Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 48 Who is knocking on my window lattice

Horror licked his sanity, his trembling hands could hardly hold the flat box that was shining white.

From the feel of the hand to the shape, to the fluorescent light, it was molded into the familiar shape of Kraft.However, it is very strange, only the empty appearance is imitated, and the empty interior can only provide white light that is not enough to illuminate the whole body.

Kraft flipped the luminous surface upside down on the ground and kicked it away. With a slight friction sound, the strange thing that looked like a mobile phone slid towards the wall, making a low and crisp "click".

The light source in the room is only a ray of moonlight.

He stepped back slowly, putting his hands behind his back, against the rough and cold wall.The brain is running, thinking about what was in the hand just now, and why it appeared here.

The so-called familiar and strange things are probably like this, but the familiar part makes the object look more abnormal. It obviously has a similar shape, but it is actually a completely different thing, as if it was cut corners due to limited ability.

The resemblance that should not appear makes Kraft feel a huge sense of unreality in everything, doubts are breeding, and the authenticity of the scene is denied.

He felt that he should be aware of his situation in some bizarre dream, but he couldn't wake up and was temporarily trapped in the illusion.But it feels so real, whether it is the frosted texture of the wall or the sound heard, the details are full and full.

The act of kicking that thing away was reckless, Kraft thought, and one should keep quiet in an unfamiliar situation.

It was also part of my grandfather's teaching.The abnormal fright disrupted the proper pace, he should be more careful.

But the situation wasn't too bad, he forgot to untie the scabbard on his waist when he lay down on the bed, and the most trusted weapon was still by his side.

Pressing the fixed metal buckle with his left hand, and leaning his back against the wall, Kraft quietly moved towards the door.A place that can quickly shift and create obstacles is the first thing to think of in any situation.

The outstretched right hand touched the door bolt first, and the position has not changed. If an accident occurs, the best choice is always to open the door and run away when everything is unknown.

Vision gradually adapts to the environment, and the cells on the retina need time to switch to scotopic vision, from a fine-grained picture in bright light to a less clear but dim-adapted mode.

The outlines of tables, chairs and wooden beds emerged, and the whole room seemed to have remained unchanged, and there was no bloody plot like "strange ceiling".

It's just that the surroundings are too quiet, so quiet that Kraft can hear his heartbeat beating like a drum, and deliberately suppress the slow breathing.Blood rushes through the body with oxygen, awakening a powerful motor system to deal with unknown threats lurking in abnormalities.

Logically speaking, even if it is late at night, there will be sounds from other rooms that are not suitable for all age groups, and the boss of the night watch downstairs will adjust the positions of tables and chairs.

If Old Wood was present, he would definitely lower his voice, and use his usual low-pitched voice for telling mysterious stories, and say, "Dead people don't have voices..."

Kraft was long past the age of being frightened by the silent night, but it was still creepy to contemplate.The weird items that suddenly appeared on him, and the unusually quiet hotel, almost clearly indicated a big problem.

After pressing the door bolt, he stopped all activities, calmed his heartbeat and breathing on the spot, waiting for anyone or something lurking in the darkness and silence to reveal his feet.

Patience is an important part of Kraft's military training.There is never a disadvantage in trading time for life.

In the silent darkness, responding to the silence with silence is the instinct engraved in the genes, which comes from the weird stories of impulsive similar people disappearing in the darkness in ancient times. Human instinct has the reflection of keeping quiet in silence.

He waited, nervous, his keen senses retrieving endless information.The sense of time is deceived, seconds and minutes are difficult to judge in stillness.

After a long wait, it seemed like only a short while later, he noticed that the moonlight on the floor was different from before.That ray of white light became brighter and extended and stretched on the ground. At first it was some distance away from the bed, but now it has reached the foot of the bed.

It seemed that the light source was repositioning itself, approaching his window, approaching him slowly and steadily.

【That's not the moon】

Consciousness comes alive, revealing the nature of the light source.

【Have you seen it】

The white, gentle light is approaching softly, and the extent of its movement cannot be noticed without careful observation, indulging in the illusion of peace.

Kraft slowly pulled out the latch with his right hand, he could no longer stay in this room.

The light continued to intensify, passing through the gap, the wisps of white light on the ground widened, turning from faint lines to light bands, so bright that it was almost dazzling on the floor.

But the softness and softness persisted obsessively, like the camouflage fur that cannot be taken off, which cannot change with the changing seasons, and appears in any occasion inappropriately.

The deadbolt was pulled out completely, Kraft touched the doorknob, and pulled the door inwards little by little with the most careful gesture.

