Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"No, I think this is impossible." Lucius took a step back and shifted his gaze, "My mentor is one of the best doctors I know. Whether it is technology or moral character, this is definitely not what he can do. matter."

This is not a logical question. It's far more complicated for Lucius than admitting a possibility, and he will remain firmly in the opposition until there is direct evidence.

"Even if he looks obviously abnormal?"

"It may be that the black liquid was stolen after being taken out. We think that the black liquid caused the problem is just a guess, isn't it?" Fortunately, Kraft's status in his mind is not low, and the current medical science Only the leader of the hospital made Lucius willing to talk.

If someone dared to blatantly express suspicion that the professor was poisoning in front of Lucius, even if that person was carrying a sword, Lucius would go up and punch him twice.

"Someone steals a very small amount of liquid with unknown effects, takes it to the most unconcerned place in the city, and pours it into the water to cause a large-scale poisoning incident?" Kraft crossed his arms to make himself look less powerful. Aggression, "Which of these two statements do you think is more likely?"

Emotionally speaking, he didn't want this to be the case, but for now, the professor was undoubtedly the most suspicious.

As the only three people in Wendeng Port who knew about the existence of black liquid, and his extremely abnormal behavior, people wanted to rush to Dunling to confront him face to face.

But this inference is indeed missing an important part. If it was really the professor who did it, then why did he do it? Lucius could never be convinced, and Kraft himself could never be fully convinced without resolving this issue.

Whether it’s a professor or someone else, there must be a motive.

Even if you are mentally ill, you still have to have a motive for doing things. Bringing the black liquor to the salt tide area and finding a water source to put it in was obviously a decision made after careful consideration and not something that could be done on a whim.

Kraft had reason to suspect that the person had foreseen such a result and knew the special effects of the gathering of contacts, so he did so.

In salt tide areas, the population is relatively dense, the water resources are less, and most importantly, no one cares about them. It can maximize the effect of positive feedback where the scope and number of people promote each other.

Using a very small amount of black liquid, the effect of worsening conditions in a large area was achieved. It's so deliberate and sinister that it's hard to imagine.

"Now is not the time to discuss this. Who did it can be discussed later when we have time. We must curb this trend."

It's useless to think about the suspect now. Craft hopes to get this damn large-scale anomaly under control.

This abnormal "domain" is causing the conditions of those who come into contact with it to continue to deteriorate. From the earliest time to wake up a little later, it has gradually developed to the point where they can only wake up after noon now. Don’t think about the next step, afternoon, evening, until night.

Eventually everyone here is dragged into eternal sleep to keep company with the wandering malevolent beings. Kraft didn't know what it wanted to do, and it couldn't be anything good.

"If it is a water source problem, how about changing the water source?" Now that the source has been found, Lucius feels that it is not difficult to solve it. "We directly tell them that the water is poisonous. They will walk more walks to fetch water every day. After a while, they should That’s it.”

"Well... there is a way, although it will be really troublesome. But I don't think it will be that simple." Kraft closed his eyes and felt the strange aura surrounding him. He had to find another way to express to Lucius what he felt.

"Lucius, do you think it's too much to just rely on the black liquid that the professor took away and pour it into the well water to cause the long-term deterioration of so many people's conditions?"

"So I'm not sure it's caused by black liquid. Why do you suddenly start supporting the theory that black liquid causes disease?" Lucius didn't understand Kraft's worries. He regarded black liquid as a simple poison and stopped taking pictures. Adding water mixed with black liquor is definitely effective.

Kraft expressed his thoughts, "I think they should be allowed to leave this area for a while. The more dispersed the better, it is best to leave Wendeng Port."

This statement was immediately criticized by Lucius. Following Liston during this period, he has deeply realized one thing: in the salt tide area, due to limited economic conditions, any major changes are not feasible.

“They have nowhere to go and no way to get out of work, which will kill them faster than if nothing stays the same.”

"Alas..." Kraft lifted the bucket, and the sigh count increased by one again this week. The socio-economic factors are really annoying, "That's it, let's take the bucket back to the academy first, find some animals to try, and come back here tomorrow morning. Guard and tell them it’s a water problem.”

"Oh, I almost forgot about this." Before leaving, he picked out two silver coins from his wallet and threw them into the crack. It should be enough for the family to repair the house. "Remind me to go to Bradford on the way back." Home, let’s let him live somewhere else for a while and try the two options together.”

…

…

Kraft returned to the hotel exhausted, he didn't even order his favorite grilled fish, and just had a few slices of bread for dinner. Go back to your room and light a candle.

A whole day of research makes people physically and mentally exhausted, especially when they think that there is more work to be done, which may not be useful yet, and the future is even more bleak.

