Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

They were emerging from that gray hell, and the dusty yellow color they had been tired of for weeks had never looked so lovely.

The ominous color of weathered bones gradually faded away, which was undoubtedly a good sign, but the length of the transitional section was still beyond William's imagination.

In my impression, just a short while from top to bottom, those grayish whites occupied the entire surface of the cave wall. The return at this time took much longer than when it came, and the stubborn burr-like white spots are still clearly visible.

These irregular spots were distributed upward, as if they were assimilating to expand their range. He even suspected that on some trend that could not be observed with the naked eye, the gray was rising and would one day reach the surface.

It makes people think of tinea depigmentation, which erodes the surrounding normal skin, and this land is already extremely diseased, and it is unknown when it will start to spread from the inside to the outside.

Even though he would never see that day, the thought made him feel chills and deepened his fear of land.

He quickened his pace, moving closer to Kraft. In order to save torches, they decided to light only one at the same time. Now it was Kraft's turn to light and lead the way, and this person's condition could not be said to be very good, and he did not have much energy to pay attention to whether William could keep up in time.

When the white color almost completely disappeared from the field of vision, the two came to another section of chaotic dead end with stone folds.

"Wait, let me rest for a while." Handing the torch to William, Kraft sat down against the vertically wrinkled rock and shifted his position uncomfortably.

I pressed my knuckles on my forehead, slightly loosening some of the tight wrinkles. My headache symptoms were subjectively better than before, but there was an uneven spot on my back that was annoying.

He touched the slightly convex spot, and felt a different touch from the surrounding area in his palm. It was not a bulging rock surface, but a somewhat prickly grainy texture.

"What is it?" Kraft stood up and looked behind him. It was the third color besides gray and dusty yellow, an imperceptible touch of fine green, distributed in the form of scattered crystal dots.

Because it is too small, it is difficult to detect in the light of a torch, roughly like quartz particles in granite.

This is so rare. As a more eye-catching and soothing color, green is difficult to miss.

"What kind of mineral does it seem to be?" William came close to the grain, rubbed it with his fingers, and licked the rock powder on it. "It is something that is not often bought and sold, otherwise I would definitely recognize it. The taste is a bit familiar. But I can’t remember clearly.”

"I advise you to get rid of the habit of using your mouth to identify ores as soon as possible, otherwise something will happen sooner or later." This action, which touched the nerves more than the pain, seriously disturbed Kraft's calm state, and his expression of disgust twisted into a ball.

"If I can live through today, I will remember it." William dusted off his hands, chose a place to lean on on the other side, and then found a similar piece of jade green next to his feet.

The boots cover it nonchalantly, obliterating it from view, out of sight, out of mind. At this moment, William had already eliminated several gems he knew. Besides, it’s hard to see the sun tomorrow. Who cares about minerals that have no value in collecting?

"Take a break and forget about this." He raised the torch to take over the guard post, allowing Kraft to get a better rest within the limited time.

The latter can't stop for a moment during high-intensity activities, and so far he has not shown any intention of reaching his limit. Such a tenacious mental state is like a man who is still alive and kicking after half of his blood has been drained, and says that he can still go through bloodletting therapy again.

In William's opinion, the facts are so unreasonable, and Kraft's condition is improving at a visible speed. He quickly released the fingers that were rubbing the side of his skull, focused his divergent eyes again, and held the object in his sleeve before William's breathing had calmed down.

"The next section is up there. We can return to the living world." He held William's hand and pulled the captain up from the ground. He had plenty of strength.

William learned his lesson this time and immediately closed his eyes when the feeling of reverse falling hit him. He successfully avoided visual confusion and waited on the spot for Kraft to light the torch and illuminate the stable environment.

They were back, and although there was no visual distinction in William's opinion, returning to the normal world still made him feel more comforted, giving him a sense of homecoming comfort.

However, as we moved forward, the changes around us became unfamiliar.

