Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 54
The sky fell, the sun rose and the moon rose, and the city sank into darkness, leaving only drunks in and out of taverns and a few unlucky people with business to do.

Two men in black robes stood in front of a hotel, the lanterns in their hands flickered, and most of their bodies were hidden in the night, like two heads floating in the air.

After dark, they found that the investigation was much easier.Kraft is so busy that he definitely has no chance to think about long-term housing, and he is not in the house provided by the professor, so he just needs to look for hotels with lights on.

From the mouths of the students who hadn't left, they pieced together a daily itinerary of Kraft's movements around the college.Thanks to Kraft's high reputation in the medical school and his affinity, many people have greeted him on the road. For those who are familiar with Wendeng Port, the scope has been narrowed down to a very small one.

According to Liston's idea, just walk into the hotel and ask if there is a good-looking young resident with blond hair, and no one will be short of impression of such a person.

After visiting several hotels, Lucius began to become anxious, but Liston was not affected by his mentality. He was confident in his judgment, and it was only a matter of time before he found Kraft's foothold.

Of course, it may not be possible to find Kraft himself, and there is no guarantee that he will be dead or alive if he is found.As far as he knew, Kraft was so strict that he was almost harsh on such matters, and he never made mistakes with drinking. Even if he was lying on the bed with a broken leg, he would at least ask someone to bring a message.

No news can only show that Kraft doesn't even have the ability to ask someone to send a message. It's hard to imagine what happened, and Liston doesn't want to imagine it. Both of them are deliberately avoiding this question.

Warm light from a door not far away, but without the drunken din of rude sailors, another hotel.

Liston pushed open the half-closed front door, led Lucius to the counter, tapped on the table, and woke up the boss who smelled of alcohol.

"Accommodation?" The boss shook his head, his eyes wide open, and he instinctively repelled the dark clothes. Black is often associated with some ominous rumors, and late-night visits added a touch of weirdness to them.

"No, we are here to find a friend. He disappeared all day, and everyone is worried about him." Liston straightened his black robe so that the boss could see him more clearly, "blonde, very young, dressed like us The same black robe, do you have any impression?"

The boss rubbed his eyes. It took a few seconds for his brain paralyzed by alcohol to recognize the costumes of the college. The tiredness and drowsiness that had just been awakened further slowed his thinking. When Lucius was about to speak impatiently, he realized what the answer was. thing.

"Oh, I see what you mean, but we have our own rules, and we can't answer this kind of question. Didn't your friend tell you where he lives?"

The boss, who was half an intermediary, quickly woke up and raised his vigilance.He heard this kind of thing a lot, pretending to be friends or family members coming to the door, and opening his mouth to ask if he had seen someone.If the tone is not strict, it will be difficult to do business in the future.

"＊＊!" Lucius spit out a word that no one understood in annoyance. It must not be a good word. It is probably the dialect of his hometown. From the short and powerful pronunciation, it can be vaguely guessed that it is related to reproduction.He found a chair beside him and sat down, leaving the negotiation to Liston.

The boss shrugged his shoulders and didn't take it seriously. He has long passed the age of getting angry over such a trivial matter, and only cares about his own business.

"Well, it's the same in the previous hotels, but how about this?" Liston lifted his collar and showed the badge to the boss.

"I'm a lecturer at the college. My name is Liston. I run a clinic near the port. You may or may not have heard of me."

"But these are not important. If you are well-informed like you, you must have heard of the person we are looking for. His name is Kraft, and he is the one who can cut open the stomach to treat diseases."

"So?" The boss knew who it was when he heard the blond hair and black robe, but because Kraft never drank with other guests in the front hall and bragged, he never knew that he was the legendary doctor. What do I matter?"

"He has been missing for a whole day, and he was absent from important things. We suspect that something happened to him." Liston stared at the tavern owner, trying to see something in his eyes.

The boss wavered a bit, inclined to believe this statement, but he still stared back, not to be outdone, "I can't believe you based on these alone. There are more than one liar who pretends to be an acquaintance."

After a few seconds of silently staring at the boss, Liston also began to become irritable. He repeated this process over and over again in several negotiations, which exhausted the patience he had honed in the clinic work, not to mention he hated it so much. Such pointless pulling.

"Of course, I can understand what you mean, and I can't do anything to you, but I want to remind you that this guy is a nobleman, and his life and death are uncertain."

Liston pressed his entire upper body on the counter. As a typical surgeon, he is tall and strong, and he is much taller than the boss. From this angle, the sense of oppression is stronger. "No offense, if because of this What was delayed by the stupid delay of meaning, I was definitely not the one who was unlucky when his family came to the door."

