Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

[Are you really the last person here? 】

The night in Westminster Castle is different from that of Solace Harbor. There is nothing worth wandering around. The only thing you can encounter when walking around after dark is the night patrol team asking three philosophical questions. Even if visitors have to move around, they return to their accommodation with a bed and meals before nightfall.

Due to the delay on the road, Yvonne was among the last group to return, and when she returned, she actually met Mr. Wilbert here. He was waiting for Professor Brimmer, someone who was here just for information on Kraft's manuscript.

From the brief conversation at noon, Yvonne could basically determine that the other party's purpose was very clear. To be bold, she could even further judge that Brimmer specifically chose to come when "the adults are not around." As for how to know the itinerary and why the time was staggered, it is full of doubts.

Before he came, he had never thought about being blocked by a little girl, so he could only live on the spot. It was obvious that this was absolutely unexpected, and there was no possibility of arranging the schedule in advance.

So, is there a possibility that Brimmer is nowhere to be found.

【Just in the room】

It is a very unreasonable guess that there is a person staying in an unlit room, refusing to take dinner, turning a deaf ear to calls outside the door, saying nothing, and not making any noise.

Or in fact, Wilbert had discovered this earlier. He loudly reproached himself at the door for arranging an inappropriate room for Brimmer. Was it for the servants to listen? Could this be a tactful way of reminding the room occupants?

Through the keyhole, a color that obscures the light passes before the eyes. Yvonne pulled up the velvet cloth on her chest and covered her mouth and nose to resist the smell of putrid dust. They are still lingering outside, like scavenging birds that cannot be driven away from the beach where the smell of fish is the strongest, waiting for the carcasses of stranded fish under the sand to be washed out by the tide.

Fortunately, she thought, after filtering out the dust, what was left was not too hard to accept.

When your mind becomes active, if one thing is accidental, then it may not be the case when combined. Brimmer came to visit today, and he happened to encounter these zombies growing mushrooms, and they happened to stay where he lived.

Is he controlling these things? According to the development in popular stories, Yvonne immediately came up with the idea that evil means of manipulating corpses was nothing new.

It seemed impossible. If that were the case, it would be impossible for her to escape. Brimer was in the room and could hear the conversation outside and knew exactly where she was.

So, the answer is no?

Everything seems to confirm her belief that nothing comes without a price. The weird person who can disappear and reappear out of thin air in the memory, with contracted hands and feet, covered with bones, and a painfully hunched figure is intimidating; that kind of thing, that kind of thing that transcends intelligence and physical strength, and has extraordinary abilities, there is also an equivalent Prices, limitations.

It was a simple matter, he couldn't even walk out and deal with Yvonne, even though he was probably the source of it all.

Although she didn't understand why this situation happened, she seemed to be safe. Stay here until someone comes early tomorrow morning, or the sun will naturally drive away those evil things that are afraid of the light.

Yvonne heard the reassuring whisper in her heart. She had won the reward of clever moves. As long as she continued to keep quiet, everything would pass. She could continue to live a comfortable life that she had never imagined before, and work in a position too high to be seen. Under the guidance of knowledgeable teachers, he will become a literate "senior talent".

But her eyes were still glued to the keyhole, and her suppressed breathing rate increased unconsciously. She counted to the tenth, the tenth mushroom figure passing by the door.

No, there were actually nine. She had seen this one before. On its waist, which was flush with the keyhole, there were rows of blue scale mushrooms.

This time the interval between passes was longer than before. The number of blind corpses was not as high as expected, and they were spreading out in this rather large building.

Their eyes can't be seen from here, so they must have been covered with bacterial plaque, or simply replaced by new growth of mushrooms. I don’t know how I “see” the way, but no one found her outside the door.

In her pocket, Yvonne touched something cold, the key.

She waited with bated breath, waiting for the next zombie to pass by the door and move away. She used the stable writing technique she had learned over and over again to insert the key into the keyhole and block the light spot.

Complete darkness enveloped her, and she closed her eyes to listen to the slightest sound of the metal mechanism twisting, making sure that it did not cover the footsteps softened by the fungus. The other hand holds the trophy dagger, which the craftsmen have polished very well.

If Brimmer doesn't come to her, then she will go find Brimer.

Yvonne opened the door and quickly looked at both sides. The colorful figure slowly turned around the corner, unmoved by the peek behind her. She took her first step carefully, landing on her toes and stepping onto the corridor floor.

It's very light and not as difficult as I thought. Her movements quickened, her thoughts were as clear and smooth as snow melting into water, she opened the door ajar, and walked briskly against the wall like a cat. She stared intently at the end of the corridor, watching the bloated pale shadow emerge at the corner, leaning down to hide in the shadow of the spiral staircase.

The whole process took less than twenty steps, and she found herself holding her breath without realizing it. His heart was trembling, and there was an indescribable feeling surging under the surface of his efforts to remain silent. It was not like pure fear, but closer to thrilling, and even a little bit excited. She was walking on the path of her will, even though it was only about the width of a single-plank bridge.

Like a heartbeat, once it starts it cannot be stopped. After giving herself a few seconds to adjust her breathing, Yvonne peeked out from the exit on the first floor, then quickly retracted.

Two figures with unique shapes and tall fan crowns on their heads walked slowly in the long hall, which was covered with colored powder like gauze curtains, and stepped over the fallen servants. In the center of the large dust, are human figures entangled in the erupting bodies of the canopy. They seem to have "really died" after spreading the large dust, completing some kind of mission, and are no longer driven unreasonably like the same kind.

If we put aside the significance of this scene, and whether Wilbert was among the dead or the one who was entangled, Yvonne did feel guilty and experienced a kind of "beauty" that could be understood without learning to understand it, pure Colorful and gorgeous, far beyond the banquet decoration at Rivers University.

Biting her lip hard, she suppressed this feeling and the urge to cough that got worse after arriving on the first floor, forcing herself to focus on her goal.

Brimmer's door is locked, which means she must get close to the internal affairs officer's body and avoid the wandering body to get the set of keys.

It was difficult, but not impossible, to do it. The tables and chairs along the way would cover her, and the small string of shiny metal fell on a long table not far from the body.

Without hesitation, when the two bodies walked away, she leaned over and crawled over, past the corpses of the servants, and found that the number of people seemed to be out of proportion, and there was a semi-human-shaped gap at the edge of the dust.