A huge man-made abnormal phenomenon "domain" was created in Wendeng Port, but he has not yet found the motive of the person.

The professor's serious doubts made him particularly uneasy. A knowledgeable person with evil thoughts can cause far more damage than an average person.

He couldn't continue discussing this with Lucius, so he could only think by himself, if he was a professor, what would be the reason for him to do such a crazy move?

At this stage of Kalman's life, he no longer has any desire for worldly things. The common reasons for ordinary people to do evil - money and power have no meaning to such an old professor.

He was in good financial condition and essentially managed the entire Wendengang Medical College, but he never showed enthusiasm for either of these things. His material life was no different from that of an ordinary student.

If there is anything I care about, it is academic development. Kalman and Kraft were both people who wanted to promote the advancement of medical technology in this underworld social environment. They came to Wendeng Port for this reason and stayed here for half their lives.

So what does Kalman want to gain from this move? This excellent location choice was designed only after knowing the generation mechanism of this positive feedback "domain".

At the level of a professor, most likely he doesn’t want to see a group of people exhibit the known drowsy effect, so...

【There will be new changes】

Kraft figured this out. The continuous increase in sleep time was a quantitative change. The professor was probably waiting for a qualitative change, and he had enough time to wait for him to come back from Dunling to accept the results.

Of course, this inference is based on the premise that the initiator is indeed the professor.

Taking off his black robe and throwing himself on the bed, Kraft pressed his temples and felt his whole head hurt.

This kind of headache occurs frequently when you are overworked and irritable, and it affects half of your face from your temples to your eyes and even your gums. Both the former body of the alien soul and the body in this world suffered from this headache.

He closed his eyes, stopped thinking, and let his mind empty for a while. According to his own diagnosis, it is estimated to be trigeminal neuralgia. This kind of ailment is quite troublesome, with complex pathogenic mechanisms and recurring attacks. He has to rely on himself to rest and relieve himself.

Considering the high mental pressure and busy schedule during this period, headaches are inevitable.

In the darkness, I don't know how long it took, the pain gradually eased, my spirit drifted in a rare relief, and sleep came over me.

Moments before falling asleep, Kraft stopped himself. It was still early, so he had to do something before going to bed. At least he had to make up for the "Human Structure" lesson plan, and leave it to Liston to help him attend class tomorrow, otherwise he would have to make up for the missed lessons by himself in the end.

The doubly stressful feeling of work in the future forced me to open my eyes and return to the head-aching reality.

It felt like I had only been lying there for a short while, but the candles on the table had been extinguished and the room was plunged into darkness. There is a ray of moonlight on the ground, leaking through the gap in the window, white and soft.

The pain still remained, shrinking from occupying half of his skull to three points. Every pulse of blood vessels made him feel that his eyeballs were being compressed. The left pterion point felt like someone was tapping the bone with a small hammer from the inside out. The junction is synchronized with the swelling and pain of the back molars.

His consciousness became chaotic during the long torture, and he couldn't see clearly the furnishings in the dim room.

Kraft sat on the edge of the bed, took out a flat black square from his pocket, pressed the bump on the side, and the light suddenly came on, and his eyes were pierced until they could only open a thin line.

He turned the luminous surface around, barely illuminating a distance of two steps. When he stood up, he could only illuminate a small area under his feet, which was not helpful.

His brain was groggy, as if he hadn't woken up from his resting state. Kraft groped for a few steps in the darkness. His eyes had not yet completed the transition from light to dark, and the outlines of objects were blurred.

He lost his patience, held the things in his hands and walked towards the window, wanting to open the window directly and let the moonlight in.

Following his usual feeling, his hand pressed on the wooden frame, looking for the wooden bolt holding the window, but he couldn't find it three times in a row.

The hard touch in the other hand reminded him that there was something to illuminate. Press the bump on the flat square object again, and a white light lights up in front of you.

Craft stared at the square, white source of light and decided it couldn't be that simple. He stretched out his finger and slid it carefully, waiting for feedback, even forgetting to open the window.

There is no response to the white light source.

The irritability is increasing, and his instinct tells him that something must be wrong. The object in his hand must give information, information that his life cannot be without.

The alien part of his soul fell into an inexplicable mania, while the local part began to mobilize rational thinking. He felt an inexplicable sense of dissonance.

Just like when you are admiring the sunrise in front of the window, there is a stubborn black spot in your field of vision, which is like a mosquito on a painting, moving on it as if it is clinging to a flat surface. Once you notice it, you realize that the view before you is really just a flat surface.

【A realistic picture】

More attention was directed to the flat square in the hand that emitted white light. It was paradoxical, but there were no more functional details, creating a perceived sense of dissonance.

Craft was horrified.

In the midst of dying illness, I sat up in shock, another short and weak update (;д;)