Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Chapter 81 Mid-Autumn Festival Extra Events from the Past

[——] I often reminisce about my short life, especially late at night when everything is quiet. I ruminate on the past from my not-so-rich experiences and taste some flavors that I didn’t realize when I was scribbling through the day.

Since childhood, he has been a "mediocre good student". My grades are better than the average classmates, but not good enough; I am willing to listen to the teacher, but I am not completely obedient; I sometimes have self-discipline, but it is difficult to last.

Like most people who are stuck in the middle, it is difficult to achieve upwards, and his meager talent makes him unwilling to accept the status quo. He wastes time with intermittent efforts, creating the illusion of occasionally getting out of embarrassing situations.

Of course, it is no surprise that he performed at a mediocre or lower level in the exam that determines his life, and he reached the point of choosing his future in a daze.

Then an accident happened as expected. Among the many tangled choices, a medical school with a very official name appeared. It incomprehensibly matched his score line, and even had a lot of money. He stated his graduation destination and directly joined the job. Home less than five minutes away from the unit.

With the blind recognition of the medical profession by his family and a little bit of his own yearning for literary and artistic creation, this school that he had never heard of before went straight up and was pulled to the highest level of priority.

Looking back, [——] I still haven’t figured out why I put several obviously better luck options to the back of the queue, so I chose it without hesitation.

When this question first surfaced in his mind, he was already sitting in the back seat of the car on his way to register, leaning on the rolled quilt. In the document bag was the admission notice sent two months ago.

To be honest, his first impression of this school came from the ivy-covered walls. Outside the school gate, he could see the entire green surface of the square building. The intertwined broad leaves cover the exterior wall of an indescribable style, making it even harder to judge the construction period here.

It looks like an old-fashioned teaching building that was popular at the end of the last century, but on the side facing the square with lush flowers and trees, a bold structure in a geometric modern style is designed, as well as a row of large glass sliding doors.

[——] Go around the boulder with the school motto engraved in running script and enjoy the shadows cast by the buildings along the edge of the square. It seems that because of the large number of plants, you can still feel the refreshing coolness in the hot months.

The stone steps in front of the building have undergone visible repairs and were smoothed and polished with cement. Later, it cracked and shattered again during long-term use, and new cement was promptly added. Because the color was different from the original, it looked a little awkward and eye-catching.

After staying in the school for several days, he saw in the official information that lacked a sense of existence. The school history alone was available for nearly a hundred years, and there was no way to know it going back further.

From black-and-white to simply colored photos, people with unclear faces and different costumes stand in front of the school gate where plaques are being replaced, and the scene inside the school cannot be seen in the background. No one could tell him whether these buildings had been torn down and rebuilt over a long period of time, or whether the repeated application of cement and dense climbing plants had obscured their original appearance.

As for the first impression, this place gives [——] a very good feeling.

Ivy is his favorite plant, especially the large ivy. The lush vines that climb to the end of the high eaves hang upside down, with many thin branches and new leaves. They are as plump as green stalactites growing on the building.

Great, he thought, this is where I came from. [——] I was so mesmerized by these green buildings that I missed the fountain in the square that is only open for half a day every year during the New Year celebrations. I never had the chance to see it again after several years.

Perhaps out of a love-for-all mentality, he burst out with amazing enthusiasm for learning professional courses. He rushed between different floors of the building day and night to get to the classrooms for elective courses.

Even though I later heard that these courses were actually useless except for earning credits, there were still special notebooks transcribing some drowsy contents.

The busy days made him quickly become familiar with the school. This familiarity also included the buildings whose age could not be determined.

They are actually a square shape with a small open-air garden carved out in the middle, and the wooden benches where moss and fungi grow are neglected. The four sides are fully and effectively used, and offices, teaching and experiments are all co-located in buildings with the same appearance.

The two adjacent buildings are named after the word "real", each with a word. For convenience, they are usually called A and B. Compared with Building B, which has no curriculum, Building A, which offers elective courses, is more familiar.

Building A is also where the offices of the teaching groups of anatomy, pathology, medicine and surgery are located, while the rest is reserved for large classrooms and teaching laboratories. As a freshman, a few experimental classes and weekly evening classes are held here.

After every evening get out of class, his high enthusiasm for learning made him never miss the opportunity to communicate with the teacher, and the young teacher was happy to answer him. He benefited a lot from the inspiring teaching. He sometimes lost track of time and was unaware that all the other students had left, leaving the large classroom on the second floor empty.

Thanks to this move, when he was summarizing lecture notes alone one time, unknowingly, after nine o'clock, the alarm clock sounded to remind the library that it was about to close, but the lights in the large classroom were still on.

"Oh?" [——] raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. This place is too remote, and the closing bell that can ring throughout the square cannot reach it. The classmates and teachers in class have also left for a long time, and he spent a rare quiet time.

