Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 57 Two Ways
Liston looked at the shadowed stairs, the thin wooden frame couldn't hide anything, there was no doubt that there was nothing there.

The room fell into a moment of silence, and even the boss turned his head, followed Kraft's line of sight to the old staircase, looking for what he was pointing at in the shadows swaying with the firelight.

In the silence, Lucius glanced at the stairs, then looked back at Kraft, convinced that he was referring to the right side, observing something unseen, while the others were also bewitched, turning their eyes Questions are treated as some sort of irrefutable statement.

Reminiscent of Kraft's sword that had no warning, the cold light slashed at a wooden board and his unknown enemy, Lucius couldn't tell if it was hysteria, or if there were really invisible things lurking around. Long.

"There's nothing there."

It was Liston who broke the wait and see like the emperor's new clothes, "Do you feel any fixed plaque in your vision? I know some traumatized people will do this."

Kraft's attitude did not seem to be fake, but Liston did not find anything on the stairs, which made people suspect that it was an organic injury caused by an external force impact. Such cases are not uncommon in clinics.

Those who suddenly fell or were hit by a heavy object may suddenly and permanently lose some ability after waking up, such as vision, hearing, or can no longer speak a complete sentence, and behave strangely.

Some people interpreted this as an invasion of the soul by evil things, but Liston scoffed at this. Evil spirits do not always rely on trauma to damage health.This must be caused by damage to the human body structure, but his ability is not enough to make empirical conclusions.

The incomprehensible painting, the identification of something invisible, is probably where Kraft was injured after falling from the second floor. According to the theory of body fluids, as long as the blood in the body is released or it dissolves by itself, the mind can be restored Ching Ming.

It's just that the closed windows and the clothes wet by the sea still haven't been explained, and Liston can't and doesn't want to delve into these details by himself.

"So do you remember how you slept in the back alley from the bed in your room?"

"Back alley?" Kraft showed a confused expression that quickly dissipated, "Oh, that's right, back alley, I jumped out of the window..."

He closed his eyes, searching for the chaotic memories in his mind, although only the most impressive ones remained, the step of jumping out of the window could still be recalled.

"Why do you do this? The height is not low." Liston asked.Unlike Lucius' secretiveness, Kraft appeared to be more frank, and he might not have recovered from the chaos of just waking up.

"water."

Lucius handed Kraft a glass of water, he took a sip, and added an explanation, "I didn't mean this, I meant that there was water underneath."

"Under the window, is there water in the back alley?"

Without thinking, Kraft wanted to give an affirmative answer, and there was no doubt that there was a record of this in his consciousness.

The moment before he opened his mouth, Kraft felt that the inference was very strict. If it wasn't for the water below, it was because his brain was flooded and he jumped down, and he was sure it wasn't the latter.

However, he got stuck, his logic stuck in a certain link, and he found himself blurring the boundary between dream and reality.

"wrong."

"Isn't there water under the window?" Liston was confused by the repeated words.

"Everything is wrong!"

Kraft said loudly, with a ferocious and confused expression, as if he was fighting against himself. The focus of the conflict made him realize that he had not fully woken up, or that what he was experiencing was not a dream at all.

He was in a transitional phase, moving from a mostly forgotten experience to the normal world, where the acceptance and habit of everything in the experience was still there, and the memory of it was fragmented.

Break free from numbness and calm, and re-examine the "abnormal" parts around you.Mental senses, half-dried clothes full of grains of salt.The part between lying on the bed and being found in the back alley is connected by the remaining dreams.

According to the current judgments, he just experienced an abnormal phenomenon that had a material impact on the real world.

[turn it off]

The remnants of the dream continued to remind, urging to push away the spiritual senses, but it was too late.

A severe and familiar headache hit, disrupting his thinking, his senses were momentarily confused, his mental perspective was pushed away, and he returned to his normal vision.

The cramped feeling, the discomfort of withdrawal surged, and Kraft understood why he was so impressed with the use of time to control the spiritual senses.

To others, Kraft clasped his face with both hands suddenly, panting in pain as if his trachea had been cut open, and bent his slender fingers hard, as if to tear his face apart from the middle, releasing the suffocated soul in the narrow space.

Lucius and Liston reacted quickly, lifting him to lie flat on the table and undoing the two buttons on his collar to allow him to breathe more freely.

