Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

In the early years, when Old Wood was not tired of reminiscing about his youth, he often mentioned the experience of sleeping with the dead beside him at night when the war was fierce, and waking up the next morning to see a pale and stiff face.

Eyewitnesses described the scene vividly in a gloomy tone, and when they were excited, they would also mention the valuable experience of which part to lean on to avoid getting a stiff neck, without realizing whether this content was suitable as a children's enlightenment story.

The collection of grandfather's stories once became a childhood shadow for Kraft and his cousin Ryan, so that they had to throw the pillow out of the bed after turning off the lights every day before they could fall asleep.

But in the long run, this desensitization therapy is still very helpful, at least it reduces the heart load when Kraft wakes up and sees several distorted pupilless faces.

"Father, why don't you move this thing away?"

"In fact, we were going to burn it." Green sat against the stone wall, a small open fire in a dry place illuminated their previous achievements and the monks who were huddled around to keep warm. "Considering the remaining fuel, I think it's better to keep it in a more important place."

"How much is left?"

"Wading kept four cans, and I threw away all my sundries." Father Green's eyes swept over the other two monks, who were still in shock and lowered their heads in shame. "They still took some, but not much."

Objectively speaking, Kraft felt that they didn't need to be ashamed of this. In that situation, they were able to maintain the rationality of preserving some supplies, which proved their commendable courage and accomplishment.

He envied Green. A group of talents with qualified physical fitness, relatively stable psychology, willing to obey orders, and educated background are almost the foundation of any institution's dream.

"Where are the others?"

"They got separated. I was not far away. I came here after hearing the noise." Brother Wadin added half a broken fire handle to the fire. "To be honest, I have already thought about who will be present at my funeral. I didn't expect you to solve it so quickly..."

It can be seen that all this happened very quickly. He glanced at the terrifying perfect creature, looking for the smooth cross-section cuts that are characteristic of the "spell", but only saw a few deep puncture wounds.

It didn't seem to be killed by the means he had seen before, but Wadin couldn't think of how to kill it at close range.

Even if it was willing to come down and fight its prey in close combat, it couldn't be easily defeated by a sword with such a body size.

How did you do it? The priest's deputy was quite curious, but his understanding of Green allowed him to see some information from his old partner's silence, and wisely chose not to continue asking.

"So what is this, a giant spider with Dunling sewer characteristics?" He improvised with his remaining talent for cold jokes.

The effect was obviously not very good, and no one was amused. They glimpsed a not-so-good answer between the faces nested and fused on the chest and abdomen of this monster.

Even Kraft, who had just woken up, stared at this alternative mosaic of different facial features and saw something from it.

Wadin wondered why the professor also knew an old acquaintance from the Inquisition, but then he thought of the reason, "You also feel familiar? That's right, you must have seen his portrait."

"You mean Morrison?" Kraft did recognize some elements from it, not only from the latest portrait in the gallery of Dunling Medical College, but also from the memory of the remote medical college in the northern ice port of the kingdom, although it was not easy to identify.

He confirmed his guess about the identity of this thing: "Yes, I think this is him, but not just him."

"I hope he repents for what he did in the flames of hell, but I doubt if there are any devils below who will accept this thing." Wadin looked away in disgust. Staring at this thing for a long time always has a disgusting attraction, just like looking at a whirlpool, you will be pulled into it and become a part of the distortion.

The priest's eyes kept lingering on Kraft, as if he wanted to see the young professor's attitude towards this, and as if he was confirming whether the person who woke up was still the person he knew.

"Poor guy." He commented, without gnashing his teeth, or even too much emotion, as if those things were exhausted in the long and terrifying darkness, "It would be ten thousand times better to die in that fire."

"Indeed, a pitiful guy." Kraft agreed unexpectedly, "He could have done more meaningful things and saved many people."

"He betrayed his vocation, betrayed his oath and principles, betrayed his pursuit in the first half of his life, and was hollowed out by the blind pursuit that overrides moral ethics."

The deep whispers drilled in from the gap in the soul, killing a professor who devoted his life to medical research from the inside out, using paranoia and desire to shape another thing, just like the monster that Yue Hai shaped with a human body.

This is sad, Professor Morrison is indeed dead, a complete death.

"But there is only one thing I envy him for."

"What?" Opposite the fire, the priest sat up and adjusted his position without leaving any trace.

"He has a very outstanding disciple." Kraft stood up shakily, holding the rock wall to stand firm, "I don't mean academically, of course, the disciple's academic achievements are not bad."

"His disciples have the ability to make correct choices independently, and will try to correct them even in the mistakes of absolute authority. Otherwise, our progress will be delayed countless times."

"It is a blessing to have such a disciple, and I hope my disciples can do it in the future."

"Do you think you will make a mistake one day?" Green confirmed that the person he was facing was awake, but a certain possibility in the words made him feel not very good.

It was like hearing the sound of a thin shell cracking in extreme silence. The new cracks and the old cracks intertwined into a mesh pattern, which was only maintained by a layer of egg membrane and fluctuated with the activities of the internal things.

"Who knows? People make mistakes, even saints will make mistakes." Kraft moved his joints to make his wet, cold and rusty body move again. "This is not a possibility, it is a matter of time, it's just a matter of size."

Kraft hesitated and took out long forceps and two small bottles from the best protected package on his body, used a long sword to open the puncture wound, probed deep into the depths, tore off a few pieces of tissue and threw them into the bottle for sealing and storage.

This behavior made Green's eyes twitch, and he was about to say something but stopped.

"Let's go, looking at these faces makes me uncomfortable." He has seen too many faces that are deeply distorted, and there are even more weird and abnormal ones, but seeing them for the first time in interpersonal relationships is another experience.

It felt like waking up late at night and seeing myself in a floor-length mirror, with an inexplicable panic attacking my heart

Some people say that people see themselves in others, maybe this is it.

Craft reached out and pulled Green up from the ground, ending his nap. He had stayed here long enough.

The team left the burning fireball and moved deeper.

After crossing a certain boundary, the stacked stone walls began to gradually become lower, and the gravel on the ground seemed to be getting thinner, until the things buried by them were exposed.

It was a pale and dark color with no end, extending under the feet, and the lightless black was mixed and melted into it, and it was stained and embedded with it, like a group of snakes entangled and biting each other, indistinguishable from each other.