Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Liston looked at the stairs covered in shadows. The thin wooden frame could not block anything. There was no doubt that there was nothing there.

The room fell silent for a while, and even the boss turned his head and followed Kraft's line of sight to the old staircase, looking for what he was pointing to in the shadows swaying with the firelight.

In silence, Lucius glanced at the stairs and then back at Kraft, convinced that he was indeed pointing to that side, observing something that could not be seen, and others were also beguiled and turned their attention to him. A question is treated as some kind of irrefutable statement.

Thinking of Kraft's sword without warning, slashing with a cold light towards a wooden board and an enemy he didn't know what it was, Lucius couldn't tell whether it was hysteria or whether there was something invisible lurking around. Long.

"There's nothing there."

It was Liston who broke the emperor's new-clothes wait and said, "Do you feel any fixed patches in your field of vision? I know this happens to some people who have suffered trauma."

Kraft's attitude did not seem to be hypocritical, but Liston did not find anything on the stairs, which made people suspect that it was organic damage caused by external force impact. Such cases are not uncommon in the clinic.

Those who suddenly fell or were hit by heavy objects may suddenly and permanently lose some ability after waking up, such as vision, hearing, or they may no longer be able to speak a complete sentence and behave strangely.

Some people interpreted this as the invasion of the soul by evil things, but Liston scorned this. Evil spirits would not rely on external injuries to harm health every time. This must be caused by damage to human body structure, but his ability is not enough to make empirical conclusions.

Unintelligible paintings, identifying something invisible, probably where Kraft was injured after falling from the second floor. According to the humoral theory, as long as the congestion in the body is released or waits for it to dissolve on its own, the mind can be restored. Qingming.

However, the closed windows and clothes soaked by the seawater still remained unexplained. Liston was unable and unwilling to delve into these details on his own.

"So do you remember how you slept from the bed in the room to the back alley?"

"Back alley?" Kraft's face showed a slightly confused expression that quickly dissipated, "Oh, that's right, back alley, I jumped out of the window..."

He closed his eyes and searched for the chaotic memories in his mind. Although only the most impressive ones were left, the step of jumping out of the window could still be recalled.

"Why do you do this? The height is not low." Liston asked. Unlike Lucius who was secretive, Kraft appeared to be more candid, perhaps because he had not yet recovered from the chaos he had just woken up from.

"water."

Lucius handed Kraft a glass of water. He took a sip and added an explanation, "That's not what I'm talking about. I mean there is water down there."

“There’s water under the window and in the back alley?”

Without thinking, Kraft wanted to give a positive answer. There was undoubtedly a record of this in his consciousness.

The moment before he spoke, Kraft felt that this inference was very strict. If there was no water below, it would mean that he jumped down because his brain was filled with water, and he was very sure that it was not the latter.

However, he got stuck, his logic stuck at a certain link, and he found that he had blurred the boundary between dreams and reality.

"wrong."

"Isn't there water under the window?" Liston was confused by the tossing and turning of words.

"Everything is wrong!"

Kraft said loudly, with a ferocious and confused expression, as if he was fighting with himself. The focus of the conflict made him realize that he had not fully woken up, or that what he was experiencing was not a dream at all.

He was in a transitional phase from a largely forgotten experience to the normal world, where his acceptance and habituation to everything he experienced was still there, but his memory of it was fragmented.

Break free from numbness and calmness and re-examine the “abnormal” parts of your surroundings. Spiritual senses, half-dry clothes full of salt grains. The period between lying on the bed and being found in the back alley was connected by the remaining dreams.

Based on these current judgments, he had just experienced an abnormal phenomenon that had a material impact on the real world.

【Turn it off】

The remnants of the dream continued to remind me, urging me to push away my mental senses, but it was already too late.

A severe and familiar headache struck, disrupting his thinking. His senses were confused for a moment, his mental perspective was pushed away, and he returned to normal vision.

The feeling of cramped confinement and the discomfort of withdrawal made Kraft understand why he was so impressed by the time spent controlling the use of his mental senses.

In the eyes of others, Kraft suddenly clasped his face with both hands, letting out a painful gasp as if his trachea had been cut open. His slender fingers bent hard, as if he wanted to tear the face apart from the middle, releasing the soul suffocated in the small space.

Lucius and Liston reacted quickly, lifted him onto the table and lay him down, and unbuttoned the two buttons on his collar so that he could breathe easier.

