Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

When Witcham created the fourth set of glass instruments, William found the enemy who paid the most money, and the sailors spent all their money at the service place; the experiment with too intense sound and light effects finally took off.

"Slower, slower." Kraft pressed the priest's hand to make the flame farther away from the clear bottle. This set of instruments has been the first to use the latest batch of white glass, allowing them to observe the internal operations more clearly.

The heating props were also replaced with alcohol lamps. Although the flame was not ideal due to the cotton wick material, it was much better than a candle.

Thanks to the reappearance of green vitriol oil and the high experimental loss rate, the instrument was upgraded to three generations within two weeks, from a special-shaped turbid glass retort to a white glass three-neck flask with a catheter.

Glass craftsmen who have served the church handmade the pipe. Under the colored light projection of the rose window of the church, the senior priest who has served the Lord for more than ten years blessed and consecrated it, and it is full of metaphysical elements.

Supplemented by the guidance of someone's chemistry knowledge from the Three-Legged Cat Middle School and the operational experience of not using it a few times in total, it is proved that metaphysics is not worth half a copper in the face of objective practice.

Relying on time, finding the feel, and a little bit of luck plus the probability of accumulation of times, this early amateur laboratory temporarily said goodbye to explosions and found a clever balance.

A very small amount of light, clear liquid is stored in a translucent dark glass bottle.

"Move it a little further. The outer flame is still on the bottom of the bottle, and that circle has the highest temperature." While controlling the cold water to be poured on the conduit, Kraft also instructed the priest to adjust the flame.

Adrian stabilized his sore arm and moved the lamp down a finger.

Over the past few days, I have found some patterns in my failures. What Kraft requires is not like alcohol. The higher the temperature of the distilled liquor, the more likely it is that the product will be less and the distillation will be repeated several times.

He vaguely realized that the bottle would form another invisible product when the temperature was too high, which was probably related to the previous two explosions.

And if the temperature is low, as long as it is not too low, the liquid can still be produced at a speed that is too slow to be easily observed.

In other words, the temperature would rather be low than high. The best idea is to heat as slowly as possible, prolong the heating process, and consciously reduce heating when there is obvious output, so that the temperature hovers within that mysterious range and at a lower level.

The idea is right, but the actual operation is very problematic. Adrian would directly pull away and use part of the flame to heat it. In his understanding, the temperature was inversely proportional to the distance between the wick and the bottom of the bottle.

So the truth is that he has been using the inner flame for heating, and when he wants to cool down, he switches to the outer flame for heating.

"Pull away, pull away!"

Kraft discovered this during a discussion between the two after the second explosion and corrected this typically counterintuitive error.

The priest decided to accept the suggestion, but when he was in a hurry, he still did the opposite. This was the source of the third explosion.

Under Kraft's careful supervision, the efforts of the past few days finally bore fruit. Although this fruit is still green, and I am not sure if it is the one I want.

A small amount of liquid rippled at the bottom of the bottle, feeling like it was about to float away at any moment. He quickly pressed the cork on the bottle and blocked the alcohol lamp that the priest came over to illuminate it.

"that's it?"

"That's it... right?" When I was in school for souls from another world, the only places where I could see ether were the magical handkerchiefs in movies and TV shows.

In the operating room, various emerging and safer anesthesia methods have long replaced this substance. Anesthesiologists will no longer be accidentally interrupted by patients with hypotension, respiratory depression, respiratory obstruction, or even the explosion of an electric knife while playing with their mobile phones. .

So in fact, Kraft only remembered the text description of the properties, and had a very limited understanding of safe dosage and usage methods.

For the sake of rigor, he needs to do several animal experiments first to find the dosage range, and then slowly extend it to the human body after maturity. This will be a long and tortuous process, but the power of sleep has indeed been stolen by humans, and it is in this little bottle, held in his hand.

First portion of ether.

"I really don't know when you will be endowed with practicality." Kraft flicked the bottle, and the glass made a clear and sweet tinkling sound. He reluctantly put the bottle into a separate compartment in the cabinet. The conditions and the dark circles under his eyes did not allow him to continue.

The night was dark, the church not far away was quiet, and the bell had rang midnight for a long time.

The nightmares that lingered recently had no tendency to dissipate, which reminded Craft of those diseases characterized by repeated fevers. Latent lesions are like insect nests that produce batches of harmful substances and pathogens. The symptoms are caused by their activity. sign.

However, apart from the listlessness caused by lack of sleep, no physical abnormalities were found.

The symptoms created a growing sense of urgency, and work hours increased instead of decreasing. Considering he had no idea how to undo this state, he planned to complete the most important content before possible deterioration.

Kraft put out the alcohol lamp, and left the laboratory with the priest in the moonlight, going to the first floor to rest - Adrian slept in the bedroom, and he borrowed the lounge chair in the living room.

This is not self-torture. A position suitable for getting up quickly can give the soul holding the sword a sense of security.

"I wish you sweet dreams, Father, and let us witness the miracle again tomorrow morning." Kraft laid the sword horizontally on the armrest and said good night to his experimental partner.

Adrian held the door, his eyes lingering on the scabbard and the scar on his face for a long time.

"I want to say..."

