Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"Mr. Kraft, I have a request." Coop followed Kraft as he patrolled the messy camp. He hesitated for a long time before uncharacteristically taking the initiative to make a request, "I want to learn from you."

"Isn't it now?"

"Well, I mean to go further and learn your knowledge as a doctor."

Kraft turned around, looked at him as if he had seen a ghost, and waved the torch in front of his eyes, "This is quite rare. I thought you were not too interested in this."

"I thought about it carefully and felt that I still need to learn a little bit." Kupu said bravely. It was not that he suddenly planned to change his career plan, but he was inspired by practical observations and found that certain knowledge had practical value beyond his original intention.

Knowing the fragile parts of bones can be used to locate fractures, and of course it can also be used to create fractures. The power of knowledge is indeed considerable.

This was best demonstrated by Kraft himself in the battle just now, with remarkable results. This was the first time he realized that those profound things that seemed far away from him were actually always around him, used in a straightforward and simple way.

Medicine turns out to be so simple!

Kraft was still very happy with Kupp's active request for improvement and readily agreed to the matter.

"I'm glad you made the right decision. You can never have too much knowledge, but you have to do it step by step. Let's start by adding bone names to the new words you want to learn."

"Thank you for your generosity." It is foreseeable that the burden will be greatly increased in the future, but Kupp feels that he is not so averse to boring text learning. He feels that he can just try it briefly, set a small goal, and complete the content of the skeleton chapter, so that he can start in the future. .

Kraft nodded to finalize the matter, and the class schedule would probably have to be rearranged, but that would have to be after the immediate problem was solved.

Bending down to pick up a corner of the tipped tent, he remembered out of the corner of his eye that he had caught sight of a guard on the edge of a dust explosion. He stumbled and rolled around in panic, and was rolled into Monbri.

When it was time to clean up the mess, the guard didn't come out again. Kraft pulled out the wooden pole of the support, loosened the tightly wrapped cloth in the direction, and straightened it.

On the flat ground, the cloth spread out softly, with no human-shaped bulge showing.

"Where's the person?" Kraft tore open the entire cloth and folded it into a roll. There was nothing underneath except for a loose broadsword, which should have been dropped when he fell and struggled.

Looking at the gathered survivors, they haven't stopped feeling out of control, but are getting more and more violent. Some people are shrinking their bodies, hugging their knees and crying.

There is no need to uniformly dress at this meeting. Everyone's attire is determined by their own habits. Even if you don't rely on your face, you can tell that the figure of the retinue is not among the crowd. Kraft felt sorry for him for a moment—thought he would survive.

The two began to help Martin deal with the deceased. Covering their faces with cloths, they lifted the bodies of the unfortunates out of the dust and gathered them together. This requires more care than when they were still alive to prevent dust from being stirred up and causing secondary harm to living people.

The most difficult part of the job is separating the fungal host body from the entangled human. The contact surfaces are glued together regardless of each other. Even if the dust left by the mushrooms is not taken into account, the forced separation by brute force will only peel off the penetrated skin.

After several attempts, Martin gave up the idea of ​​stripping them intact, and instead separated some of the felled firewood and piled them around the remains that had no salvage value.

Hearing the footsteps approaching from behind, he said calmly: "At least most of the fallen people can still leave intact bodies; and these are not too bad, at least there are people to help deal with the aftermath."

"Although it sounds too cruel, I must remind you that it is not a good idea to keep intact remains. We don't know if they will become like that." Those bodies that were penetrated on the ground and still stretched out their arms to the living, The source goes without saying, "They may rise again."

The fungus transforms the body into a breeding ground for growth, and then into something else. This process takes who knows how long, but keeping it is not a good idea.

He hopes that this transformation phase will be as long as possible. The situation at Westminster Castle is very worrying. We can only hope that sending people back to call the police can catch up, or at least not affect Yvonne.

Although he knew rationally that it was beyond his reach and that there was no point in being anxious, Kraft still couldn't help but feel irritated and angrily crushed a cluster of mushrooms conspicuous by his feet.

"You're right, that will cost more firewood... Sorry, wait a minute." The knight was about to pile the wood blocks in his hand on the firewood pile, when he suddenly raised his hand to cover the light and rubbed his eyes, "Okay."

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" In the battle just now, everyone was more or less exposed to the dust erupted by the mushrooms, and we need to be alert to all kinds of minor symptoms.

Martin put down his palms and moved his eyes left and right, as if looking for something fleeting, and quickly turned back to the person he was talking to, "No, it's just a blur. There is nothing to do here for the time being, Professor, you should go too take a break."

"Wait a minute, I want to ask one thing. Have you seen those things dragging away the body?"

"No, I didn't notice it. Have you seen it?"

"No, so this is very strange." His eyes walked around between the survivors and the gathered bodies, and then included the ones that were just about to be burned. There was a problem that was temporarily unattended in the chaos, "The number of people doesn't match."

"There are...four people missing, right?"

This includes the retinue that was noticed. No traces could be seen on the forest floor after the melee, and Kraft didn't pay much attention. After walking around, he confirmed that several people, dead or alive, were not within the scope of the camp.

He had just asked Coop the same question, and the answer was no.

