"I don't think this is the right place for everyone to go down together." Kraft took out the last two sample bottles. The harvest from this journey was far greater than before, and the various samples may refresh our knowledge in the near future.
"To be precise, it's not suitable for any human being to go down there, but unfortunately there's nothing I can do here."
He did not avoid looking away like others, and stared at the movable sculptures that were constantly leaking black liquid for a while, patiently waiting for the reaction of these inexplicable things.
However, they didn't, they just moved slowly and periodically in a fixed rhythm, seemingly not interested in the living creatures and light and heat nearby.
"I have an idea." Kraft tentatively threw the burned out torch into the pit, but it still didn't arouse any further reaction. "The rope you brought should still be there, right?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Just in case, I need someone to pull me up if necessary." Kraft took the rope from Wadding and tied it into a secure enough knot across his waist and shoulders.
The rope is very heavy and has a toughness that matches the weight. It is really difficult for Wading to carry the things all the way here. It was originally prepared to fix the ship or climb over special terrain if necessary, but now it finally comes in handy.
"It is recommended that friends who are in a daze turn their backs. If necessary, I will pull the rope three times quickly as a signal, and then you use as much strength as possible to pull me back as quickly as possible."
He stretched the rope hard, making sure that even if he was torn into two pieces, the thing would not break into two pieces. The diameter was about the thickness of two thumbs put together, enough to tug-of-war with the carriage.
"See you later." The professor put down the package, threw the rope loop back into Wadding's hand, handed the short end to the priest, and took the first step towards the hellish pit.
He opened his arms to maintain balance, and placed his feet, which did not bear any weight, on the relatively thick petrified limbs. The small branches swinging blindly scratched the surface of the boots, leaving white marks and a sound like rubbing sandpaper.
The center of gravity of the body slowly moved, crossed the edge, and leaned forward until the second boot was lifted and stepped into it as well.
After a few long seconds of waiting, Green saw Kraft gesture behind him to indicate "everything is okay" and take the second step with the lantern held levelly.
Just one body away, the figure staggered, as if it suddenly crashed into a viscous, thick environment. The weight on the body and mind was shared by the buoyancy, becoming slow and light.
His hands subconsciously tightened the rope, and he almost felt that he would receive a signal in the next second, or that the other party had lost the ability to send signals.
But Kraft immediately regained his balance, took another step forward, and seemed to quickly adapt to the change.
It doesn't feel like walking on its own initiative, but like fish being pushed by the tide to cruise to the place they are destined to reach in life. This is how it has always been, and how it should be.
Thousands of slender palm fingers gather together knowingly and become the most attentive waiter. They always lay down the red carpet at the right place where the distinguished guests stay, forming a path that changes with the direction of travel.
The pain temporarily fades away, the mind is clear and empty, and the environment in turn adapts to changes in one's own will.
Everything is perverse and comfortable, the road follows the footsteps, objective rules obey subjective will, and spirit determines matter.
The situation was a bit strange, but the freedom and lightness of the empty consciousness made people very comfortable. He continued walking for a while, relaxed his arms, swung them naturally, and handed the lantern to his empty hand.
As it goes deeper, the longer rope becomes heavier and heavier, pulling the upper body back slightly. The consciousness pays some attention and instructs both hands to lift it. The texture of the feedback is not clear, and the thick and long rope is as light as cotton thread.
After another step of descent, the black liquid gathered here. He stretched out his hands to support the soles of his feet and lifted himself up, away from the scaly rippled liquid surface.
The body seems not as light as before. The sluggishness hinders the conscious control of the limbs. It requires more attention to perform fine movements. It seems like waking up in the library after a long nap, and the activities are numb and numb.
arms, and the weight pressing down on the arms is always there.
Among the spiral floors that are countless at a glance, there are tall bookshelves lined up row upon row, filled with spines of four colors. They are arranged in pairs facing each other, giving a strong sense of order.
