Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 64 They
After a busy day, falling asleep is not difficult.Even lying on the floor does not prevent the brain from quickly adapting to a comfortable state and going into sleep.

The final stage of this process is generally difficult to detect by subjective consciousness. When you are erratic in the vague feeling of falling, you have actually missed the best time to break free.

It was a feeling of losing support. If you think about it carefully, your back is still attached to a solid surface, and the motor receptors in the semicircular canals are constantly sending messages that your body is moving.

If I have to say it, it is an abnormal sense of confusion, a mismatch in the positioning of the senses to itself, a moonwalk-like visual advance, and a substantial retreat.

Kraft opened his eyes, the light from the candlesticks had gone out, replaced by pure darkness.

A slight but continuous sound came from outside, wave after wave, beating the exterior wall of the building rhythmically.The humidity in the air increased, and water vapor entered the room through the unsealed gaps with the rhythm of the tide, as if the building had been dragged directly to the seashore.

A flat and long square was stuffed into his hand at some point, and a vague sense of peace of mind urged him to go back to sleep.

The consciousness that had been prepared for a long time quickly compared the last memory, and the next moment the body quietly moved out from under the bed, and touched his pocket with his hand, where was the flint and steel prepared in advance.

However, what was pulled out along with the angular mass was a thin, sturdy card with what appeared to be some familiar lettering embossed on it.

The rehearsed flow was not disrupted by unexpected clutter.Kraft walked to the brazier in his memory and struck the flint, the cracked stone chips and sparkling sparks splashed, and after jumping a few inches, they expanded rapidly and turned into a flame like a fire.

The strips of cloth soaked with fish oil burned blazingly in the brazier, the flames licked the firewood thrown into the basin, and the light grew, driving out the darkness from the floor to the beams.

At this point, Kraft finally had the time to observe the two objects that should not appear in his hand.

On one side is a flat box with black mirror surface, a small blue-green card, on which the outline of a portrait can be barely discerned.

The face of the bust on the white background melted and flowed, like baked jelly, dripping on the yellow shirt buttoned up at the collar, and solidified into small waxy lumps.

At first glance, it looks like the color of the picture has faded, but if you look closely, you will find that this is the case. The facial features are erased by the molten skin color patches, losing the human shape, and the strands of adhesion hang like a curtain.

There are several block-shaped block letters printed below, but the strokes and arrangement are disrupted and crooked.From a distance, it seems to be the case, but if you pay a little attention, you will notice the paradoxical abnormality.

And the flat box Kraft felt that it was not the first time he saw it, and it was also specious. After pressing the light, there was no further reaction.

Putting them next to the bed, he picked up the torch and lit it in the brazier. He inspected the room and lit the candlesticks.Except for the inexplicable violations, no discrepancy with the memory was found.

Special attention has been paid to the placement of the bear traps, they all stay where they are supposed to be.This made Kraft breathe a sigh of relief. He didn't want to step into a trap that moved without authorization when he acted on memory later, and the two bones in his calf became four.

He opened the door, lowered his head, bypassed the bar chains, and walked into the aisle.Looking down, the light of the fire does not reflect the stairs, the dark water surface engulfs the road leading to the third floor, and under the rippling and floating water surface, the memorized area returns to the unknown.

Fortunately, the location was set in the attic, otherwise he should be diving in the dark water downstairs by now.The ignorant time when I just woke up will cause water to rush into the unprepared alveoli, stimulate the trachea and cause a severe cough, and then pour more water into it, and finally suffocate to death in the dark.

The limited diving experience is not enough to support him to identify the direction below. Oxygen cannot support the functioning of the brain. The more he panics, the more he consumes.The back path of the stairs was cut off, and now only the windows on both sides of the attic are left open to the outside.

This water level also explains why there is the sound of water outside. The oscillating tide should be less than two meters below the window sill. The sound of phlegm whimpering endlessly.

Presumably humans will never adapt to these waters, where everything is inherently sick like a faded key card or a fake electronic device with a white screen that is always on.Always maintain a general similarity, while leaking differences intentionally or unintentionally in subtle places.

Streets with water up to three stories deep, all the marine life needs are met, and sharks can swim freely, not to mention those things.

Kraft returned to the room, extinguished the torch, covered the flames with the remaining ashes in the brazier, and controlled the combustion slightly.He suddenly discovered that this was a semi-confined space with poor air circulation, and the possibility of carbon monoxide poisoning was obvious, and he couldn't open the windows for ventilation.

After the environmental observation was over, he retreated to the bottom of the bed with the sword in his arms. There was only one thing to do next, to wait quietly.

The room returned to silence, except for the sporadic crackling sound of sporadic debris from the burning carbon fire, and the tireless slap of the water blending into the background.