However, Liston soon discovered that Kraft did not have the purple lips and deep heaving chest that other patients with dyspnea had. Instead, he showed rapid panting, which was more like an extreme reaction when he was overly nervous and excited.

He tried to push Kraft's hand away to see the state of his face clearly, but the strength of Kraft's explosion far exceeded that of him and Lucius. Even if he had already exhausted a lot of energy, the two of them could not do it together Hold Kraft writhing like a dehydrated fish.

"Calm down, Kraft! You're all right!"

Not a small amount of strength made Liston feel relieved. After all, this is not the kind of strength that a critically ill patient can use. It looks more like hysteria. Foot continued to roll on the table.

The only thing he could do was to give him a hand to prevent Kraft from unconsciously rolling off the table and causing secondary damage, which would cause even more trouble.

Fortunately, the situation was not urgent enough to require Liston or Lucius to use the three-legged cat-level internal medicine. Kraft relieved himself after ten minutes and gradually calmed down.

"Uh, I'm so sorry, something went wrong." Kraft turned his head and pressed the left side of his cheek against the cold table, trying to eliminate the remaining pain.

The pain just now awakened some more distant memories. It seems that not long ago he was also lying on the table, surrounded by discomfort and headaches. It was darker and damper there, and the sound of water could be heard close at hand.

There are some phantoms shaking in front of my eyes. Those cold silhouettes come from another place similar to the present world, almost overlapping with the image in front of me, but it is more humid and dark, almost indistinguishable.

【tide, wriggling, soft body】

Thoughts spew fragments of content like a damaged teleprompter, accompanied by scattered images of upside-down defects.

"You don't look as relaxed as you say."

"I know, but I do understand something."

Kraft can boldly infer that from the salt tide area to the abnormal phenomenon he just experienced, it is impossible for ghosts to believe that there is no relationship between the two.

Considering that most of the memory was lost, it must have been exposed to another plane, and the big cracked circle I drew as soon as I woke up was the last and clearest part of the memory.

[Celestial body, reverse fall]

Since there is a reverse, is there a positive?

Recalling the feeling of falling before being approached by malicious things in the salt tide area, there is reason to suspect that the feeling of falling is a somatosensory illusion produced when entering a deep layer.

On the contrary, it can be deduced that the reverse fall is to leave the deep layer.

The matter was quickly clarified, I entered the deep layer, and then returned to the present world through a certain celestial body. This circle is my description of its image, and it is the content I most want to keep there before losing consciousness.

So the question is, how did I get in?
Just like the time in the salt tide area, the feeling of falling while half asleep and half awake.

【Falling, white light, creeping singing】

It was no accident that after leaving the salt tide area, the soft and malicious thing emitting white light followed, and this time it dragged itself into a more stable deep layer, the cold and damp place in memory.

The boundaries between dream and reality, spirit and matter are blurred, and the experience on the "other side" is fed back to the present world.The salty waves of the tide shattered the barrier between the two, passed through the original clear boundary, and wet my clothes.

What Liston said was true, and he himself followed the actions made in another dimension and was moved from the room to the back alley.

Kraft realized the seriousness of the problem. This was a very bad signal, which broke his long-standing belief that the deep influence on the present world was only limited to the spirit.

In other words, his cognition of "reality" has such a deviation of [-] million points, and neither side is more real, both are material.

And if I can be pulled to the deep layer and soaked in the water over there, will all this be reversed?

Something over there can also enter, or at least approach this level, when the barrier between the two is weak?After all, if you don't "get close", how can you pull yourself there?

"I'm in serious trouble, Lucius, how long have I been asleep?" Kraft resisted the discomfort, and ignored Liston's obstruction, jumped off the table, almost spraining his ankle.

"Counting from last night, the whole day."

"Did you go to tell them not to drink the water in the well today?" Kraft pressed his knuckles against his forehead and asked a question that he already knew the answer to. If Lucius went in by himself, he would definitely not be able to get out. .

Lucius shook his head, "I haven't waited for you to come to the academy, so I came to you first."

"You should be thankful that he picked me up, otherwise you would still be sleeping in the alley." Liston interjected, and he hadn't forgotten why he came, "Because of your current health condition, I suggest you sit down and tell What the hell happened to me, maybe I can still help."

"I need to change places." Kraft glanced at the stairs. After turning off his spiritual senses, he didn't find anything there again. The vague sense of wriggling just now seemed to be just an illusion.

"One more thing, is this table for sale? I want to take away my first painting in my life."

(End of this chapter)