Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

The force that was not commensurate with his body size almost threw his hand on the examiner's face. Kraft reflexively pressed it down and used 50 to 60% of his strength to balance it.

At this time, the pressure exerted on the arm was equivalent to swinging a sword, and Yvonne resisted it for several seconds without exhaustion. The straight outline below could be felt through the clothes and leather.

The shape of the muscles did not change, but they lost their flexibility. They were tightened like cables pulling a full sail, showing abnormal strength. When you realize something is wrong, release your palm quickly and stop applying force to prevent excessive load from causing damage.

"Does it hurt here?" Press two fingers on the muscle belly. Even after the arm relaxes, the tension still clearly exists in the muscle and solidifies into normal state.

Yvonne shook her head decisively. Not only did she not feel the pain of the strain, she was even a little confused as to why the strength of today's examination was too soft.

When the examination was extended to the whole body, he found that this condition was not limited to the left arm, but existed widely throughout the body. "Do you feel that your body is tense and unable to relax?"

Still shaking his head. His head was shaking so much that his hair was fluttering, and his flexibility showed nothing like the ankylosing neck that was almost detected during the physical examination.

This situation of serious discrepancy between muscle strength and appearance can be said to be quite familiar. Those shells that have been completely drained of organic components by fungi are left with only a thin layer of muscle fibers that can only be called residual structures attached to the bones, and can still achieve explosive movements.

The parasitic giant creeping creature used human tissue to forcibly support its huge body. Instead of being crushed by its own weight, it relied on its arms and legs to achieve the feat of dragging its cumbersome body around. It was like a jelly house that could stand upright.

and the anomaly of pitiful arms against the strength of adults.

Regardless of the mental organ he had just used on the Duke, Kraft once again devoted himself to that penetrating perspective to observe the changes in Yvonne's body.

The airway inflammation that existed a few days ago has subsided, but the situation has not returned to normal. Some extremely tiny filaments, which have grown for many days to reach the minimum observable limit, are adhered to the airway and adhere to the moist tube wall. .

Such an obvious foreign body did not cause any discomfort. The mucous membrane turned a blind eye to it, the defensive cough reflex was silent, and the patient watched the threads extending deeply into the trachea.

As the infection expands and the inflammation subsides, the immune system either becomes unable to control it or recognizes it as something that does not need to be controlled.

As the primary lesion, the changes in the airway are not the greatest. In muscles whose tension is significantly altered, long, thin filaments are woven into the connective tissue and grow in the same direction as the muscle bundles.

They uniformly infected the original body, then multiplied laterally, and finally showed their macroscopic form today. They were woven together with muscle fibers into a three-dimensional mixed network that was independent of each other. While bearing the force, they completely changed the texture of skeletal muscles.

The increased muscle tone is an illusion, it's essentially a mixture of muscle and mycelium, which of course feels completely different.

"Then do you have any other discomforts?"

"I feel a little noisy, but I can't tell what the 'sound' is like." Yvonne took out her hand to rub her ears. Thinking that Kraft was speaking, she let go and frowned, feeling something. "It's not a distant noise, it's very close. , I don’t know where it is, it’s obviously missing after the neck pain.”

The bacteria attached to the back of the mental body's neck stretched slightly, and the velvety outer layer swayed without wind. This is one of the quietest places on the upper floors of the castle, with only patrols occasionally passing by the door.

"Can you hear what the sound is?"

"I'm not sure, it's like the sound of voices on the street, but it's very close and very soft." She gave a contradictory description and became confused. "Sorry, if it's important, I can try to listen."

"No, don't listen to what it's saying." We can't wait any longer, we must deal with it immediately. The mental organs gathered around and grabbed a small piece of the bacterium.

It shivered and shrank, trying to reduce its exposed volume. And Yvonne put her hands to her ears, trying unsuccessfully to collect the sound that reappeared, and instead covered the back of her neck to block the pain from unknown sources.

"Be patient for a while, maybe this will quiet the voice." With the last experience, Kraft has gained some experience.

You cannot hesitate based on the patient's reaction. You must lock the locking position as quickly and accurately as possible, and tear a piece decisively. The longer the delay, the wider the impact will be spread, and it will cause secondary damage.

Controlling the exertion of the mental senses, this operation becomes more and more skillful as the number of repetitions increases, and the doubts about it become deeper and deeper.

Human beings are born with the ability to use their bodies without any hindrance, but their understanding of its nature comes very late, and microscopic cognition did not develop until modern times. The same goes for the spiritual senses. It is used as naturally as the hands and feet, but it is impossible to understand how it affects the bacteria.

Or think about it the other way around, the effect is reciprocal. Why is it that the spiritual senses suppress the deep-born aboriginal consciousness, instead of the bacteria and spirits cannibalizing the spiritual senses that come into contact with it?

