imaginary field

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Chris was held by Carlton's arm, and the strength was so great that it was difficult to break free-the strength that did not belong to humans.

The clothes on the other party became the same as when I saw him for the first time, which once again proved the fact that here, Carlton has all the abilities to detach from reality.

"Want to take a look?" Carlton asked, his expression was calm, his language was decent, without any crazy elements, but Chris knew that this man was already crazy.

He touched his arm, then pressed his shoulder, covering his eyes.

That process is very fast, tens of seconds at most.

Chris felt himself lying on a bumpy spot, and then the hand moved away from his eyes.

He opened his eyes and saw the railing blocking his view.

—He was locked in a confinement bed.

The size of this bed was carefully designed, and it could only allow a grown man to lie flat in it, behind which were columns of wooden railings, one of which poked his shoulder blades, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

And he can only move up and down slightly, but the range is too small, and his protruding shoulder blades will always poke a piece of hard wood.

He guessed that the confinement bed should be made of oak.

Because this wood is hard, durable and not easy to burn.

In the narrow cage, Chris turned his head with difficulty, saw the faint light on the wall, and Carlton standing outside the light——

"It's quiet, isn't it." Carlton looked at Chris with pity, and he walked slowly to Chris' side.

The sound of leather shoes touching the ground is so obvious in this quiet space.

"This is a punishment." Carlton's eyes drifted away from Chris, "Don't worry, this is a new confinement bed, it's very clean."

"You don't know when this kind of punishment will end, and your arms aren't even tied." His fingers stretched out from the gap between the railings, touching Chris' shoulder lightly, "You know, your The arms are bound to the chest all the time, and that kind of clothing is tight and not breathable, and so is this space."

"You are imprisoned on this bed, and you can't even defecate freely. When you are forgotten, you have to endure long-term hunger, and even others think you are dead." Carlton traced it with his fingers in the air Chris's face, "But what's more unbearable than that is the darkness, you don't know what's there, maybe everything."

"Darkness breeds everything."

"My neighbors are a generous family. Unlike them, we are just false, clumsy lies." Carlton's fingers rested on the iron lock that locked Chris.

"However, children will always grow up. The houses in this neighborhood don't seem to have good sound insulation." Carlton's narration was very slow, as if recalling the past, "They too, that child... sorry, I can't remember anymore His name, he also always likes to play some songs, louder, got a lot of complaints from people."

"But I like it very much, that's the only sound I can hear." Carlton squatted down, he looked at Chris in the confinement bed fascinatedly, stuck out his tongue, and licked Chris' fingers.

Then he reached out and grabbed Chris's wrist, sucking his fingers completely into his lips.

"That's your first album."

"It's just that I didn't know who you were until the first time I died."

"I don't know what it is, but when I died for the first time, I found myself back more than 20 years ago, when I was still young."

Carlton mumbled, biting Chris' finger lightly, like a puppy coquettishly.

Chris closed his eyes, he could clearly feel the wet touch of his fingers in his mouth, and even the other party was deliberately teasing him.

He has been teased many times like this

But never before did he feel uncomfortable and absurd like now.

Just when he was about to ask Carlton to let him go, he suddenly heard a woman's voice calling Carlton's name in an intimate tone.

Immediately afterwards, the room became pitch black, and Carlton and the faint light disappeared.

The air was filled with all kinds of unpleasant smells, and Chris found his arms bound, and the size of the confinement bed was a little smaller.

This gave him the illusion that he had become Carlton.

"Click."

The closed room was opened, and light accompanied by a sweet fragrance floated from the entrance.

Chris opened his eyes and squinted at the woman standing against the light.

He was sure that the other party was Carlton's mother.

The woman was wearing the long dress he remembered, and she looked much younger than when Chris saw her. Her skin was smooth and her hair was smooth, and she looked more like a young woman in her 20s.

She walked slowly in front of Chris and stopped, looking down at Chris.

"Carlton," she said in a tone full of sympathy, "why kill your brother.

"You mean those plastic toys?" Chris heard his own voice say, and it was clearly not his voice, more like Carlton's ear when he was young, with a little teenage sharpness.

"You're a lunatic," the woman said, her hands resting on the bars of the confinement bed, "you're a complete murderer." She drew a knife from her back—it seemed to come from the kitchen.

Then he closed his eyes, and inserted into Chris's body through the gap——

Chris subconsciously closed his eyes.

Then, he came back.

Unlike the expected cramped space, Chris found himself back in the cramped hotel room, sitting on the bed, almost the same scene as a few minutes ago.

Carlton, however, was covering his head, looking exhausted.

"What's that?" Chris' intuition told him that the woman just now was not what Carlton wanted him to see.

Carlton leaned on the TV cabinet with a tired expression. He opened his eyes and looked at Chris, "I'll take you to find Evan." He avoided the question just now.

How strange, Chris thought, that Carlton would offer to help him find Evan, and he hadn't forgotten who let him into this strange corridor.

"Why is she there?"

"Out of control." Carlton said, walked over and grabbed Chris's arm, and led him out of the hotel. "Her thinking came there."

Chris found that Carlton's tone was no longer as calm as before, and he became flustered and anxious.

He didn't stop until he took Chris out of the room and came to the corridor.

He looked at the same corridor with almost no end in sight, "here are all memories"

"Mine, and those of people I've met."

He took Chris through this corridor, pointing at the doors that looked the same at random, "This is the man I met in the hotel, the motel you just saw, he is a disgusting man." Carlton smiled He snorted inaudibly, with a mocking expression on his face.

"A complete scum."

With that said, Carlton opened the door, and the man in the room was doing something to the girl under him...

Carlton pulled a hammer from his pocket (no one knew where he had hidden it), walked up behind the man, and smashed his head.

The blood was mixed with other things and splashed on his face. He took out a neatly folded cloth towel from his pocket and slowly wiped off the things on his face.

Then it was thrown to the ground, just covering the man's face.

Carlton looked down at the girl lying on the bed.When he's deadpan, it's easy to feel that sense of oppression.

Chris found that the girl was young and looked like she had just grown up—or didn't—and this association made him feel sick. He saw Carlton hand the hammer in his hand to the girl, his lips moved, and said One word, "Go."

Carlton stood on the cheap rug, "I'm not the savior." He watched the girl's movements, turned to Chris, and said, "It's all fake."

"Actually?" Chris was a little curious. He stood in the corridor and didn't go in.

"There was no Carlton, and there was no hammer," Carlton said, pointing to the mattress as he walked around the man's body. "It took a week before the girl was found missing."

"This man has already fled to the border."

Carlton stood in the cramped hotel room, his meticulous suit was out of place with the dirty and messy room, "so the second time, I gave her a knife."

"And yet she had her throat cut."

"It's like I'm going to die forever at that time." Carlton walked out of the room and closed the door. "Here is her consciousness, so she can accomplish what she wants to accomplish-a man who rescued her, a revenge Opportunity."

"Why does she, I mean, your mother's consciousness affect you?" Chris realized that the appearance of the woman just now was definitely an accident, otherwise Carlton wouldn't have pulled him out of that space in an instant and rushed to send him away .

"It's out of control." Carlton seemed unwilling to explain too much about this matter, or he didn't think Chris could understand it.

He walked slowly in the corridor with Chris, perhaps because of his company, the candles in the corridor were very stable, and there was no sign of burning to the end.

Finally, Carlton stopped in front of a door, "Evan is here."

He took the back of Chris's hand and kissed him lightly.

"game over."

"I should leave."

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