Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"Uh...ahhhhhhhhhh!"

The mixture of facial arthropods in the gaps between the huge scales paid attention to him during the brief encounter, releasing invisible but tangible mental pressure. The clusters of arthropod barbs conveyed the desire to seize something from him.

Intuitively, William experienced the feeling of being stuffed into a washing machine hundreds of years in advance, and even added a few extra spoonfuls of bitter and irritating laundry detergent. In particular, this washing machine is still falling freely in the air, and at the same time, the scene of deep nightmares shocks the eyes, which has a unique flavor.

The surrounding environment is in a superposition state, transforming from the original cave to a cracked and widened form. The changes in the world are reflected here, that is, the handwriting on the "upper layer of paper" is pressed to the "lower layer of paper", like some kind of The process of stripping and reshaping is very similar but not completely corresponding.

The worst part is that he couldn't faint again. The chaotic consciousness finished the whole process of losing control and fell, and it ended with a maddening sudden stop. It felt like his soul was shaken away.

The hands on his shoulders were released, allowing him to stumble a few steps to regain his balance in the dark environment, and he impatiently lit the fire for lighting.

The flames stained with grease and fuel gave a slight sense of security, illuminating the figures of the two people. The darkness outside the aperture was calm, and there was no sign of anything emerging for the time being.

"Craft..." William wanted to ask if the thing above had passed, but his companion's silence made him notice something strange, "Are you okay?"

Kraft did not give any explanation for the uncontrolled fall, nor did he light the torch first. He just stood there, slowly raised his hand, and wiped the side of his jaw that was not illuminated by the fire with the back of his hand, as if to wipe away the movement. Sweat.

However, his face was dry as usual, and the temperature in the cave made it difficult for him to sweat.

Kraft stretched out his hand into the firelight, and the bright red liquid wet the back of his hand and dripped from his fingertips. The neckline on the backlit side is bright red.

"It's not bad." The mandible is a complete piece, and it inevitably involves the other side when making sounds. We can only limit the opening and closing as much as possible, and make a vague sound from the throat. "But it's not much better. Please help me look at the wound."

He turned to William, who then saw the wound - a horizontal finger under the left ear, almost cutting off the earlobe, passing diagonally forward and downward through the right branch of the mandible, and it seemed that the remaining wound was not exhausted and extended to the neck.

But the large red color made it impossible to confirm the injury here. Even if the torch was held close enough to dry a few blond hairs, only a blood film slowly flowing against the skin could be seen.

"Maybe it hurt the blood vessels in the neck." William hurriedly pulled out an unknown piece of cloth, trying to wipe away the blood and observe the condition of the wound.

The dusty hand was blocked, Kraft tilted his head, grabbed the wrist without even looking at it, and moved it and the suspicious cloth away from his face, "No, in that case the blood will spurt out. Get to the top of the cave and immediately fall down.”

After saying this, he calmed down for a few seconds and regained his language ability from the pain, "There is a small bag under the torch, take it out."

The condition of my neck was unknown, so I didn’t dare to press deeply. The effect of compression to stop bleeding was quite limited, but the degree of bleeding was indeed reduced. I don’t know whether it was the coagulation effect or the effect of compression.

He picked out a small bottle of liquor from William's spread bag and poured it on the wound, then wrapped himself in a clean cotton cloth into a ridiculous shape. Fortunately, the teacher was very careless when teaching head and facial bandaging.

"I never thought that one day I would use it on myself!"

Thanks to his spiritual senses, he is not only provided with the ability to break through darkness, but also an enhanced sense of distance from a special perspective. The cognition of space no longer comes from the indirect transformation of visual images, but jumps to the direct understanding of three-dimensional space.

This allows him to guide his actions through this accurate, timely and blind-spot spatial cognition, accurately grasp the timing of his moves, and pay attention to every movement of his limbs and faces, thus achieving a similar appearance of short-term foresight.

Of course, this is just an appearance. It is impossible to predict the results of reckless and risky actions. It can only provide the movement trajectories of the arthropods bursting around, giving the mind enough information to conceive and implement countermeasures in a short period of time.

It was not unexpected that he was not able to escape completely. In other words, being able to dodge several limbs that were moving in disorder at the same time at that moment was already a high-level performance. It was unexpected that he was not caught in it.

In the haste and injury, the level jump was affected, and he almost lost control, falling at a much faster speed than he imagined. He almost thought he would go straight to the second level.

"Are you ready?"

Without time to wait, Kraft held William's shoulders. The environment was stabilizing, indicating that the thing had left.

"You really don't want to take a rest?" William's eyes widened. The current situation was like a coachman who drove the carriage out of the cavalry at full speed on the mountain road, casually hammered two nails into the cracked axle, and invited him to get in the car for another ride.

"I think you can wait a little longer..."

The world turns upside down, and the feeling of falling in reverse washes over the senses. He realized that this didn't seem to be a consultation with him, but a tactful notification before starting.

Kraft had his own idea. He had to return to the present world and leave the mine before the time limit for his mental senses came. Otherwise, he would have to stay in the depths for an extra half hour to deal with the negative effects of the closure.

If there was another sound of arthropod walking during this period, and there was another race, he would really have a mental breakdown.

He led William to move towards the present world.

At the same time, the consciousness is consciously feeling the speed, comparing the time it takes to travel between levels, and the subjective experience.

Craft tasted something of a habit.

A habit like walking on two feet accumulates during the shuttle and penetrates deep into the body. Previously, he was able to stabilize his progress during a sudden high-speed fall, just like when he suddenly stumbled, his balance reflex automatically controlled his muscles to deal with it.

The balancing reflex is something inherent in human beings, and when he mobilized his mental organs to use this geometric prism of unknown origin, a similar phenomenon also occurred.

He tried to speed up, and while William was spinning and screaming like an inverted roller coaster, Kraft felt like a toddler, trying to swing his legs faster.

The limit has not yet been reached, and he is so accustomed to this movement that he doesn't even feel any discomfort, and his mental senses faithfully feedback the changes in depth.

He was running, advancing at an unprecedented speed between levels. A burning and cold feeling came from the wound, seeping into the body or deeper. That habit also penetrated deeply into the mind, such as nerve reflexes gradually improving with growth and development. into the body.

It was certain that some kind of change had occurred, that quantitative changes had accumulated into qualitative changes, which had been induced and catalyzed by injuries and hasty dives, manifesting themselves as a habit of going deep and shuttle, but he still couldn't understand what this meant.

For the subjective consciousness, it only knows that it is running. A toddler accidentally gets a push one day, and passively leans forward under the balance reflex and takes long strides to run, thus knowing that he has already The "walking" phase of learning was completed during the exercise.

A ray of cold and thin light appeared in front of my eyes, cooling my retinas that had been tortured by firelight and shadows all night.

Kraft let go of the prism and enjoyed the hard-won moonlight. It pours from the unobstructed exit, paving a gorgeous green and silver-white trail on the crystals on the ground, leading to the sky of the world.