Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"That pagan didn't take the body away?" The iconic circle symbol, but without wings, was obviously a corpse left by a member of the pagan.

According to Martin, it took at least one night for them to find the scene after they realized something was wrong. No matter how slow the other party was, there was no reason to leave the body with its identity exposed in the same place.

This is the core territory of the kingdom, where the nobility and the church are the most powerful. Who would want to turn themselves over and go against them? If it really had this ability, it should not be called a pagan religion, but should establish its own branch and change its name to a Protestant religion.

"Diego didn't give them this chance. This was the most correct thing he did." Martin looked at the corpse in the box, or to be precise, the sword wound on the corpse's chest, "This is the most important one among them. Among the corpses of cowards with their backs turned, Diego was the only one with his sword pointed at him."

"I wanted to know why an unarmed man could scare off armed soldiers, and why my friend had to kill him."

He knelt down half-kneeling. His hands, which were not very flexible due to the armor, deliberately avoided the wound. He pulled at the red-black soaked and dried-up cloth. After several attempts, he tore open the clothes on the corpse's chest to reveal the wound more clearly. , "So I discovered this. Even though I didn't study it in medical school, I knew something wasn't right."

Kraft knelt down next to him, took out his mask and gloves, and looked at the fatal wound.

From the outside, the entrance to the wound is not that big. It is a horizontal wound with regular edges, about one finger long, parallel to the ribs, and opened in the fourth intercostal space of the left chest near the sternum. If nothing else, it is literally sad. Yes, there was a lot of bleeding.

The scene must have been exaggerated at that time. A large amount of blood was pumped out from the still contracting heart, and the blood volume dropped off a cliff. The free fluid spurted out from the wound, or accumulated in the pericardial cavity and chest cavity. In a few seconds, he Just lost consciousness.

This is not surprising, what is worth noting is the white substance on the wound. There are not many of them, they just attract attention as a special color in the red and black. At first glance, I think they should be the dirt accidentally stained during transportation, but it is difficult to think of anything that is such a light silk. Mist.

It is similar to the threads of a spider's web in an unknown corner, but it is denser and hazy, with inexplicable regularity in the irregularities, like a certain plant growing randomly on the land.

And this kind of intertwined white filament exists just around the wound, from dense to sparse. The shape does not conform to the appearance of sticking to the outside world, but more like... from the inside out?

Kraft pressed the edge of the coffin and looked closely at those strange strands. They were indeed not floating on the surface, but penetrated deeply into the cut surface of the wound, forming along with the chest wall tissue. In many places, they were so thin that they hung like gossamers. on attachments.

These weird things filled the wound like tangible smoke, blocking the view behind the silk screen.

"The sword was still inserted into the wound when you found him?" Kraft wanted to use his hands to separate the wound, but he couldn't bear to part with his gloves, so he had to break a grass stem and put it on the outside of the silk screen to slowly rotate. The white silk strands looked like The texture is equally fragile and has a certain stickiness, making it easy to roll up.

Pulling out the sword blade can easily shatter this soft structure, which only appears after it is packed and packed.

"When I pulled the sword out, there was still some on it. There must be more inside." Martin shook his hands in disgust, shaking off the invisible feeling of rejection and discomfort. He always felt that something would crawl up like insects during the contact. body, getting into the gaps in the armor.

"It's growing."

"Yeah, when we threw him in the box, I don't remember that much." Even for a person who is used to seeing life and death, this situation is too scary, like a plant that uses the human body as soil , Martin couldn't imagine what it would be like to have something alive taking root and sprouting inside of him.

"Have you ever seen this kind of thing? What kind of disease, or curse or something?"

"I don't think so," Kraft replied unsteadily.

【have】

A certain voice gave the opposite answer in my heart. It had no origin and could not be caught by consciousness. Like other inspirations that were combined and collided from the pile of information, it was fleeting and there was no way to trace the cause and effect.

"What about the others?"

"They are all dead, including those heretics. There are no fatal injuries on their bodies. They are in other boxes." Martin stood up and walked to other boxes to pry open the lids one by one, showing the sleeping corpses inside, with a consistent look on his face. A contradictory expression of hope and pain and discomfort.

He lowered his voice and whispered side by side with Kraft: "These are the only heretics I can deal with. No offense, I often heard that in medical school there is a way to look inside the body of the dead?"

"Where are the others? I mean they went with Diego." Craft did not deny Martin's statement, "They are all the same?"

