Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

By the time Kraft came out of the room with a few books under his arm, the box had already been transferred to Lucius. Liston supported the wall with one hand and looked very tired, but he still stared here.

"Indeed." Kraft put the book into the box and echoed his thoughts, "I read what you said. The professor is doing some strange things and unusual research."

To Liston, he was actually explaining to Lucius. Kraft pondered for a moment and continued with a more neutral evaluation:

"You know, when people are a little confused, it's like a terminally ill person who suddenly sees a little hope of survival. No matter how ridiculous it is, they are willing to give it a try."

"For many smart people, there are things more important than life and pleasure. They take these goals too seriously and can use all means and at any cost, whether it is themselves or others."

There was a long silence, maybe everyone had expected it, but when this moment really comes, it always takes some time to accept the fact that that person is the source of everything.

Liston took the initiative to change the topic and turned to the matter itself, "So are these some kind of evil spirits or something like that?"

"The good news is it's not an evil spirit."

In the concept of the church, all supernatural powers, except for the stories in the holy scriptures that clearly indicate the power given by God, are the means of evil spirits and devils to induce people to commit sinful acts. The professor's behavior somehow fits this statement.

"The bad news is that this may be much more serious than evil spirits, and I can't figure out the logic. I just know that Professor Kalman wants to get something subversive through this method."

"Even if the price is so many people?" Lucius shuddered, closed the lid of the box, and sealed the books inside.

He is the one who has spent the longest time with the professor among the three, and he also thinks he has a deep understanding of him, ranging from his research direction to the fact that he likes to add a few spoons of honey to his tea.

The strong contrast caused a huge split in the image in the mind. After the professor came into contact with this object before leaving, he underwent a transformation-like change. A completely unknown person was born in the original body, and he spent a few days with him. I felt nothing inside.

Even if it was right in front of him, he didn't want to open those books to find out what temptation changed the professor. At least for now, Lucius still feels that some principles should be above all else.

Looking away, Lucius handed the box into Kraft's hands, "See you tomorrow, I think I need to go back and relax."

The figure in black robes walked away in the blood-red evening light, his steps brisk and powerful, just like when Craft first saw him in Saint-Simon Square.

Only Kraft and Liston were left at the scene. The latter had just recovered from the mental shock and sighed: "Lucius may not know what he missed. Do you think he will regret it in the future? Wait until As I get older, I find I can’t make any progress.”

It was Lucius who was talking about, but he did not look at the back of the leaving figure. Instead, he stared at Kraft, paying attention to his reaction. It would be better to say that he was doubting himself and questioning Kraft.

"I don't know. I'm still young. I have a lot of time to think about this problem." Kraft has never been good at looking at people, let alone seeing them from teenagers to old people. He couldn't answer this question, so he simply Answer the question with the question, "Why did you come to medical school before?"

"Uh... It's hard to say, maybe it's my father's influence?" Liston didn't expect Craft to talk to him about this.

"I'm not afraid of making you laugh when I say it. He is one of those 'outside' doctors, do you understand what I mean? After working with sailors and hired workers all my life, I finally realized one day that my future in the barber shop is limited if I continue like this, and I am too old. So he spent most of his savings to send me in."

"Barbershop?" This was the first time Kraft heard Liston talk about his past. This path was really a bit wild.

Liston was not embarrassed, but laughed to himself. He rarely talked about his family with others in the college, and having someone say this made him feel better.

"Yes, surgery was like this before the appearance of "The Structure of the Human Body". In other words, there was no so-called 'surgery' at all. It was just legal killings using knives and irons to amputate people's limbs. Maybe it would have been worse to have left them alone. Faster, or amputation will lead to death faster."

"He thought there was no future for me. He asked me to go to the academy to at least do better than him. To be honest, after more than ten years of studying and trying, I don't think I have surpassed him much."

Talking about this, Liston did not shy away from being dissatisfied with the current situation and shook his head, "I don't dare to count the mortality rate of secondary amputation caused by the rot and suppuration of the wound, or the amputation being too short, or the deterioration of the condition. There is also a clarification The problem of operation time that can only be solved has greatly restricted everyone's performance, and now there is no solution."

He used a calm tone to describe these insurmountable obstacles, bloody wounds, and necrotic lesions. He had seen enough when he was young. If nothing else, we have to wait and see for a few more years.

The patient holds the amulet of the double-winged circle in his hand and sprinkles holy water on the wound. Those who have some savings will ask the clergy to recite a few words. From being repelled at the beginning, he now doesn't care. Sometimes he feels that the clinic is like a small church.

