Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

There was no sign, no sense of danger, as if a turbulent current had flowed into a still pool of water, and the "fingertips" touched an approaching wave.

As before, with a void as the medium, the speed seemed gentle and slow, but in fact it arrived in an instant, invading the perception range within the time it takes for the mind to complete a single-threaded operation.

The wave also spread to the spiritual senses with the contact, spreading unimpeded in the indistinguishable medium.

He felt that he was holding a twisting tuning fork, and a constant flow of waves was coming from it, spreading in the imaginary limbs and quickly approaching the real body.

It was a wave, an instruction, a spell thrown.

The mental organ was pulled back like an electric shock, curled up and detached. This was not enough, Kraft dragged his body and ran again, turning at the next fork in the road, and pulling away from Green.

This move was correct, and the contact was broken.

The incoming wave did not subside immediately, it spread in the spiritual body like a real water wave, and the remaining force was close to less than two arms away, almost brushing against the back.

Kraft rushed through another fork in the road, braked suddenly, turned back with light steps, moved under the rock wall behind the corner, hid his body in the irregular depression, and pressed against the smooth, wet and cold.

The sound of a galloping horse approached, rushed straight through the fork, and quickly became smaller and disappeared.

His mental senses were still curled up, and his consciousness counted the time spent in the dark.

[One thousand and one, one thousand and two, one thousand and three...]

By counting four digits silently, he could control the rhythm to a more even half second, which was more reliable than counting by a pounding heart and rapid breathing.

At the thirty-fifth count, the sound of bones hitting rocks with hooves sounded without warning, lingered not far away, and then weakened and disappeared again.

Kraft slowly exhaled the breath that had been pent up for a long time, and was glad that he had taken precautions and avoided this counterattack.

That thing was as smart as imagined. While it had wisdom, it obviously also had anthropomorphic thinking.

"I didn't know that deep creatures would have brain tissue." He had some guesses, but he couldn't confirm it yet. "It's better not to be like this."

The only sound left in the mist was the gurgling of liquid flowing, like a cut blood vessel pumping blood under the pressure of a huge heart, and the faint smell of rust seemed to always stick to the mouth and nose, lingering.

His hand rested on the weight ball on the hilt, and the round and thick touch provided a false sense of stability, but he soon realized that it was just an illusion.

There was no chance to get into the distance where the weapon in his hand could work.

The highly anticipated "Sword in the Stone" also needs to clearly define the target location to make sense, but now a brief mental contact may be fatal, and it is impossible to find the opponent's body.

It's like holding a sharp dagger in hand, groping in the dark to find the enemy, but the opponent is a blue-ringed octopus, and the moment it touches the tentacles may be fatal.

The mind is spinning in a dead cycle of contradictions, and there is no solution for the time being. Deeper understanding and more clever use have formed a huge technological gap. In the face of this gap, the spirit body has become the medium for transmitting fatal attacks.

Kraft froze in place for a while, like a candidate who encountered a knowledge blind spot in the examination room and tried to make a dying struggle, hoping that prolonged thinking could create some inspiration miracle. But the results will mostly prove that this is meaningless except for wasting time and self-anesthetizing.

Physical strength has not recovered due to the cessation of exercise, but is replaced by the dampness that gradually penetrates in, and the body tells of the need for heat source.

It is not a good idea to light an open fire, and that thing may still be nearby.

[I know I will regret it]

Useless thinking turns to regret as an inevitable result, regretting the step I took less at that time, which brought about the current dilemma. Perhaps if the research is more radical, what can be done now will be completely different.

He knows too little about this kind of fluctuation. Apart from knowing that it is the code for the moon's remains to control biological tissues, he has not conducted further research, let alone finding a way to counter it.

The only thing that was really recorded was the fluctuation temporarily named "pacemaker" induced by digitalis in the sample.

What is needed now is not experimental data or rough understanding, but application transformation.

The price of not being radical enough in research is that he needs to use some radical means to solve real problems.

His consciousness jumps between various possibilities. He even thought of rushing into the range that can hurt the opponent with tearing layers at the cost of bearing some damage, but theoretical knowledge told him that it was impossible.

That is not something that can be done by subjective will through overcoming pain. Even if only a part of the body is lightly swept, the uncontrolled osteogenic effect will drain blood calcium in a short period of time, and the lack of key substances will completely deprive the muscles of their ability to move.

There must be a means similar to the other party to project an unexpected wave in the contact of the spiritual body and directly reach its physical body.

Does he have such a thing?

It seems not. After all, when discovering the extraordinary human tissue manipulation ability of deep creatures, the first reaction of every rational person should be medical value, not as a lethal force.

After all, destruction is like a child pushing down building blocks, there are a million and ten thousand simple ways. Repair is much more difficult and precious.

He had indeed never imagined that his research would be used in the opposite field, which led to the current dilemma.

But when his high-speed thinking was directed in this direction, he sensitively found a small breakthrough that had not been discovered before and asked a question.

[Really? ]

The herb that saves the heart was once a bright and poisonous poison before being properly formulated.

Does the program used to antagonize the toxicity of excessive digitalis have another side?

An extremely vicious and deadly other side.

While the mind is still working, the knowledge that never fades in the mind bursts out from that gap, illuminating the areas that were previously avoided unintentionally or intentionally, and exposing the dark and twisted things.

The mechanism of action of digitalis is to inhibit the sodium-potassium pump on the myocardial cell membrane, increase the sodium concentration in the cell, and then introduce more calcium into the cell through the sodium-calcium exchanger, which ultimately enhances the myocardial contraction and causes rapid and disordered contraction when excessive, that is, ventricular fibrillation.

The fluctuations temporarily named "pacemaker" can quickly relieve the ventricular fibrillation caused by digitalis, which means that it can accurately break a link in this interlocking chain.

Either enhance the activity of the sodium-potassium pump or prevent sodium-calcium exchange. It must have rapidly changed the distribution of electrolytes inside and outside the cell through some channel-in a direction exactly opposite to digitalis.

The sodium-potassium pump and sodium-calcium exchange are widely present in various tissues including myocardium, vascular smooth muscle, nervous system, and renal tubules, controlling far more than just myocardium, but also blood pressure, water-electrolyte balance, and neurophysiology.

If this power is exerted without restriction, it will push electrolytes to another extreme of disorder. Can the "pacemaker" used to relieve digitalis poisoning also become a curse that is no less deadly?

"Let's give it a try..."