Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 73 Can This Blessing Be Shallow?

Kraft's first reaction was to think that he had heard wrong, but this was obviously impossible.He sorted out the sentence word by word, and found no ambiguity, homophony or the like.

Then Kupp saw him take a step back, diverting his attention from his anger at himself, and there was a subtle distance between the two of them.

"Recall carefully, when and what do you remember?"

"Ah? Wouldn't it be better to be able to dream again?" Kupu was a little confused. He didn't know why the other party cared so much about this. Could it be that he wanted to explain the meaning of dreams like a priest?
"As soon as possible, I need everything you can remember, from how the dream started, how it went through, and how it ended, even a little more content would be great."

A deep inhalation sounded from behind the mask, like an action to force the mind to calm down, and also like a precursor to some kind of explosion. You don't need to watch the words and expressions to realize that this person has become serious.

The eyes behind the lenses were hidden in the reflection of the noon sun, and the bright red spots were folded on Coop's body, and the hand holding the sword hilt under the robe tightened a little bit, tearing out radiating black wrinkles.

Kraft faces him, but not himself, looking through the physical body, into the nothingness behind him, as if focused on another person or something.

Kupp looked back subconsciously, there was nothing there, and a subtle and weird sense of fear flashed past.

"Sorry, I'll think about it right away."

……

"It's like this. In fact, a few days ago, I felt that I was not so 'empty' after falling asleep. It's strange to say this, but it's the feeling that I knew I had a dream after waking up, but I couldn't remember it."

"I thought it was because I finally got better after not drinking the water from that well, so I didn't care about it." He looked up at the beak mask that was breathing, and made sure that Kraft would not act aggressively, and continued to tell .

"It's really different in the past two days. At first I thought it was a memory of waking up in the middle of the night, because it looked the same as at home. But I can't even wake up during the day. How could it be that I woke up in the middle of the night?" In the memory, Kupu Also trying to sort out the situation at the time.

"Then I knew it was a dream, but the memory was very short and unclear, and I couldn't move like a dream before." He looked back at the house and searched among the sundries, "There are also some things Float up, fly to the roof, like that."

What was pointed at was a wooden handle. Kraft walked into the room, weighed it with it, and threw it back to Kupp, "What is this?"

【very light】

"I don't know. I just picked it up. I thought it might be useful. There were other things that floated up, but I can't remember." Kupp took the wooden handle and threw it back into the random mess. pile of things.

"You feel dull, and it's hard to breathe in your dreams, like you're in sea water?"

"seems like it."

"But that dream is very gentle, more comfortable than ordinary sleep, isn't it? It makes people not want to leave, and of course it doesn't feel like a bad thing."

"Ah, yes, that's it." Kupu slapped his head, agreeing with this description. As expected of a person from the academy, he can even understand dreams that he can't explain clearly.

Thinking about it carefully, it is indeed the case. I feel comfortable sinking in a daze, as soft and comfortable as lying in water.If it weren't for this, I wouldn't feel that there is nothing wrong with it, but it's a pity that it's only for a short time each time.

"Have you ever had such a good dream?" Cooper asked out of curiosity.

Kraft looked at him, speechless for a long time, and remembered a not-so-funny joke. It was when he was studying internal medicine and he was memorizing the classification of lung cancer.

The story is about a patient who cheered for joy when he heard the diagnosis of "small cell carcinoma of the lung", thinking it was a "small" cancer, but the solemn doctor held the report card and didn't know how to explain it to him.

The eerily quiet atmosphere made Kupp wake up, and returned to the position of being questioned by Xingshi, "I'm sorry, just pretend I didn't ask."

"Oh, it's okay." Kraft retracted his right hand into his sleeve, and asked the question he didn't want to ask, "Did you see...the light? It was just in a dream, a white, soft light, shining from the window. Come in."

His tone was gentle, as if he wanted to imitate the light form he mentioned, and put himself into it. When he came to the full moon night in Wendeng Port in summer, the soft light mixed with the breeze was sent into the room through the window cracks, bringing the listeners back. Scattered dreams and memories.

The sense of danger hidden in the cotton, as well as the emotions contained in it, are half-wrapped under the soft skin, just like the warm feeling, the more you think, the more fear you get, whether there is an unspeakable truth behind the moment of tranquility.

"Have you seen that white light?"

When talking about those things unconsciously, the language between the lips and tongue seems to be separated from the physical vibration, and contains complex experiences.

"It seems, probably... yes, there is any light, but I really can't remember." Shrinking back for a while, Kupu put his arms around himself, feeling a bit of chill in the warming weather, and was simply Frightened by a few words.

In the dream at that moment, debris was floating in the air, he was lying on the blanket, his chaotic consciousness still thought he was in a familiar home, but now he had some doubts.

