Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Kraft sent Green away who was reluctant to leave his job, sincerely hoping that God would bless him to recover his health, or that the deep beings would let him go because he did not want to work remotely.

The process of being approved to leave temporarily was very short, and there were very few things to pack. After about half a day, the two of them packed the priest and his luggage into the car and drove them to the suburbs outside the city.

A place with a pleasant environment and away from crowds is suitable for adjusting your mental state.

Kraft watched the carriage disappear at the end of the square, and after telling Brother Wadding to contact him more often, he took the carriage back to the clinic.

The demand raised by Green really touched him, and it should have been the most basic demand.

The reason may be that due to the existence of spiritual senses, Kraft rarely had the idea of ​​"I need to make a special instrument for evaluation."

Just like hearing people, it is difficult to describe sounds to deaf people. The latter cannot understand how vibrations that are not easily detected by the most sensitive skin can be accepted and interpreted as extremely rich and different information across a long distance. .

There has to be something that allows people without special senses to "see" the impact at that level.

According to Kraft, we have to start with the only black salt known to react to this.

From another perspective, this seemed to mean that Green had agreed to conduct research on the deep products. He could legitimately work on the samples without worrying about how to explain what he was doing to the visitors of the Inquisition who suddenly came to the door one day.

Thinking of this, Kraft felt that time could still be squeezed out and devoted to his second most important hobby.

Of course, to be on the safe side, this cannot be done in a clinic.

After finishing his day's diagnosis and treatment work, he took Kupu with him and went to the vacant experimental floor of Dunling University again to start trying.

The new assistant watched the professor open the mysterious box with three layers of packaging inside and outside, and swept away the well-stuffed wood chips and cotton padding.

As if sensing the impending reappearance, rhythmic sounds begin to emerge, disturbingly tapping the eardrums as the compartments diminish and become clearer.

They were two thick-walled glass bottles. The contents inside were not pharmaceutical preparations, but some kind of indescribable amorphous living thing. The semi-liquid form adhered to the walls of the bottle and contracted, and the hard object wrapped in it repeatedly knocked on the glass. produced that sound.

What particularly surprised Coop was that he felt strangely familiar with them. The deep, scabbed and healed memory scars began to ache again, awakening the inevitable physiological discomfort.

"Did you go over there again?" Although there was no direct connection in the outline, the weird white surface and curly soft posture made it easy for him to connect it with the thing that invaded the dream.

"I hope it was really brought back from there." Kraft observed the status of the two samples, selected the one that looked more active, fixed it on a stable hardwood base, and clamped it with a snap buckle.

In addition to preparing the things on the experimental table, he also lit a fire on the small stove he brought and started to boil water.

"Unfortunately not, I picked it up from the sewer."

"I thought this kind of thing would only appear over there." Coop felt itchy on the soles of his feet, thinking of the intricate and omnipresent drainage system below. It was really scary to stand on the ground in this city.

Theoretically, if they are determined to reach the ground, you may encounter a huge shock in the sink where you wash your face in the middle of the night, just like slugs on a rainy day.

"It's true that the place of origin is over there, but there are always people who like to introduce species." Kraft took out a few grains of black salt of similar size and placed them in glass dishes at different distances from the sample. "There is also a large one below. Well, fortunately they can’t come up yet.”

His preliminary plan is to examine which activities of deep organisms cause the liquid transformation of black salt, and how the effect decays with distance.

Although you can use yourself as the source of influence, it is not conducive to eliminating the interference of subjective factors, and protists should be qualitatively different from people who have been changed. At least Kraft has not found that he can use dreams to pull people into that place. Bian's magical ability.

You have to find a subject without complex conscious activities to do the experiment.

They used ink lines to draw a large checkerboard grid on the table to facilitate calculation of the distance between the black salt and the sample. Then they covered the glass bottle with a cloth cover and waited for changes amidst the clicking sounds.

To avoid as much influence as possible, Kraft sat in the far corner of the room.

He originally wanted to wait next door, but the samples could not be left unattended, and he was worried about leaving Coop alone with these dangerous items, so he finally stayed.

Then came the long wait. After reversing the time of the hourglass five times, the two of them used the lens to observe the black salt on the table.

The conclusion is that there is no change. From two grids away to the edge of the long table, the black particles are as sharp and angular as obsidian chips.

Unsurprisingly, if deep creatures could cause melting by just moving a few times, all the black salt scattered everywhere would have liquefied and merged into the water, bringing everyone into a dream.

"what's next?"

"Next, I hope it will be more active and show some extraordinary abilities." Kraft poured hot water into the sink and handed it to Coop.

"Just start with physical stimulation. Don't worry, it's definitely more heat-resistant than you think."

The organisms that were soaked in the water tank with bottles have indeed shown new trends.

At first, like the instinctive reaction of most creatures, it struggled violently, boiling and rising, restless like grease thrown into a wok, and struggled to hit the bottle wall to find an exit.

After less than ten seconds, it realized that this was futile, shrank away from the heat source, and became quiet as if resigned to its fate.

Just when Kraft thought that was the most the sample would react, some changes in color were noticed.

The wet and pale surface becomes dull and the reflectivity decreases, forming a shape similar to the thick cutin in the most worn parts of the body, wrapping the internal structure.

This thick layer of "old skin" limits its activities, creating the illusion of "quietness", while active biomass is still flowing internally and brewing new tissues.

"It's amazing..." No matter how many times I see it, I will always think it is a miraculous creature.

The barriers to differentiation do not exist for it at all. Through its innate ability, it can shape any organization like putting together building blocks to make it meet real-time needs.

What can be seen through the translucent skin is that the supporting cartilage is relatively fixed in shape, and the slender and hollow one is the delivery pipe. The slightly darker liquid inside is pushed by its own contraction.

And the bundles that provide it with rhythmic contraction...may be some kind of tissue similar to the myocardium. Only the myocardium has this kind of self-discipline.

Craft was so mesmerized that he temporarily forgot what experiment he was doing. He can understand those who are attracted to it because he sees more in it.

Diabetes, heart failure, chronic renal failure, and various irreversible diseases may become diseases that can be completely cured - just direct the differentiation of new tissues to replace them.

"It's broken. Now myocardial stem cells have become a reality. They will surely shock the academic world in a thousand years."

"What are you talking about?" Coop was confused by his employer's sudden excitement and didn't know if he should hand over the lens at this time. "Can you take a look at this? The black salt closest to you seems to have changed a bit."