Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 49 The Creeping Singer

Kraft quickly weighed the cost-effectiveness of the gate and the kitchen in his mind, and rushed towards the main entrance.

The knee-deep water greatly slowed down his speed, and the door, which could have been reached in two breaths, was dragged several times longer.

His shoulder bumped against the closed door, and the expected half-covered door remained motionless, but Kraft himself was pushed back two steps.A few drops of splashed water fell into his mouth, and it tasted fishy and salty, but it was actually sea water.

There has never been such a terrible seawater influx in Wendeng Port, and even if there is, it is mostly limited to the port and the salt tide area. If the hotel where he lives has such a water level, there will not even be half of the roof left in the salt tide area.

There was the sound of the door breaking and falling to the ground from upstairs, and the diffused light illuminated the entire corridor on the second floor. Reflected by the water surface on the first floor, it illuminated the entire front hall and allowed Kraft to see the door in front of him clearly. .

Obviously there was no bolt on the inside, so he hit it again in disbelief.This time he heard the clang of metal amidst the crash, the lock bouncing off the plank and falling back.The door was actually locked from the outside.

Now I can basically confirm that I was moved to a similar but different place in my sleep. This is obviously a hotel where the boss is not in the closed business.

But knowing that doesn't help the current situation.The light at the stairway increased rapidly, and the speed of that thing increased, and it was coming here. The wet and sticky soft body made a heavy and disgusting sound as it moved.

It gave up its camouflage and moved forward in the corridor without any cover. Its boneless and fleshy limbs slapped and stretched, more than one of them, making overlapping "slap-pat-pat" wet and sticky sounds on the ground.

The hard and angular structure on the top bites into the mixed wall of wood and earth and stone every time it is photographed, destroying and nailing the contact objects, and the sound of penetration and impact is continuous, piercing through the bones that should be contained inside The muscular mucous membrane, which forms the tissue that aids in walking and grasping.

All the softness is an illusion, to cover up the predatory part wrapped inside, the maliciously twisted side.

It is making its own voice, an undisguised voice.

There are countless voice lines mixed up in the hissing sound, it seems that multiple vocal organs are vibrating, and a bunch of squirming throats are making small whispers, one after another, back and forth endlessly.

Resonate and amplify, forming gloomy songs on several tracks like a choir, containing laws that ordinary people cannot understand, and passing the sound waves in the air to all creatures with hearing.

The song is not in line with the rhythmic aesthetics of human beings. It is always followed by the most inappropriate continuation after a low or high-pitched rhythm. It lacks a ruler to coordinate the performances that are going their own way. Like a split will, each fragment has obtained its own tongue.

An uncontrollable sense of irritability arises from the depths of his heart, scratching at his subjective consciousness, wanting to draw his sword on the spot to split and chop the sound source, destroying it with every conceivable method, and can no longer bear even a second of noise.

Kraft covered his head, feeling that the obsessive-compulsive disorder he hadn't had for a long time was attacking again, intending to control himself to realize the non-self thoughts in his mind, to stop this voice.

He pressed his knuckles against the weak points of the skull on both sides, suppressing this irrational tendency with pain.Thoughts are filled with angry and loud noises, and more energy is needed to fight against its interference, and there is no energy to think about other things.

The blasphemous song was approaching, and the light followed, getting brighter and brighter, to the point of being a bit dazzling.

It poured down from the second floor, flowing on the surface and bottom of the water, as if it had gained substance, moved in the fluid, spread along the salty sea water, and rushed towards Kraft.

Shiny liquid, flowing light, converging into a shiny film in transparent water, reminiscent of oil that is difficult to remove on the surface of the water, signifying the deterioration of water quality, bringing greasy and ensuing rotten smell.

The previously mild and pure white was mixed with uneven colors and became jagged.Different whites are blended into one mass, and the gray white rolls out from the inside, like a wound with open skin, or like a crack-shaped mouthpart under the flat skin.

Realizing that the target has no way to escape, it no longer tries to hide itself, but stretches itself, slowly approaching the stairs along the corridor.

The complicated and noisy voices are still echoing, traveling along the periosteum and the auditory ossicle chain to the inside of the skull, with vibrations that confuse the sensors.

Kraft let go of the hand holding his head, supported the table next to him and stood up straight, drew out his long sword and inserted it into the crack of the door, trying to pry open the door.

The craftsman who made this sword used the best materials according to his grandfather's request, and repeatedly forged and hammered it. The sharp blade can cut through leather armor, and it can even do two tricks with metal regardless of the length of use.

But obviously its design idea does not include the use of a crowbar, and it cannot cut open the iron lock in a narrow gap.The weight of Kraft's entire body pressed the blade into a large arc, and it would be close to the elastic limit if it went any further, but it still had no effect.

He felt that he couldn't escape, unless the boss built a second door somewhere, this suggestion can be made in the next life.But as the saying goes, "When you face a beast, face it and make eye contact with it...then you can die a decent death."

