imaginary field

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That door was indistinguishable from any other door in the corridor.

Chris didn't open the door immediately, he looked at Carlton beside him.

The figure of the other party has become very blurred, as if it will disappear soon.

There are still some doubts in his heart that need to be answered, such as he wants to know the house he woke up in, and the words on the back of the chair, "I used to stay there, didn't I?" Chris put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, pretending He asked indifferently, his close-fitting T-shirt had been contributed to Carlton before, and now he only had a large sports coat on him.

It was just the zipper that was pulled to the chest, allowing Carlton to easily see everything inside the clothes. Carlton squinted for a while, and before Chris found out, he turned his eyes away, "Yes." He didn't hide it.

"Which time?" Chris found himself accepting the fact that Carlton could have lived many times, died in silence, and then went back in time, trying to change something, but always ended up dying at the same time .

"Last time." Carlton said, he adjusted his clothes a little, then stretched out his fingers, and stopped when he was still some distance from Chris's lips, "Shh, the time is almost up."

He grabbed Chris' wrist, and motioned him to open the door in front of him, "Open this door, Evan is here." He kissed Chris's hair from the air, "It's game time."

Chris thought about the countdown, "So this isn't your space?"

"It affected me, too," Carlton said, pushing Chris a little. "When Evan came into this world, so did I."

He seemed to want to say something, but his body had gradually become transparent.

until it disappeared into the hallway.

Chris looked at the place where Carlton disappeared for a while, and the doubts in his heart did not diminish, but now that Carlton had disappeared... He took a breath, and could only turn the doorknob first, and opened the door of the room.

Then I saw Evan leaning on the iron bed, who seemed to be asleep.

——They went back to the original cement house.

Chris walked in slowly, and the moment he stepped into the room, the door behind him disappeared into the wall.

Chris touched the wall and found that there was no gap, the door just disappeared on the wall, and the memory corridor was closed to him.

Perhaps his appearance woke up Evan, and Chris looked at Evan who was already awake, "How much do you remember?"

Evan rubbed his forehead wearily, "Part of it, it's blurry." He straightened his clothes a little, and said to Chris, "I remember we were in Johnson's house."

"Then you met the young me in the corridor." When he said this, Evan's expression on his face was a little unnatural. Soon, he cleaned up his expression and said to Chris, "Game time It should be here soon."

Chris thinks about the woman they first saw in the hallway. "That's your... aunt?" he thinks for a moment.

"Yes." Evan said, he walked from near the bed to Chris's side, "I can probably understand some reasons."

"what?"

"Carlton chooses mine.",

Unlike Carlton, Evan didn't talk much. He was silent most of the time, and there was no special emotion in his blue-gray eyes.It made Chris always think of that young Evan, "Because of the lunatics?" He thought about Evan's lunatic parents that the woman mentioned.

"Maybe." Evan said, pointing to his chest, "I can't feel Carlton anymore." Perhaps because he felt that he had said enough, Evan didn't continue talking this time.

Chris leaned against the wall, he always felt as if he had overlooked something, he looked at Evan, "I remember you said, Carlton was 35 when he died? Suicide?" He thought of the confinement bed The old man here, of course, this is not a contradiction, Carlton just will never live the time when he died the first time.

And before this point in time, he wanted to commit suicide, and he wanted to die early, there was no problem.

Chris calculated the time after 15 years, and suddenly thought of something, this time Carlton did not return to his body, he came to Evan's body...

——So what about Carlton at this point in time?

He should be 20 now...

"The countdown to the end of game time..." Just as Chris was about to ask Evan, a familiar announcement sounded suddenly in the closed room.

"ten……"

Evan quickly grabbed Chris' wrist.

"Nine……"

A door appeared in front of them because of Chris' consciousness.

"Eight……"

"Evan." Chris grabbed Evan's arm, "Can I have your contact information?"

"seven……"

Evan has opened that door.

"six……"

Evan didn't speak.

"five……"

He thought for a while, then turned to look at Chris, "I will contact you."

"Four……"

Chris held Evan's arm tightly, and when Evan passed through the door, he was also pulled into the door——

"three……"

"Two, one."

"game over."

Chris suspects he's been beaten up, and he wakes up in the alley with the T-shirt missing from his sport coat, his head hurting like he's been clubbed all day.

It took him a few minutes to remember before he realized that his headache was from the pain of a hangover.

Chris cursed a few times at the friend who abandoned him in the alley, and he turned on his phone to see what time it was, only to find that the phone had been turned off.

Chris covered his head, squinted his eyes and turned on the phone, and then received countless calls and text messages from Rick. The repeated question above was——

hey bro where are you

where am iChris covered his head, turned his head slowly, and observed the alley he was in.

