imaginary field

11

It took a few seconds, maybe minutes, before Chris let go of Evan. He felt a little embarrassed, and the darkness undoubtedly magnified all senses.

Inside his head was still the huge black eyeball.

The thought of the thing observing him while he was looking down made Chris feel sick.

"What is that..." Chris whispered, not expecting an answer from Evan, just talking to himself.

"We have to get out of here." Evan said, he was beside Chris, and he was still holding Chris' cell phone in his hand, and now, he returned the cell phone to Chris.

After Chris took it, he put it in his pocket.

Less than one meter away from him was the piece of wood——

"Dong dong."

The ground under their feet suddenly began to vibrate, as if something was hitting the ground.

"That's it," Chris said.

Evan pulled Chris and walked in another direction.

The second floor was completely shrouded in darkness. Chris felt the impact on the soles of his feet becoming more and more obvious, but he felt that the huge creature should not be able to reach the second floor because it was too huge.

Possibly bigger than a whale—that's the few concrete descriptions that come to Chris's head.

"We are not the only ones in this space."

Chris heard Evan in front say suddenly.

"What did you see?"

"I'm not sure." Evan said, "but I feel, I seem to have touched a human corpse."

Chris thought of the monster's body, no doubt, those parts were of human origin—he suddenly felt that he understood where the eagerness came from.

He thought that after he was swallowed by the monster, he should also appear on that body.

His arms became the monster's front feet, his body formed part of the monster's body, and his face would appear on the monster's body, groaning with those faces.

And some poor creature from before might be relieved.

—but his album isn't finished yet, Chris wondered.

He held Evan's in his hand, and the other's palm was very dry, and the temperature was a little high. Darkness can always breed many inexplicable emotions. For example, now, Chris even felt a little relieved.

At least he's not the only human here.

Perhaps because of some problems with Chris's balance ability, Evan was very close to Chris, "I lied."

"what?"

"In the beginning," Evan said, his voice coming from Chris's left, "I remember some things from before."

"I work in a company, and I see something wrong with the walls in my office... It feels weird, like something is separated, like a flowing liquid."

"I thought I was wrong."

"When I woke up again, I was in this house, and then I saw you."

"You were still in a coma at that time," Evan said, "and then I found out you were drunk."

"—So you know, this is not a kidnapping at all." Chris frowned, he thought of what the man said at the beginning, and the words of the other party always revolved around kidnapping or pranks.

It made Chris think that although it was a bit difficult to explain, it did not mean that he would experience things in horror movies.

"You know, it's hard to believe," Evan said. "No one would think it wasn't a prank. In fact, if it were you, you would do it too."

"No." Chris frowned.

"what?"

"I'll beat you up." Chris laughed in the dark, "I won't take the initiative to talk to you, you know, rival gangs."

He felt the other person's body stiffen for a moment, then held his hand again and continued walking.

"Go slowly." Chris said to Evan. Every few steps he took, he tapped his toes on the ground nervously, trying to find another place that was different from the surrounding concrete.

"It's not necessarily a good idea." Evan said with disapproval. Chris felt that he should have thought of the monster just now, but there was nothing on the dark second floor. They walked in the dark for so long, but they still didn't touch it. to the wall.

There are only two possibilities -

The space is surprisingly large.

Or they've been going in circles, they've been spinning somewhere.

The best way is of course to turn on the phone, but they are not the only ones on the second floor. In fact, this place is far more dangerous than the concrete house on the first floor. No one knows when a disgusting monster will emerge from the darkness.

It's not a visit to the zoo, those monsters Chris doesn't even think can be killed by some conventional weapons.

Just like the pile of fabricated things just now, its composition is composed of countless human bodies, and even its head is composed of countless bodies.

That's like a, giant, earthworm.

Chris thought of the TV series he had watched—the ones he watched when he was bored, and those protagonists always had some ability to allow them to survive such things.

What about them?

Chris thought.

He looked down at his palms - even though he couldn't see anything - and he didn't think he had any special abilities, after all, when he was growing up on the street, he was often bullied.

