A symbol I haven't seen before is somewhat similar to the one I know, but also different.
There are no cracks on this ring that was divided into two, and it maintains considerable integrity. There is no common ground except for the transverse grain in the middle.
But when observing it, a vague feeling of being watched appeared, and the opposite gaze was cast behind the horizontal stripes.
It's like looking directly at the broken celestial body, but it's much weaker, to the point where you can't detect it if you don't feel it carefully. If this feeling of being watched is not really unique, it is not impossible to think that it is an illusion caused by oversensitivity.
The symbols carved on the prism gradually merged with the broken celestial body in the impression, and the crisscrossing cracks disappeared, which was how it originally looked.
Yes, since there are cracks, where do the broken things go?
Those line segments came alive. A long time ago, unimaginable power shattered the only observable celestial body in the black sky. Countless fragments scattered, were captured by gravity, and turned into meteorites all over the sky.
Those fragments burned in the atmosphere and landed on a level far away from this world but similar to this world.
The fragments from that celestial body naturally inherited its bleak, boring texture, as well as the power of floating between incomplete layers.
A certain civilization that left no historical records recorded this unprecedented large-scale contact with their—or possibly their—unique aesthetic carvings on this meteorite.
Then, these things with vague consciousness were alienated for unknown reasons and multiplied infinitely. The materials came from intelligent creatures that were most likely to access the deep layers.
From then on, he lingered on a level close to the present world, using his weakened copyright ability to hunt all human beings who consciously or unconsciously come into contact with the deeper levels in accordance with biological instincts.
On this deep land, their footprints are probably everywhere, from the distant Dunling to the Bianhuai land, and even beyond. As long as you have a relationship with the deep, there is a chance that you will encounter them and be further dragged.
Go deeper.
Not to mention the kind of contact between people in salt tide areas, encountering them is no longer a probability event, but an inevitable event.
The professor wants to use this method to elicit them and obtain the coveted breakthrough that surpasses the current limits of human cognition.
The full picture of the matter has been revealed. The motives, methods of operation, and the progress of the matter at this stage were unreservedly displayed in front of him. The cold and inhuman plan was entangled with the evil from the deep.
As for the consequences of being completely pulled into the depths and encountering them irresistibly in his sleep, Kraft could not continue to think about it. Who can say with certainty that those tissues must have grown by themselves?
But there are still some small questions here. Now at least two have been lured out, what next? Then how does Professor Kalman plan to catch them when they come back?
Even to put it modestly, if Kraft has one hand tied up, ten Kalmans plus Lucius may not be enough to fight, and the use of weapons also requires long-term training and accumulation.
Force is not something that can be easily compensated for, not to mention that in the weird depths, it has entered the three-axe routine of creeping creatures. If it weren't for Kraft's own special characteristics, the young version of Old Wood would probably be filled with hatred on the spot.
It’s not that I look down on the professor, but given his level, he might as well forget about following Kraft’s path. It only takes him less than two minutes to finish eating the brachiopod, which is faster than eating grilled fish. After all, the brachiopod doesn’t need to be picked on.
Look.
Therefore, the professor's contact method is different, or there are other safer methods, and the contact is made with preparation.
Not surprisingly, this place in the Deep World has always been "below" the real world. If I could come into contact with it by chance, someone must have come into contact with it earlier. If I was lucky enough to survive, it would be reasonable to explore it.
There were other things that came to Wendeng Port with the black liquid, which gave the professor's plan a final push. Maybe he saw Kalman's character so well that he couldn't refuse, and everything fell into place.
So who might know the best about this old professor who has been alone in Hong Kong for so many years? He knows him better than his student Lucius.
"Morrison." Kraft read out the name, a mentor mentioned only in professor's letters, the leader of Dunling University School of Medicine who he had never met, "Black liquid, Dunling, the so-called new discovery? This muddy water is deep.
Very good."
This is really a pain in the head. Dealing with creepers is similar to hunting. Each one shows his sword and claws to compete. However, dealing with layers of human malice has never been his area of expertise. It is very difficult to think about the way normal people think.
It's easy, but it would be too difficult for him to become an antisocial psychopath.
Now Kraft has other things to do. He has to get familiar with this round trip medium as soon as possible. If nothing else happens, there will be at least one living guy waiting for him to deal with.
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In the early morning, Lucius opened the door of Kraft's new house. There was no life in the deserted house. It seemed that Kraft had not had time to add some things that a normal home should have after returning last night.
"Craft?"
He called Kraft's name and walked into the house. There were several newly drilled nail holes in the walls and floors, as if they were for installation, but they were quickly removed.
