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The man didn't speak, he just looked Chris up and down, his eyes were cold and critical, as if he was looking at a big sale in a supermarket...or, as if he was looking at some kind of garbage.

This kind of gaze made Chris feel uncomfortable. Just when he was about to teach this decent gentleman what respect is, the man seemed to have fully evaluated the value of Chris, and said slowly, "I am Evan." He spoke curtly and awkwardly, as if he wasn't going to tell Chris.

Chris sat in the rickety wooden chair, "Even if it was a fake name, I wouldn't know it."

"As you said, even if it's a fake name, you won't know it. Maybe names have a lot of meanings in modern society, but here, in a space with only the two of us and no exit, it's just a code name ’” Evan said, moving a little closer to Chris, then surveying the ground again.

Chris followed Evan's gaze and looked at the ground——

The concrete floor looks solid.

Chris stomped his feet pointlessly a few times before confirming the fact that they weren't in the air, not in a floating structure that had been constructed.Their feet are the ground.

"There's no food," Chris said, "and there's no drinking water." The room was small, so you could see it all at a glance, and there were no corners where you could hide things.

"There are no windows, no exits." Evan said, "But it's obviously unreasonable, this place won't be built in an instant." He said to Chris, "I shouldn't have been in a coma for a long time."

"All reasonable inferences..." Chris laughed at himself, looking at his watch, he always felt that things were worse than they imagined.

He looked at Evan's figure standing in the middle of the house, "Have you figured out anything? Mr. Genius."

Evan didn't speak, he just walked to the bed, "Come and help." He said to Chris, obviously he couldn't solve this big guy alone.

Chris shrugged, he walked over, moved the bed with Evan, and then sneezed a few times because of the dust pouring into his nasal cavity, "Did you find anything?" He rubbed his nose and asked squatting Come down Evan.

Evan lowered his head, trying to grope every inch of the ground.

Soon, the small space was searched.

The floor of the room is a whole, and there is no exit that Evan expected.

There wasn't even a single crack to be found here, Chris thought.

He felt that he had calmed down, and Chris went back to his wooden chair and sat down. Of course, he would not sit still, but obviously, there was no good way now.

And he needs to conserve his strength.

Chris looked at Evan who was a little anxious. Although he was also frustrated that he couldn't go out, he had nothing and had encountered countless dangerous situations.

The encounter this time was nothing more than a little more dangerous than his previous ones.

He even thought about it wildly, he looked at Evan, "Is this really not a prank show?"

"Look at how we can kill each other?" Evan asked. He looked back at Chris. His hair, which was originally neatly combed, had been messed up. People seem to soften a lot.

He gave up and sat on the bed they moved to the center of the room, not paying attention to the mold stains on it, "Chris, if there is really no exit here, you know what will happen later." He pointed to himself, then pointed Chris, "Even if we have reason, our instincts will make us fight for every possibility of survival."

"Only one of us can live inside, and this one will die later in this confined space because of lack of food and drinking water."

"Think about it," Chris said. "At least we still have air to breathe."

Evan didn't speak, but Chris bet he saw Evan's eyes.

"Do you remember that sentence we heard just now?" Chris asked suddenly.

"The world is full of lies?" Evan repeated, he took off his suit jacket, and then unbuttoned two buttons, "I don't quite understand." He looked up at the room, "And there is no Where the speakers are."

"Sound so close." Chris said, pointing to his ear, "like talking in my ear." He hesitated for a while, not knowing how to describe his feelings to Evan, "Why can't we propose What about a hypothesis?" He thought for a while and said, "For example, we have experienced some things that cannot be explained by common sense."

Chris said, raising his hand and looking at his watch, "Look, the time has changed again."

Evan looks at his watch, too, now that they've both given up their phones.

"What do you want to say?" Evan asked after putting his wrist down.

"...I don't know." Chris frowned. He was wearing an oversized sportswear jacket, which gave him a kind of childishness that did not match his age. His eyes were very light, or in other words, the whole person gave off a Lightly pigmented impression.

"I just think we should prepare for the worst."

"The worst plan is that we will be here." Evan seemed to have calmed down now, and his tone became as calm as before, "There is no worse plan."

As soon as Evan finished speaking, Chris seemed to hear the familiar electric sound again.

Then there was the same voice as before, but the content of the words was chilling——

"Only one will make it out alive."

After the mechanical female voice finished speaking, the dark and narrow room fell into silence again.

Only the white light tube above the head, which seems to be covered with a layer of black mist, is working quietly.

After a long time, Evan spoke, "Did you hear that?"

"We all heard it." Chris said, he looked at Evan who was less than five meters away from him, as long as he pounced on him and got rid of this guy, he could leave?

Chris was sure that was what he heard.

He thought Evan heard it too, and he bet that the other party must be thinking the same thing as him——

Only one person can leave.

"Do you have any ideas?" Evan asked.

Chris thought this scene was a bit funny. They both understood that they could leave only by killing each other, but it seemed that they were a little embarrassed because they knew this fact.

"You're hesitating." Chris said, his hand in his coat pocket had already grasped a simple bottle opener. He didn't remember where this thing came from, maybe it was from a bar yesterday when he was drunk. By the way.

He looked at Evan in his shirt, whose hands were hidden in the suit jacket on his lap, and he didn't know if he was bluffing, but he wasn't.

Chris licked his lower lip. He was a kid from the streets, and he was good at fighting.

He clenched the corkscrew tightly in his hand, ready to rush up and insert this thing into Evan's temple—and then it was over.

He had envisioned the scene behind countless times in his head, and the sweat in his palm was getting more and more, but he didn't move, because he thought of the prompt he heard at the beginning——

The world is full of lies.

So, is this a lie?

Chris held the corkscrew and thought while looking at Evan not far away.

"I'm thinking." Evan said, "First sentence." He said to Chris, "If it's an iron door that concerns us, I think I should be ready to make a move by now, but stuck Ours is a room with no exit, it's a pure box ... I doubt it."

——They thought the same.Chris breathed a sigh of relief, and his fingers holding the corkscrew relaxed a little, "I think so too." He said to Evan.

"So can you put down your weapon?" Evan asked suddenly.

Chris suddenly tensed up, and he reflexively grabbed the bottle opener in his hand.

"Although I don't know what is in your pocket, I think it should be a weapon that can hurt me, because I found that your muscles are tense." Evan said, removed his suit, and stretched "I don't have any weapons," he said to Chris.

Chris didn't say a word, "I don't believe you." He said to Evan, but he took his hand out anyway, "Now, we all put our hands where we can see."

Evan didn't make sense, he put his hands on his knees, "What's on your mind?"

"Same as you," Chris said, not used to the position, so he put his hands on the chair to make sure Evan could see his hands. "I don't know whether to believe this tip."

If the relationship between the two people was considered harmonious before, they are now on both sides of the balance, because they are not sure whether Fang will suddenly tear up this temporary alliance contract.

And it is not sure whether this mysterious mechanical female voice will broadcast news at the same time every time.

What if someone sneaked in more information?

Chris leaned on the chair, he looked at Evan, and the other party was also observing him. Obviously, their thoughts coincided again.