But Liston soon discovered that Kraft did not have the symptoms of purple lips and deep heaving of the chest like other patients with dyspnea. Instead, he showed rapid breathing, which was more like an extreme reaction when he was overly nervous or mentally agitated.

He tried to pry Kraft's hand away to see the state of his face clearly, but Kraft's burst of power far exceeded that of him and Lucius. Even if he had already consumed a lot of energy, the two of them couldn't do it together. Hold down Kraft, who was writhing like a dehydrated fish.

"Calm down, Kraft! You're okay!"

The considerable force made Liston feel relieved. After all, this was not the strength that a critically ill patient could exert. It looked more like hysteria. However, he was not working on the medicine with Romulo. He could only look at Clara. Ford continued to roll on the table.

The only thing he could do was to hold him by the side to prevent Kraft from rolling off the table unconsciously and causing secondary injuries, which would cause even greater trouble.

Fortunately, the situation was not urgent enough to require Liston or Lucius to use a three-legged cat-level internal medicine method. Kraft relieved himself after more than ten minutes and slowly calmed down.

"Uh, I'm really sorry. There was a little problem." Kraft turned his head and pressed the left side of his face against the cold table to eliminate the remaining pain.

The pain just now awakened some more distant memories. It seemed that not long ago, he was lying on the table, surrounded by discomfort and headache. The place was darker and more humid, and he could hear the sound of water close at hand.

Some shadows were shaking in front of me. Those cold outlines came from another place similar to the current world. They almost overlapped with the images in front of me, but they were more humid, darker, and almost indistinguishable.

[Tide, creeping, soft body]

Thoughts emerge like broken teleprompters with fragmented contents, accompanied by scattered images that are inverted and defective.

"You don't look as relaxed as you say."

"I know, but I do understand something."

Kraft can boldly infer that there is no connection between the salt tide area and the abnormal phenomenon he just experienced. You would not believe it.

Considering that I have lost most of my memory, I must have been in contact with another level, and the big circle full of cracks I drew as soon as I woke up is the last and clearest part of my memory.

[Celestial body, falling in reverse direction]

Since there is a reverse direction, then there is a forward direction?

Recalling the feeling of falling before being approached by a malicious object in the salt tide area, there is reason to suspect that the feeling of falling is a somatosensory illusion produced when entering the deep layer.

On the contrary, it can be analogized that falling in the reverse direction means leaving the deep layer.

The matter was quickly clarified. I entered the deep level and then returned to the present world through something like a celestial body. This circle was my description of its image, and it was the content I wanted to retain most before I lost consciousness.

So the question is, how did you get in?

Just like the time in the salt tide area, the feeling of falling occurred while half asleep and half awake.

[Falling, white light, creeping singing]

It was no accident that after leaving the salt tide area, the soft and malicious thing emitting white light followed closely. This time it dragged itself into a more stable depth, the cold and damp place in the memory.

The boundaries between dreams and reality, spirituality and matter are blurred, and experiences on the “other side” are fed back to the present world. The salty waves of the sea shattered the barrier between the two, passed through the originally clear boundary, and wetted his clothes.

What Liston said was true, and he followed the actions he took in another dimension and was moved from the room to the back alley.

Kraft realized the seriousness of the problem. This was a very bad sign, breaking his long-held belief that the deep impact on the world was limited to the spiritual.

In other words, his perception of "reality" is biased by hundreds of millions of points, and neither side is more real, both are material.

And if you can be pulled deep into the depths and soaked in the water there, will all this be reversed?

Can the things over there also enter, at least close to this level, when the barrier between the two is weak? After all, if you don't "get close", how can you pull yourself over?

"We're in big trouble, Lucius, how long have I been asleep?" Kraft endured the discomfort, ignored Liston's obstruction, jumped off the table, and almost sprained his foot.

"Counting from last night, it's a whole day."

"Did you tell them not to drink the water from the well today?" Kraft put his knuckles on his forehead and asked a question he already knew the answer to. If Lucius went in alone, he would definitely not be able to get out. .

Lucius shook his head, "I haven't waited for you to come to the academy, so I came to find you first."

"You should be lucky that he caught me, otherwise you would still be sleeping in the alley now." Liston interjected, he had not forgotten the reason why he came, "Due to your current health condition, I suggest you sit down and tell me What happened to me, maybe I can still help.”

"I need to change places." Kraft glanced at the stairs. After turning off his mental senses, he never found anything there again. The vague squirming feeling just now seemed to be just an illusion.

"One more thing, is this table for sale? I want to take away the first painting in my life."