The previously inconspicuous green spots on the rock wall gradually increased, forming obvious angular blocks. Like a sugar cube rolled in the dust, the bright color unique to crystals flows through the corners as the light source moves.

The reflected green light lights up in turns as the torch passes by, jumping out from the edge of the field of vision like a needle, flickering uncertainly. As the tunnel meets another ascending road, it becomes increasingly dense, in keeping with the rich ore character that has always characterized the South Downs.

The cave builder did not pass through when entering this place, but directly rammed into the mine tunnel diagonally. It expanded into parallel and disordered transitional sections like intestinal repeats, and then drilled back into the deep layers, leaving behind a space that looked shaky. .

Deep cracks that need to be stepped over are densely covered in the cave wall, intertwined like a spider web, peeling rocks are piled on the ground, and rich bright green crystals can be seen in the cross section.

When setting foot in it, you need to be careful where you step to avoid being scratched by sharp edges, and be careful not to slip and fall into the gravel pile lined with crystal clusters and corners.

William picked out a piece and looked at it. The texture of this gem-like mineral was brittle and soft, and it was often broken and broken. Some of it was ground into light green powder, which fell when he picked it up.

The green crystals didn't match up with the several bulk minerals that had been transported in my impression. Instead, these powders unexpectedly awakened some memories, and they should have encountered them somewhere.

I put it under my nose and sniffed it. The dust made my nose shrink and I sneezed several times, but I didn't smell anything.

Seeing that Kraft was in front and had no time to pay attention here, William wiped a layer of mineral powder from the crystal surface and curiously licked it with the tip of his tongue.

This is a tried and true method. After all, the forms of minerals are varied, and the finished products obtained by different collection methods are even more diverse. In addition to appearance and feel, it is important to have an additional identification method. Experts usually have the ability to make preliminary judgments through taste. Whether it is possible or not is another matter.

Of course, it's best not to do that when you're on the ice.

"Bah!" William spat out the mineral powder in his mouth. It has a slightly astringent taste, and after it dissolves in saliva, there is a very faint rusty smell. It does have that impression, and I should have tasted it myself.

He thought about it as he walked up the half-collapsed cave. Kraft stopped without warning, bent down and picked up something.

"Don't look at it. I think I have encountered this kind of mine. Give me some time and I will remember it." William stepped forward and took the object in his hand. It had a smooth curved surface, which was not like the feel of ore at all.

Although it has been broken into pieces, it can still be seen that it is incompatible with the surroundings. It is a material formed by firing clay.

The relatively uniform thickness and remaining arcuate segments showed that it came from a larger whole and was probably an artificial object. He looked at Craft in disbelief for advice, "Pottery fragments?"

Kraft nodded in agreement, "The workmanship is quite good, not like the clay pots used to hold water."

"What does this mean?" William didn't understand how the well-made pottery could appear here. His intuition had already advanced to an ominous premonition. It would definitely not be a good thing to find something unexpected here.

The good thing was that his doubts soon disappeared. Not far ahead, a strange-looking pottery remains appeared in front of him.

It fell from the base of the blackened stone barrier, at least one-third of it was directly smashed, and most of the remaining body was destroyed by falling rocks. The transformation from "piece" to "tan" in terms of quantifiers was basically completed. .

As far as the remaining parts are concerned, there should have been a large belly and a...long neck? The hollow cylindrical part above the ground is one section of this neck.

If you consider its original shape in this way, except for its size, it is surprisingly similar to Father Adrian's retort bottle. The strange structure is definitely not a container for normal daily use.

When the two of them approached, a crackling sound burst out from the soles of their boots. Kraft raised his feet to check the soles and found that they were not mineral particles, but another kind of debris, which was covered by dust.

He buttoned off a small piece that had been dug into the sole of the shoe, and the upper layer of skin on his finger was scratched, "Glass?!"

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——Introduction——

"My Wasteland Life"

This is a chaotic wasteland world,

Extraordinary elements are the condiments in this world,

The ancient gods put their dreams here,

Chen Zhu is running around in the world with a gun.

How about trying to catch a god today?