imaginary field

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Chris never believed in his luck. If it was bad luck, he felt that he had a right to speak, "You don't seem nervous?" He looked at the expressionless Evan in front of him, and the one he knew. Evan was different, the little man in front of him was more silent and indifferent.

This made Chris miss the arrogant and critical man before.

"Actually, I don't know you." Evan said slowly. At this time, he seemed to overlap with the man in Chris's memory for a moment. He pointed at himself slowly, "I After meeting you in the hallway, I heard your lame lies."

"And then I met the liar."

"Then you said you wanted to take me to the right room." Evan said, "I don't know if you are another liar."

Chris throws his hands up, "Honey, I think there's something missing in your midst." It makes him sound like a total kidnapper in his narration.

He tried hard to recall what happened after he met Evan, and suddenly remembered that when he saw him for the first time, he came out of a door.

It's just that after he followed the woman and Evan in the corridor for a long time, and got lost in the corridor, he could no longer distinguish the original room.

"Is that your original room?" When Chris looked up and asked, he found that the clock on the wall had reached 11:55—they had to go to bed.

So he could only lie on the bed and temporarily gave up asking this question. Chris turned off the lights in the room. Perhaps because it was too quiet, he could feel Evan's breathing beside him, as well as the inaudible, From the rotation of the clock - or maybe it's just his own illusion - Chris thought aimlessly.

Perhaps it was the idea that he must fall asleep before 12 o'clock constrained him. Chris, who always thought he was sleeping well, became extremely active at this time.

The weird Johansen in the house began to appear in his head, the red eyes he saw through the hole, the man in the long black coat that seemed to be Carlton, and the young Evan, the mysterious and crazy woman... He didn't know how long it took him to think about these things, but he could feel himself getting more and more tense.

Just when his spirit was tense to the extreme, and he was about to open his eyes and turn on the light to see his own time, his eyes were suddenly held down by a pair of small hands.

Evan covered Chris's face with his palm, and then moved closer to Chris.

"Go to sleep." The soft voice of the young child sounded in Chris's ear.He found that Evan's palm was a little rough, like some marks, pressing on his eyelids.

He moved his eyes uneasily, and felt Evan's palm with trembling eyelids - and found that it might be a scar.

A scar that seemed to run through the palm of his hand.

Seeming to see Chris' doubts, Evan put the remaining hand on Chris's lips, and he leaned on Chris's body intimately, just like treating his own family, "Sleep Come on, Chris."

Chris felt Evan's small body lying on top of his body, as well as his fine breathing... This made Chris gradually feel at ease, his consciousness gradually dissipated, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Chris had a dream, but it was hardly a dream, because it was damn real.

He saw himself backstage at a concert, in costume, surrounded by his friends, and they were talking to him, but he couldn't hear them, he could only see their lips moving up and down.

He found himself smiling a little.

Then he heard his friend asking him, how was "that" going?

that matter?Chris didn't understand what that thing was.

But obviously, the protagonists in the dream all understood what he was referring to, and used "that thing" as a reference, even Chris in the dream, he could feel his mood swings in the dream, a little disgusting and anger.

"Does Alvin know about this?" asked his friend, Rick.

Alvin?Chris searched in his head for a long time, but couldn't find the corresponding candidate?

"He knows." Chris found himself talking in his dream, and he said to Rick, "He contacted Alvin immediately."

"Huh." Rick smiled, and shared a smile with Dean (his other friend), "Alvin will take care of this."

Chris found himself in the dream seemed to have some emotional fluctuations, "No." He heard himself say this, and then saw the surprised expressions of the two people opposite him, "Alvin won't handle this matter."

It sounded like Alvin was important, and Chris, the bystander, made a conclusion in his heart, because he saw both Rick and Dean showed panicked or frightened expressions, as if Chris had said something unacceptable to them.

"You're going to fuck up Chris," Rick said to Chris. "It's going to be a disaster. I don't think you want to see that video online."

Dean beside him also showed an approving expression, and the strong man patted Chris on the shoulder, "Listen to me, leave this matter to Alvin, and he will take care of it, just like before."

video?Chris thought about it in his dream, and he thought they might be talking about the Johansen video.

