Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"Wait, can you read those names again?" Some of those old-fashioned names seemed to remind Martin of something, attracting him, "Just the ones I just read, starting from the one called... called Luo The beginning of Na.”

"Lorna? What Lorna?" Kraft was confused by the unexpected reunion. His eyes were caught by the smiling cervical symbol hidden behind the plaque, and his attention was not on those names.

He originally thought it was someone Martin knew, but then he thought about it. This female name is too common, with many similar-sounding words. It is the kind that can get seven or eight heads turned around when called on the street. It is all on this piece of paper. Two recognizable "Lorna"s.

Martin approached the pulpit and tried to read for himself what he had just heard, but the integrity of the paper was so poor that he had no time to look for fleeting sources of inspiration.

"It's the nearest Lorna, start reading from that one!" he said eagerly. Not everyone has the ability to have a photographic memory, and he may not be able to remember it after a while.

Kraft followed the order and found the "Lorna", and as he requested, he announced it more slowly and clearly. By the fifth sentence, Martin had reached a definite conclusion.

"I've heard these names. Let me think about it. I must have heard them somewhere." He paced back and forth, pressing his forehead, thinking hard.

"These are all common names. If I remember correctly, we all have the same names in our team. There is no difference except for adding an extra surname."

"But these, I've seen these names put together."

Kraft lowered his head and looked at the page, "There is actually something unclear in the middle that I haven't read yet. Could it be that I really remembered it wrong?"

"Six, that's right." There was a sudden buzzing sound of metal clashing, and Martin slapped the side of his leg excitedly, hitting the leg armor, "I remembered where I had seen it before, that ledger. "

"Ledger?"

"I may not have said anything about how Diego found these guys. He found a ledger recording transactions in a gang stronghold. Those urban parasites used various methods to make the Duke's subjects in debt. When the other party is unable to pay further, it will fall into their hands - sooner or later."

"This became one of their illegal 'supplies'. The largest buyer took away six people at once."

"You mean that buyer is right here?" Kraft put his hand on those names. They were in the middle of the list, at least a thumb and forefinger away from the end. "You put those names outside?" The total number of mushrooms is less than this."

"I don't know what he was thinking at the time. Maybe he really felt that there was no need to delay. Of course, it is more likely that he wanted to take all the credit to make up for his mistakes, so he went there with his people. Everyone knows the rest."

It's obvious. It's a common name, but the number and location are right, so the chance of it being a coincidence is very low.

The hand turning the book paused for a long time, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

"The process is not important, we only need the results." Martin replied.

"No, this is too important." Kraft scratched the edge of the paper, trying to find a corner to peel it off and see what else was on the back, preferably not a continuation of the list.

Before that, he thought that this might be a list of residents in the village, but that may not be the case now, and there is no reason for the list of residents to be so solemnly registered on a piece of paper that seems to have special significance, especially when this paper comes from that person. Edward, the founder of anatomy whose identity remains a mystery.

The time gap between the two handwritings is too long, and the original text above has become extremely difficult to identify due to erosion. Only the scriptural annotations and large lists with strong religious connotations remain.

[What on earth did he read? 】

It makes no sense to develop people brought through "purchase" into believers. It is neither economical nor difficult to gain devout believers.

What did the owner of this holy book find in this fragment of Edward's manuscript? It was necessary to introduce a large number of these people and make them disappear without a trace, leaving only commemorative names on manuscripts with special meaning.

"Let's look inside again." Kraft gave up and took off the page. With this degree of corruption, even if there was something on the back, there was no possibility of identification.

The servants had already cleaned the surrounding houses and found that they had entered the church and followed the hall cautiously. They found that the place was unexpectedly clean, so they unloaded the kerosene and started to use local materials to chop up the rows of chairs and pile them up under the load-bearing structure.

With questions in mind, Kraft and Coop continued their search together, and Martin followed them through a prayer room, a confessional cubicle, a small warehouse, and a mysterious-looking semi-basement.

The most suspicious one only had some wooden barrels hidden inside. After prying off the lids and stirring up the bacterial film on the surface, what was underneath was just spoiled home-brew beer.

