imaginary field

12

After the key was inserted into the keyhole, Chris turned the key. The structure of the door was very old, and the key turned not so smoothly.

However, Chris' intuition told him - this is the door.

Ha, gut feeling.

He laughed inwardly at the word he had used, and turned the rusted keyhole slowly.

"Slow down." Evan came behind Chris. He took the phone from Chris's hand and illuminated it for him. "Maybe there is something down there." He said cautiously.

Evan said a lot, Chris thought, observing the door, which was much larger than the boards they had encountered before, and no one could guarantee that something would come out of such a door.

But he hoped there was nothing, Chris thought so, but when he looked at the wooden door, he couldn't help but think of something he had seen before.

"What do you think it looks like?" Chris dropped to the ground, trying to find a gap between the wooden door and the ground - but there was nothing.

Evan didn't understand what he meant.

"Don't you think it's like a cellar?" Chris said, "or a basement."

"I've seen it in movies. There may be no monsters in the secret space hidden under the floor, but there are always some disgusting things. The protagonists of the movie can always find a skeleton." Chris said ramblingly, and later he I think this should be an actual manifestation of my nervousness.

Inevitably he started to grow nagty.

Of course darkness is also an important factor affecting this.

Evan didn't speak, but at this moment he suddenly became silent, as if the person who had been critical before was not him.

And when Chris also chose to shut up, the whole space immediately fell silent.

They could clearly hear the key turning in the lock.

"Wait." Evan spoke suddenly.

"what?"

"Another angle," Evan said, and he motioned for Chris to turn around and stand on the side where the door was open, which would be safer.

Of course, Chris didn't mean to object. He obeyed Chris's chair, changed the angle, and then continued to pout his buttocks, squatting on the ground, trying to open the door lock.

Evan held his mobile phone and observed Chris. He could feel Carlton's roar and the frantic emotion in his heart, as if he had seen his own god.

Perhaps more exaggerated.

He knew a lot about Carlton.

He knew about Carlton's past (or future), and he knew about Chris' future.

He looked at Chris with a scrutinizing gaze. Under the Hunan light of the mobile phone screen, his eyes showed a texture of brown mixed with blue.

He felt that he had already heard the roar from Carlton in his head. The other party seemed dissatisfied with his meek behavior and mocked him as a softie.

Evan is very used to Carlton nagging, there is one thing he didn't tell Chris, because Carlton - this soul from 15 years later, shares a body with him, so they can always produce some Resonance, including emotion, memory and other aspects.

What is that feeling.

Evan thought of when he opened his eyes and saw Chris in the room.

It was so intense that it gave him a headache. It seemed to be the pain and excitement that pierced his brain. The soul belonging to Carlton was clamoring in his mind, and he was very excited.

Because he is an admirer of Chris.

Evan sometimes felt that Carlton was also the key to some of his success, because he was a man from the future who died 15 years later, and then his soul drifted into a body that belonged to Evan.

No one would have thought that Chris would be a real superstar 15 years later.

Evan thought of Carlton's description, and the other party's tone was full of religious fanaticism, "He is a legend." He described the future Chris with Evan over and over again. The other party has won at least a dozen professional awards, although So far, he has not won a general award that belongs to him, but no one will question him.

"I'll always remember that day, at the music festival, I was standing in the first row, wearing a baseball cap, and the people behind me kept bumping into my body, they tried to move forward, sweat almost became my second skin, The heat in the air can ignite explosives... At that time, he looked down at me."

"blue eyes……"

Every time Carlton's tone reached this point, he would fall into imaginary fanaticism.

"And what did you do?" Evan asked.

Carlton did not speak immediately.

He just laughed out of nowhere, he was muttering, he didn't know what he was humming, but obviously it seemed that he couldn't keep up with the speed of the original song, and his mouth became an out-of-key hum.

"You wouldn't want to know," said Carton triumphantly. "It's a secret, boy."

"It's not suitable for children."

Evan, who was already in the 8th grade at the time, didn't think he was a little boy. He listened to the man telling him about a superstar who would be many years later—the probability was still imaginary.

The other party had been talking for many years, until the night before entering this world, Carlton was still talking in his head.

"It's this year."

"what?"

"He signs to a record label in August, and then, the saga begins."

Evan didn't quite believe what Carlton said. In fact, he had searched for the name Carlton had said a long time ago-but because it was too common, he could never find the right thing.

