Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 46
Kraft looked around with his sword in his hand, and there were only three people left including himself.

The middle-aged man who went to fetch water sat on the ground, the bucket rolled several meters away, and the water in it flowed everywhere.He had just returned from fetching water, but Kraft slammed his sword hard at the wooden wall behind him, and was so frightened that he threw the bucket out.

Lucius was trembling by the side. He was the one standing closest just now, and the sword brushed past his waist, and if he got any closer, he would end up like a wooden wall.

He pressed his chest, and the hand carrying the suitcase kept shaking, "So that one has a blade?"

He already knew that Kraft had a good sword, but because he always appeared as a scholar and doctor, it made people feel that he was just a representative of the family's martial arts history.

It never occurred to anyone that Kraft would actually pull it out someday.

"Maybe I...had a nightmare?" Kraft drew his sword and looked around in a daze, not finding any threats. He put the sword back into the scabbard angrily, "Did anyone approach me just now?"

That treacherous malice came and went quickly, dissipating quickly in the sun, bursting like soap bubbles, trying to escape from memory.

But the consciousness faithfully recorded that feeling: comfortable sinking, sinking again, something approaching quietly, wrapping itself into a soft dream with a warm shell.

The malice hidden deep in it, and the huge contrast after being exposed by a slight flaw, made Kraft feel lingering fear in retrospect.Rippled suddenly like a favorite creamy bisque, irregular dark shadows swimming in the soup, a disgusting thing lurking just under the skin.

Kraft felt that something happened to him, whether it was a dream or not.This encounter seemed familiar and gave him a very bad feeling.

Looking inside the wooden wall through the crack, the owner of the house has long since left, and the small and dark space is empty. It is impossible to hide a person, and it is even more impossible to pass through the wooden wall to create such a feeling.

Kraft walked up to the middle-aged man, bent down and helped him up, "I'm very sorry, I assure you that this was just an accident. Your work is done, go back with the money."

He reached out to help him pat the dust off his body, but found that the clothes were dirtier than the ground, which made him give up this action and go to pick up the fallen bucket.

There was still a little water left in the bucket, so Kraft just poured it all out and watched the water line slowly run out.There is no turbidity and no floating objects. The clear water splashes a few mud spots on the ground and seeps into the soil.

It had to be said that it was much better than expected, he thought it would be the kind of water that was so full that he couldn't see the bottom of the bucket clearly.

Just looking at it is not enough, he needs to carry a bucket back and take it to the college to find some animals to try.Just now that everyone has run away, he can take a look at the well by the way.

Holding the edge of the well and looking down, the depths are pitch black, and the bottom cannot be seen.When facing this kind of deep well, there will be a fear of slipping and falling, uncontrollably imagining that I am quickly approaching the dark and cold water in a small space.

It's like leading to another world below, which is completely opposite to the world illuminated by sunlight. Behind the long and narrow tunnel without light is the portal of entry.

The bucket tied with a rope went all the way down, bumping along the side of the well and touching the surface of the water.

Kraft twisted the rope twice around his hand and lifted the bucket up.The wooden barrel filled with water is a bit heavy, and it seems to have its own will to pull the person to its position, wanting him to get closer to the other end.

He felt the strange smell return, becoming more pronounced as he approached the mouth of the well.

Consciousness determines that it is not a signal from the sense of smell, but some kind of synaesthesia, some more specific information trying to express itself through the pathway of smell.

Without needing to be reminded, Kraft thought of something he had felt that way.

But... how is this possible?

He pulled the rope with all his strength and pulled the bucket out of the well. Nothing unusual could be seen in the clear water.But intuition, or some kind of higher sense developed after exposure to abnormal things, insisted that there was something in it that shouldn't be there.

Kraft subconsciously rejected this kind of reminder, but his consciousness operated involuntarily, matching the new information with the known memory.

"Lucius, can you come here?" He waved to Lucius.

The middle-aged man has already left, there are no outsiders around, and some things need to be reconfirmed.

Lucius approached the bucket, kept a subtle distance from Kraft, and glanced at the well water inside, "What's wrong? Is it really a water problem?"

He was terrified by the sudden situation just now.

"I'm not sure, it's just that I suddenly thought of other questions." Kraft didn't pay attention to his small movements, and shook the rope away from the place where it was wrapped twice around his hand, "I need you to recall something, it may be offensive, but I must not Do not ask."

"As long as I can remember, there is nothing I can't say. As a reward, can you borrow me to see your sword when you go back?" Kraft, who felt familiar, came back again, and Lucius felt relieved, and turned to him. I became interested in Kraft's sword. Which man can resist the temptation of a good-looking and easy-to-use weapon?

