imaginary field

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Chris put on a new sports jacket, put his hands in his pockets, went to the hot dog stand on the street to buy some food, and then walked slowly towards the place where Johnson lived.

Chris always felt that not long ago, he was in a house, eating boiled beans, which were far from delicious, more like canned food-he would have bits and pieces in his memory-like Gray concrete houses, dark spaces, and endless corridors.

And Johansen, Chris thought.

Just a few hours ago, when he received a text message from Johnson, a picture appeared in his head. It was a man lying in blood with his head torn apart.

Chris felt as if he had entered the filming scene of some TV series, and some memories had been implanted in his head, and he even worried about walking into Johnson's house.

All he saw was a dead body lying on the carpet.

So after waking up, Chris dialed the number that sent the photo.

The familiar, sticky and disgusting Johansen's voice came from the other end of the phone. The voice was gentle and full of deceit. When facing Chris, he made no secret of his malice.

"Are you satisfied with my little gift?" the man asked on the phone.

Chris is sitting in a narrow loft, with faded walls in front of him, and a simple sleeping bag under him-yes, Chris doesn't really have a bed.

Most of the time, he sleeps in this sleeping bag placed on a moisture-proof mat.

This saves unnecessary space and is cheap.

"Johnson, you have cameras in the bathroom," Chris asked.

"Yeah, so I still have the video version." Johansen laughed on the other end of the phone, and there was an indescribable nervousness in his voice-this was completely different from the liar Chris had seen half a year ago.

Chris still remembers the day he met Johansen, he was in a bar with Rick and some other friends, and this man who claimed to be Johansen came up and said hello to them.

There was a skirmish at the bar where Rick worked that day, and Johansen was just one of many people trying to strike up a conversation after the game.

Chris remembered that the man was not dressed very formally, and he kindly explained his background to himself and Rick, hoping that Chris would consider his suggestion.

Chris couldn't clearly recall what he said at the time. He only remembered that he and Rick were smoking in the alley behind the bar. The tobacco smell of inferior cigarettes overwhelmed other smells in the alley.

It was night, so Chris couldn't see Rick's expression clearly, but he just remembered that his friend was a little excited, as if he was happy for him, "Great, Chris."

He remembered Rick saying so.

"This is an opportunity."

"It could be a hoax, too," said Chris, smoking a cigarette, tucking the pockets in his coat jacket as usual, his hair, which hadn't been cut in a while, drooping over his forehead .

Chris doesn't like his limp hair very much, or how he looks, and most of the time, these are excuses for others to attack him.

In order to defeat their opponents, they can have a stomach full of dirty words, of course, Chris is no exception.

He rubbed the cigarette in his pocket unconsciously with his fingers, then tossed it to Rick, "I'll go and see." He remembered telling Rick that.

He had to check it out, even if it might be a hoax.

Then you have to check it out.

After all, Chris doesn't think he has anything to deceive.

In fact, when Chris arrived at Johansen's house, he already understood that it was a scam, he was touched on the bottom, heard something that made him sick, and in return he punched Johansen .

Then, half a year later, he received a threat from Johnson——

The other party said that he secretly took some videos.

Chris never felt it was a threat, he was not a so-called celebrity, he had no family, and even if these videos were posted online, it would not be a big problem for him.

But no one likes to be spied on, Chris thought, and he kicked the ground annoyed, which reminded him of a girlfriend he once had, who also liked to take some videos as souvenirs.He didn't understand why the other party did this, which became one of the reasons why they broke up later. The second reason was that those videos were also posted online.

By his nominal girlfriend.

Until now, he still remembers the feeling of being strangled by that woman and stuffing her fingers into his mouth... Chris suddenly touched his cheek, and pressed his tongue against his mouth, as if the foreign body sensation still existed, just It was as if someone inserted a finger into his mouth not long ago.

But that's impossible, Chris thought.

He continued to put his hands back in his pockets, and walked to the block where Johansen was.

When Chris stood in front of Johansen's house, he felt a sense of absurd familiarity, he always thought he had seen this image, they stood in front of the house, looking at this tree next to it, and Johansen House of.

He remembered what he seemed to have said, but couldn't recall anything, which made Chris bite the tip of his tongue, and he felt like he was going crazy with the thoughts spewing out of his head.

Who knows what's going on in his head.

Why since yesterday, there are always some unexplainable pictures in his head.

Fortunately, this state did not last long. When Chris stood hesitant on the side of the road, Johansen walked out of the house. The other party was wearing an overly formal suit and glasses. He looked like a successful person appearance.

"Chris." Johansen walked up to Chris affectionately, with a friendly smile on his face and open arms, as if preparing for a warm hug.

It's like having no idea what you've done.

At that moment, the memories of Johansen and Chris overlapped.

It was a weird image, his hands and feet were no longer in their original positions, and the whole figure was like a real-life Frankenstein, full of stitches.

