Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Kraft's first reaction was that he heard wrongly, but this was obviously impossible. He went over the sentence word for word and found no ambiguity or homophony.

Then Coop saw him take a step back, shifting his attention from his anger towards himself, and a subtle distance opened between the two.

"Think carefully about when and what do you remember?"

"Ah? Wouldn't it be nice to be able to dream again?" Coop was a little confused. He didn't know why the other party cared so much about this. Did he want to answer the meaning of dreams like a priest?

"As soon as possible, I need everything you can remember, from how the dream started, through the middle, to how it ends. Even a little more content would be good."

The sound of deep breathing sounded from behind the mask, like an action forcing the mind to calm down, and like a precursor to some kind of explosion. You didn't need to watch his words to realize that this person was getting serious.

The eyes behind the lenses were hidden in the reflection of the noon sun. The bright red light reflected on Coop's body. The hand holding the sword hilt under his robe tightened, causing radiating black wrinkles.

Kraft faced him, but not himself. His attention passed through the real body and was placed in the empty nothingness behind him, as if focusing on another person or something else.

Coop looked back subconsciously, but there was nothing there, and a subtle and weird feeling of fear flashed past.

"Sorry, I thought about it right away."

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"It's like this. In fact, a few days ago, I felt less 'empty' after falling asleep. It's weird to say that, but it's the kind of feeling when you wake up and know that you have dreamed, but you can't remember it."

"I thought I finally got better after not drinking the water from the well, so I didn't care." He raised his head and glanced at the beak mask that was making breathing sounds, making sure that Kraft would not do anything drastic, and continued to tell the story. .

"The past two days have definitely been different. At first I thought it was a memory of waking up in the middle of the night, because it looked the same as at home. But I couldn't even wake up during the day, how could it be that I woke up in the middle of the night?" In the memory, Kupp I am also trying to figure out the situation at that time.

"Then I knew it was a dream, but what I remembered was very short and unclear. I couldn't move like in the previous dreams." He looked back at the room again, looking for among the clutter, "There are also some things It floated up and flew to the roof, like that one.”

What was pointed out was a wooden handle. Kraft walked into the room, weighed it with it, and threw it back to Coop, "What is this?"

【very light】

"I don't know. I picked it up casually, thinking it might be useful. There were other things floating around, but I can't remember them clearly." Kupp took the wooden handle and threw it back to the random pile of miscellaneous items. In the pile of things.

"Do you feel dull and have difficulty breathing in your dreams, like you're in sea water?"

"seems like it."

"But that dream is very gentle, more comfortable than ordinary sleep, right? It makes people don't want to leave, so of course it doesn't feel like a bad thing."

"Ah, yes, that's it." Kupp patted his head and agreed with this description. As expected of a person from the academy, he even knew the dreams he couldn't explain clearly.

Thinking about it carefully, this is indeed the case. It feels like I am sinking comfortably in a daze, as soft and comfortable as lying in the water. If it wasn't like this, I wouldn't think there was anything wrong with it, but it's a pity that it's only for a short time each time.

"Have you ever had such a good dream?" Coop asked proactively due to curiosity.

Kraft looked at him, speechless for a long time, and remembered a not-so-funny joke. It was when he was studying internal medicine and he was memorizing the classification of lung cancer.

It tells the story of a patient who cheered when he heard that he was diagnosed with "small cell lung cancer" and thought it was a "small" cancer. The doctor with a solemn face was holding the report sheet and didn't know how to explain it to him.

The quiet and scary atmosphere made Kupu wake up and return to the position of being questioned. "I'm sorry, just pretend I didn't ask."

"Oh, it's okay." Kraft retracted his right hand into his sleeve and asked the question he least wanted to ask, "Did you see... light? In the dream, white, soft light shone from the window. Come in."

His tone was gentle, as if he wanted to imitate the form of light he was talking about and put himself into it. On a full moon night in the summer at Wendeng Port, the soft light mixed with the breeze was sent into the room through the cracks in the window, bringing the listener back to the room. Scattered in dreams and memories.

The sense of danger hidden in the cotton and the emotions it contains are also half-wrapped under the soft surface. Just like that gentle feeling, the more I think about it, the more I fear it, and I am in awe of whether there is an unspeakable truth behind the moment of tranquility.

"Have you seen that white light?"

When talking about those things unconsciously, the language between the lips and tongue seems to be separated from physical vibrations and contains complex experiences.

"It seems, probably... yes, there was some light, but I really can't remember." Shrinking back a little, Kupp hugged himself, feeling a bit of chill in the getting warmer weather, and was simply A few words shocked me.

In that moment of dream, debris was floating in the air, and he was lying on the blanket. His chaotic consciousness still thought that he was in a familiar home, but now he had some doubts.

