imaginary field

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Chris only knew about Carlton when Evan lost control of his body. He didn't know about Carlton, but he always thought of the man locked in the confinement bed.

The other party has the same name as Carlton.

Chris looked away uncomfortably. He pretended to be looking for information, and finally found a videotape in a corner of the room—it looked like a product of the last century.

There happened to be a device under the TV that could play video tapes. It was hard to say it was a coincidence. On the white cover of the video tape, a few words were written with a black marker——Happy family.

It sounds like something that often appears in horror movies, Chris pouted, and after fumbling for a while, he turned on the TV, and then turned on the device.

After putting the tape into the VCR, there was no picture on the TV for a long time.

Just when Chris thought the tape was broken, a young woman cutting a plush toy appeared on the screen.

It was a young and beautiful woman, who looked a bit like a resident Chris had seen before. Before Chris could think about it, he found a black-haired boy on the screen.

The other party seemed to be of a young age, no more than ten years old at most. He stood beside the woman expressionlessly, watching the woman cut the plush toy.

And the woman just silently chopped up the plastic toys and plush dolls on the table. When Chris thought that the picture would not change again, the woman suddenly held the boy's head and pressed him against the pile of toys. inside.

Then frantically banging his head on the pile of broken plastic and cloth on the table, she muttered words like "forgiveness" and "sin", and then rudely pressed the boy's head on the table .

She was so strong that Chris could see the veins on her wrists bulge unnaturally as she abused the boy and finally let him go before he passed out.

The picture in front of him made Chris feel a little unacceptable. He didn't understand why he saw such a video, until he saw the eyes of the boy with blood on his face.

The same hazel eyes as he remembered.

—Carlton.

A name immediately popped into Chris's head, along with a vague image...a man with hazel eyes and a long black coat.

In fact, he didn't know the exact appearance of this man, the other had always appeared in Evan's body.

In the video, the boy looked at the woman expressionlessly, and then wiped the blood on his face with his white sleeves—some were cut by those plastic sheets, and some gushed from the impacted nasal cavity— —the blood was so much that it made his face into a ball.

He slowly left the screen.

The next second, the woman looked at the toy fragments and blood on the table in horror, and she began to yell, "Honey." She yelled, looking at the table in front of her, showing panic and fear.

"He's here again."

At this time, a tall man appeared in the screen.

Because of the angle, Chris could only see his jaw. He was a little older. He hugged the woman and comforted her softly, "It will be fine, honey."

Even though he couldn't see the whole picture of the man, when Chris saw this familiar woman, he thought of the man lying in the confinement bed.

The woman was lying in his arms, still shedding tears. The delicate makeup on her face had been muddied by snot and tears. She looked embarrassed, and she seemed to be terrified.

She seemed to see something again, walked to the edge of the video, and held a person until the other person appeared in her arms.

It was Carlton, whose face was still bleeding.

She started crying out loud, "Honey, here he is again."

The young Carlton was held in her arms, his nasal cavity was bleeding again because of her actions, and she was crying and wailing to herself as if she hadn't seen it.

And the man just hugged her and didn't see Carlton's bleeding nose.

——Chris had to say that his hunch was right. After all, the pictures on the screen had nothing to do with happiness, but rather pain.

The woman on the screen was obviously the one they had seen before, and he remembered the man in the confinement bed, also named Carlton.

This made Chris a little unpleasant association.

The picture on the screen was still playing, the woman seemed to be talking to the young Carlton, and Carlton just looked at her blankly.

Then the screen went dark again, and just when Chris thought the tape had finished playing, a familiar secret room appeared on the screen.

There was a cage-like confinement bed in the secret room, and Carlton was lying in that confinement bed, which was a bit spacious for children.

...It made Chris uncomfortable, if this was real...then that woman must be crazy, Chris knows some parents are inherently irresponsible, and this kind of person is too common in his neighborhood.

But even so, Chris felt that everything on the screen was too exaggerated.

The video tape was also shorter than he had imagined, and at the end of the screen was Carlton lying in the confinement bed.

