imaginary field

21

Just when Chris was about to see the owner of the red eye, his eyes were suddenly covered.

Then he smelled the smell that belonged to Evan.

After a few seconds, he was let go. Chris touched his eyes, then turned to look at Evan next to him, as if waiting for his answer.

"I saw the shadow." Evan said, and he pointed to the gap between the door-although at the moment, there was nothing here.

Chris didn't quite remember whether there was a shadow here just now, he shook his head, shook off some of his thoughts, and then said to Evan, "I saw a red eye." He covered his head, when he The moment he saw that red eye, some broken memories suddenly appeared in his head.

It's all about Johansen.

He thinks these memories may come from the owner of the red eyes.

He saw how he killed Johansen, even sewed his hands, and stuffed him in the storage room under the stairs—Chris even saw the date on the computer.

Someday in 20 years.

Which also explains why the Johansen in the house is so much older than he remembers.

But it didn't fit the attempt... Chris covered his aching head, subconsciously looked at the hole in the door, and found that he could only see long bloodstains in the corridor - obviously those came from Johansen.

"This may be 20 years later." Chris said his guess to Evan, and he pointed to his head, "Some fragments appeared in my memory, which may come from the eye I saw. "

Evan looked at Johansen in surprise, as if he didn't understand what he meant, he thought for a moment, and then said to Chris, "You mean, everything here is 20 years later?"

"This Johansen is not the one you know, 20 years from now?" Evan said. "So is he dead? I mean 20 years from now."

"Do you think this actually happened in the future?"

"Just find out the truth about Johansen's death." Evan motioned Chris to look into the next room, "Johnson doesn't know that man." When they were in the corridor, although they didn't hear the conversation between Johansen and the man, but never In terms of body movements, it can be easily judged-Johnson has never seen this man.

He was not familiar with him, so he always kept some distance from this man, and never pointed his back at the man unless necessary.

But he died anyway.

Evan thought, he looked at the other side of the wall indifferently, even if he couldn't see the exact scene, he could still think of what happened there... He turned his eyes slightly, looked at Chris beside him, " We have to go to the next room."

Of course, Chris would not object to Evan's proposal. He clearly remembered that they only had three days left. Before leaving this room, Chris looked at the fog outside through the window—he still couldn't see House opposite.

To be honest, when Chris came to this block last time, he didn't observe it carefully. Of course, he understood that even if he observed it by himself, it was useless.

After all, from the deduction just now, they all know that this may actually be the world in 20 years.

Chris thought of the house he woke up in, and the words engraved on the back of the chair...

"Click."

The sound of the door opening made Chris hurried to Evan's side. After these things, the clothes on them were all crumpled and stuck to their bodies.

Chris even smelled the smell of sweat mixed with blood on his body-he retched subconsciously, then covered his mouth, and got closer to Evan.

The smell of woody perfume on the opponent's body became stronger.

Chris was even a little puzzled, what kind of perfume the other party was using, and why it still had a faint smell after dozens of hours.

And just when Chris was about to get closer.

There was a small change in that smell suddenly, the smell of wood and moss remained the same, and in this smell, the smell of blood suddenly strengthened—of course he knew that it was not his own smell.

He looked up and met a pair of hazel eyes.

There was a smile on the corner of Carlton's mouth, and he pressed Chris's hands, "Dear Chris..." He moved a little closer, "You must feel that you smell bad."

"Yes, I find that very cute."

"Obviously you live in a garbage dump, and the most indispensable thing in that neighborhood is the smell of all kinds of garbage—of course, these garbage also include your friends." Carlton didn't care about Chris' eyes at all, and continued As Gu Zi said, he even grabbed Chris's wrist and kissed it, "I forgot, you are not a clean freak, you just can't smell some irritating smells."

Although Carlton's hand didn't move, his gaze kept lingering on Chris's face and lips, "You will retch as long as you smell a little disgusting smell..."

His fingers lightly touched Chris's Adam's apple, "Including my fingers too..." He seemed to think of something, and said to Chris, "It's very suitable for doing something, isn't it?"

Chris tried to ignore the lunatic beside him. If it was dozens of hours ago, he might have broken the arm of this lunatic without hesitation, and then stuffed the shoe into his mouth that kept saying disgusting things.

But now... Chris looked hesitantly at Carlton's hands grabbing his arm, "Let go." He said to Carlton that he didn't want to hurt Evan for the time being.

Carlton didn't speak. After staring at Chris for a while, he said, "You must be wondering why Johnson died suddenly in his room."

"Ha, yes, he's a villain, a liar voyeur...but who would want to kill him?" Carlton touched his arm, looking at Chris.

He moved a little closer, and his lips were close to Chris's ear. His voice was very soft, and even Chris who was beside him had to work hard to hear what he was saying clearly.

"You know……"

However, just when Chris was about to listen to Carlton's words, the opponent's body suddenly fell on his shoulders, and the defenseless Chris was even knocked back a few steps.

He looked down at Evan lying in his arms with his eyes closed, and let out a curse.

Then, holding Evan's body, he walked over and closed the door first.

He didn't want to meet the owner of those red eyes, or the suddenly revived Johansen before he got the answer.

When Evan woke up, he found himself lying on the bed, "I passed out?" He asked Chris who was sitting on the ground next to him.

Chris looked up at him, "So to speak."

After a few seconds, Evan understood what Chris meant, "Carlton appeared." He said affirmatively.

Chris didn't deny it, he just pulled his phone out of his pocket and started rummaging through his photo album, where he remembered snapping a photo the day he first met Johansen.

He tried his best to search in his photo album, but he still couldn't find anything useful.

In fact, Chris doesn't like to take pictures. There are very few things in this album, and many things are taken by his partner with his mobile phone.

