Liston looked at the shadowed staircase, the thin wooden frame did not cover anything, and there was no doubt that there was nothing there.

There was silence in the room, and even the boss turned his head and followed Kraft's line of sight to the old staircase, looking for what he was pointing at in the shadows that flickered with the firelight.

In silence, Lucius glanced at the stairs and then at Kraft, convinced that he was indeed referring to the other side, observing something that could not be seen, and that the others were bewitched into taking his question as some irrefutable statement.

Thinking of Kraft's sword without warning, the cold light slashing at a plank and an enemy he didn't know what it was, Lucius couldn't tell if it was hysteria or if something invisible had been lurking around for a long time.

"There's nothing there."

It was Liston who opened his mouth to break the emperor's new look, "Do you feel any fixed patches in your field of vision?" I know some people who have been traumatized like that. ”

Kraft's attitude did not seem to be fake, but Liston did not notice anything on the stairs, which had to make one suspect that it was an organic injury caused by an external impact, which is not uncommon in clinics.

Those who fall suddenly, are struck by a heavy object, may wake up and suddenly lose some ability forever, see, hear, or never be able to utter a complete sentence again, and behave strangely.

Some people interpret this as an invasion of the soul by evil things, but Liston scoffs at this, and evil spirits do not always infringe on their health through trauma. This must have been caused by structural damage to the human body, but his ability was not enough to draw empirical conclusions.

Incomprehensible paintings, identifying something unseen, presumably where Kraft had been injured after falling from the second floor, and in the case of the theory of bodily fluids, as long as the bruise in the body was released or when it dissolved on its own, sanity could be restored.

The closed windows and sea-soaked clothes remained unexplained, and Liston could not and did not want to delve into these details himself.

"So you remember how you slept in the back alley from the bed in your room?"

"Back alley?" Kraft had a slightly confused expression on his face that quickly dissipated, "Oh, yes, back alley, I jumped through the window......"

He closed his eyes and searched for the chaotic memories in his mind, and though only the most impressive ones remained, the step out of the window could still be remembered.

"Why? That's not a low height. Liston asked. Unlike Lucius's secrecy, Kraft is more honest, perhaps not recovering from the chaos he just woken up.

"Water."

Lucius handed Kraft a glass of water, and he took a sip and added an explanation, "I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about water down there." ”

"There's water in the back alley under the window?"

Without thinking, Kraft wanted to give an affirmative answer, and there was no doubt that there was a record of this in his consciousness.

The moment before he spoke, Kraft felt that this inference was very tight, if it wasn't water underneath, it was that his brain was flooded and jumped straight down, and he was sure that it wasn't the latter.

However, he was stuck, his logic stuck at a certain point, and he found himself blurring the boundary between dream and reality.

"That's not right."

"Isn't there water under the window?" Liston was confused by the tossed and turned over and over again.

"None of them are right!"

Kraft exclaimed, his expression hideous and confused, as if he was struggling with himself, and the focus of the conflict made him realize that he hadn't fully woken up, or that what he was experiencing was not a dream at all.

He is in a transitional phase of transition from a mostly forgotten experience to a normal world, where the acceptance and habit of everything in the experience is still there, and the memory of it is fragmented.

Break free from the numbness and composure and re-examine the "abnormal" parts of your surroundings. Spiritual senses, semi-dry clothes full of grains of salt. The part between lying in bed and being found in the back alley is strung together by residual dreams.

Based on these judgments, he had just experienced an anomaly that had a material impact on the real world.

【Turn it off】

The remnants of the dream continued to remind, urging the spiritual senses to push away, but it was too late.

A sharp and déjà vu headache struck and disrupted his thinking, his senses were confused for a moment, his mental perspective was pushed away, and he returned to his normal vision.

With a cramped feeling of crampedness and the discomfort of withdrawal, Kraft understood why he was so impressed with the amount of time he had used to control his mental senses.

To the others, Kraft suddenly clasped his hands on his face, letting out a painful gasp as if his trachea had been cut, and his slender fingers bent hard, as if to tear his face apart from the middle, freeing up the suffocating soul in the small space.

Lucius and Liston reacted quickly, lifting him to the table and lying down, unbuttoning the two buttons on his neckline so that he could breathe more freely.

However, Liston soon discovered that Kraft did not have purple lips and deep heaving chests like other patients with breathing difficulties, but instead showed rapid wheezing, more like an extreme reaction to excessive tension and agitation.

