Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

The sky falls, the sun sets and the moon rises, the city sinks into darkness, leaving only the drunkards coming in and out of the tavern, and a few unlucky ones who have something to do.

Two men in black robes stood in front of a hotel, the lanterns in their hands flickered, and their bodies were mostly hidden in the night, as if their two heads were floating in the air.

After dark, they found that the investigation was much easier. Craft was so busy that he certainly didn't have the chance to think about long-term housing, and he wasn't in the house provided by the professor, so he just had to look for hotels with lights on.

From the mouths of the students who had not yet left, they pieced together a route of Kraft's daily movements around the college. Thanks to Kraft's well-known reputation in the medical school and his relatively friendly approach, many people have said hello on the road. For those who are familiar with Wendeng Port, the scope can be narrowed down to a small size.

According to Liston's idea, just walk into the hotel and ask if there is a good-looking young blond-haired guest, and no one will be impressed by such a person.

After visiting several hotels, Lucius began to become anxious, but Liston was not affected. He was very confident in his judgment, and it was only a matter of time before he found Kraft's destination.

Of course, there is no guarantee that Kraft himself will be found, and if he is found, there is no guarantee that he will live or die. As far as he knew, Kraft was so rigorous in this kind of matters that he was almost harsh, and he never drank to cause trouble. Even if he was lying in bed with a broken leg, he would at least ask someone to bring a message.

The lack of any news can only mean that Kraft did not even have the ability to ask someone to send a message. It is difficult to imagine what happened, and Liston is not willing to imagine it. Both of them are deliberately avoiding the question.

Warm light shines from a door not far away, but there is no drunken noise of rude sailors. It is another hotel.

Liston pushed open the half-opened front door, took Lucius to the counter, and tapped the table, waking up the boss who smelled of alcohol.

"Accommodation?" The boss shook his head and opened his gloomy eyes. The dark clothes made him instinctively repelled. Black is often associated with some unknown rumors, and the late night visit added a strange color to them.

"No, we are here to find a friend. He has been missing for a whole day, and everyone is worried about him." Liston adjusted his black robe to let the boss see more clearly, "Blonde, very young, dressed like us The same black robe, do you remember it?"

The boss rubbed his eyes. It took his brain, paralyzed by alcohol, a few seconds to recognize the clothes of the college. The fatigue and drowsiness he had just awakened further slowed down his thinking. Lucius was about to speak impatiently before he realized what was going on. thing.

"Oh, I understand what you mean, but we have our own rules and cannot answer questions like this. Didn't your friend tell you where he lives?"

The boss, who is half an agency, quickly woke up and became extremely vigilant. He heard this kind of thing a lot, pretending to be friends or family members who would come to the door and ask if they had seen a certain person. If you are lax in your words, it will be difficult to do business in the future.

"＊＊!" Lucius angrily spat out a word that no one understood. It must not be a good word. It was probably the dialect of his hometown. From the short and powerful pronunciation, it could be vaguely guessed that it was related to reproduction. He found a chair nearby and sat down, leaving the negotiation to Liston.

The boss shrugged and didn't care. He had long passed the age of being angry about such trivial matters and only cared about his own business.

"Okay, that's what happened in those previous hotels, but let's take a look at this one?" Liston lifted his collar and showed his badge to the boss.

"I'm a lecturer at the college. My name is Liston. I run a clinic near the port. You may or may not have heard of me."

"But these are not important. As a well-informed person like you, you must have heard of the person we are looking for. His name is Kraft, and he is the one who can cut open the stomach and treat diseases."

"So?" The boss knew who it was when he heard the blond man and the black robe, but because Kraft never drank and bragged with other guests in the front hall, he never knew that he was the legendary doctor, "This has nothing to do with What does it matter to me?”

"He has been missing for a whole day and has been absent from very important things. We suspect that he had an accident." Liston stared at the tavern owner, trying to see something in his eyes.

The boss wavered for a moment and was inclined to believe this statement, but he still glared back unwilling to be outdone, "I can't believe you based on this alone. There are more than one liar who pretends to be an acquaintance."

After looking at each other silently for a few seconds, Liston began to become increasingly irritable. He repeated this process over and over again during several negotiations, which had exhausted the patience he had honed in his work in the clinic, not to mention that he was extremely annoying. Such meaningless pulling.

"Of course, I can understand what you mean, and I can't do anything to you, but I want to remind you that this guy is a noble, and his life or death is uncertain."