"Okay, as long as you don't cut your hands." This request is completely understandable, a good sword is too cool.

"What I want to ask is, a few days before Professor Kalman left, what do you think of his mental state?"

"Huh? Why do you ask this suddenly?" Once again, Lucius felt that he couldn't get along with this kind of thinking jumper.

"Just say what you want. Is there a big difference from usual? You can say anything." Since he didn't realize why he asked this question, it would be better. Kraft needs to be as objective as possible and free from emotional interference Answer.

He used as casual a tone as possible to create a more relaxed conversation atmosphere for Lucius, which was conducive for him to recall more and talk more.

Lucius held his beak and thought for a while, then said, "It's never been so good, even a little excited."

"Do you feel any changes in his personality? Especially the one that doesn't conform to his previous image." Once doubts arise, you will feel that everything is abnormal, and Kraft's current mentality is like this.

"If I have to say it, I feel that he is too anxious and always wants to do more experiments as soon as possible."

"Then he spends most of his time in the lab?"

"I haven't noticed this, let me think about it...at least the time when the tutor leaves the academy doesn't change much every day, it's always in the evening."

"Eager to complete more experiments in the academy, but unwilling to stay for a while?" Kraft found the contradiction.

It would be considered normal if this is the case alone, but judging from what is known so far, a conjecture that has never been thought of has emerged.

The implication was so obvious that Lucius could hear it, "You mean that the tutor has other things to do outside? Isn't the sample..."

The rebuttals stopped suddenly, and he also found that there was a big problem here, that he did not know where some of the black liquor was taken.

It makes sense why Kraft would ask this question now.

The scattered information is connected by a thread with a beginning and an end.

"Your suspicion is completely unreasonable. Why would the mentor do this?" Lucius immediately denied it, even though this guess was in line with his original reasoning that it was related to the black liquid.

Professor Kallman is his mentor who has taught him for many years and his guide in medicine. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is half a father.Whether it is from personal feelings or recognition of his moral level, Lucius cannot admit to linking the two.

"So you also think this can be said, right?" Kraft stared at Lucius, looking at each other through two layers of lenses. Think about it."

Kraft himself was appalled by the outrageous speculation.

Although the time we spent together was very short, the image of Professor Kalman in his mind is still very positive.A good man who devotes himself to academics and wants to develop medicine to cure diseases and save lives.

Even knowing that Kalman took some of the samples alone, Kraft didn't think in this direction at all. At most, he felt that there were some technical details that he wanted to keep secret.

Coupled with the strict control of the black liquid, each use is recorded, giving him the illusion that he is in control, and he would rather believe that it is a special epidemic that has never been heard of.Life and death did not expect that the repeated and perfected procedures would lose their meaning when the part that the professor took away was missed.

The idea of ​​"professor uses black liquid to poison" is too unimaginable.

Until now, he was standing in front of this water source, which was almost certainly the culprit. He had just encountered an attack that was both real and illusory a few minutes ago.

The strange breath beyond comprehension is permeating the whole body, and after realizing its existence, it becomes stronger and clearer.

He could feel it, but this time, it was no longer bound in a glass bottle.

It floats freely in the vast space, lodges in the deep well, dissolves in every bucket of water that is pumped, and fills the endless space.

This range is so wide that it looks like an invisible lake hanging upside down in the air, and everyone who drinks the well water is affected by it and falls into it.

Kraft recalled his notes. The black liquid was indeed a medium, and falling asleep after drinking the diluted liquid should only be an external manifestation.

The real point is that people are exposed to another level in the process.

Normal people cannot accept and retain information that is different from this world, so after waking up, they will only show no impression of everything in their sleep.

But such a small amount of liquid must have other mechanisms to produce sustained and obvious effects on so many people at the same time. There is an effect similar to positive feedback to make its influence continuously amplify.

range, number of people.

There is a "domain" similar to the black stone pillar that can affect all eligible people around,

Within a certain range, when the number of people who have drunk it reaches a certain level, the degree of influence will be deepened and the scope will be increased, and the increased scope can affect more people and wrap more contacts in it to deepen the influence.

After affecting all nearby contacts, this "domain" can now extend out of the salt tide area and reach Brad's house on Elm Street nearby.

It is like an invisible and qualityless lake, but people immersed in it don't feel it, only knowing that their sleep time is getting longer and longer.

And that kind of evil thing that disguises itself with softness swims through it like a fish, and no one knows what it wants to do.

(End of this chapter)