From an effectiveness perspective, Kraft quite agrees with sending people to guard their ideas.
The hexagonal hall is like a large underground transportation hub, where a large number of passages converge. Assuming someone is really using these drainage passages, the probability of passing through here is very high.
The team was exploring and turning back. As they approached the hall, they saw light coming from the front. It lasted only a short time and disappeared before they could chase them out of the cave.
It is easy to think of those people walking in the hall carrying lights, passing the exit of the tunnel where they were, and then entering another passage and disappearing into the branches of the road.
If there is one, there are two. It is unlikely that this is the first time for them to pass through here.
In a lightless environment, even torches that are far apart can be easily noticed. As long as a few people are sent to stay in the dark, the light sources passing through the entire hall will be invisible.
"It's pretty good, but it still depends on time and luck."
"Time, luck, and patience. We will find the heretic, it's just a matter of time." Green felt that he was getting closer to his goal step by step.
Perhaps they are locked in the same room with closed doors and windows, passing each other from time to time, and sooner or later they will bump into each other. The one who knows the opponent's existence will have a great advantage.
"The most worrying thing now is whether they will be aware of our presence. So I asked the team to extinguish the torches when passing through the hall and only use lanterns. I hope it will be useful. May God bless us."
There really is nothing outsiders can do here. Father Green is an experienced professional. In most cases, he is very thoughtful and doesn't need anyone's help.
But he was still a little worried, "Did they see what kind of light it was?"
"What kind of light?"
"Such as color, stability, etc. For example, the light of the torch should be closer to orange, with some jitter." It would be best if someone walked by holding a torch.
The priest rummaged between the two notes for a moment and confirmed that they had not been recorded. To be precise, no one had thought of this aspect. "What kind of light could it be?"
"For example... it's like sifting through glass. It's not the color of flames, but more pure, stable light, like natural light." Kraft gave an example.
"There must be something you haven't told me. It's not fair." Green looked at the professor who had been acting strangely since the first meeting. He could sense the purposeful nature the other party often displayed.
There is no way to force the information out of this guy's mouth, but at least in the current state of mutual need, you can occasionally get a glimpse of what direction the other party is thinking through various unusual concerns.
"Josh, please come here." He waved to a monk who was resting. "What kind of light did you see then?"
The monk stood up unsteadily from the wall, moved to the coffin that was used as a table, and sat down cross-legged.
I was a little confused when I woke up from a half-asleep state. It took me a while to regain my consciousness and then I figured out what Green wanted to ask. He said oh.
However, there was nothing more to say. He remained silent in his recollection state, and did not hesitate to speak until Green reminded him.
"About when I was about to return to the hall and the sound of water started to sound, the person walking in the front said that there was light, but it was very faint. If they hadn't mentioned it, I would have discovered it much later."
"So can you tell what color it is? Is it the same torch as yours?" the priest asked, realizing that he had taken it for granted before.
The monk thought about it carefully and shook his head slightly apologetically, as if if he shook his head a little harder, he would lose the thin impression in his memory, "Maybe it is really far away, only a little bit, almost covered by the light of the torch. It's just that it's really far away.
The water channel in front is not so dark, and we can barely see clearly."
"Then, does the light change?"
"We chased in a low voice, but it quickly darkened in front of us. We were chasing so fast that we didn't even see clearly how it got dark."
"Okay." It sounds like they really only caught the tail of the light, or the tuft of hair on the tip of the tail. "Then what kind of light do you think it is? Is it a torch?"
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The person involved recalled it again. It can be seen that he put in some efforts to try to capture the content in the memory that was not the key point. Unfortunately, the effect was not obvious.
After all, as long as you catch up with the pagans, who cares what kind of torch or lamp they are holding?
But he did not give up. Through experience, he felt that he should have enough impressions of the few bright spots encountered in the tedious search, about the depressing steps during tracking, the dark passages, and the accumulation of old mud.
Only about the key point of everything, the brief light that wandered from the hall to the passage, there was no description that could be put into words.
"Sorry, now that I think about it, I don't think it's like an ordinary torch." He apologized for his omission, although Father Green didn't mean to blame him, "But I can't tell what kind of light it is. Maybe you can ask other people."
"Is there anything similar?" Kraft knew that this was a bit too persistent, but it was better to ask than not to ask.
"I think, what I mean is that I just think that maybe it is more like a kind of natural light, like the sun or the moon. It is very light and has no color, just like the moonlight at night with clouds and fog, but it is even thinner."
During the process of the client's narration, Green's pen in his hand never stopped. The tip of the pen was nailed to the coffin board through the paper, making a short sound like a telegraph message.