There is no need to go to the library to fight for tables with pairs of "self-study" students, and there is no need to go back to the dormitory to discuss volume issues with roommates who prefer stereos to headphones. It is more comfortable than going to the animal room and sharing a room with rats. It doesn't close after nine o'clock.

He realized that he might have discovered a school bug, a perfect self-study classroom that did not open the door at night and only one person knew about it.

This idea excited [——]. In the next few days, the night study position was completely moved here, and the alarm clock was pushed back by at least two hours.

Every night after everyone left, he turned off all but one of the extra lights in the large classroom. Enjoy this paradise to yourself in an empty building.

Under the last light in the classroom, he sometimes feels that he is on an isolated island in the sea, far away from the whole world, and no one can disturb him from wandering in the professional knowledge that he is willing to invest his whole life.

The coolness of the night gave him a clear mind, and his thinking efficiency was greatly improved in Ninghe. He turned over page after page of "Systematic Anatomy", and those obscure and awkward nouns and the positional relationships described in the words were engraved in his mind, just like the proverbs carved in The school motto is as solid as stone.

He experienced the joy of answering tricky questions without thinking, and the joy of getting top grades. But more than ever, it is the joy of learning knowledge itself.

Under the solitary lamp, the time he stayed was increasing day by day, and the number of pages in the book was increasing simultaneously. There are times when I look away from a large text, my mind is running inertly, and I am still reading something silently.

Overall everything is good, except for a minor annoyance caused by a recent hiccup.

This pure land was actually not as quiet as he imagined. Everything is quiet. If you stop writing, close your eyes and take a nap, and your breathing becomes inaudible, the "noise" covered by the noise during the day will become obvious.

Although it was small enough to be drowned out by the sound of a pen scratching across a notebook, its intermittent presence was still noticeable and made it jarring in the quiet night.

At first he thought it was tinnitus or auditory hallucinations caused by being in a silent environment for too long, and tried to get rid of it by reciting it softly.

However, after attracting attention, the noise can no longer be ignored. [——] will subconsciously look for its existence and identify the location of the sound source. After a few days of this, he had become quite sensitive to it, and he could vaguely feel the sound of friction coming from downstairs.

This location on the first floor is not a large classroom, but a room with a large iron door. He must have heard someone tell him what kind of teacher's territory it is. There are so many teachers in this building that he can't remember which one it is. class.

He often sees animals taken out from the animal room on the playground and sent to the first floor. In addition to entering the teaching laboratory for students to practice, it is not impossible for them to be used in teachers' projects.

Anyone who has been to an animal room knows how noisy rats and mice can be, and those noises can be the cute little rats nibbling on small cylindrical feed. Considering that they don't have much time to continue making trouble, it would be ridiculous to argue with some rodents who have a short life. It is definitely not because he is the "illegal occupier" here and he feels guilty.

It wasn't a big deal after he got used to it, and that kind of noise became his companion during self-study. Every night between writing, he imagined that there were a group of small animals downstairs to stay up late with him.

A relatively irritable white mouse, a relatively docile rat. Just knowing that other living things existed relieved the loneliness, so much so that I had to listen to that sound every night when I went back.

After realizing its existence, the large room on the first floor that had no sense of existence in the past gradually came into view. He took a long detour and went out from the corridor on the other side to observe along the way.

Unlike other classrooms or laboratories, this room has fewer windows and more exhaust fans. The design of the room seems to be independent from the building and become its own entity.

Looking back on the months I spent in and out of this building, I never saw the big iron door being opened, nor did I see anyone coming in or out.

This question has always stayed in the bottom of my heart, [——] continued to enjoy his evening self-study with a very small amount of noise, and occasionally wondered why it was intermittent. Could it be that experimental animals also make intermittent noises?

By the end of the final exam, he hadn't thought about these things clearly, and he hadn't met the teacher who managed that room.

The day before the holiday, [——] went to find a familiar instructor to fill out an application for staying in school. A printer malfunction forced the two of them to go downstairs to find the printing room, and they happened to pass by the first floor. He thought about it, raised the questions that had troubled him for most of the semester, and talked about the small murmurs at night.

"So which teacher does this room belong to?"

The instructor looked at the room with a more puzzled expression than he did, "You can also say he is a teacher..."

In the end [——] failed to get the application form for staying in school, and did not get an answer. After a five-minute phone call, the instructor warned him not to do such a waste of electricity in the future and to go home immediately.

As for knowing who the teacher was in the room, it happened later during the "Local Anatomy" experimental class.

He would rather wishfully believe that it was the intermittent muttering noise made by the poorly operating exhaust fan blades. After passing through the many obstacles of the wall, it sounded like teeth grinding on a hard object.