He wanted to say something about Kraft's current situation. Including his tired and excited mental state, his refusal to allow others to approach him in his sleep, his seemingly never-ending experiments, and the topics he talked about privately when he boarded the ship to visit his old friend, who entrusted him to keep an eye on Kraft.

"I want to say that as a doctor, you should know your physical condition better." Adrian felt that there was an unspeakable reason behind the matter. When talking about this matter, William rarely lost control of his emotions, like the afterimage of a zigzag line after looking directly at lightning, which stuck in his eyes for a long time.

"May Heavenly Father protect you in your dreams." The priest formally drew a circle in front of him, closed the door, and no longer disturbed Kraft's rest.

"Thank you." The person on the recliner nodded to him and closed his eyes quietly. Adrian knew that this was just a symptom. He could always hear strange noises coming from the living room after falling asleep, with few exceptions.

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Kraft opened his eyes and habitually drew the sword from his waist.

The human form with a carapace fell into the dust. The proliferated bone plates of the spine replaced the skin and covered the back, canceling the innate physiological curvature and merging into a long curve, like a curled insect.

The package was spread out on the ground, with blades, tweezers, and retractors arranged neatly, as if he was about to dissect it.

From a scene perspective, it's very reasonable. There was no one around, no classmates forming a circle to compete with him for position, and no anatomy teacher suddenly attacking from behind. The environment is comfortable, even too comfortable.

He looked at the long sword in his hand and wondered why he had to take out such a heavy, blunt instrument. It was probably used to open shells?

No, of course it can't be like this, Teacher Jie will kill him. Craft retracted his sword and bent down to pick up the scalpel.

The moment his eyes left the anatomical specimen, he heard the sound of hard carapace sliding on the sandy surface.

The ricket corpse stood up stiffly with contracted arms that could not fully extend, and its hollow and hollow face turned to the living.

The hole with jagged edges leads to the interior that swallows the light. Corrupt liquid and a sense of being noticed like a sight flow out of the skull. It stood up and walked towards Kraft. The speed of the walking corpse was almost deliberately designed to leave time for thinking and escape.

The burqa billows, blocking the view.

The coat only had one tie at the collar. Kraft, who didn't seem to react immediately, turned his back to the target to untie the knot and threw it out to block his view.

Then he draws his sword and goes through it. The clothes covering the enemy's face will conceal his movements, and the guy who thinks he has succeeded will be strung together with the cloth.

It hit the hard and cold rock with seven points of force.

Kraft sheathed his sword in defense, the environment was dark, and in the intense reaction, those parts outside the narrow focus were removed and replaced like stage scenery. The previous step was in the earth-walled courtyard of the settlement under the crescent moon, and the next step with the advancement of the sword was into the lightless mine.

Vibrations travel through the rock layers like thunder rolling through cumulonimbus clouds. The terrible force, parallel to the sound of the trumpet, opened the jaws, valves and mouthparts towards him.

It appeared closer than ever, forcing Kraft to escape, using abnormal means that transcended the concept of space and the most direct way to escape.

He held the polyhedron in his sleeve tightly, aware of the tight distance, so close that the time left for him to think was compressed to the limit. The consciousness was running, finding flaws in the hasty thoughts, and found the source of the comparison of "closer".

【Dream】

"Damn it, stop it!" His mental senses turned on reflexively, and before impulsively activating the shuttle with all his strength, Kraft blocked the process in time.

The wooden feet made a sore sound as they dragged on the ground. The old mortise-and-tenon structure groaned under the load. The body bounced off the recliner, and the sword fell and hit the feet. The rapid wheezing and coughing wandered around the living room, like ghostly footsteps wandering late at night, suddenly stopping.

In the space where the doors and windows were closed and there was no light, Kraft accurately touched the scabbard that slid a few steps out on the floor.

【Spiritual Senses】

For example, a person who wakes up from a weightless dream will subconsciously move his hands and feet to continue the actions in the dream into reality. He also subconsciously activates his spiritual senses.

Kraft seems to have found an ambiguous "meaning" in these illogical nested dreams.

The spread of spiritual senses combs through its territory, from the feet to part of the second floor space, and the material structure information is poured into the consciousness regardless of whether it is useful or not. This is why the spirit cannot sustain it for too long.

He shook his head and took one last "look", ready to shut down and endure the side effects.

At the edge of the sensory realm, the location of the second-floor laboratory, the unexpected presence of moving animals allowed Craft to pause the closing process. They were two regular, long strips with movable joints, the rest blurring out of scope.

【leg? 】

The owner of the two legs walked around the room quietly, and finally came completely within the range of his spiritual senses.

The human figure stopped in front of the cabinet. This thin and flexible figure definitely could not be a priest who got up in the middle of the night to steal wine.

Facing the cabinet full of bottles and cans, he was obviously very confused. As for Father Adrian and Kraft, one was too lazy to take care of it, and the other remembered every bottle, never labeling or writing notes.

In desperation, the uninvited guests decided to identify them one by one. Starting from the smallest bottle that was placed alone, I opened the cork, used a contemporary identification method, put my finger on it and licked it.

It's a bit sweet, maybe it's what the employer is looking for, smell it again to confirm.