The flickering firelight casts changing shadows between his facial features, his sullenness, which doesn't seem fake, is close to ferocity, and the lantern is slammed down on the counter with a bang, which frightens the boss.

"Now, for the sake of our common safety, please be sure to recall carefully, is there a blond young man who lives here for a long time, and you haven't seen him all day?"

As a doctor who has come into contact with all kinds of people, Liston is very aware of the rationality of the rules of being a hotel owner, but he can't care about that much anymore. Even if he is threatened by the unclear Kraft family background, he must Find someone ASAP.

"Can you guarantee that no one else will know about this matter?" When some unreasonable and shameless nobles might be involved, the hotel owner decided to back off once, after all, this matter can also be explained logically.

"I swear to Heavenly Father." Liston casually picked the heaviest oath he knew. Anyway, he didn't like the church very much, and it was purely worthless business.

"It's really bad luck." The boss stood up while supporting the counter, muttering, "I hope so."

"If I'm not mistaken, the person you mentioned did not go out all day after returning to the room last night, maybe he just slept all day."

He walked up the stairs, holding on to the shaky handrail, and the wooden board creaked under his feet, making one suspect that he would collapse under the weight at any time, "Come up, and leave as soon as you see your friends."

Lucius and Liston followed quickly, and followed the boss to a wooden door on the second floor.

"This is it?"

Liston gently pushed the door panel inward, and it got stuck from the inside as expected.

"As I said, he stayed inside for a whole day and didn't go anywhere." The boss leaned against the wall and looked at the two of them. "Sometimes I sleep all day when I'm drunk."

Liston ignored him and knocked on the door, "Kraft, are you there?"

"Kraft!"

There was no movement in the door, and the room was still asleep.Lucius couldn't help but knocked on the door, but got nothing but curses from other rooms.

The residents in the adjacent rooms were all woken up, but there was still no sound in Kraft's room. It seemed that the owner was in a deep sleep after drinking and was not aware of external disturbances.

Liston took two steps back, just when the boss thought he was about to give up, he handed the lantern to Lucius, "Lucius, hold it, and stand away."

"What?" Lucius didn't understand what he meant, but obediently took two steps back and stood beside the boss.

"Do you think Kraft is the kind of person who will get drunk and hangover?" Liston stretched his ankles, put his fingers into his pockets, and there was the sound of metal clashing inside, which helped him make up his mind.

"How is that possible? He barely drinks."

"I think so too!"

He sprinted two steps and jumped up in the corridor with a limited width. His figure was flexible, showing good physical fitness created by standing for a long time and physical work, and he kicked the door near the latch.

The door bolt broke with the sound, splashing small pieces of wood, bouncing and rolling in the room, the door hit the wall and bounced back, the loud noise woke up the sleeping residents on the whole floor, there was a lot of cursing for a while, several doors Open it, and several disheveled people went out to check.

Lucius and the boss were still in a daze, keeping their heads shrunk to avoid them.Liston took a lantern, blocked the rebounding wooden door, and walked straight into the room.

The quilts on the empty bed were piled up in a pile, and there was an indentation one person wide in the middle.The pen, ink and blank new paper are still on the table, but the user is nowhere to be found.A black tunic hung on the wall, with Kraft's lecturer badge pinned to the collar.

There was no place where a person could hide in the humble room. Liston lay down on the bed in disbelief, and lit the bottom of the bed with a lantern. There was only a small box for storing sundries.

"what's the situation?"

He stood up and looked at the window, and saw that it had been locked from the inside with a wooden peg.This is a completely sealed space from the inside. Kraft walked into the room, locked the doors and windows, lay down on the bed for a while, and then...

Disappeared?
Liston walked around the room with the lamp in his hand, and when he lifted the quilt, it felt a bit heavy to the touch, which didn't match the thickness of the quilt.

Gently twist a corner with your fingers, the sliding of the fabric is stagnant, and it seems to have moisture.

"Lucius, come and touch this." Liston beckoned to Lucius, who had just arrived at the door. The latter was still in shock. He had discovered the other side of the lecturers' violence for two days in a row, and the impact on him was too great. .

Putting down the quilt and closing his eyes, Liston felt the room with his skin and mucous membranes. After losing his vision, the imperceptible humidity became more obvious, and the invisible thin water mist deposited, which was completely different from the environment outside the door, as if from another world.

　In the car and in the hotel, it should have been sent earlier, but...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)