The situation just now was too chaotic, and no one was sure where they were going. Inadvertently leaving the camp and getting lost in the forest, or actually being dragged away, cannot be confirmed without witness evidence.

"Just treat them as dead, we can't find them." It's normal for some missing people to appear when cleaning the battlefield. They usually go to many places, and it can basically be equated to death here.

Putting firewood on the cremation pile and covering the face of the deceased, Knight Martin made a rare and pious church ritual of drawing a virtual circle like a coffin board. He drew a half circle and stopped halfway, feeling that it could not be followed. That damn pagan distinction ended up being awkwardly converted to breast-pressing etiquette.

"May their souls remain intact." He turned back to the campfire to call his helpers to join the work. Not many people came over slowly, and most of them were still shouting incomprehensible words and making subconscious evasive movements.

Kraft stood in front of the woodpile for a while, and then crushed the mushroom cluster. There was no feedback of the crushed mushrooms, and it felt like the force had been pushed into the empty space.

The color vision in front of me is a little uncomfortable, as if it overlaps with highly transparent color spots. However, these color spots do not move with the field of view. Instead, they overlap with the position of the object. They are like swollen, abnormal-shaped soap bubbles stuck to the surface of the object. They are all there, it seems like everything is crowded.

After rubbing his eyes, the afterimages became much lighter and were almost undetectable without paying attention.

He blinked to moisten his eyes, looked far and near to adjust his focus, trying to get rid of it. When looking at the pyre, I unexpectedly found a piece of wood covered with plaque. It was inserted in a conspicuous position and had mushrooms growing on it. It was definitely impossible to burn it.

How could such wood be stuffed in? This needs to be replaced. Kraft easily pulled it out and wanted to throw it away. He suddenly found that the leather was rough and not as slippery as it looked.

There is a subtle conflict between vision and actual feel.

The throwing motion he had already made stopped, and his eyes re-examined the piece of wood. The large color spots became thicker again, with a hazy outline, and the soft and moist filling filled the sense of touch.

In his hand, he vaguely held a piece of rotten wood with a mushroom umbrella and a piece of thick dry firewood.

Kraft let go and let it fall freely, colliding with the dense soil surface. However, the impact feedback was not as tangible as it seemed visually. It seemed to have a layer of sticky plush cushioning.

Lifting his feet, he stamped them down again. As he moved, the ground remained as solid as before, with only broken branches and leaves under his feet.

[Hallucination? 】

At the same time, he realized that the fluctuating strange feeling that had been bothering him since he entered the forest had disappeared. The change vaguely occurred in the process of concentrating physically and mentally to eliminate distractions during the battle. If the original feeling was that of floating on the water and being beaten by the waves all the time, now it is peaceful.

And in this silence, he felt a kind of vitality that was everywhere.

He was affected, and he wasn't the only one. Kraft tensed his left arm, and the muscles contracted naturally. The strange feeling caused by the embedded stone was abnormally relieved, and he felt an instinctive relaxation like returning home.

【dust】

Mushroom dust was first considered a suspect. What they cause is not just physical damage, but may also act as a medium, deepening the inhaler's connection with the deeper layers.

"Coop, are you feeling dazzled?"

"It seems a little bit?" Coop closed his eyes and shook his head uncertainly. Taking into account the environment, he immediately understood the implication of Kraft's words.

After a moment of panic, he calmed down, repeated something silently and moved closer to Kraft. Judging from the shape of the mouth, it seems that he "does not move blindly".

Kraft's argument was falling into contradictions. He thought about the possible whereabouts of the missing followers. From this perspective, he seemed to be able to connect everything.

They fell, maybe even were dragged, into the depths. But combine this with inhaling dust, and there are unavoidable logical errors.

[Why don’t people who inhale more disappear? 】

Those in the center of the dust, hugged by the host body, lie honestly in the pyre, waiting to be reduced to ashes.

This is completely contrary to speculation.

Craft lowered the torch and leaned closer to the dead man's face. He tried his best to open his mouth for breathing, and his lips turned cyanotic or even purple, making him look like he was struggling ferociously.

They experience severe and rapidly declining coughing and wheezing, lose consciousness and collapse. I felt itchy and uncomfortable in my throat after inhaling only a small amount. The stuff was probably a highly irritating spore powder mist that caused the airways to spasm and constrict, causing a ventilation disorder like a large asthma.

Furthermore, after spore dust is introduced into the lungs, it causes diffuse damage through a certain mechanism, and the blood-gas exchange ability is impaired.

Acute respiratory distress syndrome in the true sense has never been more severe. If inhaled during strenuous exercise, the ability to exercise will be lost due to lack of oxygen in more than ten seconds, and the fatal effect of suffocation will be completed within a few minutes.

As a weapon, it is extremely difficult to carry organisms in a body hosted by a living fungus, but as a medium...

[The dead cannot be pulled into the deep layers]

This leads to a condition that is not easy to achieve: it cannot be inhaled too much, otherwise it will not be able to pull people into the deep layers by affecting the spiritual body after death; it cannot be too little, and the effect will be insufficient.

However, if you think about it carefully, you will find that it is reasonable for them to rely on a simple concentration mechanism to pull some into the deep layer, leaving the other part of the dead body to be driven by the fungus. Incredibly mature.

Recommend the new book of the group of prophets ⊙▽⊙