"It's all the same, a shameful death, with your back to the enemy. Unfortunately, you didn't escape far, and your death was worthless." You can hear the contempt and ridicule of those who escaped from the battle. These two intentions are deliberately strengthened to cover up their hidden intentions. The hidden fear below.

He could vaguely realize that Diego had encountered something that could destroy the morale of the entire team. He regarded common sense protection as nothing. Even the armor could not make him feel safe in front of this long-dead body. After all, there was " Part of something alive.

"all?"

"After checking, there are still several people who have not been found, including one of Diego's followers. Maybe he escaped when he was attacked, or died in a place we don't know." Martin was also helpless about this, and The environmental characteristics of the Westminster area include large forests and green seas. It is not difficult to follow the team's movements, but it is difficult to blindly search the entire area.

Standing among the corpses with strange expressions, Kraft thought for a while.

It does take a little bit of further evidence to capture slippery inspiration and transform it from amorphous to logical solid information.

As for the reasons, you can find a lot of reasons, such as what has already been involved, the need for project support, and getting into the circle. But this couldn't hide a certain thought that had been stirring in his heart. He really wanted to know what was going on.

There is a connection, like the slight sweetness of carefully chewing rice grains, which makes people can't help but continue to search for that distant feeling and grab it in their hands.

"Find a convenient place to deal with it and go to the workshop to find my servant. He knows where my tools are." Squatting down next to the corpse of a pagan, he examined the face of an ordinary farmer with no features. "It's a pity that this set of tools cannot be used on living people in the future."

"You will have a better set soon." Martin promised, picking a lucky person from the uneasy-looking soldiers and leaving the eerie courtyard to get the tool set.

It was a very Westminster plan. Kraft nodded with satisfaction and pulled out a flat wooden bar with rounded ends from his breast pocket, which he had just picked up from the workshop yesterday.

"I'll take a look here first."

He skillfully inserted the wooden stick into his mouth, pried open his teeth and pressed down the tongue surface, and observed the internal situation by the sunlight above his head. Cause Martin described the situation, the most convenient way is to inhale what causes death, you can start from the mouth and nose.

He felt an uncomfortable sinking feeling under the tongue depressor. There was something filmy or sticky between the tongue surface and the wooden strips. It almost made him feel that the tongue muscles were still twitching and were trying to escape from him. The hand slipped away, or was coated with a layer of secretions.

As the sun shone in, Kraft saw clearly what was hindering him, a layer of "tongue coating", a turbid white tongue coating that covered most of the tongue. There are also white attachments spreading like a blanket on the palate and cheeks.

The thick white color extends towards the deep places where light cannot reach, crossing the palatopharyngeal arch, turning the uvula into a moldy rotten fruit-like shape with branches and leaves. It becomes even denser on the posterior pharyngeal wall, and is vaguely visible all over Small mushroom-like bumps protrude from the vitiligo throat.

Craft discarded the splinter and pulled out a new one to pry open another cultist's mouth. The scene inside showed that this was not an exception.

"Where did you find them?"

"It's a forest. It's so dense that you can get lost after just a few steps." Martin looked over, blocking the light source, and could only see a slightly swollen outline inside the mouth.

"Is there anything special about it?"

"Well, if I must say, there are a lot of mushrooms there." He made a "big" gesture, but felt it was not enough, so he simply opened his arms to describe the unbearable amount, "Although there are always a lot of mushrooms here, But I’ve never seen so many of them, they seem to be everywhere.”

"Mushrooms?" Perhaps his mind was overly active in combining various possibilities, and a line was arranged that was so absurd that he wanted to expel it from his mind immediately.

The weird spherical lesions in the Duke's lungs that occupied most of the tuberculosis cavity, leaving only a crescent-shaped narrow space, aside from various unexplained symptoms and signs, really matched a standard imaging manifestation of tuberculosis complications.

【Aspergillus】

The "white blanket" spread in the pagan's airway reminded him of the less common symptoms of oral infection, but they were magnified countless times to the point where it was difficult to connect them.

【Candida】

"And there are mushrooms... Are there mushrooms everywhere in Westminster?" The climate here is really suitable for their reproduction. There is basically no place they can't reach in lawns, woods, or even stone crevices, and they can freely enter and exit nature and humans. Every corner of the environment can also be walked on to the dining table in a dignified manner.

Those tiny filaments are intertwined like a net and gossamer, clinging to the airways and meninges, creating irrational connections.

Unreasonable inspiration and enlightenment emerged, briefly breaking the thinking framework of knowledge construction, and arrogantly presented a finished logical chain, and the unreasonable consciousness recognized its rationality.

"Fungus? What kind of fungus is this?"