Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

The fake priest tied his hands behind his back and tried his best to escape. After knocking over two rows of chairs, he tripped and fell. He landed without a buffer and came into close contact with the stone bricks. He still struggled to move away from the pendant without knowing the pain.

It was as if he was temporarily deprived of reason by fear. If the followers hadn't held him down at the base of the wall, he might have tried to punch a hole in the wall.

Such a violent reaction frightened many people, and they reflexively took half a step back. Then they looked around the main hall where the cries echoed, and were wary of the dark doorways and windows that might pop up everywhere.

For a moment, Kraft suspected that what was clamped was a smoking grenade or some kind of machine trigger, but the thing was indeed just quietly emitting the same faint light as always, like a stone eye embedded in metal, with contemptuous red pupils observing people. His ugly appearance disdained a chuckle.

The pliers held the lanyard and spun twice in the air. The pendant was obediently wrapped around the pliers' mouth after several rounds of pendulum motion. Nothing happened.

"What? The angel is a little far away from here and can't be on call?" Kraft moved the pliers forward, and Hoel immediately shrank back like an electric shock, but the retinue held him firmly.

"I remember this thing." After the initial panic, he calmed down a little. "When the 'angel' came to take away the priest, something lit up on the man's chest."

"that person?"

"I've only seen him once, and it was the only one with a ring like this on his robe, so I guess..."

"Guess he has some status among that group of people?" Kraft put the pendant back on the lead bottle and sealed it, and the other person's expression became more natural.

"Yes, yes, he asked me to find the priest after the stone darkened, saying that the angel had already arrived." There was still a lingering sound of fear in the trembling voice. That experience caused a great psychological shadow on him.

Pagans claiming to be "orthodox" came to the church and announced to those who had served God for more than 20 years that "angels" would take away the priest, which came true immediately.

I am afraid that such a scene does not exist in the most terrifying imaginations of believers. At this time, if it is really an evil spirit that can break into the church and cause trouble, it would be good, but what if it is not?

"So this thing shouldn't be on all the time, right?" It doesn't sound like something that would make a Geiger counter go off, but something that functions like a Geiger counter, indicating the approach and distance of something.

Martin listened for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. This thing had not been turned off since it was taken out, and it followed them all the way from Westminster to the town of Hudson, "That's what I mean. If so, wouldn't that 'angel' be always by our side?"

This sentence immediately caused a subtle change in the atmosphere, and a certain unspoken thought spread among the crowd. The followers looked at each other, unconsciously changing their postures and moving closer to each other, showing some kind of vigilance posture without explicit expression but tacitly understanding it.

Until Knight Barrow strode forward and gave Hoel a slap in the face, "You are deceiving the public with your lies, do you think this pagan trick of fooling the people can scare us? Tell me honestly, where is the body of the murdered priest?"

"No, what I said is true! I watched the priest go back to rest after arguing with them, and locked the room with his own hands, but then disappeared."

The slap that caused blunt force damage due to the armor did not make him change his story, but he just covered his face and insisted on the country ghost story.

After hearing this, Barrow was about to take action again. Half because he thought the guy in front of him was unrepentant, and half because he was annoyed that this statement had really shaken the hearts of the team. He raised his hand on the spot and prepared to make up for the other side of the face.

Fortunately, Kraft and Martin stopped him, otherwise Hoel would have suffered a broken jaw and a concussion.

"Calm down, Barrow, it won't be like this."

"What? Don't tell me you think he's telling the truth."

"You probably won't have a chance to talk after this beating." Kraft stopped the physical communication. "Besides, this guy may not have seen the whole thing. There is no point in asking further."

"Ask him to take us to see the room where the priest disappeared, and then seize the time to check the church, and return to the manor before evening."

As expected, the matter here is settled. It was an unexpected surprise to catch the fake priest. I can completely guess that there will be no clues left in that room. Just like the two people who disappeared at the previous banquet, they just Go for a spin out of process.

Anyway, the church in Hudson Town is small, and turning it inside out will not affect their return to the manor for dinner.

"By the way, remember to find someone to notify the mayor." Martin carried the priest and walked into the church, while the others spread out to look for clues.

However, Kraft was skeptical about what this group of people could find. After all, there were at most one-third of the people here who could read the holy scriptures fluently, and less than half of them had knowledge of religion. Maybe there were many pagan scriptures. You may not be able to tell anything wrong in front of you.

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As expected, they escorted Father Hoel to a room that looked nothing out of the ordinary. The door bolt that had been knocked open had not yet been repaired, and it was left ajar to welcome all the elements that could damage the scene and the investigators who arrived several months late.

The damp quilt that had not been aired for a long time was stuck to the straw mattress, causing dark moisture marks. As expected, they found some green and black mold spots, which had grown in the continuous rainy days and been repeatedly dried and soaked, and soaked into the caked cotton wool. The overall look was similar to dead meat that had failed to be cured.

A wooden cup was poured on the table, and it was connected to the table by a lump of solid material whose composition was unclear. When it was lifted, the whole table shook, and long threads with the texture of dried syrup were pulled out.

