Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"Professor Kraft, you must try this." Martin held two large glasses and knocked on the wooden door of the cubicle. Some kind of bubbling sweetness and music from outside broke into the space, and was blocked again by the door panel. go.

Putting the things on the table where they were not occupied by paper, he picked up a cup and took a sip. "I heard that the boss made a fortune from this."

"What's this."

Craft put the dangerous substance away from the glass of dripping liquid, away from the paper on the table, put it under his nose and smelled it.

It is a light alcohol with a natural sweet aroma. The base is from beer. It is added with refreshing leaf minced and thick sweetening seasoning. Sparse small bubbles occasionally precipitate from the light golden liquid, adding snow-white thick of foam.

A layer of water mist condenses on the wall of the cup, where the droplets come from.

"Wine? Ice?" It doesn't look cheap, it's summer now.

"Honey beer, the only one near Rivers. I hope it suits your taste, but I haven't met anyone who doesn't like it." Martin blew away the foam and mint, took another sip of the wine, and made a " Please" gesture.

A drink brought back from an off-campus vending machine on a hot day? It's really nostalgic, even the sweetness with plenty of bubbles is very similar.

"Thank you very much, but it's not appropriate to drink before you have serious business to do."

"Taste a little, this wine is very light and refreshing."

"Okay, just one sip." Kraft picked up the cup. Few people can resist sparkling sweet drinks, and he is an experienced fan.

The entrance is different from what I imagined. The sweetness is not very strong, but more refreshing and bubbly. It is like being suddenly taken out of a stuffy small room and returned to the widest water of the Temu River. The cool breeze blows after the rain. Come, the best memory of Westmin is this.

He couldn't help but take another sip, "It's really good, it tastes like a manor."

"It's really terrible here. Not only is it hot, but it's also noisy. This band, if it hadn't been written on the invitation, I would have thought it was a party."

"Formal occasions always need some atmosphere, and they can't be deserted, right?" Martin glanced at the paper on the table, "Is this your speech?"

"No, of course not, it's Petrie's, and it's not a speech."

"Petrie? Why are his things here with you?"

"What do you mean here? This is the Tuberculosis and Rare Disease Medical Society of Rivers University. It calls documents in the name of gathering needs to safeguard the academic reputation and posthumous honors of deceased participants."

"What?"

"As the chairman of the society, I am referring to these manuscripts to sort out valuable information." After browsing the contents on the paper, Kraft was still uneasy. He raised the paper to the sun, observed the transparent paper surface, and tried to find out from the inside. Find some unconventional recording methods.

"Ah...ah?" Martin was in awe, but he also thought of some other questions, "Besides you, what other committee members do you want to see? After all, the death of Lecturer Petrie was related to heresy. Is there anything inappropriate that should be leaked? content?"

"No, it's just me."

"What about this society?"

"Anyway, it's a serious society with strong authorization." Kraft didn't explain much. He put down the page in disappointment, took out another one, and took a cup to moisten his throat. It was a bit sloppy to talk too much in this weather. Dry tongue.

"Besides, I didn't find the 'content not suitable for others to see' clearly stated. This is already the third time, so I got it here to read it."

"The clear surgical records and operation experience are about the same as our anatomy...oh no, the lecturer's level of human structure is about the same."

"Basically, they are all existing operations, without any major innovations or process improvements. It may be that there are not enough cases handled, and the operation time is even longer, and there is no follow-up."

"It lacks specificity and has a small sample size. It doesn't look like something you would say at a party. This either means that he is a lazy person like me who doesn't write until the last minute."

Martin didn't understand much of the professional content here, but he understood one thing: Kraft didn't find the evidence he wanted.

"Either someone took the part that was to be found."

"Yes, I asked the caretaker." Kraft chewed the crumbs in his mouth and continued after swallowing, "Brimmer was also there. In the name of an academic gathering, I don't know if he took anything. .”

"I have to admit that sometimes this identity is too useful. The only regret is that I am not the first to use it like this."

