imaginary field

27

Chris turned his head stiffly and looked at the room that he felt warm not long ago. He turned his eyes and finally found the place where Carlton might be hiding in the room.

—a wardrobe that doesn't look like it can hold an adult.

Chris didn't understand why he didn't notice this thing until now. He looked at the milky white closet door. The closet seemed to be old and feminine. The woman walked to the closet and opened the closet under Chris' gaze. Door.

At that moment, Chris even thought of a lot of bloody and terrifying scenes, because the size of this wardrobe is not big enough to hold a grown man, it looks like it should be child-sized.

There were also some animal decorations on the closet, and the moment the woman opened the closet door, he had even stood in front of Evan.

Unexpectedly, there was nothing in the closet door.

It was a dark passage, and the woman glanced in, "He's right here."

Chris walked over slowly. He wasn't sure if the woman would pull him down suddenly, so he could only be cautious, but obviously the woman didn't mean it. She took out her cigarette and lit it slowly, "Carlton, I even I thought no one remembered him."

"He's still alive?"

"Of course." The woman showed a surprised look, "Who can kill him?" Her gray eyes looked at Chris indifferently, and pointed to the black space in the cabinet.

"He's right here."

Unlike the imagined narrowness, the space in the closet is quite large, and it actually connects part of the room next door. Chris turned on the light on the wall.

In the dim light, Chris quickly saw the... thing in the room.

Chris knew what it was, the confinement bed that had been used in the asylum.

It looks like it's made of a crib, but it's much shorter than the average crib, and then a breathable cover is added on it. When you go crazy, you only need to be tied up and stuffed. Just go to this confinement bed.

You can't turn over, you can't move, you can only keep your eyes open and look at things above your head or around you.

When you see this thing, you will understand how happy it is to be in prison. At least you can sleep on the bed and have a place to move freely.

At this time, a man was locked in this confinement bed with his hands and feet tied behind his back, and he wore a leather mask on his head that covered his facial features, leaving only his nose and mouth.

In the dim light, Chris couldn't confirm that the man was Carlton, the other's face was covered by a leather mask, and even Chris found earplugs in his ears-all this made Chris feel incredible.

You imagine this scene, your hands are tied behind your side, you can only lie in a narrow coffin-like closed bed-even this thing is not as comfortable as the coffin-your eyes are blocked by a mask, your ears Being stuffed with earplugs, all your senses are deprived, only breathing and darkness remain.

Chris walked over slowly, and he came to the man's side.

"Don't get close to him." The woman said suddenly outside, "He's a lunatic."

"He's Carlton?" Chris asked, "He's wearing a mask..." He looked down at the man, feeling different from the Carlton he remembered.

In fact, he hadn't really met Carlton, but he remembered seeing the figure in the black coat at the Johansen's house. The other person was obviously much younger than the one in front of him-he could see this person showing his mouth Skin - also taller.

Because the isolation of the confinement bed allowed Chris to squat down with confidence and observe this man, he always felt that he was dead, because he didn't make a single movement, even the sound of breathing was very weak... Chris walked through the fence like In the gap, observe this man.

He suddenly felt that the design of the confinement bed looked like a cage, and if this was a cage, then the man in front of him was definitely the poorest prisoner in the world.

Chris reaches through the gap and removes the man's mask—not Carlton.

It was an elderly man, his hair was close to gray, and the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth and forehead could not be ignored. He closed his eyes tightly, as if he could not perceive everything that happened in front of him.

Chris moved quickly (thanks to his street experience), and before the woman noticed, he had put the mask back on the man's head, then he stood up and walked slowly to the exit of the secret passage , "He's not Carlton."

The woman looked at him with squinted eyes, and there was no emotion in her gray eyes, "You opened his mask."

"Carlton's a young man." Chris pointed to the corner of his mouth, "and the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth would allow me to stuff a few slices of bread."

