Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 51 Feeding the Fish
Consciousness is centered on itself, extending to the surroundings, and the three-dimensional space structure is displayed in an intuitive form that has never been seen before. It becomes significantly blurred at a distance of four or five steps, which is enough to reach the main entrance of the hotel ten steps away, and then the Completely unperceivable.

Situation aside, this new sensory organ made Kraft very happy-literally happy, he can observe the internal structure of his body from this open perspective, witness how the heart pumps blood, sends blood into the arteries.There is nothing in this world more amazing than this experience.

Even though the mind was still in the final process of reconstruction, it could not prevent Kraft from having an unexpected burst of ecstasy.For a moment, he forgot about the different world, forgot about chasing and killing, and forgot what else he could forget. This sense occupied his broken and incomplete mind.

Kraft wants to announce to everyone he knows that starting today, I am a CT, an MRI, and a B-ultrasound. I am a whole imaging department!
Probably because the logical reconstruction has not yet been perfected, the nonsensical joy lasted for a while.He joyfully used this sense to observe everything he was interested in, including himself, wood boards, stone bricks, chest cavity, abdominal cavity, and even his own brain, without finding any dead ends.

Just as he was about to carefully "scan" the internal structure of his sword, a silent headache interrupted him, forcing his attention away from his mental perspective.

It seems that the carrying capacity of consciousness has reached a point where it cannot accept any more of this information.It seems that the non-natural sensory organs are not well adapted to human beings, he cannot use it for a long time, and the hardware conditions cannot keep up.

Similar to closing his eyes, Kraft can temporarily marginalize his spiritual senses and become a normal human being.

In just a few minutes, the impact of the spiritual senses is too great to be ignored, similar to the effect of withdrawal symptoms.

The first second he left it, Kraft felt obvious discomfort. He felt that the source of information was suddenly reduced, like wearing a full-body armor helmet, with a narrow field of vision and being confined in an uncomfortable small angle.

He felt like he was crawling in a pipe, and he needed to take a deep breath to fight against the hallucination of dyspnea. The sense of narrowness and oppression urged him to use his mental senses again, return to a free panoramic perspective, and stop enduring the inefficient means of retinal imaging.

【Dependence, addiction】

I thought that only drugs could produce such an exaggerated effect, but pure mental dependence can reach this level. The impact of the cramped illusion on the mind is fed back to the body, causing wheezing, nausea, accompanied by mild muscle soreness, or severe The legacy of the activity.

The reconstruction of the mind was basically completed, and the rationality tried its best to restrain the desire to reconnect with the spiritual senses. The more uncomfortable it was, the less contact should be made, otherwise the next disconnection would be more serious.

Restraint, he needs to be restrained, and gradually adapt to this switching process.Neither mind nor body can be allowed to be controlled by anything that seems addictive, especially if it takes only a few minutes to inflict damage on itself.

Kraft put the sword back into the scabbard, leaned on a fairly clean table and lay down on it, looking for other things to fill his brain, trying to divert his attention away from the discomfort.

The food for dinner, the unfinished book, the laundry you forgot to wash, some small and irrelevant chores, squeeze out the unwanted things.

Not particularly effective.The consciousness and body tossed and turned in discomfort for half an hour, maybe longer, before they re-adapted to the visual-based information source.Kraft felt that his body and subconscious had found a new love, abandoning the familiar senses he had used for more than ten years, trying to use the spiritual senses as permanent replacements.

This kind of feeling makes the subjective consciousness very unpleasant. It realizes that there are some places in the body that cannot be fully controlled, and the tendency of a certain "not-self" is growing, and it is forced to give in with physical discomfort.

This is of course impossible, he successfully suppressed the obstruction of discomfort, turned over and stepped into the water, wading towards the stairs.The clothes all over his body were completely wet in the sea water, and he felt very sticky, and the low ambient temperature was constantly taking away his body temperature.

It would be better to go back to the second floor, and if he could light the small stove in the room, he would still have a chance to dry his clothes.

Before that, Kraft found a middle place on the stairs and sat down, poured out the water in the boots, and put them on again. The second floor of this level is still unknown. He went upstairs with his loud boots, and it wasn't just the boots that got in the water, there must have been his brains.

Out of caution, the sword was drawn out again.That white glowing thing looks quite creepy, but it is not an invulnerable demon or ghost that runs out in horror stories, it is closer to an animal that uses a special method to reduce the prey's ability to resist predation.

For its routine, Kraft almost understood it.First approach when the consciousness is not clear, the light is gentle, the movements are soft, and the voice is as soft as a whisper; after exposure, it decisively adopts intimidation and interference methods, destroying the target's will with a twisted roar that reaches directly into the skull, and the strange shape itself also Will cause mental damage.

It has the strange ability to drag its prey to the deep layer. The closer it is to the deep layer, the easier it is to be pulled to the deep layer.

