imaginary field

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Chris also felt like a liar, he touched his nose in embarrassment, "Is he your brother?" He pointed to Chris beside him.

The girl shook her head suspiciously.

Chris found that the girl had brown eyes. She didn't seem to have much in common with the young Evan, and she seemed to have no blood relationship.

In theory, this is not too difficult to understand, after all, there is no rule that they have to look alike.

At least Chris knows a few people who don't look alike and are related by blood.

"My brother is in the room." The girl opened the door slightly and pointed to the crib in the living room. "He's right there. Who are you?" She looked at Evan curiously and asked Chris.

"He's lost." Chris repeated what he had said before. He wanted to see the cradle in the living room, but the girl caught his intention and blocked his view slightly.

"Baby should rest." The girl whispered.

Chris thought of the dramatic woman he saw when he first came to the corridor. He didn't think there was such a big age gap between that person and Evan. She was at least 15 years older than Evan's father. age.

"Who are you?" the girl asked curiously.

"Ryan." Chris made up a name casually. He remembered the plots in those movies, and he couldn't just tell some creatures his name.

"Okay, Ryan." When the girl spoke, her expression was mature, and she looked at Evan with pity, "Your mother lost you."

"You are such a poor little girl." She said to herself, and then suddenly pointed to the room in the corridor, "There." She pointed to the doors that did not change, "That is an empty room with no one." She pointed mysteriously at the candles on the chandeliers in the corridor, "The candles are about to go out."

Chris looked up, only then did he realize that the candles on the chandelier were almost burning to the end again.

"The seventh room, you only need to count to seven to find that room." She stretched her fingers as she spoke, and touched Chris's face, "You smell very good."

She looked at Chris intoxicated, "Sweet taste."

Chris couldn't smell his own scent, he guessed that it might be the perfume smell from last night... Chris felt the finger gently touching his cheek, which was different from the softness he guessed, it was a ...Very hard, cold and shriveled fingers, like a dead body frozen in a freezer, which has lost moisture.

This association made Chris a little nauseated, and he thought it might be because he hadn't eaten for a long time—Chris found that he hadn't had a good meal since he came to this weird space.

The last time I ate was those boiled beans at Johansen's house.

As if sensing Chris' discomfort, this little Evan grabbed Chris' finger.

After Chris looked up at the candle, he said goodbye to the girl.

It wasn't until he saw the door closed in front of him that he knelt down and looked at Evan, "That's your aunt?"

Evan glanced at the door, and there was no particular emotion in his blue-gray eyes, "I don't know." Evan said, "In my memory, she has always been like that."

Chris knew he was referring to the woman in the hallway.

"If we can find your room..." Chris said, lifting Evan off the ground - just like his aunt did, he remembered Evan's young aunt telling him just now, They should go to the seventh room.

It was an empty room to hide for a while.

Chris looked up at the candle. It might take another minute for the candle to go out. He had no time to knock on the next door. He could only follow the girl's instructions to find the empty room.

So while walking, he counted to seven in his heart, and then stood in front of a door.

He looked no different from the previous rooms.

Chris knocked on the door politely first.

Didn't get any response.

He held Evan in his arms, and when he was about to knock again, the light in the corridor disappeared instantly. Chris knew that the candle had been extinguished, and he could already feel the vibration in the distance of the corridor.

So he hurriedly grabbed the doorknob and turned it——

The door is unlocked and can be opened.

Then he immediately walked into the room with Evan in his arms.

The moment Chris closed the door, he smelled a stench with hot air.

He breathed out lightly, groped with his free hand, and turned on the light in the room.

Unlike the previous rooms, this is a real hotel layout.

It's just not the kind of luxurious retro hotel, but a motel that looks very cheap.

Cheap and tacky pink fills every corner of the room. The place is surprisingly small. You can only see two beds, a TV, and a bathroom in the corner. Other than that, there is nothing else.

The sheets on the bed were also crumpled, covered with some inexplicable marks, some were like red and black blood stains, and some were light yellow marks.

And food, drink, etc.

Of course, they were all cleaned, just not very well.

The two beds are placed very close to each other, and you can touch the edge of the opposite bed as soon as you reach out. The bed is also very good, and Chris feels that he may not be able to turn over on it.

It's a good fit for Evan.

On the cabinet next to the bed, there were some unopened snacks and drinks, which looked like they were left by the previous resident.

After Chris put Evan down, he turned around and found that there was only so much space here, not even a window—he just opened the curtains and found that there was still a wall behind.

Until now, Chris had never felt like he was in a hotel.

He was dressed, sat on one of the beds, and opened the snacks on the bedside table. He felt that Carlton would not choose to use these things to kill himself, so he opened one of the bags of snacks.

It's nachos.

Chris threw the cornflakes to Evan, "I think you should be hungry."

Evan picked up the cornflakes, glanced at them curiously, and then put them aside, Chris chose to pick up another pack, and opened a can of beer.

Chris takes a sip of the frothy beer, knowing that none of this is real, it should be Evan...or Carlton's memory.

"How much do you know about Carlton?" When Chris asked, he suddenly thought of the frenzied and frightening Carlton who stuffed his fingers into his mouth and stirred them in the dark space on the second floor.

"Not much." Evan said, sitting on the bed, because the bed was too high, his feet were dangling from the edge of the bed, looking more childish, "I remember I said that he was three months ago Appeared suddenly."

"He doesn't talk much." Evan said, "Occasionally, he keeps chanting a name..."

"What name?" Chris already had a bad feeling.

Evan raised his eyes and glanced at him. There was not much emotion in his blue-gray eyes. "Chris." He repeated, "He keeps repeating Chris."

"That's you, right?"

"You look bad? Are you afraid of Carlton?"

Evan jumped out of the bed, came to Chris, put his arm around his shoulders, "What did he do to you?"

Chris looked at Evan in front of him, he didn't know how to describe this incident, in fact, Carlton didn't seem to do too many excessive things - at least in the time period he knew, the other party was only Evan An extra soul can only emerge from Evan's body for a short period of time.

As for what comes next, Chris thought, no one takes what might happen in the future seriously.

Not to mention the future that the madman talked about.

According to the facts that Carlton wanted to see for himself, those things are easy to speculate. After more than ten years, Johansen found the video from the hard drive and wanted to extort a large sum of money. Someone (Chris guesses it's Alvin) knows, but Chris doesn't want Alvin to deal with it.

So Johnson was going to release the video, and Carlton came to the door, visited Johnson as they saw in that house, then killed him in the room and took the video.

But after that?

Chris thought he hadn't forgotten the house he'd woken up in—across from Johansen's house.

He felt that this was not accidental. According to the rules of the previous world, this part came from Carlton's cognition.

He knew everything about that house, including the words on the back of the chair.

This only proved one thing, that Carlton had seen that sentence, or—he was the one who had engraved it.

"He rarely talks," Evan said. "More often, he is sleeping."

"When he woke up, he kept chanting a name."

"Chris."

"My God, Chris..." Evan stared at Chris's face, as if imitating Carlton's tone, he reached out and touched Chris' cheek, "Do you know him?"