"Everyone was young before." The woman sneered, as if mocking Chris's innocence. The cigarette between her fingers had burned to the end, and she kept the cigarette butt under her feet, and after stamping it out, she closed the cigarette in front of Chris. through the door of the secret passage.

Chris didn't think that this hotel had any connection with Carlton. After all, he still remembered what Carlton's request was—to find Evan. He guessed that these were all Evan's memories.

For example, the woman in front of him, the man in the secret room, the woman in the corridor, and the door he knocked for the first time, he always felt that these were memories.

Otherwise, Evan would not have become so young.

He just felt like he was missing something.

The woman during the day seems to be normal, she looks thin and restrained, when facing Evan, her expression will always be softer, but Chris always has the sweet taste of last night in his head , and the woman crazily chopping off the doll... He seemed to have thought of something.

He walked up to the woman, as if he was only going to take a cup.

Unexpectedly, the woman only had a faint smell of mint tobacco on her body, not the sweet and greasy scent from last night... His eyes wandered around the room, but he couldn't find the perfume bottle.

His gaze caught the woman's attention, "What are you looking at?"

"Perfume bottle." Chris said, "After I fell asleep yesterday, I smelled a very nice perfume, I think my fiancee should like it." He said casually.

"Fiancee." A strange smile appeared on the woman's face, "I don't have a perfume bottle."

"Actually, I don't like to use perfume because I hate the smell."

"Only a whore would like that kind of perfume." The woman said to Chris affirmatively, "I don't like those whore-like smells."

"You know, it's sweet and boring, it seems to have aphrodisiac effect perfume, the usual tricks of those bitches." She seemed to be unable to restrain herself, and suddenly began to say, "Ha, there is also darkness room and light."

When she said this, she seemed to wake up suddenly, and looked at Evan apologetically, "My dear, please forgive me." She was like a mother who made a mistake, and then said to Chris, "I seem to be a little emotional .”

"I just wanted to tell you that I don't like wearing perfume."

Even Chris knew that perfume wasn't all sweet and greasy—he didn't forget the woody scent on Evan, and the woman's attitude made him a little strange.

He didn't see clearly the person who wanted to kill him last night, but felt that the person was surprisingly strong, and his nose was filled with a sweet and greasy fragrance.

He didn't think the woman was lying, and he certainly didn't think she was telling the truth.

He knew he was missing some clues.

But he didn't plan to take Evan to stay in this house any longer. He just wanted to find the room that belonged to Evan and find some new clues there.

——Of course, it is also possible to find the woman who is said to be Evan's aunt.

"I think this little guy's family should be looking for him." Chris made an excuse casually, and he led Evan towards the gate without being stopped by a woman.

"Yes, his mother must be worried about him," said the woman, walking to the door and opening the door to the room, which opened onto the corridor Chris had been in last night.

"Thank you for your generosity. Maybe you can tell me the room number. I think his family will want to thank you."

"4012." The woman said, and after saying hello to Evan, she closed the door in front of Chris.

- 4012.

Chris looked at Evan expressionlessly. He remembered that they had been in the corridor and did not go to other floors, but now someone told him that they came from the 6th floor to the 4th floor.

He has determined that the rooms in this corridor are not arranged on the same floor.

"Maybe you can find your own room?" Chris looked hopelessly at Evan, who was holding his hand.

Evan didn't speak, just looked somewhere in the corridor.

Chris followed his line of sight and saw the woman who was said to be his aunt, and the next second, the woman approached the room beside him.

Chris hurriedly hugged Evan, trying to get to the door before the woman closed the door.

Of course, he did succeed, grabbing the woman by the sleeve just as she was about to close the door.

However, when the woman turned around, Chris was not so sure, because she was much younger than Chris's previous impression, and she looked no more than 15 years old.

Still a kid.

She looked at Chris and Evan suspiciously, "Who are you?"

Chris now feels like the Alice who followed the rabbit into a strange world, "... your family?" He pointed dryly at Evan beside him.

"I only have one younger brother, but he looks too young." The girl tilted her head and said, "You are liars."