imaginary field

Chris stands in front of the mirror.

The young man in the mirror has short blond hair that almost reaches his scalp. He has water-blue eyes and deep facial features. There is a shallow scar on his chin, which was left when Chris once fought with someone. medal.

There is no doubt that the man in the mirror is himself, the face Chris has seen countless times every day.

But now the problem is-

Where is he?

Also, who is this man?

Chris's eyes turned to the other side of the mirror - they were almost on a diagonal - and there was a man in the corner, wearing a well-fitting suit, who seemed to be a decent person, with a bit of high class that was out of place in this place. feel.

Chris clearly remembered that the last second he was still drinking in a noisy bar, and that guy Rick had won a sum of money, and they could rent a professional recording studio for a while.

But what's going on now?

Chris stood in place, looking at the gray-black concrete floor under his feet, he tried to stamp his feet a few times, then turned around a few times, and finally confirmed a fact——

He seemed to be stuck.

Trapped in a room.

But there is nothing in this room.

Nothing but a chair, a bed, and a mirror.

Next to Chris is the old chair that seems to be collapsing at any time, and next to the man is an old iron bed, and then it is hanging on the wall, covered with stains—maybe old toothpaste marks— one-way mirror.

"Who can explain?" Chris turned his head and looked at the man standing in the corner. He was frowning and looking at the bed beside him, obviously dissatisfied with the environment.

"Maybe this is what I should ask you." The man struggled for a while, and finally seemed to give up the idea of ​​sitting on the bed, "What is your purpose for kidnapping me here?"

"Money?" the man asked, his tone was still disgusting and superior, "How much do you want? If I can, I want to leave this dirty and cramped environment immediately, if this is your room, although I don't mean to offend , but that's what I saw, so tell me, how much do you want?"

Chris was completely annoyed by the other party's attitude. He walked over and grabbed the other party's collar. Just when he was about to teach this bastard with eyes above the top a lesson, a voice suddenly rang in the ears of the two of them——

【The world is full of lies. 】

Chris poked his ear, he grabbed the man's collar, "Did you hear anything just now?"

"If you weren't deaf, I think we'd hear the same thing," the man said, grabbing Chris's hand, "Let go, you can't afford it."

Only then did Chris realize that the other party was surprisingly strong, "What do you mean?" He was already confused by this series of situations.

"Obviously, we're in trouble," the man said, straightening his collar that was wrinkled by Chris, "Can you tell me what happened to you?"

Chris didn't answer immediately. He looked up at the room. In this space of up to 20 square meters, there wasn't a single window. The four sides and the roof were covered with cement coating that was so gray and black that it couldn't see the color. Except for the mirror, the incandescent lights overhead, and no PA equipment.

Chris went around the room, carefully checked every corner, but couldn't find any clues.

And the voice just now clearly rang in their ears, as if someone was speaking in his ears.

So far... Chris glanced at the digital watch on his wrist, "Eight o'clock." He said to the man, "Do you know if it's morning or evening?"

The man didn't answer.

Chris sat on the old chair—the chair creaked a little because of his actions. "I was yesterday...well, it should have been yesterday, and now I'm not sure." He paused Squeezed, "We celebrated at the bar, and I drank a lot..."

"Obviously you don't remember what happened afterwards."

Chris didn't care about the sarcasm in the man's tone, he leaned back on the chair, trying to recall everything after the bar, and then found that this memory was indeed blank for him.

When he woke up, he found himself in this room.

"What about you? Mister upside down nose," Chris said sarcastically. "Maybe you remember everything you did before."

The man was silent for a while, "Unfortunately, I don't remember either." He seemed to have expected Chris's next taunt, so before he could speak, he said immediately, "This is very unusual for me, because I never I don’t drink, I’m always sober and remember everything that happened before I went to sleep, whether it’s weeks or months ago, it’s as easy as eating for me.”

"Do you know what I mean?" the man said, his words slowing down, "but I don't remember now, this memory is gone, I don't know how I got here, or even the memory before this , I don’t have any anymore.”

When he said this, he changed his posture and looked a little tired, but he still didn't sit on the bed.

"They want to trap us?" Chris asked inexplicably, "but there's no toilet here." He suddenly felt a little thirsty as he spoke, "and there's no drink." He said to the man, "there's not even a window here , without a door, we seem to be stuck in this room."

The man didn't speak, obviously he also discovered this terrifying fact.

But what is even more frightening is how long have they been in a coma?Will be block to death in a room.

"Do you remember that sentence just now?" Chris asked suddenly, "The world is full of lies... What do you mean?" He was wearing a large tracksuit jacket, which he bought when the supermarket was on sale. He thought that for the price of a coat from the man across from him, he could buy discounted clothes for a whole year.

"Means the world is full of liars," said the man, his back to Chris, groping for the wall.

"So you don't believe what I said, there is no exit here?" Chris asked with raised eyebrows.

"I just check myself out of habit." The man said, without turning his head, "You know, no one in this world can be trusted." He said that he had already checked one side, and set off to the other side, "You said the exit will be on the ground ?"

"Did you get caught after watching an adventure movie?" Chris asked, putting his hands in his pockets, "You feel like if you turn a mechanism, there's an exit here—maybe you're playing too many puzzles .”

The man ignored Chris' sarcasm and continued to look for the exit.

Chris can only look up at his watch, and—

It's seven o'clock now.

"Hey, stop." Chris pulled his phone out of his pocket, "Do you have a phone or a watch?"

The man turned his head in confusion, and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

"Look at the time."

The man bowed his head, and then he pulled back his sleeves in disbelief.

"Bad news," he said to Chris.

"It looks like our results are the same," Chris said. "It's 7 o'clock on the watch, but it's 3 o'clock the next day on my phone."

"It's 9 o'clock on my watch, but the time on my phone is... the day before," said the man, putting his phone in his pocket.

"This is very wrong."

"Unless our phones and watches have been tampered with," Chris said, and if he hadn't checked the time before, he might be able to comfort himself this way, "When you checked, my watch was still 8 o'clock, but now, the time But it became 7 o'clock." He was sure that the time elapsed in between must not have been an hour.

So, something went wrong with this room.

Chris looked at the man, "For the sake of possibly dying here together, I think you can tell me your name."

The author has something to say: the writing next door is too stuck, please write something that suits your style _(:з」∠)_