He didn't think about this, and he had nowhere to start investigating. While thinking about it, part of the bacterium was torn off by the irresistible force, new injuries were added, and it fell silent.

"Can you still hear the sound?"

Yvonne let go of the hand covering the back of her neck and looked around in confusion, "It seems... gone?"

She was not in good spirits and was in a state of overwhelming sleepiness. After the pain and the sound in her ears disappeared, the environment became more suitable for sleeping. Her upper and lower eyelids kept bumping.

The two pains were connected, and she realized it wasn't an unexpected symptom, but one related to Kraft. "Is that treatment?"

But she couldn't understand how it was done. There was no contact or any movement. Those sounds were like the negative noise insects stuck to the clothes being torn off, silenced, and the silence returned to her ears.

Is that also a very rational thing? Yvonne struggled to overcome her sleepiness and looked at Kraft, hoping for more information.

"Yes, you are sick, Yvonne." And it's not serious, the situation is too serious to tell. This is different from the Duke's situation. For some reason, this damn fungus escaped the immune system and spread throughout the body. The root cause is stuck to the mental body and cannot be removed.

The next step in treatment is a tightrope walk, requiring frequent suppression of bacteriocins to prevent further progression. He didn't know what would happen if it continued to develop, and he didn't want to know what would happen.

"Is it serious?"

"It's hard to say now." Kraft leaned on the back of the chair next to the bed and said after careful consideration, "The symptoms are not obvious yet. Although there are symptoms all over the body, no one can see what's going on inside the body, right? ?So the possibility of misdiagnosis cannot be ruled out, and we currently have treatments."

I habitually used an evasive statement, thinking about telling my guardian later, but then I thought about it and realized that it didn't make sense at all. Facing Yvonne's questioning gaze, he somewhat hoped that this would make her vaguely understand, but he didn't really want her to understand.

However, the girl had obviously seen doctors adopt this attitude. Maybe you don’t even need to think about the words, you can judge just by the reaction.

"Thank you, Mr. Craft." She lifted the blanket up to her chest and gave a faint, comforting expression that seemed like a smile, which disappeared quickly without leaving any trace.

She turned sideways and moved closer to the window. Half of her face was bathed in the warm light, and the sides of her nose were bright and dark. Months of improved diet and exercise have effectively replenished the lack of nutrients. The face has finally become rounder, and the skin has become increasingly glossy and rosy, close to what Kraft thought a child should look like.

Because we have been together for a long time, this change in appearance is not noticeable when you don't think about it carefully. You only feel that the outline is much softer, making you look healthy and cute. But if you compare them with how they looked a few months ago, you might think they are two completely different people.

It's just that those eyes, when you look into them, you can't see any panic or fear, only calmness, just like when they first met.

A kind of piercing and clear calm, like a very clear body of water, which accommodates all reflections, and is so clear that it is almost empty without anything, so it is naturally eager for something to fill this void.

"I have no regrets."

"..."

"Get some sleep, don't wander around, the next treatment will be in three days." Kraft was silent for a long time, straightened up and closed half of the curtains, quietly walked to the door and left.

There is definitely something Yvonne has not made clear. He had known this, and now he was even more sure of it.

Since I don’t say anything, it’s probably not an external factor, but something she did under her own subjective will, and it’s also related to this incident.

"Well, I hate guessing riddles with others." The worst situation that can be imagined is that the hiding behavior indirectly caused the death of some unlucky person. The problem is that it is not easy to carry out psychological intervention directly, and even if it is known, there is no way to intervene in the condition. benefit.

It seems that Kupp is indeed a very good partner. It's true that he has average abilities and no ambitions. At least his basic three views have been formed, he is straightforward and easy to understand, and he can communicate in a timely manner when there is anything. He is very stable.

"I really don't understand what the child is thinking." After walking a while, Kraft turned to Coop, "What do you think she is thinking."

"I don't know," Coop replied. This was not a required question, it was just a casual question. He didn't think he could provide Kraft with an answer in this regard.

"But I don't think you need to worry too much. She is different from ordinary children."

"That's what I'm worried about."

The mental body is affected, a large amount of foreign matter appears in the body and combines with normal tissues, the immune system does nothing, and there is a tendency for uncontrolled growth. This is not a good sign no matter how you look at it.

[Wait, who are you talking about? 】

Kraft stopped suddenly, and Coop couldn't react in time. He hit him behind with a sudden stop, and they almost lost their balance and fell down the steep stairs.

"Sorry, what's wrong with you?"

"I thought of something." Kraft's eyes were fixed on his raised left arm, and he seemed to be suddenly very interested in the cuff stitches. The pain caused by excessive consumption is beating on the skull, and the forehead is sore.