No one responded to his call. The furnishings were the same as when they first moved in yesterday, except that the boxes containing the fish oil cans had been moved away.
There seems to be a strange atmosphere here. The new owner of the house did not renovate it for living purposes, but to hide secrets that he did not want others to know. Lucius slowed down as he contacted Kraft about what he bought yesterday.
"are u there?"
Still no response. As he went deeper, Lucius saw several more nail holes, which were drilled at the entrance of the stairs. They should have been used for installation, but were removed overnight.
He stepped up the stairs carefully, and here he saw the first thing that was different from yesterday, an iron chain half a person's height with a small bell hanging on it.
Leaning over, my back still touched the bell, which made a crisp tinkling sound behind me. It was quite pleasant, but it seemed a bit noisy in the quiet house.
Lucius believed that if Kraft was there, he would have been informed of his arrival, but he still did not hear the movement of the second person besides him.
Climbing up the stairs, the open doorways on each floor were hung with the same iron chains, and there were more and more nail holes. The bizarre arrangement reminded him of the changes in his mentor, who was also doing something incomprehensible.
Step by step, Lucius carefully climbed up to the attic, bypassing the iron chain and entering. This was the only place with a bed.
The blanket on the bed was torn off, and a few iron nails that had not been cleaned fell on the sheets. There were new candles on the candlesticks to keep the light in the room with the windows closed during the day.
There is no one here, but judging from the length of the candle, the owner has clearly left not long ago.
"Are you there, Kraft?"
Lucius asked symbolically without any hope, and was about to leave to look for a nearby place to buy bread. Maybe Kraft was preparing today's breakfast and happened to miss him.
"Yes, sorry for getting up late."
The sudden answer came from behind without any warning, making Lucius stumble forward in fright, and turned around while clutching his chest, where his heart was beating wildly.
The person standing behind was none other than Kraft. There was no sound of any footsteps, as if he was right there and said hello to Lucius as a matter of course.
He put on a new gray-yellow jacket that was different from yesterday. His left sleeve was rolled up and wrapped around several neat cotton bands that he had bandaged himself. There were still small blood spots oozing from it.
The long sword that was usually sheathed was held in the hand. The surface of the sword was no longer smooth and shiny, and there were white stains that could not be removed.
Noticing Lucius staring at his long sword, Kraft put it back into the scabbard as if nothing had happened. "It's nothing. I get up early to practice sword practice, right? Recently, I always feel that I have neglected to exercise, and sometimes I am not capable of it."
"Ah, I really envy you for having a family heritage like this. I sometimes want to imitate it." Lucius wisely did not ask when the "sometimes failing to do what he wanted" happened. He moved away from the topic and asked about business, "Today we are going to
What to do?"
One night passed, and he seemed to have recovered from yesterday's blow, and something had changed. In the words of the soul from another world, he "looked less like a student." The faint dark circles under his eyes revealed that he was actually a student last night.
Didn't sleep well.
Kraft walked to the window, removed the wooden bolt, and pushed the window outwards. The morning sunlight shone into the room, and the slight morning breeze blew in.
The height of the attic is a bit higher than the house opposite. Passing across Elm Street, you can see a dark mass of low shacks scattered on the black tidal flats. A new day has arrived in the salt tide area.
"We will go to that area again and record it day by day to see if the situation has changed."
"all?"
"Probably from here to the slightly taller shack over there." Kraft stepped aside and pointed out to Lucius the range he had drawn in his mind. Thanks to the good height, in
You can see it here.
Lucius, who had no idea of the scope, certainly didn't understand his intention at all. He only noticed the rows of nail holes by the window exposed after Kraft stepped aside and fell into deep thought.
"Today we have to go find the people who dug the wells. I hope their bids are not too high." Kraft didn't care much about whether Lucius understood the meaning. He sometimes forgot that not everyone agreed with him.
Also has extraordinary memory.
His right forearm was leaning against the window sill, and there was a sound of a hard object banging in his sleeve. Uncomfortably, he wanted to switch to his left hand, but thinking of the wound, he had to give up and found a chair to sit down.
"The current situation is like this. I think most people's condition will get better if there are no accidents. Solve this matter as soon as possible without delaying it any longer." There was some anxiety between his brows, and Lucius felt that there was some threat that made him restless.
Even though it was a bit offensive to ask at this time, Lucius still asked, "What if someone is still in trouble?"
"That means there are other problems in the area where they live, and I will solve it." Kraft pushed the chair away, "Let's go have something to eat before you leave. I'll treat you."