imaginary field

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Chris realized that the woman was about to take Evan out of his sight, so he hurriedly followed. The carpet under his feet was dense and thick. When stepping on it, Chris couldn't help but think of a sponge soaked in water.

He walked up to the woman, only to find that she seemed unable to see him.

On the contrary, Evan kept looking at Chris, which made him a little overwhelmed, "Uh..." He followed behind Evan, rehearsing his own problems in his head.

Such as: Where is Carlton?

Why are you getting smaller?

where am i

Who is this woman?

——But Chris felt that no matter which one, Evan in front of him would not know. The other party looked at him expressionlessly, and Chris could clearly see his flustered and dazed self from his gray-blue eyes The way he looked—he even opened his mouth wide, which was really stupid.

"Are you Evan?" Finally, Chris asked the safest question.

Little Evan didn't speak, just stared at Chris, just when Chris thought he wouldn't answer, the other party nodded slightly, and this immediately caught the woman's attention.

She stopped in the long corridor, tilted her head and looked at Evan who was hugged by her, "Honey?" She looked at Evan with an exaggerated expression, as if performing a musical, if possible, Ke Reese figured she might do a little dance in place, to the music, and ask the question.

But obviously, no one here would appreciate her expression, so she made another expression for a while and said to Evan, "You're crazy again."

"You're a little lunatic." The woman whispered, her face had lost her disguise, she just stared expressionlessly at Evan who was held in her arms, "Just like your mother."

"And your father," she added, "you're all crazy."

Chris looked at the woman in surprise. He originally thought that this would be Evan's mother or something - after all, their gray-blue eyes looked exactly the same.

Evan didn't speak, he just turned his eyes away and looked at Chris.

Chris tried to walk over, blocking the woman's vicious gaze with his hands.

"Who is she?" Chris asked quietly.

"My father's sister." Evan replied with a squirm of his lips. He didn't seem to be surprised why there was a man here that his aunt couldn't see.

He stared at Chris and reached out to touch his cheek, but the move was stopped immediately by the woman, who yelled hysterically, "What did you see?!" She started screaming and threw Evan He threw it to the ground, and then looked at Evan in horror, as if he saw some little monster.

Chris stuck his fingers to Evan's ears, he blocked Evan's body, keeping him away from the woman who suddenly went crazy, just as he was thinking about how to stop the woman, her screams died down .

Chris looked up to see that it wasn't her who had stopped screaming.

Instead she disappeared.

The woman, who may have been Aunt Evan, disappeared down the corridor.

In the seemingly endless corridor, there are only thick woven carpets and countless doors that are almost the same... Chris looked down at Evan, who was very calm.

"Do you believe what she said?" Evan, who was sitting on the ground, looked up and asked.

"what?"

"I'm crazy," Evan said, pointing at himself. "We're all crazy." He also pointed to where the woman had been standing.

Although Chris didn't understand why he came to this corridor, he felt that this should be a game level set by Carlton, so he squatted down and hugged Evan, "Where is your room?"

Evan didn't speak, his arms wrapped around Chris' neck, "The end of the corridor."

Chris looked at the endless corridor in front of him. This seemed to be an old house, and the layout of the corridor was more like some movies Chris had seen.

He couldn't estimate the length of this corridor, but he felt that all the rooms here seemed to be copied and pasted. There were no house numbers or names on the rooms.

It is not so much a simple family house as it is a hotel that has been around for some years.

"Is this a hotel?" He asked Evan in his arms.

Evan nodded.

"What hotel?"

Evan shook his head, "I don't know." He said to Chris, "My room is at the end of the hall."

Chris felt that things would not be as simple as this little Evan said. He hugged Evan and continued to walk forward slowly. The carpet under his feet had an excellent sound-absorbing effect. Apart from their breathing, Chris could no longer Couldn't hear a third voice in the hallway.

After walking for maybe 10 minutes, maybe half an hour, Chris finally stopped, looked at the corridor that seemed to never end, and said to Evan as if giving up, "I can't find your room. .”

He even conceived in his head countless times that the end of the corridor was there, but it still didn't appear, as if when he entered this corridor, the laws of the original world had been invalidated.

Or someone is interfering with his choice.

After all, chocolates will still appear-Chris took out two chocolates in his coat, stuffed one for Evan, and put the other in his mouth.

"But it's dangerous outside." Evan tilted his head and looked at Chris, "The corridor is dangerous."

"We have to find our own room." Evan pointed to the chandelier above his head, and Chris realized that there was a white candle on the top of the chandelier, and the candle was almost burned out at this moment.

"Otherwise monsters will appear in the corridors."

"Then kill everything that moves in the corridor."

Chris looked up at the candles on the chandelier, and he found that the candles burned very fast, and the candles would all go out in only 10 minutes at most-he tried to change a candle for the chandelier, but found that he couldn't do it.

Without new candles appearing, the world couldn't read the facts he recognized—[There is another candle on the chandelier. 】

It's like being blocked.

And Chris doesn't think he can enter a room casually. After all, according to the children's version of Evan, they are in a hotel. Everyone knows that people who break into other people's rooms are either robbers or thieves.

So what will happen to robbers and thieves?

Chris thought he should be able to think of it.

"Do you remember your room number?"

Evan shook his head.

"The next room?"

"1009," Evan said.

Great, Chris thought, he had to find the damn room before the candle burned out, and he wasn't sure Evan had the right number.

"Can I ask the other tenants?" Chris asked.

"As long as you don't break into someone's room," Evan said, "you can knock on any door."

"An unoccupied room is safe?" Chris noticed this key, that's right, Chris thought, thieves and robbers will not suddenly be found in an unoccupied room, and it will take some time for the hotel to find out— — perhaps before that time comes, they will be able to return to the safety of the corridor.

After understanding this, Chris immediately took Evan's hand and knocked on the door on the left.

A few seconds later, the door opened, and out came a man in a suit, with his hair scrupulously done and glasses looking rather prim, looking suspiciously at Evan and Chris.

"Hi, sir." Chris pointed to Evan beside him, "This kid is lost, maybe you know him?"

The man looked at Evan and Chris critically, as if he was judging something.

"I haven't seen him," said the man.

"He said he lives here, the room number is 1009..."

The man interrupted to look at Chris, "This is the sixth floor." After speaking, he closed the door as if he had met a liar.

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