The territory here is not large, but the people who may have been sent here have never been found, no matter what form they appear in. As the unsearched space dwindles, Martin's purpose gradually shifts away from looking for possible clues and increasingly toward this one thing.

Martin believed that Kraft was doing the same thing, because he only opened the large containers and cabinets and paid little attention to the small objects. But everything inside is normal without exception.

There was absolutely no room for hiding many people in the village, and there were no traces of earth digging or burial around them. This reminded him of the issue that was brought up last night. Those people who were never found after the scuffle were still missing after sunrise. And he hadn't seen those things drag away the body.

The unsearched space was quickly running out. They were getting closer to the answer to the question, and the smaller the space that contained the answer, the more incomprehensible it seemed, and Martin felt an uneasiness that could not be solved by swords and armor.

In front of the last large room facing the sun, Kraft raised his hand to block the two of them. He stood alone in front of the door for a while, drew his sword and took out the hand crossbow and cocked it.

"Coop, take care of the door."

The latter raised his hammer and hit the door bolt hard, then retreated and gave way. Then he kicked the door open, held his sword in a defensive position, and pointed the crossbow arrow into the room.

A clean study room, with plenty of sunlight shining in from the rare large window behind the seat, falling on the table top and rows of book spines on the bookshelf.

It’s not a book with a full layout. The pages on the sides that can be seen are neat in thickness and color. They are all originally bound tomes. The spines of the books in various styles and materials silently tell the origin of their extensive content, and they are even more beautiful than the indigo painting on the side. High value.

The hand holding the crossbow trembled slightly. Put together, the pages collected by my grandfather and Mr. Anderson over the years might not be as large as the two shelves on one side of the room.

And on that desk, they saw the first and last person who entered the church, or the body would be more appropriate.

A half-length body of a humanoid body was lying on the table. Gorgeous finger-shaped and sheet-shaped mushrooms meticulously devoured every inch of skin, and grew into a high-spirited, coral-like branched horn on the top of the neck.

The tabletop was empty, the deceased's left arm was bent for support, and his right hand was stretched out, still three fingers away from the target he seemed to want to take.

That's a beautiful square box. The silver-bottomed box is edged with gold filigree and inlaid with rubies and sapphires. The material is so abundant that it destroys the beauty. It has the aura of wanting to let everyone who sees it know that it is rich.

Generally speaking, items that can be stored in this kind of box are mostly to reflect their status, such as certain ancient objects of great significance and symbols of inheritance. Of course, there is another situation, and that is the reliquary in the church.

The three of them walked into the room one after another. The knight put down his visor and approached the box, pushing it a short distance away with his scabbard.

Nothing happened.

He approached it carefully, picked it up, opened it toward the window, waited for a few deep breaths, and then turned to himself.

"Huh?" A confused voice came from under the visor. Martin opened the visor and confirmed again, "Empty?"

"How is that possible?" Kraft put away his crossbow and approached, and Kupp also came up curiously to see Martin peel off the bottom layer of velvet. There was nothing stored in this luxurious box.

Amidst the gold and silver luster of the jewelry, from the corner of his eye, he noticed a ray of red light that seemed to be refracted on the table, which did not change as the ruby ​​​​on the box moved away, and remained under the shoulder of the body.

A closer look allowed Craft to see something different about the body. Although it was lying on the table, it was not adhered and fused by mycelium and wood. Instead, it was cushioned by a few pieces of fungi.

The brightness of the red light covered by the sun was gradually increasing, and it clearly came from a light source pressed under the chest of the body.

The slowly raised shoulders exposed it, and the rays of light spread rapidly on the table like flowing blood.

"Get out of the way!"

Kraft pushed the two men away and raised his sword to respond to the attack. When he entered, he had not rehearsed the attack from this body. No matter how it acted, it could not escape the sword path blockage.

The thing raised its head, allowing the intruder to see its front clearly. It was a face that still had the outline of its facial features, and it still retained the airtight chest cavity that swelled and shrank, with colorful clouds and unidentifiable words that looked like prayers. Sounds like curses spewed out of his mouth.

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