Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 63 Why did you come here?

When Kraft came out of the house with a few books under his arms, the box had already been transferred to Lucius.Liston leaned on the wall with one hand, looking very tired, but still staring at this side.

"Indeed." Kraft put the book in the box and echoed his thoughts, "I read what you said, the professor is doing some strange things, and there are unusual research."

To Liston, he was actually explaining to Lucius.Kraft pondered for a moment, then continued with a relatively neutral evaluation:
"You know, when people are a little confused, like terminally ill people who suddenly see a little hope of survival, they are willing to try something no matter how ridiculous it is."

"And for many intelligent people, there are more important things than life and pleasure, and they take these goals too seriously, and they will use all means and any cost, whether it is themselves or others."

There was a long silence, maybe everyone had expected it long ago, but when this moment really came, it always took a little time to accept the fact that that person is the source of everything.

Liston took the initiative to change the topic, and cut to the matter itself, "So what are these, some kind of evil spirits?"

"The good news is it's not an evil spirit."

In the concept of the church, all supernatural powers, except for the stories in the holy scriptures that clearly give powers from God, are the means of evil spirits and devils to confuse the world to commit evil deeds.The professor's behavior inexplicably fits this statement.

"The bad news is that this may be much more serious than evil spirits, and I can't figure out the logic. I only know that Professor Kallman wants to get something subversive in this way."

"Even if the price is so many people?" Lucius shivered, closed the lid of the box, and sealed the books inside.

He is the one who has been with the professor the longest among the three, and he thinks he has a deep understanding of him, ranging from his research direction to his favorite tea with a few spoonfuls of honey.

The strong sense of contrast caused a huge cleavage of the image in my mind. The professor before leaving had a metamorphosis after touching this object. A completely unknown person was born in the original body. Li felt nothing.

Even in front of his eyes, he didn't want to open those books to find out what temptation changed the professor.At least for now, Lucius still feels that some principles should be above all else.

Looking away, Lucius handed the box to Kraft, "See you tomorrow, I think I need to go back and be quiet."

The figure in the black robe walked away in the blood-red evening photos, and his steps were brisk and powerful, just like the first time Kraft saw him in San Simeon Square.

Only Kraft and Liston were left at the scene. The latter had just recovered from the mental shock and sighed: "Lucius may not know what he missed. Do you think he will regret it later? Wait until As I grow older, I find that there is no way to advance.”

It was Lucius who was talking about, but he didn't look at the leaving figure, but stared at Kraft, paying attention to his reaction, rather he was doubting himself and questioning Kraft.

"I don't know, I'm still young, and I have a lot of days to think about this question." Kraft has never been good at looking at people, let alone seeing old people from a teenager. He couldn't answer this question, so he simply Answer the question with the question, "Why did you come to medical school before?"

"Uh... It's hard to say, maybe it's my father's influence?" Liston didn't expect Kraft to talk to him about this.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. He is the kind of 'outside' doctor. You understand what I mean? I have dealt with sailors and hired workers all my life, and finally one day I realized that the future of the barber shop is limited, and I am too old. So I spent most of my savings to send me in."

"Barber shop?" This was the first time Kraft had heard Liston talk about his past, and this way was really a bit wild.

Liston was not embarrassed, but laughed himself. In the college, he rarely talked about his family with others, and someone who could say this made him feel better.

"Yes, surgery was like this before the appearance of "Human Structure", or there was no such thing as 'surgery' at all, it was just legal killing with knives and branding irons. Faster, or amputation will die faster."

"He thinks there is no future in this way. Let me go to the academy to study, at least I should do better than him. To be honest, I don't think I have surpassed him too much after more than ten years of study and experimentation."

Speaking of this, Liston did not shy away from being dissatisfied with the status quo, and shook his head, "If the wound is rotten, festered, or amputated too short, the second-degree amputation mortality caused by the deterioration of the situation is not dare to count. And Cheng Ming The problem of operation time that can only be solved has greatly restricted everyone's performance, and now there is no solution."

He described these unsurmountable hurdles in a calm tone, bloody wounds, necrotic lesions, and he had seen enough when he was young.If there is no accident, we will have to look at it for a few more years.

The patient holds the amulet with the ring of wings in his hand, sprinkles holy water on the wound, and asks the clergy to read a few words if he has some savings.From his rejection at the beginning, he doesn't care now, and sometimes he feels that the clinic is like a chapel.

