Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Holding the ball of velvet slightly moistened by the breath of moisture, Yvonne crawled through the gap at the edge of the dust area. Looking down, he could see the clearly outlined five fingers, the blank space of the arm, and the radial outline blown by the cough. It was undoubtedly A human figure lying down here.

She felt that this might be a clever servant who luckily pretended to be dead and escaped, or was dragged away by those things, but the outline was too complete and the boundaries were clear. There was no sign of struggle or movement. It was more like some kind of force lifting him completely. disappear into the air.

Without any time to think, she slipped between the two chairs, shrank under the table, wiped off the sticky dust on her skirt, pinched her nose to hold back a sneeze, which made her chest and throat hurt.

Irregular long shadows like barnacle reefs dragged between the wooden legs of the rows of tables and chairs, trembling with the flickering of the flames as they passed through the bright area at hand.

She almost felt that she could reach out her hand and touch the texture of the shadow where the bacteria and corpses were connected. The unevenness of the stone slab seemed to soften and swell as it passed by, and the hard rock patterns floated and trembled.

But that is just an illusion of light and shadow, and after it passes, everything is intact.

It seems that it is not as good as a ghost story to scare children. At least the ghost can catch the child hiding under the bed, right? And they can neither pass through walls nor see through.

She took action again, crawling under the tabletop and reaching the other end of the long table. The corpse of a servant lay between her and another table, with its head tilted to one side. The pupils behind the cloudy white clouds focused on a non-existent focus, staring at the living people who were still hiding with a vague gaze.

On her face, which was heavier than the powder applied by Liu Ying, there was still a trace of panic and nostalgia for life that was distorted by the powder color of clown paint. The open, hollow mouth was filled with powder, as if he was trying his best to spit out some horrifying last words, or a silent question.

【You can’t blame me】

Yvonne ignored the face, stepped over him, and ducked under another table. We were already close to the center of the dust outbreak, and the filtering effect of the gauze was limited. With every step we took, we could feel the dust rising from under our knees and between our palms, trying to mix into our breath.

And the bunch of keys was on the dustiest ground a few steps away, and the original color of the object could not be seen clearly. It's hard to imagine that these things are floating in the air, which will definitely make people feel like they are in clouds.

Fortunately, the tabletop blocked part of it, allowing her to approach it gently. This requires moving as slowly as possible to prevent the seemingly thick powder layer from lifting up large swaths of powder.

The usually insignificant short distance was stretched torturously here, and it took Yvonne a while to crawl to the place closest to the keychain that she could reach.

One of the wandering beautiful bodies moved to the opposite side of the hall, while the other finally reached a blind spot covered by a pillar.

She reached out from an angle that would not easily touch the legs of the chair next to the table. The chair, which was three long and one short, looked unstable, but other angles were beyond the reach of her short hands, and she was unable to move it.

In order to extend his arms as far as possible, he needs to lie down close to the ground, which brings the perspective and the body of Internal Affairs Officer Wilbert to the same level.

The remains of the house officer were already inseparable from the fungus-hosted body, and from this height one could see how white lint grew on the contact surface with the skin.

At the approximate position of the thing's head, the plump corona cap cracked and bloomed. After releasing all the dust, only a fleshy, hard but still bright dry shell remained, which was adhered to Wilbert's veneer.

Brand-new and tender new bacteria grow out from the dense areas of the adhesive wire mesh. They are still multi-colored dot-like sprouts. The scattered ones are scattered along the neck and arm span, until they reach the fingers hooked on the keychain.

Yvonne gently tugged on the keychain, and the dead joints were so stiff that they were almost pulled along with the entire arm. She could only lower her head further, reach out further, and spread the fingers hooked on the skewer one by one.

She could feel the tips of her hair falling into the dust, and the itching in her nasopharynx was so strong that it stung slightly, but she did not stop and hesitate. The changes in light and shadow showed that the bacterial prowlers were moving, and they had to be even and stable before they turned back. Lift up the bunch of keys.

All the attention was focused on the thin and calloused hands, and the keys were lifted one by one as the ring lifted off the ground. She wasn't sure if it made a slight noise, but if it did it was masked by the pounding of blood vessels in her ears.

Finally, the small string of metal was completely suspended in the air, bypassed the chair leg obstacle under careful control, and was taken back into the shadow.

【A bit scary】

Common sense made her think that she should think so, but in fact, fear always took one step slowly. Her fingers seemed to have their own thoughts, searching for the key with the target number engraved on it, and took it off from the opening of the ring.

The next step is to wait, waiting for the lower limbs, which are bloated and cumbersome due to the growth of mushrooms, to pass by like bloomer legs.

They don't seem to have the habit of bowing their heads when walking. They step on the open palms of corpses and are completely unaware of what is happening under their feet. It seems that they are really just strolling. Just pulling a trip rope can make them unable to stand up again. .

This is very confusing, but Yvonne knows that the way they move and climb on the cliff is only more agile than ordinary people.

Once discovered, there was no chance of survival. She knew this very well, but she was not very afraid. To be more precise, she was desensitized and numb.

She had seen the most long, painful, and emotional death, at the end of which even the death itself seemed less important than the process. I have also seen rapid and brutal deaths, with blunt and sharp instruments being used in different ways to cause wounds of various shapes.

Her understanding of death is very concrete, but at the same time she lacks more abstract and profound concepts.

When the same fate befell more people - and maybe even herself, she was not surprised to be greatly touched, nor did she think about whether it was normal for her to be like this. She just thought about it and then did it. Kick away the guy who almost killed Coop, wait until his head was smashed with a hammer, and then get the dagger from his hand.

Now Yvonne goes to get another dagger.

She waited for them to go away and enter the blind spot, then got out from under the table, turned the lock with the key, floated into the room like a ghost, closed the door, and held the wooden handle in her hand hidden in the folds of her skirt.

In his imagination, Brimer should be in the room, performing some kind of witchcraft to summon the zombies, and was restricted to the point where he could not go out. If he can do something, he has to find a way to confuse him for a while and lower his vigilance by relying on his identity.

When she actually pushed the door open and entered, what she saw was not the dark room she expected.

A human figure in black robes lay on the ground, bathed in a strange and hazy red light. The intensity of that light was not as strong as that of a candle. It was like replacing the tear film with dried blood. It made the eyeballs feel abnormally dry and irritated, and they unconsciously wanted to turn their heads to avoid it.

However, there is constant light permeating the horizon, and there is no way to avoid it. It came from a simple pendant that fell out from the collar of the black robe. The stiff hand stretched out towards it before losing consciousness. The movement froze in mid-step, and the ominous bacterial plaque on the skin on the back of the hand thrived in the red light.