Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"A set of pagan patterns like a honeycomb, maybe on the wall, overhead, on the ground, or in a dug hole, in a sewer, anywhere that a bunch of rat-like blasphemers can get in. I need you to find it. it."

In front of the half-buried arch entrance, Green clarified the search target for the last time to ensure that his intentions were conveyed in place.

"At least two people should walk together. Just like entering the sewer, remember the return route. If you can't remember, make a mark and pull the rope. I don't want to waste time looking for the person who lost me."

A total of more than ten people were summoned here, carrying lanterns, torches, and their own weapons.

They did not raise any objections to the request to drill into the tomb to search for an unknown pagan pattern, and without any unnecessary conversation, they accepted the order and walked into the spiral downward corridor one after another, leaving two people to guard the entrance.

The biggest blasphemer on the scene cast an envious look, watching Green's people disappear among the spiral downward stairs, thinking of his own small society. In terms of discipline alone, this group of Church Tribunal personnel is better than the elite investigation team assembled in Westminster.

"Is this okay?"

"As long as your inference is correct, there is no need to worry. This is not the first time we have done this kind of work." Green took the lantern and hung another one around his waist, and handed the two torches to Wadding to carry, " Sooner or later, but it'll take some time, and I'm not going to watch while my people do their work."

"I thought it was crowded enough down there." Although he said this, Kraft had already begun to take off the inconvenient burqa and lit the lamp.

"The Lord said that laziness is the original sin, and those who indulge in comfort cannot ascend to the kingdom of heaven." Green took the first step and stepped into the shadow of the tomb.

It is indeed more convenient to do things when there are more people than when there are fewer people. Not to mention efficiency issues, the atmosphere alone has been greatly improved.

The moving footsteps of fire filled the tomb corridor, pushing the coldness of the space into the corners and curling up into the gaps between the bones, so that when passing the person in front sideways, you would still feel a little stuffy.

The monks of the church skillfully used their weapons and weights to hit anything they felt was inappropriate, including the holy emblem stone embedded at the end of the stairs.

After entering the tomb converted from the quarry, they spread out, put their lanterns in front of the niches, rummaged through the remains with traces of human movement, illuminated the four walls of each stone chamber, and looked behind the bone wall through the gaps.

"Father Green, come and take a look here!"

Not long after, several repeated calls brought Green and Kraft into a stone chamber.

A monk inserted his sword into the long bone wall of the room, reaching the guard. He was not in a hurry to take the next step, but looked at the priest solicitously.

"Tear it apart." Green nodded.

As the long sword was drawn out, a gap appeared in the intact pile of pieces. The professionals of the Tribunal successfully expanded it and retreated just before it collapsed, avoiding the scattered bones.

A narrow door was revealed, but Green showed a hint of disappointment when he saw it.

"No, this looks impossible." He reached into the door with a lantern, illuminating the cramped space where it was difficult to stand upright, and then ducked in. Kraft looked outside curiously and saw only a stone coffin placed in the center.

Green pushed open the coffin lid, covered his face to avoid the dust, quickly reset it after a brief inspection, and got out, "I knew it was just an ordinary tomb."

"There are some valuable burial objects, so it's better to hide them. Just cause us trouble, keep looking."

The progress of the search is not ideal. As you dig deeper, you will find that the appropriated quarry has not been well planned. It looks like upside-down trees growing haphazardly underground. There are branches and large and small stone chambers branching off from the main road. The quality of the stone is not ideal. Then look for another direction, or dig deeper.

The corridor is sometimes narrow and sometimes wide, and the cutting lines are folded into various uncomfortable angles at abrupt corners. Removing the unevenness left by the stone will produce a strange illusion like an inversion during periods of visual fatigue.

The stone niche gradually expanded and was filled with an astonishing number of bones that were difficult to fathom. One of the monks tried to use the same trick to explore the cavity behind the back with the blade of the sword. After taking apart the surface layer, they found that it was the inner layer that accommodated the brittle and thin bones. After the restraint was lost, it poured into the channel like quicksand and gravel, reaching up to the ankles.

This makes identification difficult. Those ancient bones obscure the true appearance of the tunnel and appear continuously in the field of vision.

The voices of my companions became increasingly blurred in the scattered underground maze. Occasionally, I found a seemingly hidden space again, which was then proven to be meaningless. I could only roughly notice that the team was gradually moving forward and downward. Or you may have lost your sense of direction in every corner.

Green noticed the accumulated mental fatigue and called the team to take a short rest in a stone room. He asked that they must make a mark before going down, and took out the prepared rope roll.

When they separated again, the monk who had walked away tied a knot with a thin rope on a relatively strong femur, held the rope roll and squeezed sideways into a narrow passage that widened on the side. Kraft and Green continued to explore along what was probably the main road.

They were probably the first people to descend here after the cemetery was formed, Kraft thought. In fact, he could no longer tell the difference between the corridors. Perhaps he only realized that he had entered a tunnel that was too deep until he hit a dead end. branch.

The conversation began to decrease, and one could notice that Green's breathing began to become deep and long, the kind of rhythm that occurs when the space is so narrow that it creates a sense of oppression.

In fact, they can still walk normally, but they still feel that the long bones are woven into the mucous membrane on the inner wall of the channel, and the changes in width are like the intestines pushing chyme.

"Stop, Green, stop!" Kraft shouted. Fatigue made his voice sound like water, and it took several seconds to be heard clearly.

"What's wrong?"

"I heard a noise."

Green calmed his breathing, raised his ears and listened to the voice Kraft said. He passed through rock cracks and several turns in the tunnel and reached their location with difficulty. It seemed to be the call of a monk.

"Also, you should get some more rest. We'd better stay in good spirits the whole time."

Several people turned back following the sound and found the two monks who were shouting out of breath. They were staying in half of the stone chamber when they saw Green rushing over and pointing breathlessly to the other half that was not yet completed.

At first glance, it appears to be an extension of a rock crack, diagonally splitting the wall. The craftsmen abandoned the stone chamber due to structural instability during the excavation.

But on the other side of the black fissure, if you look closely, it is clear that there are regular bricks stacked in blocks, showing clear artificial traces, and the dark atmosphere of dampness and corruption escapes.

"We also found this." The monk picked out a piece of burial utensils that were broken into a ball on the ground and mixed with bones and handed it over.

It seemed to be part of a small clay pot, but upon closer inspection it looked slightly newer. Green put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, then handed it to Kraft in confusion, motioning for him to take a look.

The fingertips rubbed the remnants of some thick and thick liquid on one side, and Kraft almost threw it away. Before that, his memory matched him with the identity of the thing when it was intact.

【Honey】

A smashed honey jar.