Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Kupu suffered from somnolence for 2 months, which worsened with abnormal dreams for 2 days.

In the past two months, the patient had progressively worsened drowsiness symptoms after drinking contaminated well water. There was no dizziness or headache, no object rotation, nausea, no convulsions, no abnormal sensation, and no limb weakness. It improved slightly after stopping the drug. He reported that his symptoms worsened after he resumed drinking for a few days, and he had abnormal dreams in the past two days.

Feeling refreshed, energetic, and appetizing...

"Mr. Craft, I have a question." A voice sounded, interrupting the slight scratching sound of the pen tip. Coop finally couldn't hold it any longer, broke the silence, and said what he wanted to say during dinner.

There was no sky to be seen in the room with the windows closed, only the candlesticks illuminated it, but it must have gotten dark outside, and Coop also felt a little tired.

Normally it wouldn't be that early, but today's experience was too stressful and consumed my energy unknowingly. Coupled with a sumptuous dinner, I felt sleepy before I knew it.

Lying on the bed, he turned to look at Kraft who had put down his pen behind the desk, and asked: "Is my illness..."

He did not continue the second half of the sentence. The fear of death comes from the influence of life instinct and religion. Kupu felt that he was not a person who could go to heaven. If his soul fell into the hands of evil spirits or hell, it would mean endless torture. There was no way he could help it. He's not nervous.

Even if Kraft would say some vague threats like those priests, a sumptuous dinner would never lie. Something more serious was going on than he thought.

"I think I have already said that your condition is very serious and that evil spirit is entangled with you." Crossing his fingers and forming an arch in front of him, Kraft reiterated to Coop seriously what he said during the day. if.

Coop hesitated to speak and tightened the wooden sculpture of the double-wing ring in his hand. I believe he will have a deeper understanding of when not to be lazy in the future.

"Can you pray? Just say something, and God will bless you."

In silence, the ring of wings was moved to his chest. Coop's lips murmured a few times, but he didn't say anything. It was not easy to find a good reason for God to bless him. It seems that he is not a regular churchgoer.

Considering the current situation where Heavenly Father is too far away and evil spirits are too close, Kupp turned to the man who promised to help him for psychological comfort: "You said you wanted to help me, right?"

"Yes, I promise you." Kraft sat up straight, his eyes bright under the candlelight, "I will sit here and won't leave. Find out how it found you."

"I won't talk about fighting for your life or death. At least I will try my best to help you if possible. It's more than the priest can do."

This not-so-pleasant truth made Kupu feel better. Compared with the gods he had never seen before and the clergy who rarely looked at the salt tide area, an ordinary promise that was actually around him was more valuable. Real feeling.

He closed his eyes, hugged the wooden sculpture, and waited for sleep to come. The sound of writing around him stopped. Probably Kraft really stopped writing and stared at him from behind the desk.

Sleepy, exhausted, and quiet without even the sound of breathing, Coop soon felt his consciousness begin to blur and fall into a deep sleep in the darkness.

Craft was indeed watching him. He left the chair, used an ink bottle to hold down the large medical record that had just grown, replaced it with a new piece of paper with squares drawn on it, and walked slowly to the bedside, blocking out the candlelight.

The tension did not affect the patient's speed of falling asleep. Shortly after closing his eyes, before the countdown reached 100, he could observe that the rise and fall of his chest became gentle and regular, and the expression on his face relaxed.

A nail was held in his hand, and the blunt tip of the nail lightly poked Coop's forearm, but there was no response. He has fallen into a sleep that cannot be disturbed. Unless something unexpected happens, he will not wake up before noon tomorrow.

Kraft opened Coop's eyelids and shined a light on it. His pupils were normal to the light. When the opposite eye is illuminated in the middle, the pupils on both sides shrink at the same time, and the indirect light reflex is also normal.

Based on previous speculation, Kupp is currently in a deep stage of spiritual contact, resulting in a lack of response to external stimulation.

He has always been curious about whether there is a corresponding pathological basis for this phenomenon. His initial guess is that it is due to extensive central inhibition, but currently the area of ​​the midbrain that reflects light is not affected.

The brain, which is still safely stored in the skull, does not seem to be responsible for all these reasons. It is difficult to say whether the existence of "spirit" or "soul" has a material basis.

Kraft, who did not believe in evil, completed a full set of physical examinations. This wave of habitual operations did not allow him to think about anything. Neurology also failed to provide enough help, and the question of "trying to use known logic at a deep level" arose. There is no logical doubt in itself.

The easiest way, of course, is to use your mental senses to observe. But in the long night, the time to use the mental senses is only a drop in the bucket, and it is contradictory to have enough energy to prevent accidents.