In the gentle water-like environment, something moving was swimming by. When the extremely weak fluctuations of the liquid were sensed by the skin, a white, soft light flashed outside as described. Only when I woke up and was reminded by others did I realize that it was indeed the case. experienced.

"what is that?"

"It's not a good thing anyway." After weighing the pros and cons, Kraft decided to use a special method to check the surrounding area. This development trend made him feel very bad.

Based on Kupu's description, he just drank contaminated well water for a few more days. According to the original progress rate, he was far from reaching the first level. At most, he would sink a little further and sleep for a while longer.

Even if he is still lying, based on the time of complete blockage, at least the contact has been cut off for more than five days. Based on the current statistics of other people's trends, it is probably slightly better, and it will not slide uncontrollably, and the whole situation will be oiled. Can't seem to stop the car.

Even based on his answer, he might have been targeted by that squirming thing, or at least noticed it, and it was only a matter of time before it went down.

This is a very rare case, but unfortunately it is not a positive example.

You can only use your spiritual senses to see if you can find anything. As the saying goes, once is true, twice is familiar. The first time was very painful, the second time was not much better, and then I gradually got used to it.

After trying out the dim prism medium, Kraft found that he was gradually able to resist the side effects of using his mental senses for a short period of time.

The experience wasn't much better though.

He tentatively connected his spiritual senses and walked around the small prism hidden in his right sleeve to prevent accidental contact.

Diffuse senses enveloped the surroundings. This simple shack was swept from head to toe. The borers in the rotten wood and the two black silver coins hidden in the cracks of the wood were all gone.

Nothing special, a real, ordinary worldly environment. It's certainly not that simple.

Kraft touches the dim hexagonal prism medium in his sleeve and "sinks" a little. The spiritual world begins to fade and the mysterious atmosphere rises.

Previous practice had helped him become proficient in this method of movement, so that he could appear behind Lucius without warning after he had searched the entire house.

This is a dual change of spirit and material. After understanding the essence, he hates this feeling even more. Obviously, this is the Creeper's method of dragging people into the depths.

First, spiritual contact establishes a connection. If the depth cannot be controlled, that is, the feeling of falling, after breaking through the critical point, the material will be pulled through the plane together.

What he is doing now is to go down a little bit and get close to there, but don't drag himself down completely.

Water that did not exist in the present world submerged him. Kraft knew that this was just an illusion, a mental perception of the scene in the deep.

As expected, once you enter the salt tide area, based on the terrain here, half of the roof on the deep side will not be above the water, and the entire roof will be submerged in the water. Low-density objects in the room that correspond to reality will float, such as the small wooden handle.

Mild difficulty breathing and a sense of oppression, his mind told him that he was in the water, but he was not actually in the water. His sense of smell was working normally, emphasizing the harmful effects of the salt tide zone on him. The alveoli were still filled with gases filtered by spices and herbs.

The senses don't like to sink, and the reason is analyzing that I have more control over this skill. The strengthened consciousness can learn everything quickly.

This depth was still not enough, and the information transmitted by the spiritual senses was too vague. Kraft's frown continued to sink. The pressure brought by the water is more clear, and the heavy and moving water flows around me.

To compare the depth just now to halfway, he is now three-quarters of the way to the first floor, and he will soon reach the critical point if he goes down further.

More than twenty seconds had passed. If he didn't want to stay too painful, Kraft didn't have much chance to continue to hesitate. He should either continue down or make plans to float up.

In the midst of the tangle, an unusual stream of water passed over the edge of his mind.

The peeping from the real world was noticed by the native residents. The water flow stirred and changed direction, and the swimming objects quickly approached.

Several uncoordinated limbs cut through the water and headed straight in the direction of Kraft. Simultaneous with the proximity in space is the proximity in depth, which is rising toward the present world and sticking to the depth where Kraft is.

As it approaches, its image becomes clearer. The deformed body driven by its arms and legs breaks into the range of mental senses. The white light lights up, and the roar is about to follow.

"What the hell!"

Kraft tried his best to float up, pulling him back to the present world before it tried to collide with him. In his colorful mental vision, the vague outline squirmed unwillingly, and the roar rubbed against the invisible barrier, full of undisguised malice.

An everted cut wound through the center of the body told Kraft the reason for its reckless action - it turned out to be an old acquaintance. Oh no, he is familiar, but he is not a human being.

Great, things are clear now. The guy who was attacked through the window was not dead yet, but escaped back to the deep salt tide area.

Just as everyone was trying to reduce contact with the deep layers, there was a disobedient person who drank water from the contaminated well for a few more days, which was regarded as a key breakthrough.

Something that might have wreaked havoc in half of the area is now here to serve you, Kupu, alone. How can this blessing be so small? It is definitely getting deeper day by day.