Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"Put it hard this way, don't hit the bottle in the corner." The person directed the delivery worker to avoid the odds and ends at his feet and move the heavy box upstairs. This is already the third trip in the afternoon.

Lucius picked a box against the wall and sat down, holding a glass of water and blowing on the hot air. It was handed to him by Craft, a notoriously tidy man who was wary of the Elm Street well and insisted on boiling it before handing it to him.

Even though he had a sore throat after explaining at the well for a long time, he could only take a small sip. It was hard to tell whether he drank more water or dried up more saliva.

Today's trip is not difficult. A nobleman with a sword and using his family's reputation as a guarantee to build two new wells nearby is quite convincing, and all they have to do is to temporarily walk a little longer and change Go get water elsewhere.

In addition, the strange "sleeping sickness" has caused people to panic for a long time, and various rumors are flying around. They are more pervasive than the salty breeze and more barnacles growing on the rocks. Naturally, many of them claim to be related to the well water.

At this time, an academic person with a noble background came and told them that there was a problem with the well water, which somewhat alleviated their fear of the elusive and unknown things.

In fact, the people living here certainly don't know what is wrong with the well water that can make people sleep for a long time, nor do they know what the academy studies, nor do they understand the differences between different nobles.

But at least the people in Wendeng Hong Kong have heard of such an academy and know that this status is very powerful. If you really don’t know, you can take a look at the sword, which may help you understand the problem effectively.

Lucius only had to take over after Kraft's mouth was dry and explain it clearly to the people who came after him, including explicit or implicit hints about his identity. It wasn't too difficult a job, at least it was much better than he imagined. .

After sighing that certain identities are very useful, he took another sip of water. The warm water slid down his esophagus, and warmth spread in his stomach. In the cold season, it is really good to hold a cup of hot water.

They were in a small three-story building on Elm Street that Craft had just rented, not including the attic.

The person who built this house obviously didn't think carefully about the site selection. It was stuck on a small site between two old houses. The walls on both sides were attached to the houses next to it. It had no choice but to develop upwards, resulting in a rare situation. Flat and elongated structure. Excluding the stairs, there is only one room and a narrow corridor on each floor.

The cramped space means that there are no windows opening to both sides on the first and second floors below. Windows are only opened on the front of the house. The lighting is very poor. Even in broad daylight, you have to go up the stairs in the dark.

At the same time, due to space constraints, the stairs were made quite steep. When going upstairs, you have to use your hands and feet without bending.

Combining these factors, plus the fact that it is right next to the salt tide area, the rent of the house has been suppressed to the point where it makes everyone cry when they see it.

The original owner of the crutch swore to them that there was no other place in Wendeng Port that was so cheap except the salt tide area. If he could find it, he would immediately lower the price to even lower than that.

Combining his experience of almost falling down the stairs and the image of the landlord, Lucius wanted to turn around and leave, but Kraft was unexpectedly very satisfied with the house and decided to rent it for a month on the spot. He even felt that Kraft Ford had the idea of ​​buying it outright.

Based on his usual understanding of Kraft, the price factor was not the reason, but he could not think of any other reason to choose this building that might affect the upper limb bones, lower limb bones, skulls, ribs, and all bones of the residents and their protection when going downstairs. Accommodation where soft tissue has serious adverse effects.

"Give way, borrow it."

Lucius put his feet away and let the hired man squeeze past. He didn't see the list that Kraft gave to Liston, but it was too much, and it didn't look like he was hoarding daily necessities for a long stay here.

The fourth group of hired workers carried the box up, their shoulders sagging slightly under the weight, and a slight sound of metal collision came from inside the wooden box.

Out of an idler's curiosity, Lucius followed up and patted the box. A more obvious metal sound came from inside, "What is in here?"

The employee obviously thought he was the manager here. He unloaded the box and leaned it against the wall, pretending to be chatty, and took a break by answering his questions.

"There are not many people buying some clips in stock. It's rare that someone wants so many this time, so I just sold them all at a low price." He wiped the sweat from his head and dug out a pile of old things before carrying them to the buyer's designated place. It's not an easy place.

"Clip?"

The employee's answer went beyond any of Lucius's guesses. In his mind, the largest clip was no bigger than the palm of his hand. So how many clips should there be in a box?

"Yes, clip." He shook the box, letting Lucius hear the clanking of the large iron items inside. "To tell you the truth, it's not a good material, it's ugly, but it's better because it's used in sufficient quantity."

"Sounds small?"

"Of course, the bear trap cannot be small. I heard that there are bears in the mountains that are taller than humans. This is not the biggest one."

After the hired man finished speaking, he carried the box and continued upstairs. Lucius looked at the box in shock and couldn't imagine what Craft was going to do with these murder weapons.