The light source was getting closer. When the brightness reached its peak, there was a slight creaking sound, and the leaked light jittered and changed. It was because something was exerting force on the outside, and the weak wooden board was deformed.

However, the window is stuck on the inside and the way to open is to open it outward.

Kraft had propped the door open enough to pass through, and squeezed sideways out of the door. He was going to move to the first floor, where there was more room for maneuver, and the tables and chairs arranged vertically and vertically would favor the agile.

The body nimbly squeezed through the gap without making a sound.Before leaving, he glanced at the window one last time, the light source was still outside and had not changed its position.

"Tuk Tuk."

There was a rhythmic knocking sound coming from outside the window, just listening to the sound would make one think it was a polite visitor.The gentle and polite strength reminds Kraft of Romeo visiting Juliet in the middle of the night.Restraint, but also hope to attract attention, people can not help but feel trust.

However, this is the second floor, and only the half-awake, half-asleep victim would respond to visitors outside the window.

The deadbolt was inserted into the pocket conveniently. This piece of hardwood is quite heavy, and it is very suitable for contacting the guy in the way with a relatively fast speed.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk!" Another round of knocking sounded, becoming hasty.

Kraft closed the door and retreated to the stairs, not yet sure how to walk the flimsy flight of stairs without making a sound.

There was a tooth-piercing creak in the room. It should be the window, and something was exerting force on it.It is conceivable that the flimsy boards are bent, on the verge of breaking.

The patience of the thing stuck to the outer wall is far less than that of Kraft. This is good news, which shows that it is closer to acting on instinct than possessing human-like intelligence, and it is not even as good as some cunning beasts in the forest.

When retreating to the stairs, the sound of extrusion and deformation was suddenly joined by the explosion of wood fiber breaking, and the fragments splashed, hit the concealed door panel, and rolled on the ground.

It chose to gradually increase its strength to crush the whole piece instead of hitting repeatedly. The uncommon sense movement pattern made Kraft guess that it did not have the existence of mammalian musculoskeletal.

The sound showed that the strength was still increasing, more explosions sounded, and the overwhelmed window frame was completely torn from the wall and fell to the ground.

The crackling and noisy sounds permeated the air. It was no longer the sound of crushing wood, but a familiar but indistinguishable crooning, produced by the vibration of an unknown vocal organ, echoing in the space.

White light spilled from the crack of the door, and it entered Kraft's room through the window, making a viscous sound like a paste brush hitting the wall.Rather than entering, it is better to say pouring some soft and greasy substance into it.

This disgusting sound is like a bucket of stinking mollusc seafood. It stretches out its rotten arms and feet, slaps the wall of the bucket, and mixes with the indistinct whispers, but it is emitting an unreasonable temptation from the spiritual level.

Kraft bit the tip of his tongue lightly, endured the nauseous feeling in his stomach, and clung to the railing to back down.Hopefully it won't realize it's about to open the door for a while.

The first floor, where the brazier is usually lit, was pitch black, and the night watchman was nowhere to be seen. The wooden steps of the building could only be stepped on lightly, leaning on the handrail with less than half of his body weight to prevent any loose wooden board from making harsh noises.

These dozens of steps have never been so tormenting. You need to use all the gait skills you have learned to ensure speed while being quiet and silent to avoid attracting its attention.

The light between the cracks of the door is changing, and the light source is wandering in the room.

The consciousness uses the collected auditory information to describe it as a huge soft-bodied creature. The mucus on the surface annihilates the friction sound of its movements, and the soft moving organs assist it to crawl along the plane.

There are sharp objects scraping the ground, which may be wood chips, or the fangs of the predatory organs, embedded in the contracting and wriggling tissues.

Kraft didn't know how it found him. Maybe it was remembered from a light dream in the salt tide area during the day, and it came to the window quietly at night.

Has it entered the realm of reality, or is it being hunted in some unawakened dream?He bit down with his teeth, and the pain came from the tip of his tongue, and he couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

There were nineteen steps in total, and Kraft counted down in his mind. He still had the last two steps.Away from the dangerous second floor, after reaching the first floor, he can hide in the kitchen or escape through the door.

After mastering the skills, the body leans back proficiently. The last two levels are not high. According to memory, you can directly step on the floor in one step.

The blockage came from the soles of his feet, not the floor as he expected, and he touched a layer of fluid.A cold, fluid feeling comes from the foot, seeping into the boot through the stitched seams.

Kraft realized he was knee-deep in water, but it was too late.The delicate balance was broken, and Rao took two steps back in the water to stabilize his body because of his balance ability, and the water splashed on his face.

The sound of water is clearly audible.

After two seconds of silence, the sound of squeezing and breaking erupted from the second floor.

Kraft turned and ran.

(End of this chapter)