As he listened, his recording speed became slower and slower, and finally stopped completely, listening to the subjective and vague description with unclear meaning.
Speculations, memories and metaphors are mixed, and it is difficult to distinguish which ones are actual sightings and which ones are supplements of personal imagination. This kind of description cannot be written down on paper without reorganizing and rearranging it.
He looked aside, and the professor listened attentively without comment.
"Do you need me to ask someone else?"
"It would be great if it doesn't disturb your rest too much."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The monk called other witnesses who had experienced it, and their statements proved that the light coming from the hall was not a parallax error of an individual person.
But those sterile statements were nothing more than words like "unclear", "light" and "thin". No one could give an exact explanation, including the person at the front of the team who first noticed the change in the brightness of the channel.
There were not a few words written down on the paper. The supplementary content surrounding that brief encounter had made it seem cumbersome and expanded into a black spot. Among the other slender, clear and similar notes, it was like a tower that contained a very large volume of darkness.
The hall is like a lot of featureless passages.
The clues turned into suspicious clues.
"I think your focus is reasonable. Maybe the lights they carry are special. Could they be made of special glass or something like that?" Father Green looked back at his records and was dissatisfied with the erratic descriptions in them.
"Certain glassmakers will add things into the glass to give them unusual colors. The church has been very happy to cooperate with them. I believe it will not be difficult to ask some questions, which will help us find their relationship on the ground."
"Try it." As he said this, Kraft had no hope.
He was a little anxious, and those anxieties came from the knowledge brought about by unspeakable experiences. The more he knew, the more suspicious he became.
These unsystematic and shallow understandings make people aware of the dangers of the world, but they cannot see the whole picture. They will not be able to find peace before they understand the answer, and they will not even know what is driving them.
This made him reflect on another question, whether it was reasonable to drag a group of people into this matter like this - even if this was their duty, they could not drag ignorant people off the boat into the deep waters that they had not yet explored.
Reasons to swim in.
The two continued to talk about various things; the search that would take time, the nature of the light source, and how the pagans could establish a stronghold here.
Several times during this period, he wanted to tell something, but he couldn't.
This would probably be regarded as some extremely evil and bizarre statement, and he was unable to make any interpretation of this huge hexagonal space.
Before leaving, the professor repeated his previous warning, "Be careful and be prepared for the worst. If there is any abnormal situation, it is best to retreat first, even if you encounter the light again."
There must be more than one clue to the pagan activities, and it doesn’t matter if you miss it. I will check the equipment purchasing channels of the college, and there will probably be clues.”
Hopefully this will give you more options for retreating at critical moments.
"Thank you for your concern. I'll leave it to you at the academy." Green drew an imaginary circle on his chest and made a prayer gesture. He probably felt real concern, but it's not certain how much he could listen to the instructions. "I'm not
Rigid people know how to deal with it."
"Heavenly Father bless you."
Leaving behind his heartfelt blessings, Kraft left with a feeling that he didn't know how to describe.
Returning to the clinic, he inspected the patients who had been left in the afternoon, and explained to David and a group of apprentice assistants at the bedside. He had to eat reheated bean soup and bad-tasting bread for dinner. When he sat down at the desk, he felt a rare feeling.
The long-lost feeling of mental fatigue.
[Concerning the outpatient clinic during the day, night shift at night, teaching inside, projects outside, and entertainment tomorrow morning]
"Sometimes I feel like I've done a lot of things, but why is there so much more to do?"
Pulling out the letterhead decorated with turquoise blue dye painting, Craft confirmed that the banquet would be tomorrow morning, and did not write down a specific time. Maybe he could go to bed later.
The place was a suburban manor, and the correspondent seemed to be trying to arouse interest by displaying works that represented the best craftsmanship of the day, as well as exquisite baubles that would be of interest to younger guests.
The invitees generally include people with business contacts, some people with unknown surnames, and people from the academy who have written their titles.
Rather than saying it was a banquet, Kraft felt it was closer to a manufacturer's product display. There were industry friends, seating experts, and the like, everyone enjoying a free lunch and taking photos.
You can even take Yvonne with you to walk around more and taste delicious food, which is good for your mental health.
When Kraft thought about it, he always felt that the letter was a bit misleading in some non-main aspect.
I recommend the new book "Children of the Stars" by an author I have always admired.
"I Can See the Status Bar" written by Mr. Luo Sanguan is one of the medical texts with the hardest starting point; what is rare is that after its success, he resolutely tried new subjects.
This new book is based on a fictional disease that combines medicine and physics. It is of extremely high quality and is highly recommended.
(I saw it in the science fiction area, and it was like eating real beef in the braised beef noodles⊙▽⊙)