Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 6
In this backward world that has not yet been ravaged by headphones and stereos, most people can still achieve the first half of "hearing and eyesight", and Kraft is no exception.

He felt that he heard something, although it was very difficult to detect, and even made people suspect that it was an auditory hallucination caused by staying in a silent environment for too long.

It's like someone dragging a heavy sack on the snow, and the inferior fiber or other things are grinding the tiny crystals. The soft snow layer is broken under the action of a strong external force, and then the space is squeezed, and countless ingenious snowflakes are broken and collapsed. Into a dull block of snow—that was all he heard.

If there is no mistake, this voice is passing less than five meters away from Kraft's window. In the darkness where Kraft, a well-nourished young man, cannot see, its progress is decisive and powerful.

This makes it hard to convince yourself with a reasonable reason, such as explaining it as a late comer, or a thief with a heavy loot.

No, of course it is impossible.Kraft's hand was already on the hilt of the sword. Although the lack of movement of the outsider now occupies half of this soul, the other half who has controlled the body for more than ten years can completely complete the sword from the sword in an instant. The difficult movement of moving the scabbard to someone else's neck.

Maybe he won't be able to react so violently for the time being, but just using the scabbard can knock out an untrained adult head-on.

That voice, that voice so slight that it was almost an auditory hallucination, did not change.It seems to be wandering in place, not far away.It is continuous and low, reminiscent of a train whizzing by in front of you for no reason, and you will hear a constant roar before the train of cars has all left.

Kraft described the owner of this voice in his mind. It must be as slender and huge as the train, but it can move softly in the snow. Those who have not seen its body can only imagine it from the long rustling sound posture.

The content constructed with auditory and groundless imagination is too outlandish, closer to a nonsensical dream than objective reality, which almost makes him suspect that he is in a half-dream and half-awake state, and the low-power operation of the brain treats vague information and subjective content without analysis mixed with each other, and came to the result that there was a train quietly strolling in front of him.

But he knew that he was very awake, sober enough to feel the cold wind entering from his mouth and nose, passing through the barrier of lips and teeth, swirling between the arches of the pharynx and palate, and then being swallowed into his throat.

Before the thin moisture on the mucous membrane is scraped away by the preheated cold airflow of the nasal cavity, the sensitive nerves faithfully transmit the signal to the brain.In such cold, the body's emergency mechanism starts to work, and the catecholamine hormones secreted by the activated adrenal medulla will excite his circulatory system, and the blood is pumped into the circle of Willis along the arteries, and then circulates throughout the brain, ensuring this Delicate organs function normally.

So is there a possibility that there is really a long, quiet monster passing in front of him, counterintuitively making only imperceptible noises?
Then it even avoided all obstacles, and in the messy village, it didn't crush even half a piece of wood or dead branches.It just wanders freely in the snowy night, and the boundless darkness is the sea where it moves freely.

In this sea area, the low wall made of rocks and clay is no different from the void, and what it rubs against is not snowfall, but something more subtle and abstract, light but able to support a huge body to act with its will.

Kraft didn't understand how he comprehended this from the tiny voice, or didn't need to think at all, the complex and bizarre content was contained in this voice.

He felt that his mind had never been so active, whether he was wielding the iron sword or writing the answers he had already mastered by heart, nothing could compare to it now.That is the red-hot metal forged with a hammer, and the thoughts are like sparks flying, and the boiling soul is too difficult for the skulls that humans have evolved over thousands of years to contain.

As time goes by, the already full mind is filled with more information, and it is not usually thought of that things are dug out from under the water, and countless contents roll over like a lantern—that thin layer of gray matter tries to store information in a limited amount. Finding something to describe what you learned from this voice creates the illusion that your thoughts are running like electricity.

This process is completely out of the control of the subjective consciousness, which is like standing in front of an open dam and watching everything the two souls know rush out.

The network of cross-linked neurons chooses "scale" among the countless words to describe the skin that rubs against the fine matter, that is, the fragmented shell made of inexplicable content, which can be in contact with the slightest concept, making the lengthy body Meaningful activity takes place in the space.

And the subject to which the "scales" are attached far exceeds the scope of consciousness, developing from the known to the unknown in the dark depths.

The "sound" it travels is the exfoliated debris produced by the friction between "scales" and fine substances. When it leaves the body, it begins to decay irresistibly, from the space of another concept where it is located, to the overlapping space. The space that human beings can realize falls, and finally disintegrates into information suitable for existence in this world.

This kind of information spreads continuously, spreads like a spreading sound wave vibration, and makes a final roar before being annihilated, but only the souls beyond ordinary people can touch this information under special circumstances, the poor water-containing organic tissue protected by the hard calcium salt dome Before boiling, passively comprehend the existence of that source.

But now, this small, lucky individual formed by the accidental fusion of two souls, because of the double increase but no expansion, the density touched a certain subtle passing line, and was able to "hear" his The unthinkable in two barren short lives.He cannot describe it in human language, but can only define it as an indescribable existence beyond the reality he knows.

On the verge of madness, he understood the meaning of the stone pillar patterns he saw during the day—those things fell from a higher level, changed and twisted during the fall, and came to this world.

Those who accept it cannot understand its true meaning, and use the elements that exist in this world to describe it, describing it as a giant snake in the night, which meanders endlessly, and its body sinks into endless darkness.

Kraft was ups and downs in madness, everything around him was far away, and he didn't even know if he was still standing in front of the window.Until a hand was on his shoulder.

…………

"Craft, you didn't stand here all night, did you, Kraft?"

Vision returned in an instant, and the pupillary sphincter contracted violently under the rare sunlight.In the sense of weightlessness, Kraft found that his stiff body was leaning forward rapidly along with the thrust from his left shoulder, and the white window sill was enlarged at a frightening speed in front of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)