He tried to pull Kraft's hand away and see the state of his face, but Kraft's burst of strength far exceeded that of him and Lucius, and even if he had already exerted a lot of physical strength, the two of them together could not hold Kraft, who was struggling and writhing like a dehydrated fish.

"Calm down, Kraft! You're alright! ”

The considerable force reassured Liston a little, after all, this was not something that a critically ill patient could exert to look more like hysteria or something, but he was not dealing with Romollo in potions, so he could only watch Kraft continue to roll on the table.

The only thing you can do is to give it a hand, don't let Kraft unconsciously roll off the table and cause secondary damage, then the trouble will be even greater.

Fortunately, the situation was not urgent enough to require Liston or Lucius to use the internal medicine skills of the three-legged cat, and Kraft relieved himself after ten minutes and slowly calmed down.

"Uh, I'm sorry, something went wrong." Kraft turned his head sideways and pressed the left side of his face against the cold table, soaking away the remaining pain.

The pain had awakened some distant memories, as if not so long ago he had been lying on his table, surrounded by discomfort and headaches, where it was darker and more damp, and the sound of water could be heard at hand.

Some phantoms were shaking in front of me, and those cold silhouettes, coming from another place similar to the present world, almost coincided with the image in front of them, only more damp, darker, close to indistinguishable.

[Tide, creeping, soft]

Thoughts emerge like fragments of broken teleprompters, accompanied by scattered images of upside-down defects.

"You don't look as easy as you say you are."

"I know, but I do understand something."

Kraft can boldly deduce that from the salt tide to the anomaly he just experienced, it would be a ghost to say that it doesn't matter.

Considering that most of the memories have been lost, it must have been in contact with another dimension, and the large circle full of cracks that I drew as soon as I woke up was the last and clearest part of the memory.

【Celestial Body, Reverse Fall】

Since there is a reverse, then there is a positive direction?

Recalling the feeling of falling before being approached by something malicious in the salt tide area, there is reason to suspect that the feeling of falling is a physical illusion that occurs when entering the depths.

Conversely, it can be inferred that a reverse fall is to leave the depths.

Things were quickly sorted out, and I went into the depths, and then I returned to the present world through some celestial-like thing, and this circle was my own depiction of its image, and it was what I wanted to keep most over there before I lost consciousness.

So the question is, how did you get in?

Just like the time in the salt tide area, the feeling of falling while half asleep and half awake.

[Falling, white light, wriggling singing]

Not unexpectedly, after leaving the salt tide zone, the soft and malevolent thing that glowed white followed, and this time it dragged itself into the deeper layers of stability, the cold, damp place of memory.

The boundaries between dream and reality, spirit and matter, are blurred, and experiences on the "other side" are fed back into the present world. The salty spray of the tide smashed the barrier between the two, passing through the otherwise clear boundary and wetting his clothes.

Liston's words were true, and he himself followed the actions made in another level, and was moved from the room to the back alley.

Kraft realizes the seriousness of the problem, which is a very bad sign, breaking his long-standing belief that the deep influence on the world is limited to the spirit.

In other words, his perception of "reality" is so biased by hundreds of millions of points, and neither side is more real, both are material.

And if you can be pulled deep and soaked in the water over there, will it all be reversed?

Something over there can also be entered, or at least approached, when the barrier between the two is weak? After all, if you don't "get closer", how can you pull yourself over?

"Big trouble, Lucius, how long have I been asleep?" Kraft endured the discomfort, and despite Liston's resistance, he jumped off the table and nearly broke his foot.

"It's a whole day since last night."

"Did you go tell them not to drink from the well today?" Kraft put his knuckles against the corners of his forehead and asked a question that he already knew the answer to, and if Lucius had gone in alone, he would definitely not have been able to get out.

Lucius shook his head, "I didn't wait for you to come to the academy, so I came to find you first." ”

"You should be glad he still pulled me, or you would still be sleeping in the alley." Liston chimed in, he hadn't forgotten what he had come for, "Given your current health, I'd suggest you sit down and tell me what happened, and maybe I can help." ”

"I need to change places." Kraft glanced at the stairs and turned off his mental senses, but he didn't find anything there, and the creepy sensation he had just felt was just an illusion.

"One more thing, does this table sell? I'm going to take my first painting with me. ”