There are always people who look down on children of unknown parents living in trailers.

His mother was working as a massage girl, which was the norm in their neighborhood, Chris thought.

Almost everyone’s life trajectory is fixed. For example, Chris, he can almost think of his own life. He is now in his 20s and has no children yet.

This can be said to be surprising in their neighborhood.

For example, his good buddy is now the father of a child.

As for the mother, who knows.

Too many of them don't have a father or a mother, or both.

Even because it was too dangerous, the people who lived there were descendants of some immigrants—excluding Chris, who was an outlier there and was always targeted.

So he's pretty good at fighting and all that.

"What are you thinking?" Evan asked suddenly.

Chris didn't understand why Evan found out that he was distracted, but he didn't want to explain it to him—a well-educated rich man who had never seen the bottom life in his life—of course it didn't come from low self-esteem, But Chris felt that the other party could not understand such a life at all.

After all, it's common sense to them that champagne might flow from an open tap.

"I'm thinking about food." Chris made an excuse casually, but he was really thinking about it. He felt that according to some rules of the game, there should be food in every space.

It's just that I don't know where the one on the second floor will be.

"How long has it been since we woke up?" Chris asked subconsciously. After speaking, he felt that his question was meaningless, but he didn't expect Evan to answer——

"6 hours 32 minutes."

"Are you timing?" Chris was very surprised.

"I've been clocking since I woke up," Evan said calmly. "It's a terrible thing to lose time. Your body and mind will collapse, especially in such a dark place."

"Do you have any other physical needs?" Evan asked.

Chris hesitated, shaking his head.

"Me too."

"I can only feel hungry, dizzy, and uncomfortable, but more...you know what I mean." Evan's words paused for a moment, "Like, I don't want to go to the bathroom."

So did Chris, who drank some water, but until now he hadn't felt the urge to poop.

"But we have to find the exit quickly." Evan said, "My hunch tells me that more things will happen later." He shoved something into Chris's hand.

Chris found out it was the key.

"That should be a hint."

"Maybe it's the obfuscation option," Chris said, and so far, they haven't seen anything related to doors, unless they can find a door—

"Whoa."

Chris suddenly felt his foot step on something.

He squatted down hastily, touched the ground, and touched a raised object, accompanied by a unique cold touch of metal.

"What?" Evan asked because he couldn't see.

"...Maybe a door." Chris said uncertainly, he took out the phone in his pants and turned on the screen.

The faint light immediately illuminated the area.

Chris squinted reflexively, then looked at what he had kicked.

It was undoubtedly a door, an iron door that looked old, it looked very heavy, and the metal surface was mottled with rust, and under the weak light, it looked more like dried blood.

If you get a little closer, you can smell a strange smell.

It came from the crack in the door, and there was some fishy damp smell, as well as a fishy smell and a rotten smell.

Chris held up his mobile phone. He knelt down, observed the rust on the iron door, and then reached out to touch it—Evan wanted to stop it, but he didn't expect Chris to be so fast.

"It's blood," Chris said, looking at what was on his hands.

The blood smelled strongly of fish and seaweed, like the open-air fish market in a seaside town he'd been to—by the way, the small music festival they'd played at had been a success.

"Is this the key here?" Evan asked.

Chris held the key that Evan had just handed to him in his hand, and asked the other party with his eyes. No one knew what would be behind this iron door.

Maybe it's the same monster as before, maybe it's nothing.

As for whether it is the key here, you will only know if you try it.

"I think so." Chrisby checked the keyhole of the iron door, and like the keys in his hand, they all seemed to be obsolete for centuries, "There shouldn't be so many retro lovers in the world. "

Chris turned his head and asked Evan, and the other party's eyes showed an almost light gray color under the weak light of the screen——

"Chris."

Chris asked Evan with his eyes.

"Are you scared?" Evan asked softly.

"Do not."

"Then open it." He held Chris's hand holding the key, and led him to insert the key into the keyhole——