imaginary field

"Now we should cooperate."

Chris didn't speak. He put his hands on his knees. In fact, he was a little tired now. He felt like he was losing energy faster than usual. There was also bad news, he felt like he was hungry.

When was the last time you ate?Chris vaguely thought of it, he looked at Evan sitting across from him, and quietly relaxed himself, "You're right." He was echoing Evan's words, but he was thinking about another thing in his heart, the last time he ate When exactly?

Did he eat at the bar?

Chris is sitting on the chair. He feels the reaction after a hangover at the moment. Maybe it was because he was too nervous before. At this moment, all the adverse reactions are coming up. He feels like vomiting, but he can’t Let the guy on the other side find out—he glanced at Evan and thought—who knows if he will suddenly kill himself.

The only person you can trust here is yourself.

Chris changed his posture slightly, and his movements made Evan tighten his muscles reflexively—obviously, the other party had been guarding him all the time.

"There is no exit here." Chris gestured, "So do we have something to eat?" He just looked around, and there was no exit, no windows, just a sealed cement box.

Don't know how the air circulates, but at least so far, they don't feel any suffocation.

No one knows if they're going to get food, Chris thought, and the people playing this trick seem to prefer to see them kill themselves. Fortunately, Chris is not a complete idiot, and Evan is not an impulsive man.

Both sides are cautious enough.

"No food, no water." Evan sat on the bed, "We have to speed up time."

Chris wanted to affirm what Evan said, but he's very hungry right now, and that's how it is sometimes, and once you realize you're hungry, that hunger rushes over you and then you can't think of anything else in your head but hunger matter.

And he's still a little nauseous now.

Chris sat in the chair, he hoped that Evan would not find himself in a bad state.

"Where were you before you came here?" Evan asked, as if trying to figure out what was going on.

Chris glanced at Evan, he secretly pinched his thigh, and said, "At the bar."

"More details."

Chris was a little annoyed by Evan's commanding tone, but this was not the time to worry about it. He moved his body so that he would not squeeze his stomach, then licked his lower lip and said, "I was in a bar with my friends Drinking, in fact, I really want to tell you what happened to me, but I was drunk, and when I woke up, I was in this ghost place." He just remembered at this moment, and he went to bed The first time they ate, it would have been yesterday afternoon—if the drinking was yesterday, and then they ate some junk food, outside the studio, ordered some take-out pizza, fried chicken, and other things.

Then after they finished recording their song, they went to the bar.

It should be so.

He remembered drinking a lot, and met a pretty blonde girl, he was sure she was interested in him, they seemed to talk about something, but they didn't seem to say anything... Chris shook his head, until now, his Head still aching from a hangover.

"Where's the stranger?" Evan asked.

Chris didn't like Evan's interrogation attitude, not to mention the pain in his head that was almost exploding. "Exchange questions," he said. "Now it's me."

Evan didn't speak, he looked at Chris for a while, and then made a gesture of please.

"your name."

"Evan." Evan said, his expression a little unhappy, as if he didn't understand why Chris asked himself such a silly question.

"It's a joke." Chris said, his expression relaxed, and he smiled a little, but in fact, he was not relaxed, "Can you tell me where you were before this?"

"I don't know how to explain this to you." Evan's expression looked relaxed, maybe it was fake, Chris thought uncertainly, he wanted to put his hand under his coat to cover his stomach, but saw Evan After seeing Wen's expression, he gave up this plan - don't put your hands where the other party can't see - this is their agreement.

So he stood up and moved the chair a little distance. Evan didn't respond to this. Obviously, they both felt that the farther away from each other, the better.

"I'm in the office, I have a lot of work..." When Evan said this, he paused for a moment, and Chris noticed his hesitation at this moment. He wanted to ask, but Evan continued, " Then I don’t remember, I think I may have fallen asleep because before that, I had been working 26 hours straight.”

"It sounds like an excuse," Evan continued, "but I can tell you, it's the truth."

Chris didn't speak.

"You too," Evan said, reminding Chris that he couldn't tell the truth when he was drunk.

Chris sighed, he was sure that Evan didn't tell the whole truth, he looked up and looked around, the gray-black concrete house, with only a faint incandescent lamp above his head, emitting light.

