper. More records were spread out on the floor, all the way to the wall. He walked quickly to the window and opened it completely, letting more sunlight into the room so that he could examine them thoroughly.

After being completely spread out, you will find that these records are much more than you imagined. Only half a wooden box contains experimental records, which can be placed even if they are all piled up on the table. In fact, it can cover an area nearly three times the size of the table, basically occupying the area in the room that can be exposed to direct sunlight.

"Can I help you?" Lucius stood beside him with two teacups in his hands, like a poor student who had just been kicked out of class after class, and Kraft could no longer care about him at this moment.

Craft circled the paper on the floor several times. Records that showed no pattern at all when huddled together revealed clues when unfolded. Based on my understanding of writing in this font, even if there are no page numbers or dates, these records can still be roughly divided into several categories.