Liston pressed his entire upper body onto the counter. As a typical surgeon, he was tall and strong. He was much taller than his boss. From this angle, he felt even more oppressive. "No offense, if it's because of this sense of indifference What's the delay in meaning's stupid pull? I'm definitely not the one who's unlucky when his family comes to visit."

The flickering firelight cast changing shadows between his features, which seemed more sinister than fake sullenness. The lantern was placed heavily on the counter with a bang, startling the boss.

"Now, for the sake of our mutual safety, please remember carefully, is there such a blond young man living here for a long time, and you haven't seen him all day?"

As a doctor who has come into contact with all kinds of people, Liston is very aware of the rationality of this rule as a hotel owner, but he can't care so much anymore. Even if he threatens him with the unclear background of the Kraft family, he must Find someone as soon as possible.

"Can you guarantee that no one else will know about this?" When some unreasonable and shameless nobles might be involved, the hotel owner decided to back off. After all, this matter can be explained logically.

"I swear to Heavenly Father." Liston randomly picked the heaviest oath he knew. Anyway, he didn't like the church very much. It was a business without capital.

"What a bad luck." The boss stood up holding the counter and muttered, "I hope so."

"If I'm not mistaken, the person you're talking about returned to his room last night and hasn't left the house all day. Maybe he just slept all day."

He walked up the stairs, holding the rickety handrail. The wooden planks creaked under his feet, making people suspect that they would collapse under the weight at any time. "Come up, and leave as soon as you see your friends."

Lucius and Liston quickly followed and followed the boss to a wooden door on the second floor.

"Is this the one?"

Liston gently pushed the door panel inward, and as expected, it got stuck from the inside.

"I told you, he stayed there all day and didn't go anywhere." The boss leaned against the wall and looked at the two of them. "Sometimes I sleep all day long when I'm drunk."

Liston ignored him and knocked on the door, "Craft, are you there?"

"Craft!"

There was no movement at the door, and the room was still asleep. Lucius couldn't help but knock on the door, but received nothing but curses from other rooms.

The residents in the adjacent rooms were woken up, but there was still no sound in Kraft's room. It seemed that the owner was in a deep sleep after drinking and was not aware of the interference from the outside world.

Liston took two steps back. Just when the boss thought he was about to give up, he handed the lantern to Lucius and said, "Lucius, take it and stand far away."

"What?" Lucius didn't understand what he meant, but he still obediently took two steps back and stood next to his boss.

"Do you think Kraft is the kind of person who gets drunk and hungover?" Liston moved his ankles and put his fingers into his pockets. The sound of metal colliding inside helped him make up his mind.

"How is that possible? He's almost teetotal."

"I think so too!"

He took two quick sprint steps and jumped up in the narrow corridor. His body was flexible and showed good physical fitness shaped by long-term standing and physical work. He kicked the door near the bolt.

The door latch broke with a loud noise, sending small pieces of wood flying, bouncing and rolling around the room. The door bounced off the wall as it hit the wall, and the loud noise woke up the sleeping residents on the entire floor. For a while, there were endless curses, and several doors Opening it, a few disheveled people went out to check.

Lucius and the boss were still stunned on the spot, keeping their heads shrinking to hide. Liston took a lantern, blocked the rebounding wooden door, and walked straight into the room.

The quilts on the empty bed were piled in a pile, with an indentation wide enough for one person in the middle. The pen and ink and the blank new paper were still on the table, but the user was nowhere to be found. A black coat hangs on the wall, with Kraft's lecturer's badge pinned to his collar.

There was no place to hide a person in the simple room. Liston lay down beside the bed unbelievingly and used a lantern to illuminate the bottom of the bed. There was only a small box for storing sundries.

"what's the situation?"

He stood up and looked at the window and found that it was blocked with wooden bolts from the inside. This was a space that was completely sealed from the inside. Kraft walked into the room, locked the doors and windows, lay on the bed for a while, and then...

Disappeared?

Liston walked around the room with the lamp in hand and lifted the quilt. It felt a little heavy in his hand and did not match the thickness of the quilt.

Twist a corner lightly with your fingers. The fabric feels sluggish and seems to contain moisture.

"Lucius, come and touch this." Liston waved to Lucius who had just arrived at the door. The latter was still immersed in shock. For two days in a row, he discovered the violent side of the lecturers, which had a great impact on him. .

Putting down the quilt and closing his eyes, Liston felt the room with his skin and mucous membranes. After losing his vision, the imperceptible humidity became more obvious. The invisible thin water mist deposited was completely different from the environment outside the door, as if coming from another world.

I was rushing in the car and hotel, so I should have sent it earlier, but...