[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies":3,"chapter-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-29":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Notes on Kraft Anomalous Studies",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2283507,4467,"Chapter 29: Chapter Twenty-Seven: Notes","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-29",29,"\u003Cp>In the candlelight, Kraft spread out the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was now staying at the same inn where he had lodged during his last visit to Hegang, even in the same room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Kraft had hesitated for a long while at the door of the professor’s provided housing with the key in hand, before finally turning back to the inn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that he had lost trust in the professor—only that the various incidents indirectly revealed Karlman’s mental state was far from normal, and people in such a condition rarely acted reliably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, before this trip, his grandfather had given him enough money to settle permanently in Hegang, so Kraft chose to stay at the inn for now, attend a few classes, and then look for long-term accommodation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he intended to organize everything he had encountered in written form, recording his knowledge in a reliable, fixed format.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As someone deeply shaped by his grandfather’s teachings, he was inclined to classify such events as “anomalous phenomena,” since they were indeed bizarre enough; once bound into a notebook, they could be called “Notes on Anomatology.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, based on his own firsthand experience, he could make an immature judgment—that so far, all the anomalous phenomena he encountered had limitations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was the hallucinations and fever triggered by the stone pillars, or the black liquid’s inducement of humans, he had always been affected only after approaching and visually observing tangible, material objects related to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had reason to suspect that the black stone pillars discovered in the village fields had a limited range of influence, which gave rise to the local “fever disease”; moreover, this influence could only affect certain individuals, under unknown conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black liquid, however, required being brought directly before one’s eyes to produce a noticeable inducement—but this influence seemed easier to trigger, as Professor Karlman, Lu Xiusi, and Kraft himself had all been affected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, this limitation meant a physical “medium” had to exist within the knowable realm, requiring visual contact and entry into a specific range, and even the observer had to meet certain conditions to trigger the effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This conclusion was also why Kraft still planned to return to class; after locking everything away in his secret laboratory, he felt somewhat reassured—now he only needed to keep an eye on Lu Xiusi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If conditions allowed, he would also check whether any uncollected items remained, and deal with them as well; ideally, he’d find out where the samples the professor had taken for himself had gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lock what needed locking, bury what needed burying, hide everything thoroughly. Then, when the professor returned, give him a proper lesson in laboratory safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undeniably, Kraft harbored a considerable amount of Jiaoxing  psychology: in his two encounters, the first had been a close call, the second far less severe, leading him to believe such things were no different in prevention from certain contagious diseases, at most vaguely linked to magic in novels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other hand, he couldn’t yet abandon them entirely, since he knew people here, and this was the only medical academy nearby, and after all… he’d still need to rely on them in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reassuring himself that “not touching it means no danger,” Kraft noted his second point:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As mentioned in the first point, the medium’s effect on humans was not indiscriminate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He himself seemed more sensitive to the medium’s differences, more aware of the existence of “anomalous” objects, and exhibited reactions distinct from others—he was a special individual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The village doctor had mentioned that everyone in the village who contracted the “fever disease” died within two days, yet he had inexplicably survived; moreover, he alone, without reason, had sensed the black liquid’s inducement of living beings to touch it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft listed two possibilities: either his physically trained body was exceptionally healthy and his awareness unusually sharp, accounting for the difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or the side effect of his “transmigration” was at play—perhaps merging two souls was like getting a bonus product, with special treatment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, for now, note it down; perhaps he’d someday be unfortunate enough to test his hypothesis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black liquid itself had another key point to note—he didn’t understand why, or what purpose it served, in inducing organisms to touch or even ingest it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The worst possibility he could imagine, based on his meager experience, was that it was some kind of magical parasite, needing nutrients from other organisms; Lu Xiusi’s current stability might merely mean it hadn’t yet breached the mucosal barrier of the digestive tract, or was still growing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was frustrating, really—if it turned out to be true, even if Kraft noticed Lu Xiusi’s changes, his own skills would likely be useless, and he’d have to take things as they came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More likely, it was meaningless, like the “gift” left by the snow-night dream—ordinary people could only comprehend and utilize the parts that fit within their own cognitive framework.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karlman believed it was the “black fluid” of the Four Humors theory; Kraft suspected it had neurotoxic properties, but its very nature transcended common sense, unsuitable for investigation and impossible to investigate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft paused, drew a dividing line, and started a new paragraph:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet for now, these phenomena, in their outward manifestations, resembled magic or curses in literature—explicit dangers were limited, but they remained fundamentally incomprehensible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frankly speaking, worrying about them was less urgent than worrying about the outbreak of certain infectious diseases, which were the most likely source of chaos in this era, and the very scenario Kraft feared most after learning the current state of medicine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, an otherworldly soul was merely a soul-transmigration—he hadn’t brought a single vaccine from childhood, and in an age without antibiotics or antiviral drugs, survival was pure luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, he was pondering how to repackage “Microbiology” and “Parasitology” and slip them into the medical academy’s curriculum, so that if he ever fell ill, they wouldn’t resort to bloodletting and turn his misfortune into a farce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, returning to the task at hand, Kraft unexpectedly realized he had already done everything he could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had isolated the black liquid and the experimental records; he had prepared himself to observe Lu Xiusi during each class visit—that was all he could do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Limited by current communication and transportation, he couldn’t chase after Professor Karlman to uncover the full truth, and besides, the origin lay not with Karlman himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away in Dunling, at the heart of the kingdom, beneath the watchful eyes of the king and the church, Professor Mo Lisen had somehow produced the black liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He claimed it had been extracted from human bodies, and had asked Karlman personally to assist in its study; viewed against existing clues, the whole affair was riddled with red flags.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most likely, it was a scam based on anomalous phenomena—and that would be the better outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less likely, every word Mo Lisen spoke was true—then the horror would send chills down the spine: he had extracted from the human body something that should never exist within it, a logic so chilling upon reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft confirmed his morning thought—he had arrived too late, and far too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The best chance to stop this had been to transmigrate to Dunling, seize Mo Lisen, and force him back to proper medicine, abandoning anomatology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second-best chance had been to intercept the samples sent to Karlman, preventing the entire chain of experiments, and especially stopping him from secretly taking black liquid to do something even Lu Xiusi couldn’t be told about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last chance had been a week ago, using his formidable powers of physical persuasion to shake sense into the two obsessed experimenters and prevent Karlman from traveling to Dunling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Karlman’s fast ship had sailed for a week; Kraft was stuck here cleaning up after him, watching over Lu Xiusi, vigilantly monitoring every possible point of failure, playing Sherlock Holmes in a web of confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never been good at deduction games, even with his heightened awareness—he applied it mostly to his own field, not criminal investigations; discerning changes in the professor’s handwriting was already his limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earliest part of the experimental records was neat; the letters had also been written at that time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the professor’s handwriting gradually spiraling out of control, twisting and distorting until it became unrecognizable symbols.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was certain that the professor’s mental state had deteriorated steadily; he could only hope that before leaving, he hadn’t done something with the black liquid that Kraft couldn’t possibly handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was much to do, but little he could actually manage. At the end, in deep revulsion, Kraft made his current summary:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maintain distance, ensure containment, and under no circumstances, touch it unless absolutely necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>",1453,"2026-06-20T02:15:55.761Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0430dad546dc26fdba3d83daf2164444ccf143960ebc4def922eb642175d1005","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-30","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-28",406,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-cover.jpg"]