Therefore, we can only adopt intermittent monitoring and use intermittent time points to try to get a glimpse of the whole picture. The disadvantage is that there is a high probability that he will not be able to catch up with the moment when the key changes occur.

A brand new small candle is inserted into the candlestick. According to Kraft's own intuition, it takes about fifteen minutes for this candle to be consumed, which is consistent with the recovery interval of his short-term use of spiritual senses.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to have a headache for a while tomorrow. I don't expect to repay me. I just hope you remember to listen to the doctor in the future." Kraft muttered and connected his mental senses, "If there is a future."

Shrouded in spirit, Kupp's body was completely presented to Kraft from the inside out. He instinctively checked the general structure first and compared it with the memory in his mental field of vision during the day.

There is no difference, except for the extra pile of food paste, some incompletely chewed fragments, most of which are still retained in the stomach. They are mixed repeatedly with the peristalsis of the stomach, and a small amount of liquid overflows from the cardia of the upper pole of the stomach.

There may be some gastric emptying disorder, gastroesophageal reflux, etc. He needs to be reminded to improve his bad eating habits. Craft noted this in passing.

There is no structural change, but there are still subtle changes that have occurred in Kupp.

There was a fading of something immaterial, something that Craft had completely failed to observe during the day.

It floats naturally in Kupu's body, illusory but real. It is like a mist, but it is far more ethereal. Nearly half is concentrated in the skull, and the rest exists in other parts of the body, and is also widely distributed. Uneven.

This familiar top-heavy distribution is reminiscent of the projection of various parts of the human body on the cerebral cortex. Similarly, the more sophisticated the parts, the richer their existence.

[A bit scientific, but completely unscientific]

The tiny but sufficiently distinguishable "fading" makes it different from the surrounding environment and is distinguished by the spiritual senses. He guessed that this was the initial contact with the deep spiritual body or soul.

The strange thing is that Kraft never observed the same thing in himself. No matter in the deep level or in the process of traveling through media, the spiritual senses did not find anything similar in themselves.

Time cannot stand any longer, and after clearly recording this degree of fading, the mental senses are quickly cut off.

About ten seconds, the cramped feeling brought about by this time lasted only a few breaths. Kraft sat down at the table, lit a small candle, and started counting for the first time.

During this period of time, he had nothing to do. He dipped the tip of his pen in ink, considered it for a moment, and then placed ink dots on the graph paper at a small height corresponding to the first position as a reference standard.

"Well, let's call it a standard depth for now, and then we'll rely on this for comparison."

While the candle has just burned out a little, I have nothing to do, so I can complete the remaining medical records. Kraft withdrew the paper from under the ink bottle and wrote quickly, writing a personal history before burning out.

When the last section of the small candle burned out, the "History of Denial and Travel" just came to an end, and the second spiritual sensory exploration began.

There are no particularly big changes. The degree of fading of the mental body has increased a little compared to the original. Probably only by comparing it with accurate memory can we conclude that it has changed.

At the secondary recording position, raise half a small grid and click the recording point. Compared with the previous environment fading into the deep layer, it is estimated that the critical point of approaching the deep layer is above fifty-two and less than fifty-five.

Kraft is not sure about the numerical value, because the boundary is fuzzy, not very clear when approaching, and only clears his position at the moment of arrival.

The second small candle was lit. This time he stopped when he reached the specialist physical examination. This was mainly because Kupp was neither married nor had children, nor did he know how his family elders were. These two parts were skipped and he fast-forwarded to the physical examination record. .

Kraft used his mental senses for the third time, quickly noted the state of his mental body, skillfully shut down, skillfully withstood the discomfort, and recorded it on paper. This time it changes about a third of a square.

At this rate, it would take Coop a full day's sleep to get close to the deep layers.

Several times in a row, the spiritual body's immersion depth increased at a rate ranging from nearly one-half to one-third of a grid, steady and slow.

If you use statistical tools to fit it, you should be able to roughly get a linear relationship between time and depth, which is very smooth.

However, the recorder himself was not in such good condition. Kraft found that he had overestimated his endurance, or underestimated the stress of continuous use.

Even if it is used for a few seconds with an interval of more than ten minutes, after the discomfort dissipates, the mental load is also accumulating, which is small but cannot be ignored.

After the tenth measurement, he had to change the decision to change the interval to two small candles burning out so that he could survive until noon tomorrow.

The records continued, and Kraft had already finished writing the large medical record, and was considering whether to write down the course of the disease together to buy time to catch up on sleep tomorrow.

The candle was extinguished, the eighteenth recording was made, the mental senses swept over as usual, and Craft made a new dot on the paper.

【Two grids】

Shaking his head violently to shake off the drowsiness, Kraft once again compared the differences with the previous time. The gentle series of points showed an accelerating upward trend.