People always have erratic thoughts when they are quiet, and Kraft recalled the few hunting experiences with his grandfather.

The hunting of the Wood family is of course different, and many times it is not for food at all, but has to be done.The backing mountains were populated by beasts that hadn't learned to respect these two-legged creatures, and when one of them visited too often, it had to be cleaned up.

Usually these tasks are done by the young and strong trained in the castle, but young people with rough hands and feet will inevitably mess things up. Simple brains may not be as smart as a bear that has lived for a long time. In other words, the effect is approximately equal to nothing.

At this time, it was the turn of Old Wood himself to take the opportunity to exercise his muscles and bones, personally lead the team, and hike into the mountains and forests that ordinary hunting would never go deep into.

They walked on a deep layer of decaying leaves, moss-covered trunks, ferns and miasma creeping from the cracks.

Finding along the general direction in such a forest often requires patience. Like confrontation training, precious time and energy are spent in silence, waiting for the opponent to leak the flaws that are destined to appear.

It can be a piece of moss that is torn apart along with the bark, it can be the animal trail paved by the stems and leaves of fallen ferns, or it can be the sound of wet adhesion breaking the monotonous cycle in the sound of the tide.

Old Wood showed them how to break apart the sawtoothed animal trap, place it on its favorite path, fix the iron chain and nail it into a strong tree trunk, cover it with thin soil, camouflage with dead leaves, and lurk nearby.

Next, if nothing else happens, you will clearly feel the approach of a creature whose size is far larger than yours.

At first I thought it was just the background sound I was used to, but the ripples came one after another as usual, and the liquid that was photographed high above fell back to the surface of the water, which was no different from what I heard while waiting.

Then there was a beat that didn't keep up, the resonance split, the vortex swirled, the dark tide surged up, broke through the water layer above, and the separated sea water streaked across the smooth skin, as if avoiding something that didn't exist.

It is manifested in hearing, that is, part of the water sound disappears for no reason, a mysterious vacancy appears under the window sill, and the sound disappears.

The grunt-like dense beat is replaced by the rising musical tone, the high and low voices are played in unison, each echoed by cascading echoes, gentle and eager, chorused by countless vocal cords, and the slender cavity provides resonance modification, forming a Waves of sound.

Kraft held his breath, crawled out from under the bed, and picked up a can of fish oil.After returning, he may suffer from PTSD from concerts for a long time. Fortunately, there is only a church choir in Port Wendeng, and he will not go to San Simeon Square to feed the seagulls in the future.

The singing is loud and the light is on.

Constant and soft white light, breath-like flickering and crescendo, gradually adjusted and stabilized, from viscous and rich colors to natural light that is close to light and white, bright and unusual.

A few strands of white light leaking through the cracks of the wood stick to the wall, overwhelming the warm tones of the brazier lighting, signaling its arrival.

The musical sound increased again, and its penetration was even higher, covering up the sharp sound of the teeth on the fleshy whiskers grabbing the cracks in the stone.The wet and heavy limbs stretch out alternately, the built-in joints bend and twist, and the muscles contract. The main body rises from the water, and the water film slides down like a waterfall. The sound of dense water droplets is like the next shower.

Finally, all the voices stopped outside the window, and the seductive white light that tended to stabilize shone into the room along the gap of the window, and there was a desire to open it just by looking at it.

Across a layer of window panels, it is waiting for the unknown prey to open the window to welcome it.

It feels like an anglerfish. The routine of lighting up is simple but unexpectedly easy to use. Few people can refuse such a reassuring and wonderful light source when they wake up in the middle of the night, but unfortunately, there is one here.

He weighed the oil pot in his hand, and Kraft moved two steps to the side to avoid the direct white light.More than once, he felt that this kind of light was infinitely close to the most perfect moonlight he could think of, bright and clear, so that he couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable affection.

This must not be as simple as pure light. It is mixed with a special attraction mechanism that can work for humans. It is the same reason that anglerfish use the phototaxis of deep-sea organisms.

From a certain point of view, this can be good news. The creatures that like to hunt this way have more or less motor defects, either not fast enough, not flexible enough, or not moving at all.

The human movement system is human after all, and it has never been considered to bear several times the body weight load normally, and there is a limit to how to optimize it.Thinking in reverse, maybe it’s not that it originally lived in the water, but that it used this kind of exercise system so that it can only reduce the force in the water most of the time?
His guess was probably right, the angle of the white light was slightly skewed, and the thing outside couldn't even stick to the wall stably for a long time, and the posture had to be adjusted.This gave him a lot of confidence.

However, it was not the side that was facing each other silently that changed first. The keen hearing sensed that the sound of the tide outside the window on the other side behind him stopped suddenly, and the sound of moist and sticky clinging that had just been tasted sounded.

[Its scientific name may have a plural form]

(End of this chapter)