In an environment as gentle as water, there is something moving, and when the extremely weak fluctuations of the liquid are sensed by the skin, the white and soft light flashes outside as described. After waking up, I was reminded by others to realize that it was true. experienced.

"what is that?"

"Anyway, it's not a good thing." After weighing the pros and cons a little, Kraft decided to use a special method to check the surroundings. This development trend made him feel very bad.

Just listen to Kupu's description, just drank the polluted well water for a few more days. According to the original progress speed, it is far from reaching the point of being sent to the first floor. At most, it will sink a little more and sleep for a while.

Even if he is still lying, based on the time of complete blockage, let alone breaking contact for more than five days, according to the existing statistics, the trend of other people will probably improve slightly, and it will not slide uncontrollably. Can't seem to stop the car.

Even according to his answer, he may have been stared at by that wriggling thing, at least he noticed it, and it was only a matter of time before he went down.

It is a very rare case, but unfortunately it is not a positive example.

You can only use your spiritual senses to see if you can find anything.The so-called first-time birth and second-time acquaintance, the first time is very painful, the second time is not much better, and then I gradually get used to it.

After trying out the dim prism medium, Kraft found that he was gradually able to resist the sequelae of short-term use of the spiritual senses.

Although the experience is not much better.

He tentatively connected to the spiritual senses, bypassing the small prism hidden in the sleeve of his right hand to prevent accidental touch.

Diffuse senses enveloped the surroundings, this simple hut was swept from head to toe, there was nowhere to hide the moths in the rotten wood, and the two black silver coins hidden in the wood cracks.

Nothing special, real, ordinary worldly environment.It's certainly not that simple.

Kraft touched the dim hexagonal medium in his sleeve, and "sinked" a little, the spiritual world began to fade, and the mysterious atmosphere rose.

Previous practice had trained him to move this way, so that he could appear behind Lucius, who was searching the house without warning.

This is a double change of spirit and matter. After understanding the essence, he hated this feeling even more.Obviously, this is the trick used by the creepers to drag people into the deep.

First of all, spiritual contact establishes a connection. If the depth cannot be controlled, that is, the feeling of falling, it will pull the matter through the layer after breaking through the critical point.

And what he's doing now is going down a little bit, getting closer to it, but not pulling himself all the way down.

The water that does not exist in this world submerged him, and Kraft knew that this was just an illusion, and that the spirit felt the scene from the deep side.

As expected, once you enter the salt tide area, with the terrain here, half of the roof on the deep side will not be above the water surface, and the whole will be submerged in the water.The low-density objects in the room that correspond to reality will float up, such as the small wooden handle.

Mild dyspnea and oppression, the spirit told him that he was in the water, but it was not, and the sense of smell was working normally, emphasizing the harm to it in the salt tide area, and the air in the alveoli was filtered by spices and herbs.

The senses don't like to sink, and the reason is analyzing that it has more control over this skill, and the strengthened consciousness can learn everything quickly.

This depth is still not enough, the information conveyed by the spiritual sense is too vague, Kraft frowned and continued to sink.The sense of oppression brought by the water is clearer, and the heavy and moving water flows around.

If you want to compare the depth just now to halfway, now he has gone through three quarters of the way to the first floor, and he will soon get stuck to the critical point further down.

More than [-] seconds have passed. If you don't want to be too painful, then there is not much opportunity for Kraft to continue to hesitate. Either continue down, or plan to go up.

Amidst the entanglement, an abnormal current of water brushed past the edge of the spirit.

The prying eyes from the present world are perceived by the native residents, the water flow changes direction when the water stirs, and the swimming objects approach quickly.

Several uncoordinated limbs cut through the water and headed straight for Kraft.Simultaneously with the proximity in space is the proximity in depth, it is floating up to the present world, affixed to the depth where Kraft is.

As it approaches, its image becomes clearer, the deformed body driven by the arms and legs breaks into the range of spiritual senses, the white light lights up, and the roar is about to follow.

"Damn it!"

Kraft tried his best to float up, and pulled back to the present world before it tried to collide with him. In the colorful spiritual vision, the vague silhouette wriggled unwillingly, and the roar rubbed against the invisible barrier, full of undisguised and strong malice.

A valgus cut across the center of the body made Kraft understand why it acted so recklessly—it turned out to be an old acquaintance.Oh no, familiar is familiar, but not human.

Great, now things are clear.The guy who was attacked through the window was not dead, but fled back to the deep salt tide area.

It just so happened that everyone was on the point of reducing contact with the deep layer, and a disobedient person insisted on drinking water from the polluted well for a few days, which was regarded as a key breakthrough point.

Things that could have ravaged half of the area, now come to serve you, Kupu, how can this blessing be superficial?That is definitely getting deeper every day.

(End of this chapter)