Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 295, Section 294: Various Anomalies

Chapter 295, Section 294: Various Anomalies
In his "home" in the town, Klein found the materials he needed, set up the ritual and the spiritual wall, and prepared to use ritual magic to pray to the "origin of knowledge," the "mystery of madness," the "demon of wisdom," and the "destination of all knowledge."

In the "Various Outlines and Names of Ritual Magic" compiled and summarized by Miskatonic University, many names involving hidden beings have been proven to provide a certain degree of assistance to the ritual user. Of course, this also requires the ritualist to strictly abide by the various rules when establishing contact with these hidden beings.

Otherwise, if the rules are violated and a malicious response is received, it could be a fatal blow to ritualists and extraordinary individuals with low rank.

With the help of three candles and ritual magic, Klein received a response from the "source of knowledge." The old notebook moved automatically without wind, and strings of moving text on it began to arrange themselves in a normal and reasonable pattern.

The ritual magic has begun to automatically analyze the jumbled contents of this strange notebook.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the words on the worn-out notebook twist and turn before finally settling into a still image.

"Now all we have to do is wait. As for the rest of the issues concerning this family, we can deal with them after my mental state recovers to a safe level."

In a place like this, it's definitely the right thing to do to play it safe.

Klein looked around the room to see if there was anything he needed, while waiting for the ritual magic to complete.

Klein didn't notice that in his reflection in the mirror on the desk, his hair was growing longer and longer, and the swirl at the end was gradually taking shape...

The surrounding objects were slowly and subtly shifting their positions around Klein's direction.

Three hours later.

Black Vortex Town, Hospital.

With her mental state stabilized at 90, Fors recalled her identity and the "hospitalized sister" mentioned in her exam questions, and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

“In the horror novels written by Emperor Russell, places like schools and hospitals are high-incidence areas for terrorist incidents.”

Honestly, if Fors had come alone, this place, which looks terrifying from the outside, would have made her want to just walk away, let alone go inside.

Anderson, holding a camera that was half the size of his head, still looked relaxed.

"Does the little girl find this place scary?" he asked with a smile.

Fors's lips twitched slightly. To be honest, she felt a little itchy in her hands.

Fors took a deep breath, silently repeating to himself: It's something I'll have to face sooner or later; as Emperor Roselle once said, "The sooner you die, the sooner you're reborn..."

After mentally preparing herself, Fors lifted her heavy legs, took a step forward, and entered the hospital.

Anderson followed closely behind, and the two walked into the hospital, a high-risk area that was clearly prone to terrorist incidents.

The hospital's equipment was old and not as clean and bright as St. Peter's Hospital in Tingen. There were also no elevators made by the Faculty of Mechanical Engineering at the University of Tingen available for their use.

But the hospital in Black Vortex Town didn't resemble the gloomy, terrifying, abandoned hospital described in the novels Fors had read.

This is just an ordinary town hospital, nothing strange about it, it's perfectly normal.

But what seems normal actually feels somewhat abnormal in this "Level 3" exam room.

After Fors and Anderson asked the nurses where the obstetrics and gynecology department was, they moved up the stairs to the floor where the department was located.

"Mr. Hu De, in your opinion, where do you see the abnormalities at the hospital?"

As a newcomer to the world of mysticism who only enjoys writing and lacks sufficient experience and knowledge, Fors is adept at assessing situations. Moreover, seeking advice from someone in a higher position under these circumstances is not something to be ashamed of.

“If it’s something related to the vortex…” Anderson pondered for a moment, seemingly making a connection to Fors’s mission. His expression became inexplicable for a moment before returning to its usual state.

“There are actually a lot of things related to vortexes in a place like a hospital, but given that your job is in the obstetrics and gynecology department, the focus should be,” he paused for a moment, and said, “well, on the babies.”

"baby?"

Fors's expression also became a little strange, but before she could think of anything about the baby that could be related to the "vortex", the two of them had already arrived at the obstetrics and gynecology department of the hospital.

Looking down at the otherwise ordinary hospital corridor, Fors still couldn't figure out the connection between the baby and the "vortex." Anderson glanced around the corridor and said:

"There shouldn't be any danger now. Why don't you go check on your sister first, and then we can discuss this further, okay?"

"it is good."

Fors quickly composed herself. She found "her sister's ward," paused at the door for a moment, and then, as if gathering her courage, pushed open the door and went inside.

Anderson, holding a camera, looked through the observation window at Fors talking to a woman dressed as a pregnant woman lying on the bed with a high belly, and silently gagged.

"This place is really disgusting."

What were the people who created this place thinking? So much nonsense, it might not kill anyone, but it's enough to make you sick.

The smile on his face had vanished, and as Anderson thought about what he had previously associated with it, he felt that his mind had become dirty as well.

"If that's the case... the symbolic significance of this place has probably reached the level of a demigod, Sequence 3, Sequence 2, or even Sequence 1..."

or...

Fors managed to get some information out of her sister, who was in this identity, but didn't uncover anything of value.

"But she said the late-night snack was delicious."

Fors came out and said to Anderson, "Should this be a clue?"

“Then we’ll wait until tonight.” Anderson had composed himself and patted the camera in his hand. “Hopefully Mr. Moretti can decipher the notes in his hand as soon as possible. We need some useful clues. And, Ms. Wall, don’t you think our hair is getting longer and longer?”