If what Johansen experienced is indeed a reality that will happen many years later-then Alvin is also someone he knows in the future?

Who is that man?

Chris felt like the protagonist in those fantasy novels. He accidentally discovered that he had peeped into the future. He felt that his state was very strange, and he could substitute into the Chris who regretted the concert. At the same time, he was like a ghost with a floating perspective. Of...he saw himself talking to them again.

At this time, Chris heard someone calling himself, the voice was a little low, with some accents, he turned around and found that it was a man with a light color.

The other party has very light-colored eyes and light-blond hair, and doesn't look like a local... He walked up to Chris and seemed to say something, but Chris in the dream couldn't hear clearly.

At the same moment, the man's name appeared in Chris's head.

—Alvin.

He looks extremely tall. Even a strong man like Dean is far inferior to him in terms of height. Chris thinks he should be over 6 feet 5 inches tall... When he stood in front of Chris, Almost covered the little guy.

In fact, Chris has always been dissatisfied with his height.

He looked up at Alvin with some difficulty, "Leave it to me." He heard himself say this to Alvin.

Immediately, there were objections from Rick and Dean.

"Do you remember when that was filmed?" Alvin's expression looked calm enough. He leaned against the equipment in the backstage of the concert. Chris didn't know if they were preparing for the stage or the end of the concert. after.

Then he found that the perspective had changed to No.1, so he could only say according to his memory, "It should be that liar."

"you sure?"

"Only that crook's house has a nightmarish green background," Chris said, making a sickened look. "Listen, I'm impressed because that's the most disgusting crook I've ever met."

"What did he do?" Alvin asked.

"...you don't want to know." Chris changed the subject.

"He got his ass touched," Rick said. "I remember the day Chris came back to me and said, that bastard touched my ass, and he was such a disgusting pervert."

"How did he touch you?" Suddenly Alvin approached Chris, the distance was far beyond the safe distance, and Chris could even smell the perfume on the other person...sweet and sticky.

——Is this dream too real?

These vague thoughts flashed through Chris's head, but he found that his movements became very insensitive in the dream. When Alvin had completely broken the safe distance, Chris found himself seemed to be forced to the backstage equipment and between Alvin.

He could even feel Alvin's breathing, and then the other's hand suddenly covered his ass—

"Is that how he touched you?"

Chris subconsciously prepared to struggle. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but his lips were pressed down. His nasal cavity was filled with that sweet smell again, like a cake house full of bread, or like being burnt. Sugar-wrapped popcorn, mixed with the smell of cream cake filled with sugar... That smell was so sweet that he felt suffocated.

Made him barely able to breathe...

Chris gasped for breath, he opened his eyes and there was darkness around him, but he found someone holding his mouth, and the sweet smell came from the other person.

In the dark room, he couldn't see anything clearly, he could only hear the breathing of himself and the other party.

Then he felt something waved towards him, and then it hit the bed next to him——

The man was very strong, and his body was a little too thin. He was lying on his body at the moment, and Chris immediately thought of the owner of the room. He kicked him away, and then tried to grab Ai who was lying beside him before. Wen, but found that the other party was not around.

So he could only get out of bed quickly, and then got into the narrow space under the bed, but he didn't expect to encounter a warm body.

And when the other person's small hand held him, he knew that the person was Evan.

"You must go to sleep quickly before you are discovered." Evan whispered in his ear.

Chris closed his eyes, and he could hear the woman seem to climb onto the bed again, and once again, the pillow on the attacker's bed, at the same time, it seemed that this room had found someone still awake, and began to move slowly .

Chris could even feel the rug under him squirming erratically, which made him even more panicked and difficult to sleep... Then he felt Evan grab his hand, and then, like before, covered his hand closed his eyes.

"Go to sleep……"

Accompanied by the words of the other party, Chris's thoughts slowly dived into a deeper place... And before he fell asleep completely, a vague thought flashed through Chris's head——

When did Evan get under the bed?

The author has something to say: I actually thought about the end of this article when I was writing it, but I'm not sure if it will change by then...

Thanks to mine for skinny pacman~