imaginary field

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Chris raised his hands up in surrender, "He told me that this is the sixth floor, and there is no 1009 at all, so the room next to yours is 6001?" Chris turned to the young Evan beside him, "I guess you may misremembered?"

Evan didn't speak, he looked up at Chris, then shifted his gaze to the wooden door in front of him, and stood there quietly, like a statue.

Chris can't judge the truth from Evan or the man's description, after all, they may all be lying.He has realized that the Evan in front of him is not the same as his silent and arrogant temporary companion, and Chris doesn't even know if this Evan is real.

So he can only when the candle is not extinguished

A few seconds later, the door was opened by a tall woman, almost as tall as Chris.

She doesn't look too young, but she shouldn't be too old, and Chris has some difficulty judging her age.

She was wearing an exquisite suit that even a person like Chris who knew nothing about fashion could understand that it was from an extremely expensive brand. She wore a string of pearls around her neck and her face was very makeup. Appropriate, looks like it shouldn't be in this crazy scene.

The woman in front of her looks like she is 30 or 50 years old. Her lips are painted bright red with a little luster. She has dark gray eyes. When she looks at you, her eyes always look It's gentle and sensible.

She looked at Chris and Evan, who was being led by him, with a surprised expression, as if she didn't understand the purpose of the two visitors.

Chris says hello—he's not sure if he's being rude because he's not good at dealing with situations like this—and he points to Evan next to him, "Ma'am, I met a lost kid."

When she heard Chris's narration, a little soft expression appeared on her face. She squatted down holding her skirt and looked at little Evan, "Have you lost?"

Evan didn't speak, he didn't seem to want to communicate with others.

"Yes, a young woman." Chris said casually, he spliced ​​​​what he had seen before, "I saw a woman in a long dress, maybe her mother, and she was yelling , and then left this boy's side." Chris said, showing an extremely angry expression, "She is really an irresponsible mother."

"That's not my mother," Evan said suddenly.

"Who is she?" The woman looked at Evan beside her curiously, and seemed to be very interested in Evan. She didn't pay attention to Chris who was beside her, which made Chris feel a little... strange.

He didn't know how to describe such a thing, he just felt something was wrong.

Even if an adult man is extremely threatening to a single woman, it should not be such an attitude of ignorance, but should be more cautious.

Evan didn't speak, he took Chris's arm, looking like a very poor little guy.

Chris didn't know when his relationship with Evan became so harmonious. An hour ago, they were just strangers, and the other party even thought he was a liar.

"I think he was frightened." Chris pushed Evan behind him, and said, he turned his head and looked at the candle above his head. During the conversation, the candle lost a lot, and almost only A tiny bit.

This made Chris give up other plans. They couldn't find Evan's room before the candle went out. "It's too late." "We've got to find a place to stay."

Hearing Chris' whisper, the woman turned her gaze to Evan who was hiding behind Chris, "Honey." She said affectionately, "Children are not suitable for wandering in the corridor."

"But he can't find his room." Chris said, even if there is no mirror here, he can imagine the expression on his face, how stiff it is at this moment, and he tries to show a harmless smile, "Just one night , I think maybe his mother will come back tomorrow."

"Irresponsible mothers should be punished." The woman said in a slightly sharp tone, and then she emphasized, "Of course fathers too."

"You're right." Chris agreed, he put his toes into the door frame to prevent the woman from closing the door suddenly when the candle was extinguished, "I think I should be able to find his room in just one night."

No one talked about why they didn't open another room, they seemed to ignore that it was a hotel, of course, we all know that Chris didn't know where the front desk of the hotel was, he couldn't even find the end of the corridor, But Evan and the woman did not ask this question either.

Evan just remained silent. As for the woman in front of him, who knows?

With the permission of the woman, Chris entered this room. The walls of the room were covered with red floral wallpaper, which looked a bit like the style of the 5,60s and [-]s. Rugs, and Chris even saw an old sewing machine in the living room—something he thought he’d only see in a museum—who knows if it’s in a museum or not.

Perhaps sensing Chris' gaze, the woman walked over slowly, blocking the sewing machine. She picked up a camel-colored shawl from the footstool in front of the sewing machine, walked over, and draped it over Evan's shoulders.

The shawl was so long that it swallowed him up the moment it fell on Evan's shoulders.

Chris raised his eyebrows and looked at Evan, who was submerged in the shawl, and then looked at the woman, "You are such a generous lady." He greeted unskillfully.

The woman's dark gray eyes stared at Chris for a moment, then she looked away, "Here is an empty room, you can take this child to rest here." When she mentioned Evan, her tone inevitably became lighter Some, which always made Chris feel that something was wrong.

He stared at the woman in front of him with pearl necklaces wrapped around her neck, and smiled deliberately, "Thank you, ma'am."

After Chris finished speaking, he heard some movement outside the door. The sound was so loud that even the ground under their feet was shaking slightly.

Chris looked at Evan subconsciously, and saw the boy's mouth move——

【It's coming. 】

Chris immediately understood who Evan was talking about, the monster.

"It's dangerous outside." The woman said suddenly, she pointed to the door with a nervous expression, "He's right outside the door."

You are also dangerous, Chris thought, he took Evan's hand, and after thanking the woman again for her generosity, he came to the room she pointed to.

In fact, the woman's room doesn't seem to belong to a hotel. After leaving the living room, there is a corridor, and many portraits are hung on the red floral wallpaper of the same color as the living room.

Without exception, they were all women in the living room.

From young to now.

In each one, she showed a stiff smile to the camera.

The oil painting distorted her expression, making her look a little scary under the dim light.

Chris subconsciously shifted his gaze, he held Evan's hand, and pushed open the door that seemed to be a guest room.

The inside of the door is normal, but the room layout is a little childish, like a baby room, there is even a crib in the corner, and countless dolls and dolls are piled up in the milky white crib.

"She has a baby?" Chris looked at the crib in the corner and said to himself. After Evan entered the door, he sat on the bed, looking too mature and silent.

Chris went to the crib and found that the dolls in the crib were broken.

Torn, as if someone had chopped them up with a knife—the tattered dolls piled up in the crib, the stuffing spilling out of the crevices, and Chris looked at a torn bunny doll.

picked up.

On its body, some traces of being chopped by a knife were found.

Although this kind of suspicion and association was somewhat offensive, the first thing Chris thought of was the owner of the room.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that it is someone else, such as the irresponsible father she mentioned.

Chris put the doll in his hand back into the crib. He walked to the door and listened carefully to the movement outside the door. He didn't know whether the sound insulation effect of this room was too good, or the owner of the room really didn't move. Chris found that I couldn't hear any movement.

Chris looked down at the doorknob and realized that someone had picked the lock where it used to be, so it was a room that couldn't be locked—she could come in whenever she wanted.

Of course, he wasn't going to stand by the door, after all, many people should have seen that classic scene in horror movies - the wooden door split open by an axe.

After moving the crib from the corner to the door, Chris noticed that Evan had been looking up at the wall. He looked along the wall and found the clock on the wall-the current time is 11:50.

"What's wrong?" Chris asked.

"At 12 o'clock, everyone goes to bed." Evan said, looking at the clock.

Chris looked at the double bed in the room, then turned his head to look at the unreliable wooden door and the crib against it, "Everyone? Are you sure?"

"Yes, everyone." Evan nodded.

"Including that woman?"

"...Actually, the hotel's rule is that everyone must fall asleep before 12 o'clock." Little Evan said slowly.

Chris suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Sleepwalking is allowed," Evan said.

"Pray she doesn't sleepwalk."

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