This is a strange-looking place, different from the neighborhood he often stays in, it is neat and clean, and there is almost no peculiar smell.

Chris always felt as if he had come to the wrong place... He stood up from the ground, checked the time, and thought about how he got here after being drunk.

There was nothing in the alley, so Chris could only walk out of the alley slowly.

He walked over and saw a man standing on the side of the street. He was quite handsome and looked very elite-a man from a different world from him.

The other had impressive blue-gray eyes.

It's just that like him, this gentleman (Chris smiled mockingly) was wearing a suit that was a little messy, as if he had been fooling around for a day.

While Chris and the man passed by, he smelled the woody perfume on the other person's body, accompanied by the smell of moss...it was a smell that made him feel familiar.

"Hi." Chris turned his head and stopped the man.

The man stopped slightly and looked at him sideways.

"Where is this?" Chris asks, scratching the top of his head uncomfortably at the top of his head, thinking it sounds like a poor excuse to strike up a conversation.

Ha, strike up, Chris thought sarcastically, how could he strike up a conversation with a man?

The man's blue-gray eyes stared at Chris for a while, and before Chris felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave, he averted his gaze and gave a place name.

It is far away from the area where Chris often moves.

Chris wondered again, what happened after he got drunk?He decided to let Rick drive to pick him up, "Thanks." After thanking the stranger, Chris prepared to find a conspicuous place to stay.

"Turn left and there is a subway." The man said behind him.

Chris turned his head in surprise, the other party nodded to him, and then left.

In the end, Chris chose the subway.

Because he remembered that Rick had a job today, but fortunately he didn't lose any money.

When he returned to the attic of Rick's house, Rick was no longer there. Chris was lying on his bed and sofa, and he always felt as if he had forgotten something.

Maybe it was a dream, or maybe it was something else.

However, Chris didn't think for too long, because the smell of alcohol mixed with sweat made him feel like a trash can. After Chris took off his sports jacket, he took the T-shirt and prepared to go to Rick's room take a shower.

Rick's bathroom is in his room, which is surprisingly cramped, and Rick and Chris usually take off their clothes in the room before going in.

And when Chris was about to take off his sweatpants, another picture appeared in his head.

That is himself.

In a dilapidated bathroom, she took off all her clothes and was about to take a shower.

He'd bet he'd never seen a bathroom like that.

The old ones can only appear in old movies.

Not only that, but soon another man appeared on the screen.

talking to him.

What's more frightening is that he also saw a child?

Chris shivered with his dirty clothes in his arms. He felt that there might be something wrong with his brain—he felt that his headache was not just caused by a hangover. He suspected that he fell on the steps or some rocks last night and hit The head—that's how it's played in movies, after all.

He shook his head, trying to get rid of these inexplicable pictures.

He walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and the warm water immediately swept over his body.

"This time the water is hot." Chris said subconsciously, and then he immediately realized what he said, and at the same time, he seemed to hear someone calling his name——

"Chris..."

Chris cursed, he stretched out his hand and slammed the wall, and the fine drops of water made him suddenly feel suffocated.

He regretted not taking his mobile phone. Maybe he should play some music now. After a brief rinse, Chris immediately turned off the shower, dried his body, put on a new T-shirt and shorts, and came to himself. in the attic cubby.

Because he can't pay the rent for the time being, Chris can only live in the attic of Rick's house recently.

Like bathrooms, attics can be cramped for space.What's more, what Chris can use is a little space, and most of the places are placed with debris.

It is difficult for Chris to straighten his body here, and more often, he can only bend over to walk in this narrow attic.

So for most of the day, Chris lay in his bed, with paper and pens by his side, which allowed him to record his good ideas at any time.

Chris took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and he carefully looked through Rick's phone calls and text messages. The earliest one was at 2 o'clock this morning—maybe that was when Rick discovered that he was missing.

Chris didn't feel like he had walked there, it took him some time to drive to a place, and Chris didn't think he could walk there after completely losing consciousness.

But neither his money nor his phone were there—aside from the fact that the phone had gone from his trousers pocket to his jacket pocket, and his T-shirt was missing, Chris was surprisingly fine.

As for other nasty possibilities...

Chris checked it out as soon as he got home.

And just as Chris was thinking, a text message was sent to his cell phone.

"Perhaps we can meet again—Johnson."

The strange name made Chris think for a while, and his memory flashed back half a year ago, thinking of that disgusting pervert, poor liar (however he was cheated).

It's the last thing Chris wants to recall, and it makes him feel like a real idiot.

And when Chris was about to delete the text message, a photo was sent to his phone.

That is a back view.

Blurred back.

But Chris recognized it at first sight, it was him.

Self in the toilet at Johansen's house.

The author has something to say: at the end of the next chapter, there will be an extra episode from Carlton's perspective.