And when he came to this room, he was almost woken up by Carlton screaming and losing control in his head, and he went on a rampage in the depths of his soul, after messing everything up.

Just said to Evan——

"My God is here..."

Evan's brain was aching, as if he had been hangover for a few days. He listened to Carlton's screams in his head, trying to figure out what that "god" was.

Then he saw the man lying on the old iron bed.

The other party closed his eyes and looked not too old, but Carlton in his head said, "He is 27 this year, he is like this, he looks very young, yes, even after 15 years, he still doesn't look too old. big change..."

For the first time, Evan felt that Carlton was so noisy, and he rubbed his temples vigorously.

"Shut up," he said, trying to get Carlton's voice out of his head.

But obviously, this is impossible, they are using the same body.

It’s just that Carlton didn’t have much time to control his body. Finally, when Carlton’s energy was exhausted, the voice belonging to Carlton disappeared in Evan’s head——Evan didn’t know where the other party went. If they were really Dual personality, he can probably understand that the other party is sleeping deep in consciousness.

But he is another soul.

Maybe there is still a soul storage station in his body, Evan thought pretending to be humorous, and then lowered his head, looking at the young man lying on the iron bed.

The other party looks really beautiful.

The complexion is fair, not the popular wheat color, but rather pale. The thick light golden eyelashes are unexpectedly curled up, leaving a shadow in the dim light.

The other party's eyes were tightly closed, and the eyeballs under the eyelids were twitching uncomfortably, probably because he had dreamed of something bad in his dream.

The facial features are exquisite, and his hair is surprisingly short, almost a short layer close to the scalp. Evan feels that if the other party's hair is longer, maybe he really looks like a little girl.

There was a shallow scar on his chin, and Evan looked down carefully.

Then he began to look at the clothes of the person in front of him. He knew that the person was called Chris, after all, Carlton had called this name in his head countless times.

But he never knew that the other party looked so... fragile?

Evan thought about it wildly. After all, in Carlton's description, the other party was a punk who grew up from the bottom, and his birth was very bad-this is not a big problem, his friends are worse than him-that neighborhood is so bad No, very few people can live to 40 years old in good health, there are always various accidents, and some things that are not accidents.

In Evan's imagination, Chris should look more domineering, not like a beautiful little angel when his eyes are closed.

Of course, Evan would not feel that this came from Carlton's negligence. The other party said almost everything about Chris, but never mentioned his appearance.

Evan pulled out some false smiles from the corner of his mouth, "Carlton." He squatted in front of the iron bed, looked at Chris, stretched out his fingers, and traced his face from a distance, his head began to hurt again.

"what are you worried about?"

"Are you worried that I covet your god?"

In fact, Evan felt that his character was influenced by Carlton, such as when Chris woke up, he ignored the crazy clamor in his head and picked on the other party.

He deliberately put on a superior attitude, watching Chris' cheeks blushing unconsciously because of anger.

…This is too dangerous, Evan thought. Hasn’t anyone told this boy that instead of being frightening, he’s alluring when he’s angry?

Or maybe these people are all like Carlton, with unknown dark thoughts——

"Click." The sound of the door lock finally turning open interrupted Evan's meditation.

He pulled Chris by his coat and led him away from the door.

There was no movement inside the door. Evan took his mobile phone and looked at the edge of the door again, but found nothing.

"Open it?" Chris asked behind him.

Evan switched the phone to his left hand, and then pulled the handle on the wooden door.

He gestured for Chris to stay behind him, and when the wooden door was halfway open, the wooden door would serve as cover for him and Chris.

When the old wooden door opened, it made a creaking sound. Evan moved quickly, but when the wooden door was fully opened, there was still no movement behind the door.

Only then did Evan take Chris away from the place, and they saw the whole picture under the wooden door.

It was a secret passage made of stone slabs, and the steps were a bit rough, with some traces of artificial polishing. Evan took the phone and turned on the flashlight, ready to illuminate more places——

But at this moment, Chris beside him let out an exclamation.

Evan looked at him subconsciously.

I saw Chris pointing at the wooden door that had just been opened.

"There." He pointed to the other side of the wooden door, "There are scratches."

Evan pointed his phone at the wooden door. On the side leading to the tunnel, there were scratches and even some fingernails left in the wooden door.

"But... there is no one here." Evan said, looking at the empty secret road.

They all knew the circumstances under which humans would leave such scratches—but now, the stone steps in the secret passage were surprisingly clean, with no corpses, bones, or anything.

It's like these people never existed.