Chris was almost captured by his own memory, and his body automatically recalled the feeling of that moment for him, cold and shocking, until he was grabbed by Johansen's arm.

Chris stared wide-eyed at the hand that grabbed his arm.

There were no traces of stitches on his wrists.

is a normal human being.

The various memories popping up in his head almost disrupted Chris's original plan. Originally, he planned to ask Johansen about the purpose of sending him the screenshot of the video-no matter from what point of view, he didn't need to share this matter. The matter was revealed to Chris.

If he wants to watch it, he should watch it secretly.

If he wants to put it online, then he won't tell Chris, unless he wants to get revenge on Chris for that punch.

He couldn't use this video to threaten Chris. They all knew that the people who hung out in that bar were poor people without families.

"Maybe we can sit down and talk." Seeing Chris's movement, Johansen took a half step back and raised his hands, expressing to him that he was harmless.

"Delete the video," Chris said.

"You know, it's impossible," Johnson said.

Chris tried to make himself easier. He shrugged. "You can't threaten me with it."

"Yes, but I can sell it to some people, you know, the ones with special hobbies, and a little blonde like you is very popular." Johansen still had a false smile on his face.

Chris swears a dirty word, but in fact, he is not offended by the other person's words. After all, he has seen too many people who try to provoke him with similar words. "You know, it's useless." He said to Johnson, Then he waved his hands to leave, and decided to use some more efficient methods—such as asking the police officer for help.

Threatened by a sneak shot, ha, this statement is very new, Chris thought, he saw Johansen's expression became anxious, like a big dog that was anxious because it couldn't complete the master's task.

"Someone bought the video." Johansen said suddenly. He took out a memory card from his pocket and threw it to Chris. "All the backups are here."

Chris took the memory in his hand in surprise, "Who?"

"I don't know," Johansen said, with a look of horror on his face when he said this. "He manipulated my computer and told me that he knew these things and he was willing to pay for them."

"Let me give it back to you."

Johnson didn't understand what was going on. That night when he turned on his computer and was about to find some "private collections" from the hard disk, a paragraph suddenly popped up on the computer screen.

It was full of false identities that Johansen had used, people he had scammed, and all the private information. The other party asked him to delete a video and return the video to Chris.

Yes Chris.

God knows how Johansen could remember such a common name, he'd tricked so many poor boys into remembering all of them.

However, the other party directly called up a file from his computer.

With just one glance, Johansen knew who the other party was referring to as Chris.

That was the boy he cheated half a year ago. He didn't usually go to that bar because it was chaotic and full of people of color. To his friend - another villain, the video taken in the bar.

Johansen fell in love with this pretty little whore almost at first sight. Even though he was wearing a baggy coat and his messy shaved hair, his blond hair, his blue eyes, and his overly iconic features were all unrecognizable. Proclaimed one thing -

This is a high-end stuff.

So he tricked the boy's friends into thinking he was really that reliable, and then successfully lured him to the villa and took some videos.

I have to say that Johansen feels that this is really his own treasure. Even if the angle of the video is not good, seeing the boy's face and exposed body parts is enough to pay back the fare.

He felt that even if he put it on some websites, this video could bring him profits.

The reason why he didn't do this was because he felt that this video might have greater value in the future.

It's just that Johnson didn't expect that he would suffer such an attack on this day. The other party gave him a sum of money and ordered him to return the video to Chris.

However, Johnson is a complete villain. He always hopes to get some benefits from Chris. He hopes that Chris will be a stupid lamb who will come to his house after accepting his coaxing.

Even if he can't do anything, he will feel psychologically that he is a winner.

— provided that he didn't screw it up.

After all, that person's request is very simple, only to return the video to Chris, and the rest is his own idea.

"Who?"

"I don't know." Johansen said, looking at the young man in front of him, he adjusted his decorative glasses, this time he was not lying, he really didn't know anything.

Even the account where the money was sent was secret, and he couldn't find any information-yes, he once wanted to get revenge, and Johansen was such a hopeless villain.

"Take me in." Chris said suddenly after a moment of silence.

Johnson didn't immediately agree, he looked at Chris suspiciously, as if considering the danger of this matter.He was such a man that even a few minutes earlier he had tried so hard to invite Chris to his house, but when the other person brought it up, he began to instinctively doubt again.

"I want to know the reason." Johansen spread his hands, "Honey, you just beat me up half a year ago."

"I saw you dead."

"--what?" Johansen looked at Chris in surprise, he straightened his collar, "The curse doesn't get me any punishment."

Chris pointed to his head, "Are you curious about what I saw?"

"I saw you dead, right here in this house, someone smashed your head, dragged your body down the stairs slowly, and then your limbs were cut off, and then re-stitched into a monster..." Chris said Arriving here, there was a pause, "Right here, Johansen, with your feet connected to your wrists, say hello to me like a wretch."

The author has something to say: ——I found this chapter unfinished

(Sorry, I have been working overtime at the company during this time_(:з」∠)_)