"But Brimmer's actions themselves revealed a lot of information. Regardless of whether he took anything away, at least it showed that at that time, he felt that Petrie was exposed to something. This is why I am still willing to spend money on these scraps of paper. Time reasons.”

"Did you find anything?"

"Of course." Kraft glanced at the door to confirm that it was really closed tightly. Even if anyone wanted to stick outside and eavesdrop, all they would hear would be noisy voices and an orchestra playing during the interlude.

"Petrie, he's really slow at doing amputations."

"You just said that."

"Yes, but some of the scenes were too slow and too standard, including the rigorous hemostasis of blood vessels. He used crow's-beak forceps to pull out the ends of the arteries one by one and ligated sutures, including some small arteries. This took a very long time."

Martin imagined the scene and picked out the severed blood vessels one by one in the section of the severed limb. "I would rather use a soldering iron."

"This operation itself is beneficial to the patient's prognosis, Martin. Using a soldering iron is fast, but the burnt wound is not conducive to healing. His problem is that it takes too long. Can you imagine that a five-person concert can be played outside? Six-piece amputation?”

More than twenty minutes, nearly half an hour, this operation time is not worth mentioning under general anesthesia, it is nothing more than closing and opening the eyes. Without anesthesia, there is a high probability that the eyes cannot be opened.

"That's terrible."

"Indeed, it is unlikely to be solved even with iced anesthesia. That would be terrible." Craft said meaningfully, "But that will soon be a thing of the past."

He gently shook the box at his feet, and the set of glassware inside made a clear and crisp clanking sound like wind chimes.

The music outside came to an end, and the host's announcement overwhelmed the noise. The cumbersome prefix names were repeated over and over again, as if some team was about to come on stage to receive the award.

"...and an honorary professor at Rivers University, a lecturer at Wendeng Port College, and a knight who inherited the heroic blood of his ancestors. He came to Westminster from the far north of the kingdom..."

"Well, to be honest, it's a bit embarrassing. It's my turn before I know it. See you later. Please keep an eye on these papers for me." Kraft clinked glasses with Martin and drank the last sip.

“May the angels bless your lips.”

"Thank you, I'd better skip it." Speaking of angels, Kraft remembered that the pendant was still beside him, glowing red.

"Don't worry, based on my experience, it usually takes a while before you get to this point. If you show up too early, it will look very embarrassing. It's better to show up at a later time." Martin, who has many security experiences, said Sound advice.

"Oh yes, speaking of angels, there is indeed something I almost forgot to tell you. Didn't that weirdo say something before he died?"

"What are you talking about?" After being busy with the Duke and Yvonne's condition for so many days, Kraft had already pushed the things in the forest to the edge of his mind, and only remembered what happened by looking through his memory.

[…Say to them, Do not be afraid, for I bring you good news of great joy, which will be for all people…]

"I found an acquaintance from the seminary, the kind who is absolutely reliable, and asked what it meant." Martin leaned lazily on the back of his chair and took a sip of his iced drink. It seemed that the news was not bad.

"It's a passage that a saint said when he saw an angel descending to earth. Don't worry, it's not a curse or anything like that. It's a good thing it wasn't said to be a pagan who recited it, otherwise it would have been labeled as 'blasphemous' and he would have had to fight with me."

The black-robed figure paused in front of the door. In the too clear memory, the unrecognizable face was still in front of him. Under the colorful scales, the remaining facial features were distorted to show a recognizable "surprise" expression.

Looking back now, the "surprise" contained something other than unwillingness to die. It may be interpreted as a subtle surprise, or even getting what you want.

The body of the crawling creature had been dismembered by the chaos in the distance, and it was impossible for him to see it. And the thing that swept over him before he died, as weak as his breath, was probably his spiritual senses. Its scope was limited to the whole body and could not extend out of the window.

"Thank you, I'm sorry to bother you." Kraft opened the door and appeared in the main hall, stepping into the surging sound.

I again recommend "Secret Martial Arts: The Record of Knights and Rhinoceros". The author has reset the first volume (˙▽˙) to make up for the last shortcomings.