imaginary field

15

Evan looked down at the text on the back of the chair. He followed what Chris did and groped on the back. There were some words engraved on it, most of which would be scratched, leaving only a small part of the content.

He squinted his eyes and didn't speak, but turned to look at Chris beside him.

"We should go out and have a look." Perhaps the cooking beans gave Chris some motivation, and he snapped a photo of the notch on the back of the chair, searched the room for a while, and opened the door.

The outside looks like the most ordinary neighborhood where middle-class people live. He once came to such a place and met a man who tried to cooperate with him-no more, he beat up the man and left the house .

Chris observed here carefully, but found that this place was surprisingly similar to the neighborhood he had been to, including the tree in front of him. He remembered that there was such a tree in front of the house of the man who tried to touch his ass... …

This discovery made him feel a little horrified, as if the reality and this absurd world suddenly overlapped, he walked through the road made of brick-red floor tiles in front of the door, and then came to the tree in front of him.

There was also a scratch on the tree.

Cross-shaped scratches, left by Chris.

This discovery made Chris sweat all over his back. He walked slowly to the house and carefully looked at the sign hanging on the wall—it was the musician (who claimed to be) who once said he appreciated him.

He didn't know how to describe the feeling at this moment, he could barely move as he stared at the house in front of him.

Evan seemed to have noticed something was wrong with Chris. He walked through the empty road, came behind Chris, and then looked around. The things in the distance were shrouded in a fog, and the distance they could see was different. More than 10 meters.

And within this 10-meter range, there are two houses, the one they woke up in, and the one in front of them... Evan looked up at the house in front of him, and then looked back at the one behind them.

In fact, he felt that the two houses looked very similar, only in appearance, there was no difference... Evan bypassed Chris and came to a place where it was easier to observe.

He found that the windows in the living room were closed, and the curtains were drawn... Everything here was gray, and Evan found that there was no light in the room. Relying on the faint light from the street lamp, he found that the curtains were There seemed to be bloodstains, in large groups, bloodstains splashed on the curtains, for fear that others would not notice it.

He stood in front of the fence and looked at the lawn around the house. There were some footprints, which seemed to belong to many people. As for the door—there were signs of being opened violently, the door lock was crumbling, and the edge of the door frame was also severely damaged— Looks like a burglary or something.

Evan evaluated calmly, then shifted his gaze, and looked at Chris who was leaning on the tree beside him. The other party looked very bad, even when he was being chased by monsters in the dark, he did not show such a pale face .

"Are you okay?" Evan asked. He stretched out his finger and lingered on Chris's forehead that was sweating coldly, but he never dropped it. Then he saw Chris opened his eyes, "You have a wound on your forehead." He explained naturally.

Chris, who had already attracted the attention of this house, didn't notice that something was wrong with Evan. He looked at the house again, thought about it, and then said to Evan, "I've been to this house before, just Before half a year."

"Is this your friend's house?" Evan asked with raised eyebrows.

"No." Chris calmed down his emotions, and now his pretty little face looked more fragile. After losing the previous sense of arrogance, he looked more and more like a pretty little girl.

"He came to me to cooperate." Chris roughly explained that this matter is normal, they need a record company to sign, they need a valuable contract, but he feels that he is too impatient, "... he He's a liar." He said with difficulty.

To be honest, there are many liars like this. Many people with dreams will always be deceived by these people. Some of them are too naive, and some are trying to exchange for some benefits that can be obtained.

You will always be deceived anyway.

Chris still remembers that he and the man came to his house. The man's car was not luxurious, but it was still comfortable. Chris remembered that he was wearing a large coat bought in a second-hand store and a peaked cap on his head-no matter what Look, they're all men through and through.

He remembered a man with a beard, very thick light brown hair, green eyes, and he wore glasses with black rims - he really looked like a broker.

He talked a lot to Chris and showed him his business card.

He said that he has worked with many well-known artists, and of course he can also sign Chris and give him a contract of at least 100 million—yes, Chris actually believed it.

Chris didn't even dare to talk to Rick about it, because he thought he'd be laughed at, maybe made into a lyric, a rhyme kind of thing.

"Did you get scammed?" Evan asked.

"Yeah..." Chris said, "He's a liar." He turned to look at the house.