Heavy footsteps kept ringing upstairs, as more people were placing various items on the upper floor according to the employer's wishes. At least ten such large boxes had been carried up.

The faint sound of conversation came from the attic: "Yes, I want this, and there should be more...will it arrive in a moment? No problem, just deliver it before the sun sets."

Lucius couldn't sit still now. He opened the box that had been placed under his buttocks, and a smell of grease wafted out, accompanied by the smell of salt and fish. Neat little jars are arranged among them, sealed with wooden stoppers.

Picking up one of the cans and removing the cork, the strong smell that escaped reminded Lucius of what it was.

A whole box of fish oil.

Take the oil extracted from a fat fish called "sunfish". Its taste is extremely bad because of its excessive fat and strong fishy smell. In Wendeng Port, where there was not much food shortage, it became so disgusting to humans and ghosts that it was developed for this purpose.

Facts have proved that the oil made from unpalatable fish is not popular either. Even when used as lamp oil, the burning smell is pungent.

Once, he had the misfortune to take a bite of a dish cooked with this oil. It was like there was some greasy and fishy film covering his tongue. Even after rinsing his mouth several times, the bad feeling it caused could not be washed away.

The only advantage of this kind of thing may be that it can be easily ignited, and it can be soaked in a small amount of tinder, and it can burn with just a little spark. There is a joke in the harbor that the whole boat was burned down because the sunfish was placed too close to the brazier, although the authenticity is doubtful.

After closing the box, Lucius was ready to go upstairs to see what project required these things. Just as he started to walk up the stairs, a weak voice came from behind.

"Is Craft here?"

"Yes, come in yourself!"

Turning around and looking at the door, a child wearing wear-resistant linen clothes poked half of his head out from behind the door. He seemed to be coming from a hired worker's family to help. Perhaps frightened by the impatient tone, he shrank when Lucius looked over.

Although slightly agitated, he calmed down and adjusted his expression as he walked down the stairs so that he wouldn't look too scary to the child.

"That's right. Congratulations on finding the right place. You did a great job. What's the matter?" Lucius gave a barely passable smile and asked in the gentlest tone possible.

The experience of dealing with children with intussusception taught him something, such as how to communicate with children correctly and effectively.

"Someone gave me this and told him to come here to find a man named Kraft and tell him to go to a place immediately." The child opened his palm and there was a copper coin inside. "And he said Kraft would give me another one. "

"Where?"

She raised her little face and looked at him without speaking.

"Okay, okay, it's quite smart." Lucius found a newly polished copper coin and handed it to him, "Look, is this good enough? Tell me what that person said."

The child happily took the money and stuffed it into his pocket. The sensible behavior of the man in front of him won his trust, and he even forgot to ask if it was Kraft himself.

"He said to go to Pelican Street and find him at the third door on the other side of the tree, that's all."

The smile gradually disappeared on Lucius's face, "Did that person say his name?"

"Ah, by the way, I almost forgot about this. He also told me that Liston asked me to come. That's all." Probably because he got paid but didn't get the job done, the child turned away embarrassedly. .

"Thank you, you did a great job."

The child who had brought the message ran away happily. Lucius watched him go away with a solemn expression, silently thinking about the location, "Pelican Street, at the other end of the tree, the third door?"

It's not because he has never heard of this address. On the contrary, he is so familiar with this place that it is impossible to forget it. He goes there several times every year, but it has become the last thing he wants to hear at this time. a place.

Professor Kalman's house.

Looking up, the dark and steep stairs wind up, and the noise of moving heavy objects is still loud, and sometimes there is the sound of knocking and talking. No one seemed to notice the small conversation taking place here. Everyone was busy with their own business and had no time to be distracted by anything else.

In the attic on the top floor, Kraft should be arranging his unknown purchases and decorating this new place to stay.

Lucius walked out of the front door, closed the door behind him, picked up the water glass, and took a sip of the already cold boiled water.

Elm Street is not long. Looking to one side, you can see the baker Brad's house where they visited last time. Beyond these houses, not far behind is the salt tide area. The unique salty smell that is not easy to detect comes from that direction. You don't need to see it to know its existence.

It's a wonderful feeling. Just across the street, there's a completely different environment that you can't see. Just like the salty smell wafting over, it is easy to ignore it in your consciousness if you don't pay attention. However, you know that it is real, and so are its residents.

Lucius took another sip of water, sipped it in his mouth for a while and then swallowed it. The cool liquid moisturized his lips, tongue and dry vocal cords. Shout out the attic window:

"Craft, it's urgent!"

Knowing that a more powerful and indescribable existence is watching this level brings a large number of observers from another world, lingering at an undetectable perspective, leaving some traces.

Activity: +10

San value: -100