According to Hoel, it may indeed be some kind of drink with syrup, as well as cereal grinding, cinnamon powder and the like. As for where he got so much candy, it involves why the original priest died. Maybe if the pagans don't come, someone will give him a slap sooner or later.

They didn't find anything useful, not even much identifiable information, except for a few mushrooms growing out of the washtub, but this number couldn't be called abnormal, but it made Kraft want to go back to his dormitory after the long college break. the illusion.

The church is limited in size, and its internal structure is similar to that of well-packaged New Year goods. It protrudes into an empty space, and there is not much practical space except for the hall. As the sun set, they walked through this simple building from bottom to top, climbed out of the attic skylight, and sat down outside the dome.

According to the usual structural arrangement of the church, the ceiling painting is the Kingdom of Heaven overlooking the mortal world, so they are now sitting on the head of the Heavenly Father.

It's a bit disrespectful, but to be honest, my butt doesn't feel very good. Kraft moved his position and found a relatively flat tile to settle down on. "The scenery is pretty good. You can see the entire town from here."

"It's a pity that we can't see where those pagans are. If I had known, I would have brought someone from the church, but then I would have to speak carefully in front of them." Martin held the window frame of the facade, took off the leather bag, and joined the professor. Looking down at the house with rising smoke. After running around for a long time and working here for a long time, he also felt a little tired.

"Speaking of which, where is your... um, female attendant?"

"Oh, you're talking about Yvonne." Kraft turned around and figured out who he was referring to. He couldn't laugh or cry. "She is my student. She can't be of much help for the time being, so I took her and the two weeks of homework." The contents were left together at Westminster Castle, and Mr. Wilbert sent someone to look after her."

"Very few women enter Rivers University. Even if there are exceptions, they are not that young. So she is very talented?" Martin was quite curious about this. If he hadn't seen that Kraft was too young, There is no resemblance between the two of them, so one might think that this is his sister or even his daughter.

"It's not that complicated. It's just a coincidence. What I know is not difficult. There is nothing that requires extraordinary talent and understanding to access."

"Haha, professors and lecturers in the university may not think so."

Kraft looked at the sun approaching the tree line. He seemed to be distracted and did not respond for a while. Just when Martin thought he was immersed in his own world, he suddenly said: "Speaking of college, something comes to mind."

"Um?"

"Now that it is basically certain that disappearances out of thin air are all pagan tricks, it's time to start thinking about why they would take action at the university, or against a surgical lecturer, Petrie. Is there any logic in this?"

"Same for you, but what you encountered was not the 'disappearance spell'." When talking about this matter, Martin is still frightened. That handful of devil cherries is simply a magic touch that brings back the original nature of the assassination world. God knows how he was found out.

"This shows that this is not an isolated case. It is indeed related to the identity of a medical school scholar." Kraft put his hands in the air in front of his chest. This is an old habit, as if he is supporting his chin, and it is like a preparation for something to be done. " They could have killed anyone at the party, but they singled out Petrie, the visiting lecturer. What's the point?"

"Do Petrie and I have anything in common? We are both surgeons in the outside world?"

"So they want to prevent the surgeon from discussing the Duke's condition?" Martin guessed, but then he rejected his statement, "This makes no sense. Suppose the Duke's condition really leaked, I mean hypothetical, why would they I guess the surgeon must have a solution."

Is it true that heretical religions also have disciplinary discrimination?

"Yes, this makes no sense. I have never discussed this treatment method with anyone before, and I have never heard of any precedent. Unless they know prophecy, they must accurately hit the invasive therapy."

As far as he knew, Kraft was under the impression that internal medicine would continue to outrank surgery for hundreds of years, and no one thought that tuberculosis could be curbed by physical means.

"Is it possible that we can only wait for those of you squatting near the mushroom forest to gain something?"

"Hopefully, I doubt they'll be that stupid." Obviously, based on what Martin has seen so far, it should be difficult.

The two fell silent, watching the sun move closer to the tree line, and the sound of other people searching and talking beneath their feet had almost reached the top level.

"Speaking of which, if I don't limit my vision to the Duke, I thought of another possibility." Kraft stood up, patted the dust behind him, and spoke again, "I remember someone told me during the introduction, Petrie What kind of surgery did the professor perform? What was it?"

"Ah, yes, ice-cooled pain-reducing anesthesia amputation. Thinking about it, he was also studying anesthesia before?"

"Forgive me for my limited ability, can you explain what the possible relationship here is?" Anesthesia is still considered the cutting-edge of surgery, and this has entered Martin's knowledge blind spot.

Kraft waved his hand and said not to take it too seriously, "No, let me just say that, I barely have this in common with Petrie. Besides, Petrie is from Dunlin University, right?"

"Yes." Martin nodded. He had noticed this during the subsequent investigation. Fortunately, Internal Affairs Officer Wilbert was worried about how to explain it to the other side.

"That's a bit of a headache."

"really."

Happy New Year! (˙▽˙) In the new year, I wish you success in your career, academic progress, family happiness, and finding love.

Of course, most importantly, I wish you good health! )