"That's terrible," Evan said, but there was nothing similar in his tone. "Are you sure?" He asked Chris again.

"This tree is a little different." Chris took a picture of the tree he was leaning against, "It's much bigger than what I saw half a year ago..."

Following Chris' movements, Evan observed a tree—an ordinary tree.

"I think this liar should be dead in this world." Evan said while looking at Chris's expression, "There is a big blood stain on the curtain." He stretched out his hand and motioned Chris to go to his place Looking in the direction he pointed, "There are no clues in the house just now, and there are still three days." He said to Chris, "We should go in."

Of course, Chris would not object, he looked at the blood on the curtains, and couldn't remember that there had been murders in that block in the past six months-yes, the law and order in that place was surprisingly good, completely different from the place where he lived.

"There was no murder in reality." Chris told Evan what he remembered, "I saw him again in a nightclub a month ago, and it seemed that he had found a new prey... "

"So a month ago, he was alive—I mean in the real world."

Chris nodded.

"Then do you remember the house opposite?" Evan pointed to the one they just came out of.

Chris shook his head, God knows he just wanted to beat the liar, who remembers these almost identical houses.

"There was also blood on the curtains of that house," Evan said.

Chris also noticed this when he woke up.

"But we can only see these two houses," Evan said.

Chris understood what he meant, and he wanted to see if something happened to all the houses on this street.

"In our house..." Chris thought for a moment, using the word us, "are there any dead bodies?"

Evan shook his head. He looked at the building that belonged to the liar in front of them at this moment, and then looked down at the name hanging on the wall, "Johnson..."

"Liar's name?" Evan asked Chris.

"If it's not a pseudonym." Chris said, he took a few steps and stepped on the grass. At that moment, Chris felt uncomfortable, because the grass was really too soft.

It's like stepping on a clump of hair.

He looked down at the grass under his feet, but he didn't feel any difference, so he could only quickly come to the brick road paved in the middle of the grass.

"It looks like it's been abandoned for a long time." Evan followed behind Chris, observing the house. The wooden corridor on the edge of the house was already covered with dust, and it seemed that no one had cleaned it for a long, long time.

The windows and some corners are full of cobwebs, and some wooden places have been eaten by insects, leaving traces that cannot be ignored... Evan carefully observed everything here, and saw that Chris had already walked to the door forward.

He walked quickly to Chris's side, "Be careful." He reminded.

Chris nodded, and at this moment, the originally closed door was suddenly opened, like a pair of invisible hands, at this moment, opened the door for Chris and Evan.

The originally dark room turned on all the lighting in an instant.

And in this house, a hoarse and broken voice suddenly came, "Welcome... come..." The voice couldn't continue after saying this.

Chris took a step back subconsciously. They wanted to return immediately, but found that the original road was gone, and the invisible fog expanded again, covering their retreat.

Chris tried to pass through the mist, but the moment his body was immersed in the mist, his mind was filled with all kinds of strange sounds, including screams and roars, and crying in pain... He even saw himself touch the mist. The skin is rapidly rotting...

He hurriedly retreated out of the range covered by the fog, the voice in his head and the ulceration on his skin disappeared in the next second——he couldn't enter the range of the fog.

"We have to go in." Evan said. He also entered the fog just now, and at this moment, the range of the fog was slowly expanding, and the place they were looking at was swallowed up by an inch. He pulled Chris to Take a few steps back.

And Chris found that the original grass had become a real look at this time, with countless hairs, including golden, brown, red and black, covered in layers on the original grass.

And at this moment, these strands of hair started to squirm slowly as if they had life.

——The only place they can stand is this road in the middle of the original lawn.

And as the fog approached, they could only get closer and closer to the gate of the house.

At this moment, footsteps were heard in the house.

Chris and Evan immediately turned to look at the house.

A man's figure appeared at the door of the house.

His head was spliced ​​to his body, as were his hands. The whole figure seemed to be re-glued after death, and maliciously, his feet and hands were swapped.

So what appeared in front of Chris and Evan was a man with palms connected under his legs and feet on his arms.

"Is it a new guest?" He looked at Chris and Evan.

Evan noticed that Chris's grip on his arm tightened instantly.

Then he heard Chris whisper in his ear, "He's Johansen..."