Although the situation is a little bit different now, the truth is still the same.

The educational environment of the alien soul formed his attitude of not being afraid of ghosts and gods, and firmly believed that no matter what is alive, it will die eventually.Unless it was a whale, he didn't know of any creature that could survive a blow to the vitals.

As for the well-trained descendants of masters of scooping, their familiarity with swords may not be as good as that of pen and ink, and they carry the bloodiness of the third generation of the family that has not faded.

He gave up thinking about escaping, and concentrated his last energy to make a more reasonable choice.

The anger aroused by the annoying noise, the courage transformed from the fear of the unknown to the extreme, mixed together brought a little bit of faith in breaking the boat, and convinced the only choice.

Kraft straightened up and took a deep breath. The cold and humid air was poured into his lungs, cooling his body and mind at the same time.

The sword blade, which lost pressure, rebounded and reset, and got stuck between the cracks of the door, making a metal buzzing and trembling.

"It's not for wood."

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, calming the slightly itchy tremor in his palm, and pulled the long sword out of the crack of the door with his backhand. The familiar center of gravity made him feel at ease.

Kraft in this world has imagined countless times what his first real battle would be like, and he has been slashing with his training sword for more than ten years, hoping to gain a glory on the battlefield that can be passed on to future generations .

He still remembered that at the age of 14, when his long-opened body was finally ready to wield a standard weapon, Old Wood handed him the specially-made sword without a smile on his face, and his eyes puzzled him.

【"I didn't want to give it to you..."】

At that time, Kraft was immersed in the joy of getting the gift he had dreamed of, and he wanted to go outside to try the sword immediately, and his doubts about his grandfather's words and deeds were quickly forgotten.

From then on, he used this sword day after day, carefully maintained it, until it was commanded by his arm, and he was more familiar with it than his own arm.

But at this moment, he inexplicably recalled this memory, understood the contradictory eyes, and the second half of the sentence hidden behind the gray beard was no longer ambiguous.

【...But I'm afraid you will use it one day】

Well, now is the day to use it, and the only regret is that the enemy never told you step by step, nor the martial arts of knight duels.

He thought he could start with full armor riding horses and rushing infantry, but he didn't expect that for the first time in his life, it would be such a difficult operation, and he would have to fight against unknown creatures with light armor in a harsh form with no followers or plate armor.

But it’s not bad either. Optimists believe that when fighting against animals whose physical strength is far superior to their own, especially the kind that will die with a slap, maintaining flexibility may not be inferior to plate armor.

The credibility of this statement is doubtful, and it is only half a grade higher than that of the sliding shovel tiger, but what he needs now is not credibility, but a little psychological comfort for him to face the light source on the stairs.

For the first time tonight, instead of retreating, he approached that being.

Under the crisis of life and death, the spirit was unprecedentedly concentrated, the muscle memory was transformed into standard and powerful movements, and the sword in both hands advanced steadily in the water.

His consciousness was mobilized, and he memorized the positions of the surrounding tables and chairs against the crazy hissing sound, and the light cast just facilitated his observation.The entire vestibule is reconstructed in the mind, forming a three-dimensional, usable structure.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when his reason restores his consciousness, his body becomes more powerful, and the physical strength encourages the growth of the will to resist.

Kraft stared at the stairs, forcing his mind to get used to the feeling, he had to have the ability to face it.

The dirty white light spread further, and the distorted and overlapping voices gradually increased. The malicious existence crawled to the upper floor of the stairs, and its flexible body stretched downward. It was an indescribably unnatural thing.

After hearing, Kraft's vision suffered a lot, and just seeing this thing made him extremely uncomfortable.

It was a brachiopod structure born from a huge body, without suckers, the uneven pale skin was covered with crowded grooves, and the luminous tumors were randomly distributed, clustered in clusters on the protrusions.

It hung stiffly, the tip curled twitchingly.

In contrast, the wildly dancing, hair-like branches on the epidermis show the opposite vitality of the main trunk.Struggling, reaching out to the surroundings with self-consciousness, grabbing everything that can be clinged to.

With the appearance of this limb, the roaring song reached a new climax, which was the sound from the worm-eaten cavity on the relatively thick and long tentacles. They ejected white luminous mucus together with the airflow, like aliens The flute played.

And they're not the most unacceptably nasty of them all.

Many branches extrude the abnormally sharp pale yellow bone during contraction, and the mouthparts of the cracks distributed longitudinally are filled with such things, biting the surrounding tissues mercilessly while swaying, and rolled into the cystic cavity Chewing, only one and a half pieces of the same kind are left around.

On the stump of the broken branch, new white granulation grows at a visible speed, filling the gap and maintaining this incomprehensible feast.

Not even in man's deepest nightmares have he seen such a disorderly horror.

(End of this chapter)