imaginary field

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When Chris woke up, he found that he was still in Johnson's room. He was still lying in the room before he lost consciousness, and Evan beside him had long since disappeared.

He braced his head, thought for a while, and then saw a hamburger appear in his palm—hot, not from a fast food chain, but from the poor restaurant downstairs from Chris.

Obviously, everything is simple when you realize the rules of this world.

Chris put the hamburger aside, he stood up, and looked at the surrounding environment - there was no difference from before he fainted, even the hole he drilled on the door panel was still in its original position On the morning, Chris walked over with a hamburger. Not surprisingly, he saw blood on the corridor.

So he pushed open the door, walked slowly along the bloodstains, and finally found Johansen's body in the storage room under the stairs. The body was just like the one he saw at the beginning, with hands and feet changed positions. Reese looked at Johansen's body for a moment, looking down at the stitched wrist and ankle.

That person didn't seem to have much patience when he sewed, he just roughly connected these two unrelated parts together, and there was no smell of blood in the air and the smell that Chris didn't want to smell, because Chris felt that he There should be no smell at all.

If he could, he could even imagine himself in a fancy restaurant now, rather than hiding in a house 20 years from now, to see a dead person.

Chris looked at it for a while, and finally left the storage room. He didn't have too many thoughts in his head. If he had to describe it, I'm afraid it could only be described as absurd.

Whether he entered this fantasy space or someone told him that he would become a big star known to the whole world in 20 years, he just didn't understand who Carlton was.

Chris wandered around Johansen's house, and he found Johansen's other computer, as well as a storage device for storing files, although the computer was a little different from what he remembered.

But Chris still figured out how to do it.

He plugged the thing that might be the memory into the interface of the computer, and then found the place where Johansen stored the data... And when he opened those videos and photos, Chris even wanted to go back and try again on Johansen's body. Step on a few feet.

Because the person in the video is him.

His face was captured so clearly that he even remembered wearing a gray hooded sweater that day—just half a year ago—with the sauce on the cuffs from his pizza.

He even remembered what that sauce tasted like.

Chris smashed the keyboard, and he found some other files on the computer from other people-like Chris in the video, the boys didn't seem to understand what they were about to encounter next.

And in Johnson's cell phone (Chris took a long time to confirm the purpose of this thing), Chris also found his chat records with some people.

About selling videos or something.

Obviously, the other party is not only a liar, but also a complete villain, a despicable and shameless villain.

Nothing related to Carlton was left on Johnson's cell phone. Chris recalled the scene they saw on the second floor-Johnson was talking to the person at the door, and then brought him into the house.

Although it is impossible to see the next scene, Chris has been able to restore it through the scene. Carlton must have attacked Johnson from behind when he turned on the computer, and then dragged his body and dragged him to a In the storage room upstairs.

The stairs were covered with blood, but the man turned a blind eye and just punished Johansen in his own way... It's just that Chris didn't understand, why did Carlton do this?

According to Evan, the other party was a man around 35 who died of suicide.

Maybe this year?

Chris thought vaguely that no one knew whether Carlton committed suicide now, or a few years later.

Perhaps even Evan himself did not know the reason for Carlton's suicide.

Chris crouched on the ground, looking at Johansen's body. His eyes were open, looking up, with a terrified expression. His face was covered with blood and his head was incomplete.

Like it was smashed by something.

Chris guessed it might be a hammer, or something else.

Other than that, almost nothing.

The murderer was calm enough. When he dealt with Johansen, he didn't panic or panic. The Carlton he had seen appeared in Chris's head-he knew that it shouldn't be the real appearance of the man.

He tried to find some clues in Johnson's house.

So as to complete a simple inference-for example, Carlton was also photographed and videoed by Johansen.

But no, there is only a video of Chris on the computer. After all, this is not the real Johansen's house, but the Johansen's home in Carlton's imagination.

So only those things in his cognition will appear here.

As for those without cognition (such as the bathroom), Chris will subconsciously help it complete.

Of course, Chris couldn't find more valuable things in this house. He thought that Carlton didn't stay in this house for too long. Maybe he left the house after killing Johansen.

The first floor has become a complete murder scene, and the stairwell is surrounded by bloodstains. Chris thinks that this should be restored by Carlton, that day 20 years later.

He went to the window and looked across the street at the house where they had woken up.

The dense fog disappeared at some point, and the opposite house stood there alone, with nothing around it, and those things that were originally covered by the dense fog were all exposed at this moment.

He thought that Carlton had never observed the neighborhood, so in his imagination, there were only two houses here, Johansen's and his.

Yes, it's easy to guess, Chris has never looked at the house across the way, he remembers leaving the Johansen's house, and never looked back, certainly not to look at the houses around the block.

He thought that the houses opposite were all Carlton's masterpieces, just like this one.

Chris thought of everything he saw when he woke up, the two completely different chairs, and the words engraved on the back of the chair—inexplicably, Chris suddenly had a creepy illusion, he looked around subconsciously, It was found that there were still only his and Johnson's bodies in the room.

The feeling of peeping just now seemed to be his illusion.

Chris didn't stay in Johnson's house anymore, because he knew that there would be no clues here, so he opened the door and walked out of Johnson's house.

The outside is almost the same as the scene Chris saw not long ago, but when the thick fog cleared, the world became more and more absurd. The two houses and the road under Chris' feet seemed to be dug out of thin air, and the surrounding Blank - this should be the reason why Carlton didn't fill it.

He followed the road under his feet and came to the house he and Evan had just left not long ago.

Then before he could open the door, the door of the house opened.

This time there was no Johansen, nor Evan or Carlton. The dark entrance was like the stomach of some kind of monster, coaxing Chris to enter.

And just next to this entrance is another door, which is the truth that Chris has just confirmed-a real exit.

It's just that when Chris actually walked into the house, he found that it was not what he had seen before. The place was surprisingly large, with countless rooms in the endless corridors.

Under his feet was a handmade carpet with intricate patterns, and above his head was an overly extravagant and dramatic ceiling. At this moment, the first door in the corridor opened.

A boy steps out who looks like a smaller version of Evan.

He saw Chris and gave a strange expression.

"Who are you, Carlton?"

Chris cursed Carlton in his heart. After all, what he hated most were puzzle games and detective novels—he knelt down and looked at Evan, who should only be 6,7 or 7 years old—he thought it should be 7 years old, because in Egypt In Wen's previous narrative, he met Carlton when he was [-] years old.

"...I'm your friend." Chris said dryly, he felt that he would rather face the monster he saw in the dark than talk to 7-year-old Evan here.

He didn't doubt that this was Carlton's trick, the other party was such an evil soul.

"I don't have any friends." The young Evan said calmly to Chris, "And your set is a bit outdated."

And just when Evan was about to continue talking to Chris, a woman in a long skirt walked over slowly, with some fake smiles on her delicate face, as if she had put on a mask , "Evan, my dear Evan." She hugged Evan in an exaggerated and dramatic way, whispered something in her mouth, and even shed a few tears, and then wiped them away, "You Time to see a doctor."

She held Evan in her arms as if she couldn't see Chris.

Then slowly walked forward, and Evan just looked back at Chris and said blankly, "She's a liar."