Kraft couldn't understand what kind of principle this was, but it was not difficult to connect it with the behavior of residents around polluted wells in salt tide areas.

At that time, I only thought that there was a positive feedback cycle between the scope, intensity and number of people. Now it seems that it is very likely that this positive feedback has its participation.

In the process of expanding the "domain" of deep-level influence, the large-scale contact has attracted weird predators, using its ability to pull people into the deep-level, and the sleep of the affected people is getting longer and longer, and I am afraid that they will completely fall into deep sleep. One day, it is completely falling into the first floor, a nightmare in the true sense.

It may sound strange, but Kraft thought of an inappropriate metaphor. They are like small bread pieces with their oily skin torn off on the surface of the water, gradually being soaked by the water, and the impatient fish underwater are stirring the water waves to speed up the process. , Waiting for them to sink completely into the water to feast on.

Feeding the fish is of course for the fish. Some people just want to see it, and the wicked ones just catch the fish.Seventy to eighty percent of the perpetrator's goals may have something to do with it.

I also want to understand a problem that is not beneficial to the status quo.

Kraft shook his head, shaking off the pale and disgusting memories that rolled up.The phantom of the arms and legs flashed in front of my eyes, and every time I recalled that roaring sound, I would experience the painful and nauseating feeling again.

The powerful memory has become a kind of burden instead, and he can't let go of part of it, he can only temporarily block it, and recall it when it is accidentally touched.

When sitting on the stairs, he would uncontrollably think of the image of arms and legs hanging from above, and the dancing branches were still in front of his eyes.Cutting through the ravines and ravines, the structure underneath would feel familiar to him even if he messed it up a thousand times.

In repeated, active or passive recall, the flash of familiarity at that time is refined into gradually mature guesses.

Part of this soul is a medical student, and the other part is a sword player. Of course, he is not a naturalist who cares about animals other than humans. The understanding brought about by animal experiments is far from the level of his main profession, so Kraft knows best from beginning to end. There is only one structure—people.

He shuddered.

This matter is illogical, and there is a little logic in this place where there is no logic.

Kraft walked up the wooden handrail, the chill followed him, as cold as the wet clothes stuck to his body, whether it was mental or physical.

The old wooden boards under his feet made a jerky and harsh creaking sound, which sounded like some shriveled moans in the silence.

He quickened his pace and fled from this section of stairs that seems to have accelerated the pace of decay. The piercing sound was connected to his heels, and stopped the moment he stepped on the second floor, and no longer sounded when he fell behind.

This gave him an inexplicable sense of relaxation, as if he was escaping some kind of chase. The huge amount of stimulation did not desensitize him to fear, but instead became paranoid, and he had unreasonable and subtle panic about the details of the change, unless he deliberately used his reason suppress.

Can rationality derived from logic really be invincible in this place?Kraft pondered this question, but could not come up with an answer.

The unwrung water trickled down the sleeves and trousers to the floor, leaving a trail of water stains behind.He wasn't the only wet thing here, and the damp, rising with the rising water, was creeping up.

The second floor seemed to be filled with invisible water vapor. The wooden floor under my feet had a subtle squishy feeling, and I felt a thin layer of water film on the wall, which was the kind of saturated humidity that only occurs in rainy seasons.

This hotel has been in a humid environment for a while. It doesn't look like the tide flooded into the first floor in the middle of the night, but it has been soaked by water for several days.Don't think about it, it must be the same in my own room, there is nothing that can be ignited.

Standing at the door of the room, he stretched out his hand and pushed the door panel with water droplets, but failed to push it open, and was actually stuck by the door bolt inside.

Kraft was stunned for a moment, and reached out to his pocket, and found nothing. The door bolt that he put in on the first level before disappeared, and here was a brand new locked room.

"Damn hell place."

Leaning against the door panel, he temporarily lost his aim and couldn't think of what to do for a while.

The world in which human beings normally live has always been called the "real world" by him, and the deep layer naturally defaults to a dream-like existence, and the reset latch proves his guess to a certain extent.

Perhaps Kraft's body is still laying on the bed and suffering from cervical spondylosis, and what is being dragged in is only the immaterial part such as the soul. It is reasonable to think so.

The problem is that the dream always wakes up, but he doesn't know if he can go back automatically, and he doesn't know if the time spent here is the same as in the dream and different from reality.

Kraft, who was locked outside his room, leaned against the door panel and fell into thinking again.

Of course he wanted to go back and get rid of this place once and for all.Currently there are two paths:

You can wait here, hoping to sleep like a dream until you wake up naturally.But even if he went out, he would have to sleep again sooner or later, and then he would be pulled in again by that glowing tentacle monster.

Or are there some more radical options that might increase the knowledge here, take a little bit of the initiative... Like, hang out?
(End of this chapter)