Fors was startled. Through the reflection in the window of the hospital corridor, he saw that his hair had grown by a full half since he first entered Black Vortex Town, and his expression became even more solemn.

She was the first to notice the hair problem, but at some point, her mind became constantly drawn to the things around her.

Is this some kind of characteristic of the "whirlpool" symbol? "Perhaps it's a time limit, like, if our hair gets too long, we'll be strangled by the whirlpool of hair?" Fors took out his handwritten notebook and quickly jotted down a passage to avoid forgetting it later.

“That possibility cannot be ruled out.” Anderson shrugged. “In short, everything in this town related to the ‘vortex’ is probably problematic.”

"And this shouldn't just be limited to their things and people; even for us outsiders, the longer we stay here, the more likely we are to encounter similar problems."

"So, here's a question." Anderson smiled at Fors, then casually mentioned a situation that sent chills down Fors's spine:

"Do you think our fingerprints are a type of vortex? And our cochleas are... a type of vortex?"

Since everything here is turning into a vortex—the words on the station platform, the ashes from people being burned, the clouds in the sky, the mother's placenta, the human torso—why aren't the "vortexes" that were already present in them affected?

Klein looked at the notebook, which was almost finished with the help of ritual magic. After selecting the key points, he prepared to rewrite the somewhat obscure ancient Hermes and translate it into Rune.

As he organized the documents, Klein turned the pages one by one, his pen sliding across the paper as he jotted down one word after another.

The more Klein looked and translated, the more serious his expression became.

At that moment, he didn't notice that, without realizing it, the sounds of "Mom" that should have been frequently heard outside the room door had stopped.

"The church of the stars guided children lost in the starry sky and the sea, and thus, the town was built and gradually prospered..."

"Together we teach the language of the stars, and in the children's prayers and hymns, the great Lord of the stars gives us strength and bestows upon us the power derived from the tides..."

"The 'vortex' slumbers beneath the earth; it is the bridge through which the great ruler of the stars communicates with us. It is the door, and the door is it. It is the embodiment of everything in the world, the child of all stars and seas, the child of all planets, the final destination to which all the children of the Lord who travel through the stars will surely return..."

“And every sixty years, the vortex will appear, and at that time, the children of the stars and the children of the sea who are lost here will awaken and return to the embrace of the Lord…”

As Klein crumpled the paper in his hand, about to turn the page and continue reading to try and find more information about the "vortex," he suddenly heard a loud crash, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Klein quickly put away what he was holding, and after standing up, he immediately pulled a revolver from his gun holster.

As a member of the Tingen Market Nightwalkers, Klein believed that after a month of practice, his marksmanship should be pretty good.

He hadn't forgotten that there was still a big problem waiting for him to deal with in this "home".

Touching the bracelet with twelve links on his wrist, and confirming that his mental strength was stable at 87, Klein took a small breath to calm himself down.

"Now comes the main event."

Then, Klein took out a Rune gold pound, flicked it up, performed a simple divination, and after confirming that there was no immediate danger outside the door, he slowly opened the door with a cold gaze and walked out.

Before entering this Level 3 exam room, Klein felt that he had almost digested his Diviner's Potion. Perhaps after leaving the exam room, he would be able to fully digest the Diviner's Potion and prepare for the next sequence, the "Clown" Potion and the corresponding role-playing.

After pushing open the room door, the corridor was somewhat dim, as the mineral lamps were not lit.

The torrential rain outside concealed many noises and unusual occurrences. Klein held a revolver and a candle he had previously used as a symbol of the ritual. He lit it, and the dim flame diluted the darkness in the corridor. However, the rain outside grew heavier and heavier, pouring down on the earth and echoing far and wide in the empty, deserted house.

Klein was not affected by this and continued walking until he reached the kitchen, where he stopped.

Klein heard some faint breathing sounds, though these sounds were masked by the rain and could not be heard without careful listening. However, Klein directly confirmed the presence of someone in the kitchen through divination.

"I remember that when I came back, this 'Mom' was still busy in the kitchen?"

Slowly pushing open the half-closed kitchen door, Klein's gaze swept over the kitchen, which was also unlit.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops were hitting the windowpane with a deafening sound.

There was no one in sight, not even a soul in the kitchen.

Klein's gaze swept across the area before settling on a large basin on the ground.

He pushed the kitchen door open wider and stepped inside. Klein looked at the huge basin, the candle and revolver in his hands ready at the same time. Klein's breathing became slightly rapid.

The breathing sounds seemed to be coming from that basin.

He immediately had a bad feeling.

“Klein…”

Suddenly, a faint call came from the huge basin.

Klein's gaze froze.

He saw two long, noodle-like hands slowly emerge from the huge basin.

They wobbled and moved towards Klein, seemingly trying to pull him into the basin as well.

"Klein... I feel a little unwell, am I sick... Klein... I feel so bad... It's so crowded here..."

“Klein… Klein… Klein…”

It was a woman who twisted herself, her bones and muscles all torn apart, bending and spinning from her feet into a vortex.

"Klein... Klein... Mommy hurts so much... Klein..."

"Warning candidate 007121: Your mental value is decreasing due to the observation of something indescribable. Current mental value: 67."