imaginary field

14

Chris was pressed against the sticky wall, behind him was a wall emitting a stench, in front of him was a monster, and his legs were also entangled by unknown things—if it wasn’t for the wrong scene, Chris really wanted to laugh now, he felt like the poor protagonist in a horror movie - oh no, it should be just a supporting role.

He closed his eyes, feeling the thing's withered fingers touching his eye sockets.

"You found out, Chris." The other said.

Chris was too lazy to talk, he didn't have any last words to say.

He felt that the other party's fingers were pulling his eyelids hard, trying to open his eye sockets. The strength was so amazing that Chris had the illusion that his eye sockets would be cracked like this.

Just when the monster was close to Chris, he suddenly punched and was about to hit the monster's body-but there was nothing-it was empty, the monster's body was empty.

However, it was too late for Chris to repent, he felt his arm was quickly wrapped by something, and then the monster let out a sharp, piercing laugh.

Moreover, the monster at this time has slowly lifted Chris's eyelids up, and just when Chris thought everything was over, he had already seen the shriveled body of the monster...

What exactly was it? It was an air-dried body. Under the faint light of the mobile phone, he could clearly see that the color of the body was an unnatural light brown, as if it had been air-dried for many years.

But in this hollowed out torso, it is now stuffed with fresh internal organs. It doesn't look like a human being, but some animals, which inevitably reminds Chris of the overturned delivery vehicle.

The most frightening thing is that those internal organs are actually moving. Huge organs beyond human size exist in this shriveled body, and they are all alive.

So the part that can't fit has already overflowed the body...

Chris's stomach reflexively wanted to throw up, and he stared at the ground, wondering why his stomach was empty when he just touched it...

Even if he wanted to think for a while, the monster didn't want to give him any more time. As if it had seen enough of Chris' struggle, it pulled Chris's jaw forcefully, trying to make him look up.

And just when Chris had seen his twisted neck, he was about to see his face.

Chris's eyes were suddenly covered by a pair of warm hands, and the rusty smell of woody moss and blood appeared in his nose again, and he heard Carlton say, "Chris..."

Then lost consciousness.

When Chris woke up again, he found himself lying on the floor.

The old wooden floor was covered with some moth-eaten marks... He touched his face, until now, he felt that there seemed to be the monster's finger marks around his eye sockets.

He remembered that the last thing he saw was Evan—or Carlton, and then lost consciousness... Chris glanced at his pants, and he remembered that in the dark, his pant legs were caught by something, but At this moment, both the jacket and the sweatpants were surprisingly clean.

He began to look around. It was a normal-looking house, like most middle-class people live in. It had a dog, a wife, a few children, two cars, and a large garden outside. , when walking out, there may still be someone cleaning the lawn of the house.

The only difference is that this house is really too old, or in other words, it seems that no one has lived in it for a long time. There are also some dark traces. According to Chris' logic after coming here, he has reason to suspect that they are blood.

The wallpaper on the walls has also become dilapidated, and there is a TV set in the living room that looks quite advanced—and in front of the TV, there is a wooden chair.

The chair looked like it was made by hand, the wooden chair surface was not even polished, and the four chair legs were of different lengths. Chris suspected that if he touched it a little, the chair would fall to the ground.

The difference is that Chris saw another one placed some distance away from the chair... what does it look like, even though the chair is covered with dust now, Chris also knows that when it is brand new It must be as luxurious as a king's throne.

In front of this overly luxurious chair, there is actually a footstool.

What is noticeable is that some rough ropes are placed messily on the footstool and the chair. It seems that there has been a kidnapping case here a long time ago.

Chris sat on the floor and continued to look around. When he woke up, he found that Evan had disappeared. He still remembered that he was in the secret passage before he fainted.

Chris checked his body again, and after confirming that he was not injured, he stood up and began to observe the living room, just when he was about to observe the overly luxurious chair.

The door of the living room was opened, and Evan appeared in front of Chris with a dinner plate.

"You're awake." Evan said, he came to Chris with a plate, "I found some food here, it's fresh."

Chris looked at the can of boiled beans that Evan had placed on his dinner plate, and the carton of milk.

"Not expired?" He looked at the carton of milk suspiciously.

"Fresh date," Evan said, setting the tray down on the ottoman and telling Chris, "...I know you must be curious, but really, I'm just like you."

"When I woke up, I found myself in this room, in the dark, and Carlton took control of this body for a while."

"You know, we can't communicate." Of course this is lying, Evan thought, but he was not going to tell Chris, he turned around to block the other's probing line of sight, "I woke up a little earlier than you, I went to look around the house."

"Find something?" Chris picked up a can of boiled beans from his dinner plate, which wasn't a bad thing, and he scooped some out with a spoon and stuffed it in his mouth, looking like a rabbit—the skin around his eyes , became a little red because of the monster's rough movements.

Evan shook his head.

Chris didn't speak, he dug beans and stuffed them into his mouth, ready to explore the house after he was full.

And at this moment, the voice that had stopped for a long time resounded in their ears again——

[Game time countdown——]

[In three days, escape from this space. 】

Chris stopped digging beans, and he and Evan looked up at the ceiling, even knowing that there was nothing there... He poured all the remaining beans into his mouth, then walked to the beige curtain, there was no It wasn't the darkness he imagined, but there was a faint light, and he could see the streetlights, trees, and the road in front of the house.

"Did it dig a house from somewhere?" Chris asked, he didn't know what to call this space or that sound, and could only vaguely call it "it".

Evan didn't speak, he just opened the milk carton and took a sip, "Going to explore the room?" He invited Chris.

"Of course." Chris said, he drew the curtains, and when he left the window, he suddenly found a passage engraved behind the gorgeous chair:

【... Dedicated to... my favorite...】

He squatted down, trying to see what was carved in those scratched places.

But only a circle of messy lines can be touched.

"What did you find?" Evan noticed Chris' movement.

"One sentence." Chris said, and he motioned for Evan to observe the text engraved on the back of the chair with him.