Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Kraft saw with his own eyes a series of subtle and complex contradictory expressions on Wadin's face: tension about the worsening situation, polite mourning, association with his own situation, and a little bit of inevitable gloating.

As the distance approached, these expressions were flattened and disappeared, replaced by doubt and vigilance.

The boat seemed to have been lying there for a long time, so long that it was swallowed by damp and disgusting black mold, and the original color could not be seen.

A dead snake-like tether tied it to the protruding reef. The knot was almost worn off, and only a few strands of fibers were left to keep the abandoned boat from being carried away by the rising and falling water.

It was not a boat of the same style as theirs, and there was no fixed buoy. It was just a flat-bottomed boat commonly seen on the Temu River, used for ferrying or carrying goods in calm winds. It was made of ordinary materials and was easy to capsize.

Some people outside the church arrived here earlier, roughly within a few weeks to two months.

There was no identification item in the boat, only the deep bites and tear marks on the hull, which showed what it had experienced on the journey.

The interior of the ship was reinforced with additional wooden boards, but this did not prevent the thing that attacked them from forcibly breaking off a large piece of the side plank and chiseling several large holes with rough edges on the bottom of the ship, which might be the reason why they were in a panic when they went ashore.

That group of people survived the attack and arrived here.

"Those pagans." There was no other suspect, but Father Green could hardly imagine how they could come down before the hall collapsed and bring a boat with them.

"I hope they have drowned in their own crazy behavior." Rather than still being alive here in some form, that would mean that things would be much more troublesome.

Although he was very reluctant, Green still cast a pragmatic inquiring look at Kraft, who supported half of his body with a sword and nodded to indicate that his condition was barely acceptable and that he could use unconventional means to solve unconventional problems if necessary.

The priest stopped for a moment and walked over here. "The ancients also made an alliance with the king who held the sword in the stone, and the kingdom was bathed in glory because of it. It can be seen that the sword is not good or evil because of its origin."

"Today is just like more than a hundred years ago. Perhaps it is the Heavenly Father who is testing us again. We should unite our hearts and put aside our differences."

He took off his gloves and shook hands with the professor who just understood what he was going to do in an exaggerated and performative manner.

[You handle this, I handle the rest]

After making sure that Kraft understood what he meant, Green let go of his hand, looked around at the monks present, and looked at each face who chose to follow him here in turn.

He didn't know if others thought the same, but on this unique rocky beach...the "little creatures" that gathered here for some reason, the boats pushed to the shore, and themselves, it seemed that all signs indicated that this was that special place.

The will of the Heavenly Father, the choice of the lake, a certain inevitable result, a hidden confluence arranged by fate for people who went astray for different reasons.

The feeling of revelation made the mind clear, and realized that the answer was ahead. The answer to the unsolved case, the answer to the pagan worship, the answer to the historical mystery that I have been pursuing for several months, and perhaps the final answer to several insignificant lives.

A question that I felt I could not empathize with at the time emerged in my mind:

[Don’t you want to know? ]

Many things flashed through my mind, including the first time I heard about the deeds of the Heavenly Father, the determination to become a defender of the doctrine, the degree of theology, the current position, and the half-life spent in a place where I can see the spire of the Notre Dame Cathedral.

Since I have unknowingly explored so far, would I not want to know the final answer?

But when I was only one step away from understanding miracles and heaven, I found that I was not as persistent as I imagined. It was like a knitted robe worn over armor. Although it was gorgeous and comfortable, it was no big deal to take it off when it felt dirty and heavy.

"No, I don't want to." He didn't care whether the afterlife existed, whether the church represented the supreme will, or even whether there was a supreme will that really loved the world.

He came to solve this big problem that he first discovered, that's all.

Green turned around and walked towards the depths of the rocky beach.

Kraft, who didn't get on the same page for a while, followed the others in confusion. He didn't understand what he didn't want, but it seemed that the result was good. The barriers in the team were reduced. They no longer stayed on the periphery and were determined to explore inside.

The rock clusters tilted outward became denser and taller, like waves splashing towards them, standing in layers.

Most of the rock clusters were carved out with shrine-like depressions, and the craftsmanship was in line with the characteristics of the lost tribe. When a little light entered, it occasionally illuminated some muddy squirming, wrapped in pale hard objects.

The water flow did not disappear as it went deeper, but still lingered at the feet, and was sent to the surface by the pressure between the narrow gaps, pouring out from unexpected holes and gaps, and disappearing in the gravel paved ground in an instant.

The fog passed through the stone forest, and the information outside the wet and cold was mixed in it, which instinctively alerted people to the cruel smell, chilling dark stains, and signals of the passing of similar lives.

The traces of the body being torn apart by something were diluted and oxidized, simplified into an intermittent dark brown guide, leading them to the remnants.

The scattered bones were coated with a layer of reddish-brown, still fresh in time. The soft tissue that was once attached to it was "washed away" - Kraft could only think of this jumpy word - like the specimens in the specimen room that were treated with chemical solvents to preserve specific parts, "clean" to the extreme.

The cloth and the chain mail were inextricably entangled, and the reddish-brown color was interspersed between the braided wire and the iron ring, which could be seen to be the same as the ones on their bodies.

The astonishing amount of bleeding showed what terrible experience he had suffered, but the traces were quite different from what was expected.

There was no time to mourn for the other team. Green and Wadin came to the same conclusion after checking: he was not dragged here, but came here by himself.

It seemed that he was seriously injured and fled all the way, and finally stopped because of excessive blood loss. The tortuous route took several turns and turned back, indicating that he was unable to distinguish the direction.

After being allowed to do so, Kraft stepped forward to pick up the fabric and observe the whole skeleton that was scattered due to the loss of connecting tissue, hoping that there would be some defects on it that could indicate what kind of trauma he had suffered, which could help understand what kind of enemy they were about to face.

However, the actual situation once again refuted the subjective conjecture. There was no obvious defect in the skeleton, but it showed uneven abnormal proliferation.

It was not in the common joint connection and epiphysis, but concentrated in the left mandible, scapula, and thorax ribs. Half of the upper body showed a particularly bizarre change in the direction and degree of bone structure.

The new bones are like inverted burrs and needles, wildly growing two to three fingers long, from the surface of flat bones to the shaft of long bones, so dense that the original surface appearance is almost unrecognizable.

They pierce into the blood vessels of the surrounding organs, pass through the skin, and tear the body apart from the inside out.

Thanks to the book friend "Huangshan Xiaoyuci" for the reward! (ω)

But I still have to say that there is no need for rewards. After all, the update depends only on the time available, and it is difficult to add more even if you reward.