"You call this 'no big deal'?" Kraft was shocked. The development of the incident was as psychedelic as taking a deep breath of spore powder.
"A paganism, a new paganism with clear symbols, is scurrying like cockroaches in the sewers under your feet and has some strange methods. Is it not a big deal?"
Green glanced at the door to make sure no one was disturbing him. This is an independent stone chamber.
He did not mean to avoid it. He was very dissatisfied but said helplessly: "For many people, yes; but for those who can decide whether I can get support, not necessarily."
"Those who have inherited their surnames and territories only believe in their surnames and land; everyone knows this, but no one will point it out. For people with longer surnames and more land, this standard can be relaxed further."
"The presiding judge is happy to clean up the cockroaches in the house, but if the cockroaches are hiding in vases or under the holy cabinet, then that's another story."
"Even if these cockroaches set fire to the university laboratory and attacked the monks of the Tribunal in the suburbs. Just give up on this because of the symbol on a pair of tattered armor?" Part of the story has already been revealed, and it is time to increase the intensity.
"It's okay to burn another one. After all, it can't be burned under the chair cushion of Notre Dame Cathedral; there are no signs of spread of paganism." From the perspective of a senior practitioner, Green is very clear about the logic. "Of course, the attack is a very bad thing. We will find a way to retaliate.”
"The problem now is that this armor will make people worry, and casualties will make people worry even more. Whether this worry comes from those around them, or from the bishop or the chief judge, it is not a good thing."
"Casualties?" Kraft didn't see anyone disposing of the corpses along the way.
"God bless us. We had two teams out there when it rained. The team that was out earlier came back in time and I found the other team. The bad news is, they were not full when they were found."
"What hit them?"
"It's right here." The priest kicked the coffin, and the armor made a sound like a broken iron pipe, and something was swinging inside. "I'm afraid no one will believe that there is something alive in the armor. Think of it as a sojourn." Crab shell..."
The memory is more like an extremely real nightmare, fighting soft-bodied creatures with ancient metal shells in the passages where countless pagan symbols emerged.
When burning, the thing made a familiar sound that could not be distinguished from its own hallucination or reality. It was consistent with the victims confirmed afterwards, as if a part of them was still retained in it.
This reminded Green of the devil described in the holy scriptures, who would enslave and torture the victim's soul, leaving him with no peace after death.
On the way back, the illusion is further intensified by the obviously sparse distribution of graphics.
"Is it like the gibberish of someone who's been frightened out of his mind, or do you think it's something made up to avoid responsibility?"
"And you burned it to death?" The professor's acceptance was beyond imagination. He did not raise any questions about the description and simply accepted the theory of being attacked by an "armored hermit crab".
Judging from the scorched marks that are newer than those on the outside, the ending of the contents is probably somewhere between the squid on the iron plate and the stuffy sea crab - the kind that forgot to turn off the fire.
"Yes." Although he knew that the other party might know more about him, this attitude was still too ordinary. Green felt that the professor was not touched at all, and even revealed some well-hidden curiosity.
"Do you know what this is?"
"I don't know, but I can find out now. Fortunately, I just happened to bring something." Kraft took out a few pieces of equipment, spread them out, peeled off the visor that was about to fall off, and used a thin handle to The long pliers penetrate diagonally into the interior.
This professional attitude is so rare that the priest was a little surprised, "Did you know you would use it?"
"That's not true. It's just a small gift for an academic conference. They were quite enthusiastic and insisted on giving me a few before leaving."
"There is rarely any unwarranted kindness." Not to mention the manufacturing process, the materials and smooth polishing can be seen to be valuable.
"Of course, I know. The fact that I am using, or claiming to be using, is a reward in itself. Move the light over." Kraft stirred around in the helmet, picking up the pieces that were scorched together by black. I picked out a more regular piece. For some reason, this scene always feels like déjà vu.
Due to the influence of the semi-enclosed space, the combustion is not particularly complete. While the water steams the contents, the parts with better heat resistance are relatively intact.
Use tweezers to peel away the charred layer on the surface, and the yellowish white surface is gradually cleaned out. It is a gravel-like object with small corners and uneven surfaces that seem to be used for grinding.
Craft confirmed its identity: "The tooth, to be precise, is the second molar."
He inserted the long-nose pliers into a similar position, and after tinkering for a while, he picked out several similar pieces of different sizes. After cleaning them, he adjusted the order and arranged them in an arc.
There are still a few pieces missing from this arc, but the general shape can be seen.
"If I guess correctly, this thing makes a chewing sound when it eats?"
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Green acquiesced with difficulty.
This thing looks like an embryo, an embryo that grows unevenly, with the parts that need to be used developed first.
Some scattered bone fragments were also taken out from it. These are not as complete as teeth. The broken edges have a decomposed and loose structure, as if they have experienced the osteolytic reaction of osteosarcoma, but have been accelerated many times and infiltrated inward.
"I don't think it's 'digestion' in the conventional sense."
"What's the point of this?" This thing had eaten several people, and analyzing how they were eaten at this moment would only make Green feel worse.
"It makes sense. This is not like a person or any animal eating lunch. The food is slowly broken down into some basic nutrients by a lot of processes in the stomach, and then slowly absorbed. That's not the case, Green, it's completely different. .”
"How should I put it? They were used directly, just like you removed a brick from the backyard of the church and moved it to the front to build a partition. It is the internal deployment of the same entity. The essence of this thing is composed of 'people' , even using the same teeth as you and me.”
Ignoring the indescribable expression on the priest's face, the professor gave up the ineffective behavior of picking and piecing it together and began to disassemble the armor. "I think I know what this is. Help me take it apart. You don't plan to hand it in completely anyway, do you?"
"Why?"
"If my guess is correct, I should be able to find a piece of evidence."
After prying off the rusty buckle, the two of them worked together to lift up the entire breastplate, opening up the space where gelatin and solids were mixed like opening a crab shell, and the disgusting smell of burnt protein spread out.
There is obviously a certain gap between the ignition technology and Morrison's, and the burning is quite incomplete.
The physical and psychological disgust caused Kraft to cover his mouth and nose and avoid it. He waited until the smell had basically dissipated before approaching, and used a tool to pull away a lump of mushy substance. The expected target was protected in the center and suffered little damage.
Kraft clamped it, removed it from the half-formed vertebrae of the arch, grilled it, and scraped off the dry crust.
A finger-long, gray-white prism emitted some extremely weak and obscure light that evoked Green's unpleasant memories. That was the light spurting out from the deep well. It was shrunk countless times at this moment and was pinched between the iron teeth.
"You know this thing." Even the most obtuse person can see the clear purpose of this operation.
"Yes, but this is the first time I know how it is formed."