Chris ejected the tape, and he glanced at the name on the white sleeve.

"Happy family, ha." Chris laughed ironically, and stuffed the videotape back into the white envelope, and then he found a magazine in the mezzanine of the TV cabinet.

This is an old magazine, the cover has faded, and even the pages are a little yellowed... He opened it and took a look, and found that it was a science fiction magazine that was released more than 20 years ago, and there were many stories in it.

Chris flipped through it for a while, and found that the magazine had marked the position of the article "Ripples in the Dirac Sea".

So he sat on the edge of the bed and read the story carefully.

Then, in the mezzanine under the TV, a magazine was found.

"What did you find?" Evan jumped off his bunk and walked over to Chris - he didn't jump directly from the bed - and Chris found it.

He is far more mature than he was when he was a child, or he is a little defensive about himself.

Chris was thinking wildly in his head.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he generously shared the story with Evan.

"Can you understand it?" Chris asked suspiciously. There were a lot of words in this magazine, and he always felt that Evan would not understand it.

Evan ignored Chris, who was already reading.

Chris touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment. He bet that he must have been laughed at by Evan in his heart just now.

He looked down at the story with Evan, and found that the story itself had something to do with time travel.

The protagonist invents a time machine, activates the machine before death, and then goes back to the past. He can go to any place and time he wants, but he can never change the ending of his death—and in countless During the first time travel, he met his friends.

A man who died in the past.

When Chris finished, he was silent for a while, which, I have to say, made him have some unpleasant associations, especially after seeing the theme of time travel.

He thought of Carlton.

He felt that this was a hint from the other party.

Implying that he is also a man who can go back in time?

Chris put the magazine aside, and he leaned on the sagging bed beneath him, thinking.

She was lying on the bed with a dirty ceiling above her head.

There is a damp musty smell in the air and the rancid smell of some expired food. Of course, there is the most common in this cheap hotel, mixed with the smell of many people's body fluids.

Evan sat beside him, holding the magazine and reading it quietly.

"Aren't you curious?" Chris asked.

"what?"

"Where is your mother?"

"She's in the hotel." Evan said firmly.

Chris leans back on the fluffy pillow, the tip of his nose is the lemony smell of cheap detergent, and he feels the beer he just drank transformed into something else.

He tried his best to ignore it, but finally climbed down from the bed, stepped on his shoes, and came to the extremely narrow bathroom.

Because of saving space, there is no extra bathtub in the bathroom, and the toilet also has a trace of not being cleaned for a long time, which makes Chris a little disgusted.

The bathroom still has that damp, musty smell that cannot be dissipated.

Chris walked to the toilet, and on the opposite wall that he could touch with his hand, hung a rusty shower head and a brand-new towel.

After quickly addressing his physical needs, Chris finished washing his hands and looked at the shower. He could feel that he was dirty, and the sweat had dried on his body and was covered with new ones.

——He never felt that he was a clean freak, but at that moment, he felt as if he could no longer bear it.

So he quickly took off his sports jacket and T-shirt. When taking off the sportswear and underwear, he hesitated for a while, and then put them aside after taking them off.

Then turned on the shower.

The water coming out of the rusty pipe was almost cold, and Chris squinted, the water running down his eyelashes onto his cheeks and chest as he rinsed himself quickly.

Just as he was about to wash his lower body, the bathroom door was suddenly opened.

A small man appeared at the door.

Chris cursed under his breath and turned around subconsciously.

He thought Evan would leave immediately, but he heard the approaching footsteps of the other party.

And the footsteps gradually became heavier, just when Chris felt something was wrong, he was pressed against the cold white tiles by a force.

He could hear the man behind him panting.

Chris's eyes were a little bit closed by the water flow, he tried to blink, and looked back at the man who pressed himself against the wall——

"Carlton..."

The author has something to say: because the end is coming, and I have different ideas about the ending during this period, so some of the texts, I guess, should be finished in 5~10 chapters at most.