The words from that year are still in my ears, and we must do better.But the more you study, the more you realize how difficult it is to go further.The limitation of treatment methods and the rejection of social ethics made him feel that he could not see any hope.

"Is there really any qualitative improvement over the years? I don't think there is. Even if Edward is resurrected, there is no way to solve it. You can read the last page, and he wrote this book."

"Ok?"

"I want to go further...they have all embarked on this path." Liston was full of emotion, "To be honest, I can understand them. I can't lie to myself that if I have a chance one day, I will definitely be like Lucius refused."

Kraft listened to his narration quietly, without making any moral judgments, "Going one step further, and using it to save more people, sounds logical?"

"Correct."

"Why save more people?" Kraft continued to ask.

Liston suddenly got stuck. The question was too unreasonable. It seemed wrong to talk about morality, let alone common sense.

"The essence of this problem is that you regard yourself as a higher existence that can distinguish the value of life by quantity. But for a thing that is higher than society and beyond ethics, how can human life have any special meaning?"

He patted the box, and the heavy books locked inside made a dull sound, "And I am full of hope for the future, and I believe that if I don't take this road, I will be able to do it sooner or later. Even if it takes a long time, the sand can smooth our tombstones name and epitaph on it."

Kraft has seen firsthand the incredible speed with which medicine develops.High-tech is being updated and popularized faster than electronic products, and various fields are changing with each passing day, and a clear road lies ahead.He is neither confused nor afraid, knowing that every part of his work will catalyze that day.

This world lacks a corresponding foundation, and it is meaningless to contact it too early. It will only evolve into a small-scale miracle that knows it but doesn't know why.

The near-blind confidence made Liston a little envious, and he couldn't help being diverted from the topic, diluting his doubts about himself and the future.

"So sure?"

"If it doesn't happen, you can come to heaven or hell at that time—if there is one—point at my nose and scold me for not letting anyone trade life for knowledge." Kraft said jokingly, "Of course, Then I won't admit my mistake."

He put the suitcase on his shoulder, paid Liston the full purchase money, said goodbye and left.Then he stopped a passing carriage at the intersection of the street, negotiated the owner's last business today, and took it back to his new residence on Elm Street.

After he left, the hired workers moved the things to the upper floor as ordered, including the canoe, which was so small that only one person could sit on it, and put it next to the bed in the attic.

Start on the first floor, bolt the door and every window, and hang a bell.

The large animal traps were broken apart and placed in front of the door and window in turn. The finger-thick fixed chains on both sides were hammered into the wall and floor with long iron nails, arranged according to the standard of bear traps.

Generally, animals with four to five times the weight of an adult step on it for safekeeping, and there is no turning back.The misaligned iron teeth can directly penetrate into the bone and tear blood vessels, but anyone with a nervous system will die in pain and blood loss.Judging from the fact that that guy likes to use human tissues, there probably are.

After arranging the doors and windows, Kraft still felt uneasy, and randomly arranged the remaining clips on the aisles and stairs.

The back-up means are a few fish spears, which are similar to ordinary short spears with a rope attached to the back. The difference is that they are not considered to be pulled out normally, and the formidable barbs can be used by sailors to spear sharks.

Kraft tried one against the plank wall, and was never able to pull it out again.The rest were tied to the pillars in each room, otherwise it is not certain who pulls who.The last one drowned by a big fish is still being laughed at in the tavern.

Boxes of fish oil cans were taken out and neatly lined up beside the bed.Several flints, scythes, braziers and torches, and oil-soaked cloth for kindling.

Once it's fixed, then the fish oil comes into play, and brittleness becomes the advantage of inferior clay pots.Toss, shatter, and ignite.

Again, I have never seen a human tissue that can withstand this. Even the bones contain a considerable amount of organic components. If you are lucky, you can leave a relic in such a violent combustion—if it can have it .

The most expensive were the chains that ran across the doors and corridors, making them unsuitable for creatures larger than a man.The same bell hangs from it, and it no longer passes soundlessly through any of the internal gates.

When things are unavoidable, he can still rely on these arrangements to delay for a while, to meet the broken celestial body, and send himself back.

Strolling around with the candlestick in hand, Kraft wrote down his arrangements one by one, engraved them into his mind, and lay down contentedly at the bottom of the big bed in the attic, holding the sword and closing his eyes.On the bed, there was a human-shaped quilt wrapped in a large number of iron nails and pieces of wood.

It can no longer be allowed to wander around and make waves. For this kind of insidious and insidious thing, we have to strike hard and let it see the malice of human beings.

(End of this chapter)