The words of those days still ring in my ears: we must do better. But the more I study, the more I realize how difficult it is to go further. The limitations of treatment methods and the rejection of social ethics made him feel that there was no hope.

"Has there really been any qualitative improvement over the years? I don't think so. Even if Edward is resurrected, it won't be able to solve it. Just turn to the last page and see that this book was also written by him."

"Um?"

"If you want to go further...they have all embarked on this path." Liston was filled with emotion. "To be honest, I can understand them. I can't lie to myself and say that if I are given a chance one day, I will definitely be able to be like him. Lucius refuses."

Kraft listened to his narrative quietly and did not make any moral judgment. "Going further and using it to save more people sounds very logical?"

"right."

"Why save more people?" Kraft continued to ask.

Liston was suddenly stuck. This question was too unreasonable. It seemed wrong to talk about morality, and it was even more impossible to talk about common sense.

"The essence of this problem is that you regard yourself as a higher being who can distinguish the value of life through quantity. But for a thing that is higher than society and transcends ethics, how can human life have any special meaning?"

He patted the box, and the heavy books locked inside made a dull sound, "And I am full of hope for the future. I believe that I will be able to do it sooner or later if I don't take this road. Even if it takes a long time, the sand will smooth out our tombstones. The name and epitaph on it.”

Kraft saw firsthand the incredible pace of medical advancement. High-tech is replacing and popularizing faster than electronic products. Various fields are changing with each passing day, and a clear path lies before us. He was neither confused nor afraid, and knew that every bit of his work was catalyzing the arrival of that day.

This world lacks a corresponding foundation, and there is no point in contacting it too early. It will only evolve into a small-scale miracle that knows it but doesn't know why.

His almost blind confidence made Liston a little envious, and he couldn't help but be led astray by him, diluting his doubts about himself and his future.

"So sure?"

"If it doesn't come true, you can come to heaven or hell - if there is one - and point your finger at my nose and scold me for not letting anyone exchange human life for knowledge." Kraft said jokingly, "Of course. I won’t admit my mistake until then.”

He lifted the box onto his shoulders, paid Liston the money for the purchase, said goodbye and left. Then he stopped a cargo carriage that happened to be passing by at the street corner, negotiated the owner's last business deal of the day, and took it back to his new residence on Elm Street.

After he left, the hired hands moved the things to the upper floor as instructed, including the canoe, which was small enough for only one person to sit on, and placed it next to the bed in the attic.

Starting from the first floor, bolt the door and every window and hang a bell.

The large bear traps were broken open and placed in front of the door and window in sequence. The finger-thick fixing chains on both sides were hammered into the wall and floor with long iron nails, arranged according to bear hunting standards.

Generally, an animal four or five times the weight of an adult would step on it and keep it, but it would not come back. The misaligned iron teeth can directly embed into bones and tear blood vessels. Anyone with a nervous system will die from pain and blood loss. Judging from that guy's preference for using human tissue, it's probably possible.

After arranging the doors and windows, Kraft still felt that he was not reassured enough, so he randomly arranged the remaining clips on the corridors and stairs.

The backup means are several fish spears. This kind of fishing equipment with a rope attached to the back is shaped like an ordinary short spear. The difference is that it is not taken out normally, and the formidable barbs can be used by sailors to spear sharks.

Craft tried one on a plank wall and couldn't get it off. The rest were tied to the pillars in each room, otherwise it would not be certain who would pull whom. The last person who was pulled out of the boat by the big fish and drowned was still laughed at in the tavern.

Boxes of fish oil cans were taken out and lined up neatly beside the bed. Several flints, fire sickles, braziers and torches, and oil-soaked cloth as kindling.

Once it's fixed, it's time for the fish oil to come into play. At this point, brittleness becomes the advantage of inferior clay pots. Throw it, break it, and light it.

Again, I have never seen any human tissue that can withstand this. Even the bones contain considerable organic components. If you are lucky, you can leave relics in such a violent burning - if it can have them. .

The most expensive ones are a few iron chains that block the door and corridor, making them unsuitable for creatures larger than humans to pass through. The same bell hangs from it, and it can no longer pass silently through any internal gate.

When things got desperate, he could rely on these arrangements to delay for a while, go see the broken celestial body and send himself back.

After walking around with the candlestick, Kraft wrote down his arrangements one by one and engraved them into his mind. He lay down contentedly at the bottom of the big bed in the attic, hugged his sword and closed his eyes. On the bed was a human-shaped quilt wrapped with a large number of iron nails and splinters of wood.

We can no longer let it wander around and make trouble. We have to take a heavy blow against this insidious thing and let it see the malice of human beings.