His consciousness naturally took the book that was handed to him and opened it to read. The pages were densely packed with words with bizarrely detailed patterns, and his sight was like spilled ink, quickly spreading over the devouring words and seeping into the pages further down.
Brand-new knowledge flows in the consciousness, and the novel and wonderful features are unheard of. Some are superior to the mainstream views, and some simply start from unimagined blind corners of thinking, point out new pathways, and connect content that has nothing to do with each other.
Pointing at the surface makes the vision suddenly clear.
What I have learned in the past cannot even fill the prologue, and there are even countless omissions and errors, making it shamefully crude.
The first moment of enlightenment allowed him to identify the possible causes of several diseases whose pathogenic mechanisms were not known in the traditional sense, and then devised targeted treatment plans.
Consciousness is like a dehydrated person opening his thirsty lips to receive the information pouring down. However, they only stay briefly and pass through the mouth, only slightly moistening the tip of the tongue, and even this moisture is evaporating.
This left him at a loss. He raised his hands to look for loopholes, pressed his cheeks on both sides, covered his chin, and tried to grasp the trembling esophagus. The texture was as rough as gravel, which made his skin feel strange.
Kraft raised his eyelids that had been closed for some time and tried to observe his surroundings. The suddenly intensified burning sensation from the scratch on his cheek prevented him from twisting his neck any further.
The light of the lantern was left far behind, undetectable, the multi-toed limbs surrounded him, and the petrified texture clung to his face.
A multi-jointed flexible arm stretched out from the darkness below was handed out to him, and it was tightly grasped with his left hand. Slender fingers of different lengths passed through the gaps between the fingers and wrapped around the back of the hand and the wrist. The two arms were inlaid with pale geometric fragments.
The shapes and foreign objects complement each other.
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【trigger】
He "held" something, but it was not a palm. It was a hard object with an irregular shape. His slender "fingers" stretched into the gaps, grasped the small depressions on the surface, and zigzagged deep into the object, blending with it.
One body.
The space narrowed sharply, but it was not the kind of narrowing that cut off the mental senses. The body seemed to have returned to an embryonic state without memory. The amniotic cavity was so flat that it was impossible to move. The thin amniotic fluid was not enough to cover the whole body, and some unformed tissue was soaked in it.
which develops.
The self is infinitely diluted, like ink dripping into a lake, spreading into a new body cognition - the space does not become smaller, but it becomes larger.
This connection must be broken immediately, but before breaking, there is one last thing that needs to be done.
He mobilized all his thinking abilities and temporarily intercepted a small piece of information that he had seen from the knowledge that could not be retained, about how to quickly deposit and solidify a certain substance into a tough structure.
It can build the most basic support framework for advanced sports, or it can transform these frameworks into sharp thorns from the inside out in ultra-limited use.
It only remains in consciousness for a moment, but even a moment is enough.
【calcium】
Around a theme, consciousness weaves and mixes it with the "pacemaker", gently stirring up the fluctuations that envelope the thin "amniotic fluid".
At that moment, Kraft was sure that he was satisfied. He was a sculptor who completed the desired work with the simple carving knife in his hand.
Under the command of the exact opposite effect of digitalis, cells excrete a large amount of calcium ions, and the second command, through the mechanism that has been forgotten, causes the secreted calcium to be deposited at a speed of tens of millions of times, before it has the opportunity to become bones.
Before being converted into real stones - hydroxyapatite, calcium phosphate, calcium carbonate, calcium oxalate... all the damn stuff that can't be easily reabsorbed.
Sand and gravel are generated in tissue gaps and circulation, blocking blood vessels, blocking joints, and turning soft tissues into rough calcified lesions.
It's a pity that the only person here who can understand this work has just died. Even if he is alive, it is unlikely that he can share this joy.
The remaining ignorant people can only see the fleeting celestial light on the ground like an illusion.
Before they could react, the sculpture was completed, and there were three regular pulls on the rope in their hands.