Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 92 Clues
"May his soul ascend to the kingdom of the Lord." Father Adrian said. In Kraft's understanding, this sentence is similar to "sorry". It is suitable for blurting out when you don't know what to say on the occasion of mourning. Too likely nonsense.

He held the double-winged ring pendant in front of his neck, tried to put his stomach away to look more formal, and added in a professional manner, "I have seen a lot of long-term suffering from illness, and it is not a bad thing for him to be relieved. Even if Regardless of your age, you have done enough, better than most people I know, so there is no need to blame yourself."

These words didn't elicit any reaction. Yvonne let out a light "um", squeezed past the priest, and walked past them to the depths of the alley.

The priest followed a few steps with the apple in his hand, but he didn't think he could do anything, so he stopped in resentment, watching her leave without looking back.Kraft heard him mutter, "Father..."

Objectively speaking, it is indeed a good thing, for the deceased, it may be better for his daughter.

After pinching his fingers on the holy emblem for a while, a certain priest realized that he should do something else to make his conscience feel better.

"Where is he buried? I can help with prayers."

Logically speaking, at the time of burial, there must always be a priest who read a eulogy, as a guide to guide the soul to ascend to the kingdom of the Father.In Yvonne's case, it was obviously impossible to find another priest in the church.

"not yet."

"It just so happens that I don't serve in the church anymore, and the rules of getting paid don't control me." It's a good thing that the priest was expelled from the church, and it can't be ruled out that he just made it up, but the credibility seems to be okay.

Yvonne seems to have been persuaded. There are not many non-believers in this port, and there are more or less spiritual sustenance.The expectation of loved ones living in another world is an important part of the church's influence, and it is often even higher than the vision of living people.

In the final analysis, no matter how mature she is, she is still a child after all, and the possibility of letting her father go to heaven after death, no matter how young she is, she is yearning for.

Her pale lips were pursed, and it took a few seconds for the marks of her teeth to turn red. She was still a little hesitant.As early as before her father was alive, those who frequently came to the door brought doctors or people who claimed to be able to summon souls, just because of a secret she hadn't understood until now.

But now, people die and things disappear, and secrets are taken away with their souls, what can they plan?At the same time, there was another problem that made it difficult for her to decide.

"not yet."

It's not that no one has prayed yet, she's talking about a step forward.

"Father." Adrian threw the bag to Kraft and trotted after him.

……

They pushed open the door and walked into the room without a window. There was a hard bed without a quilt against the corner, and a straight figure was placed on the bed.

A mildew-like smell permeated the airtight environment, and it became more pungent as it got closer. It reminded Kraft of the experience in the salt tide area, but it was even more unacceptable.Not only physically, but also psychologically.

"Father." The priest has been repeating this sentence since just now, and he dared not go forward after entering the room.

"Someone needs to find a coffin now. Father, you should know such a person." After adaptively overcoming the physical difficulties, the psychological barriers were not too heavy for Kraft. He found a way out for the priest who was in a dilemma. The reason, walked to the bed alone.

After opening the door for them, Yvonne watched from the side, and Krafft looked at her tentatively, with no obvious intention of refusing.

She may be thinking of a more decent ending, at least not directly throwing it outside, but after three days of shelving, she probably has no idea, and she has no money to solve the problem, so she can only close the windows to slow down the decay.

Fortunately, the weather has not been too hot recently, and no active gas-producing bacteria were seen nearby to make the corpse swell, and the body remained roughly normal.

The smell...is still hard to accept, he can't figure out how Yvonne got through these three days, this feeling is worse than the first time he opened the iron cabinet full of formaldehyde smell, the smell of death lingering.

The corpse was emaciated, and the chronic course of his disease had worn him down continuously and painfully, his inactive muscles had atrophied and thinned, and the rough yellow skin covered it.His thin frame couldn't support full-size clothing, which hung loosely over his body, with the neckline opening to the breastbone.

What didn't match the whole body was his thick fingers, which looked like a medicine pestle with swollen ends on the skinny palm, and the bulge raised the nails.This is a hyperplasia caused by lack of oxygen in the extremities.

【cough, wheeze】

The priest described what he saw when he visited Yvonne's father in this way. He must have some kind of chronic respiratory disease. The oxygen supply has been insufficient for a long time, resulting in long-term hypoxia in the extremities, which led to the clubbing of the fingers.

The urgency of suffocation forced him to breathe with all his strength, and the chest was pulled "like a bellows" to expand the chest to inhale more air. The ribs flared outwards in a barrel shape, and the negative pressure made the unsupported skin between the bones sag. The intercostal and supraclavicular fossa draw out the depression.

The two moving in opposite directions shape the patient's upper body under the clothing into a skeletonized appearance, as if the legendary walking corpse covered the skeleton with a layer of dry skin.

The opened bruised lips showed that he was still breathing hard before he died, although the oxygen reaching the effective alveolar cavity was not enough for the body to consume, and he could not even maintain the minimum physiological needs.

A painful death, the deceased could not even express his pain during his lifetime. That fall may have injured the language area of ​​the brain, depriving him of his expressive ability.

"Heavenly Father." Kraft subconsciously imitated the priest's speech, and any meaningful words showed the powerlessness of language before this kind of encounter, only a sigh to the cruel fate controller in the human imagination.He would rather he didn't understand anything.

The priest quickly returned with a man and a coffin, and they worked together to lift the deceased from the bed into the coffin, leaving a figure printed with a foul-smelling liquid on the bed, which was unusable from his point of view.

Blocking the cover that was about to close, Kraft beckoned to Yvonne, "Do you want to see him for the last time?"

"Thank you." She thanked the stranger standing in the room, leaning on the edge of the coffin, staring at the haggard face.Only then did some age-appropriate sadness and confusion emerge from her face, reminding others that this was just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.

This gave the waiters more patience and allowed enough time to complete the farewell in silence.

In a quiet environment, Kraft, who had nothing to do, began to wander, thinking about age inappropriately.

If Yvonne is only thirteen or fourteen years old, then her father's age is no more than thirty or so, and he is still a young and middle-aged labor force in the age when the average age is not optimistic, and he is at the peak of his physical condition.

There is no tobacco, and Yvonne, who is in the same room, does not seem to have been infected with severe respiratory infectious diseases. Logically speaking, it should not have developed to such a degree at his age, unless there are other external factors.

What could it be?

The priest was already preparing the eulogy, Yvonne left the coffin, and the cover was being nailed on.While no one was paying attention, Kraft briefly opened his spiritual senses and scanned the chest cavity of the corpse in the coffin.

Countless round and irregular nodules occupy the entire lung field, distributed like stars, and densely fused into large lesions.

(End of this chapter)