But he suddenly saw a green bathroom in the photo album, which was obviously Johansen's bathroom.

He remembers thinking that the color scheme of the bathroom was too ridiculous, so he sent it to his friends. He tried to enlarge the photo, and finally found some unusual red spots in the corner.

Chris thinks about the camera he saw in the bathroom.

He figured this was supposed to be those things.

──There are also things in Johansen’s house in real life.

"Do you know him right?" Chris asked suddenly.

"what?"

"Carlton." Chris turned his head to look at Evan who was sitting on the bed, "He seems to know what's going on?" But before Evan could answer, he jumped onto the bed and pressed down on the bed with his own strength. He caught the opponent, and even used some tricks, so that Evan had no way to resist, "Who are you?" He looked at Evan under him and asked.

Evan smiled suddenly, his blue-gray eyes turning hazel under Chris' gaze, and then he lifted his neck slightly and tried to kiss Chris.

But he was punched by the opponent.

Carlton tasted the blood in his mouth, which made him even more excited, "Chris." He stared at Chris and said in a sleepy tone, "I think you must know that everything here is true of."

"You must have guessed who the murderer is." Carlton looked at Chris with an expression of anger and fear, and announced the previous answer, "It's all because of you, Chris." Carlton became even more excited, "Because of you , Johansen died in his house, what a pathetic guy who thought his videos would fetch a lot of money."

"Of course you are very poor." Carlton looked at Chris with pity, "If it weren't for me, everyone would have seen this video." He suddenly reached out, broke away from Chris' restraint, and then grabbed Chris Reese's neck, rubbing the tip of his nose affectionately against his Adam's apple.

"I'm even a little bit jealous of Evan," he sighed. "You know, I'd do anything for you."

"Including suicide."

Chris felt that he couldn't move. It wasn't pure strength, but something even more unpredictable. He saw Carlton rubbing his body with the cold tip of his nose, which gave Chris the illusion that he was being rubbed by a reptile.

In the next second, a sharp knife appeared on Carlton's neck.

Carlton looked at the knife on his neck and whistled, "When did you find out?"

"Not long ago," Chris said.

At first, Chris didn't find anything wrong, but the water and bread behind the mirror, the entrance that suddenly appeared on the roof, and the monsters that appeared in the dark...and the wounds that healed quickly after he was injured.

Including those horror movie plots I said in the room.

——When he said it, when he thought about it, these things came naturally.

Until just now, the knife that suddenly appeared between them—because of that moment, he wanted to kill Carlton.

Although Chris doesn't know how this world was born, he thinks that the rules of this world must be the prompt he heard when he woke up at first—the world is full of lies.

Everything is false, all imagined by them.

When they didn't think about anything, they just stayed in a closed concrete house.

And when they started to think, food appeared behind the mirror, and terrifying monsters appeared in the dark. Any thought that appeared in his head once would be displayed in this world.

But there would be no Johansen like that in his world... Chris looked at Carlton, "He's your idea," he said affirmatively.

"You're smart, honey," said Carlton, looking down at Chris affectionately. "Why don't you think about how you're going to get out?"

"According to the rules, as long as you realize the nature of this world and find an exit that you think, the game will end."

"I tried," Chris said.

"When?" Carlton asked.

"Every time." Chris said, he was not sure at first, but only grasped the idea vaguely, but no matter which time, he couldn't open the correct exit.

Because someone got in the way of his plans.

This person complements the world by realizing the rules of the world earlier than he does.

For example, when he wakes up from the house, the reminder to himself is to open the door of the house, and the outside is the real exit, but when he and Evan open the door together.

Only the monstrous Johansen can be seen.

As long as someone makes trouble, none of them can leave this weird space, but obviously, Carlton doesn't care about it.

"I'm just your admirer," Carlton said, looking at Chris fascinated, not minding the disgusted look on his face, "I've left a lot of clues," Carlton said, "It might be more interesting to explore on your own." Some, look, you have already guessed the cause of Johansen's death." Carlton's tone was sticky and uncomfortable, even though he was using Evan's body at the moment, the kind was almost engraved in the essence of the soul The evil in it still affected Chris, he stretched out his finger, and caressed Chris' cheek in the air, "Are you thinking, where is Evan?"

"Weak Evan," Carlton said, ignoring the knife on his neck. "You're not going to kill me, Chris."

"Chris." He grabbed Chris' finger, "You can only take him away if you find Evan." He kissed Chris' finger lightly, "Of course, you can also leave alone." Carlton nervously Laughing, "I'd love to see such a scene."

"And then you will die here too." Chris said indifferently, and found that there are some rules in this world that must be followed. He believes that there are confusing options in the prompt, but the deadline for the last three days should be true.

"Yes," Carlton said, looking at Chris with fascination, "but I'm dead."

"Chris, I'm dead."

"For me, this world is also very good." Carlton still looked at Chris with that unpleasant sticky gaze, "As for Evan?"

"Nobody cares about him, do they?"

"Chris." Carlton pointed to his head, "I won't interfere with your assumptions, you can find an 'exit' that belongs to you now, you know, when you realize the rules, the world will It will become very simple."

"Or you choose to find Evan..."

"Of course, I would prefer you to choose the first one." Carlton sat on the chair who didn't know when to appear, "After all, I am in Evan's body, and I will appear at any time, look, throw this trouble here Seems like a great option."

"When you wake up, our game will begin."

Chris heard Carlton say those unpleasant words in Evan's voice, he thought it was amazing, it was the same voice, but two completely different people.

Soon, as Carlton's palms covered his eyes, his consciousness began to blur.

Then he heard a ding-dong.

Chris knows, Carlton's game is on.

The author has something to say: the end is coming soon, there should not be much plot