imaginary field

16

Chris had only met Johansen half a year ago. As mentioned earlier, he was tall, with thick light brown hair, eyes with black frames, a well-crafted suit, and a very expensive watch on his wrist—— It does look convincing, which is one of the reasons why Chris thinks he's being too stupid.

He remembered that Johansen looked at most 30 years old, but now the other party looked much older, at least at a glance, he was no longer young.

His face was wrinkled, his green eyes clouded, his thick hair was much thinner, and his figure was terribly out of shape.

He couldn't fit into the theater's suit anymore, and he was standing in front of the door in a nightgown.

The open nightgown made the stitching marks on his chest and limbs more obvious - his glasses were the same as before, with a black frame, but the lens of his right eye had been shattered like spider webs.

The lens of the left eye is even missing.

He struggled to turn his eyes, but he didn't expect the right eye to fall out in the next second. He hurriedly caught the eyeball, but after losing one eye, his judgment of the position became inaccurate.

So the eyeballs rolled down to the ground, and the wet sphere was stained with some dust. As if he didn't notice, Johansen squatted down slowly, picked up the eyeballs, and stuffed them into his sockets—— Inverted.

Chris fought back his nausea as he watched Johansen straighten his eyeballs in their sockets again.

"Are you... new... neighbors?" Johansen asked enthusiastically, but because his neck was stitched, there was always some air leakage, and his voice was intermittent.

Evan glanced at the fog-shrouded house behind him, and it seemed that the other party thought they were neighbors on the opposite side.

"Yeah, we just moved here," Evan said.

Johnson nodded, then looked at Chris, "You look like a person..."

"Who?"

Johansen shook his head, as if trying to remember, and then scratched his head with his feet—should be hands, but those hands are now supporting his overweight body, which look like chicken feet—he flicked Rubbing his bare head with his feet, he seemed to want to scratch his head, but the current scene looked a bit too horrifying and absurd.

Chris stepped back a little.

"I don't remember." He said a little stupidly, not at all as cunning and insidious as Chris had seen half a year ago, and he walked slowly back to his house, "Come in and have a look, you are geniuses Did you move in right?" He repeated.

"Yes." Evan said.He blocks Chris slightly.

"This is a good place." Johnson said to himself, he had already walked into the house at this moment, and then looked back at Evan and Chris who was hiding behind Evan, "I have prepared something for you .”

Chris turned his head and looked at the mist that was less than two inches away from them. He could only walk to the wooden steps with Evan, and when they got closer, he could smell the air that hadn't been cleaned for a long time. the taste of.

Accompanied by a faint rancid smell.

Smells like something is broken.

"Very few people move here." Ignoring his overly scary appearance, Johansen was talking to Chris and Evan like an ordinary enthusiastic neighbor, "Do you like black tea?"

Evan wasn't going to drink his stuff, so he didn't say anything.

He watched as Johansen took out some simple tea bags from the cabinet, put them into the teapot, and then poured hot water... Unlike the dilapidated appearance, there is not much dust in this house.

Just like a regular house that gets cleaned often.

It was obviously difficult to hold the dinner plate with your feet, so Johansen gave up, "My hands are always not very flexible." He held up his feet and complained seriously to Chris and Evan, "It wasn't used to Such."

Chris looked at Johansen's left and right feet pretending to be reversed, and asked Evan with his eyes.

He got a positive look from the other party.

Obviously, as they guessed, Johansen in front of him didn't know that he had become a monster that failed to mend.

He even thought that his wrist was still a hand, but he suddenly became less flexible.

Chris picked up the teacup. In fact, he doesn't like the taste of black tea very much. He would rather drink some carbonated soda, and he is not going to drink under this situation.

Evan also picked up the teacup, "The fog has thickened again." He said tentatively.

"Yes, it's always been like this recently." Johansen looked at the fog outside the window, "I haven't seen the sun for many days."

Chris found that the fog had covered the window, and then it was blocked. Even with the window open, the fog still couldn't penetrate into the house.

—they couldn't leave the house, Chris realized.

"Actually, Mr. Johnson." Evan put down his teacup and said, "We've encountered some trouble."

"The water pipe in the room burst, the house was full of that damn water, our bedroom, the living room, even the dining room, it was all that water..."

"Although the valve has been closed, we cannot return home for the time being."

"I know it's abrupt, but we want to take advantage of it for a night." Evan said his purpose.

Johansen looked out the window, as if trying to get a better look at the opposite house.

"Uh... I only have one room available," Johansen said, as if he didn't want Evan and Chris to live there.

"The fog is too thick, we don't want to take risks." Evan said, "My friend is still injured", he pointed to Chris who looked a little weak.