There were only the two of them in the room, not even a flying insect.

"I'm not sure until now," Chris said, feeling his stomach cramping, but trying to look normal. "There's no exit here, is there?"

"Yes."

"So we have no food, no water." Chris said, "How long are we going to live?" He was asking Evan as much as he was asking himself, "There should be a vent here," he said to Evan.

"They weren't going to kill us." Evan said that until now, they still didn't feel suffocated, which proved that the house was not completely airtight.

Chris stood up, "I decided to look for it again." Although he didn't understand what the people who captured them were thinking, according to the thinking in general movies, if the story is to be more interesting, they should not be allowed to die so quickly .

So there must be food and water here, just don't know where.

He glanced back at Evan, who was still sitting on the bed, showing no signs of moving—did he find it?Chris had such a guess in his heart.

"When was the last time you ate?" Chris asked casually.

"Maybe it's noon?" Evan's voice from behind was also a little uncertain. Chris retched with his back to Evan, then leaned against the wall and slowly searched.

Where will the food be?

Chris looked around this small space, the gray-black cement walls, everything was in the most original appearance, except for the incandescent lamp above the head, the old chair, and the dirty iron bed... There seemed to be nothing in the room. No.

Chris walked slowly, he passed the mirror, and tried to tap...

According to what was shown in the movie, there must be something hidden behind this mirror... Chris tapped along the mirror until he heard a sound that was different from other places.

He moved his fingers, tapped left, right, then the spot again.

Finally, there is a small hollow space behind this mirror.

He didn't stop, but kept tapping around the mirror—

"There's nothing behind the mirror." Evan's voice came from not far away, and Chris didn't look back. From the voice, he could tell that Evan hadn't left the bed.

"But that's how it's played in the movies," Chris said bluntly, sounding like a complete idiot, and he tapped for a while longer before he started looking on the ground.

Did Evan find out?

The question kept running through his mind.

He's sure the space is small, the hollow space should be no more than three inches, and it's in the upper left corner of the mirror, half way down the middle—meaning, it's easy to miss.

He remembered that when Evan looked around, he seemed to have seen a mirror.

Chris lay on the ground, pretending to be looking for it seriously, "Have you looked for everything?" Chris asked, did Evan find this space?Did he disturb himself on purpose, or did he simply find nothing?

Such questions kept flashing through Chris's head.

He looked around the house again, then sat back in his chair - Evan didn't move the whole time.

"There's cement everywhere," Chris said. "Are we going to starve to death?"

"I don't know," Evan said.He looked so calm that Chris suspected he already knew about the space behind that mirror.

"How long has it been?" Evan asked suddenly.

Chris didn't understand why Evan asked this, he subconsciously took out his phone, but remembered that the time here was wrong, "I don't know." He said to Evan.

"I just counted, 30 minutes," Evan said.

"What do you mean?" Chris didn't understand.

"How often will there be a new reminder?" Evan asked. "There was a 10-minute interval between the first reminder and the second." Evan said.

"You've been counting?" Chris looked at Evan in surprise.

Evan made a shush gesture to him, "Be quiet, a new reminder is coming soon."

As soon as the voice fell, the familiar reminder with the sound of electricity immediately echoed in the small space——

[Games need players. 】

[There is no point in ending too quickly. 】

Chris felt his palms sweating, and he always felt that the reminder was a reminder of the fact that he had found food.

"Obviously, the organizers of this game don't want this game to end too soon." Evan said, "These are two reminders." He gestured to Chris.

"Let's recall the four prompts so far."

【The world is full of lies. 】

[Only one person can get out alive. 】

[Games need players. 】

[There is no point in ending too quickly. 】

Evan fell into deep thought, "The world is full of lies, is this hint completely correct?" He said to himself, "It doesn't make sense to end the game too quickly, which is different from the previous two."

"This is a broadcast of a reminder." Evan said, "It is meaningless for the game to end too soon. Obviously, the organizer of this game does not want players to die quickly. There is no danger visible to the naked eye in this room. The only risk is that there is no food... "

He looked at Chris, "Did you find the food?"

The author has something to say: the writing of this article is a bit slower, and it should be mainly about the article next door