Johnson heard the words and looked at Chris. His cloudy green eyes stared at Chris for a long time, and he didn't look away until Chris felt uncomfortable.

He seemed to be thinking, the fingers at his ankles tapping the ground restlessly.

"Okay." After struggling for a long time, he finally agreed, "but at night..." he emphasized, "you must not come out after the lights are turned off."

Evan and Chris looked at each other, and they both found something in it.

"Of course, Mr. Johnson." Evan said slowly, "We just want to use the night, and we will leave when the fog clears tomorrow morning."

Perhaps because it was too late, or because he didn't want to entertain the two unexpected guests, Johansen didn't prepare dinner for them, and he didn't even eat it himself.

He just held a few cans of beer and snacks, threw himself on the sofa, and watched those not-so-interesting programs on TV.

Evan and Chris stood behind Johansen, except for the other's overly horrifying appearance and connection with reality, Johansen was the first normal person they met after they came to this world.

He is not very aggressive, whether it is speech or behavior, he is closer to ordinary humans, which makes Chris's tense nerves relax a little.

Then I realized that I seemed to have more... er, physiological needs.

Yes, he wants to go to the toilet.

He glanced sideways at Evan beside him. His original suit had disappeared during several escapes, his coat had already been lost in the darkness, and his shirt was covered in a mess on his body, revealing his The opponent's good figure.

Chris looked at it for a while, then looked away. "I'm going to look elsewhere," he whispered.

"Where are you going?" Evan asked.

Chris didn't want to talk.

"Concealment is not a good behavior." Evan emphasized again, "Separation represents danger."

"Okay," Chris said, "I want to go to the bathroom."

"Together," Evan said.

Chris looked at Evan in surprise.

"Who knows when he'll go crazy?" Evan gestured to Chris to look at the Johansen who was still watching TV. "You don't want your neck to be twisted and thrown into the toilet when you go to the bathroom?"

Evan's words made Chris sick for a while, but he had to say that in this crazy world, everything is possible, so he acquiesced to Evan's proposal, "I remember there seems to be one on the second floor." He To Evan, of course this part of the memory comes from the real world.

It was when he was leaving the toilet that the man touched his buttocks.

But Chris doesn't want Evan to know about it, it's too embarrassing.

Chris walked in front. The stairs on the second floor were covered with thick woven patterned carpets. In this room, it seemed a bit too luxurious. "I don't remember it being like this before." He remembered that when he came here half a year ago, the door to The stairs on the second floor have not been paved yet.

Evan looked down at the carpet under his feet. No matter from any angle, the hand-woven carpet under his feet looked very exquisite, and it also represented extremely expensive.

At least Johansen couldn't afford such an expensive item.

Because the area of ​​this carpet is too large, it completely covers the stairs from the first floor to the second floor.

And he also smelled a strange smell, which couldn't be simply called a bad smell... Evan pried up the carpet on the edge of the steps with the tip of his shoe, and then saw the bloodstains hidden under the carpet.

Then, before Chris found out, he put it down quickly.

He glanced back at Johansen, and found that he was laughing at the old show on TV, and didn't notice the movement here, so Evan slowly followed Chris's footsteps and walked to the second floor.

The space on the second floor is much more cramped than they thought. Some unnecessary boxes took up more than half of the space, and there was a dark brown mark on the bottom of the box. Chris glanced at the box, and the traces on the bottom edge of the box made him feel a little nervous. Not a good association, just to be on the safe side, he bypassed these cardboard boxes piled up in the corridor on the second floor.

Came to the bathroom at the end.

"Okay, that's enough for here." Chris said to Evan, who was standing by the door, not going to invite Evan to go in with him.

Of course Evan wouldn't go in either, he just leaned against the door frame.

He made a gesture, and then wrote a line of words in the palm of Chris's hand - [When calling for help, remember to knock on the door three times, and I will come in directly. 】—— But he said, "If there is any danger, remember to call me."

No one knows what will be in the bathroom, maybe there will be a monster, imitating Chris's voice for help, so they must agree on some codes.

Chris nodded, "Don't close the door." Evan asked again, "Don't worry, I won't peek."

As Evan said, a series of weird things had made Chris's spirit tense to the extreme, so he didn't intend to close the door, but just left the bathroom door ajar.

The bathroom is no different from the last time Chris came. The walls, the floor, and everything you see are made of green, which makes Chris feel a little uncomfortable.

He felt that only crazy people could like such a bathroom, which reminded him of a horror movie he had seen for a long time, and there was a similar green bathroom in that movie... Chris tried hard to stop his association, he even avoided the mirror , opened the toilet, ready to vent.

And when he just pulled the zipper, he heard Evan knocking on the door outside, "Chris." The other party said, "Something is wrong with Johnson, he came up..."