imaginary field

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Chris couldn't describe how he felt at that moment. His head was like a memory, and many pictures that didn't belong to the memory flooded into him in an instant. The monster-like Johansen, the red eyes in the hole, and the long black coat that couldn't be seen clearly The man, and the... man standing beside him.

And he met that man yesterday.

Chris followed Johansen and came to the room. Compared with the room that appeared in his memory, the decoration of this room looked a little different, and Johansen's back was much stronger than in that memory, He is still wearing a decent suit, and the layout of his home is like the template Chris has seen countless times on social networks, full of all popular elements.

The sofa in the living room was custom-made by Johansen, and that is something he is extremely proud of, Chris thought, and in his memory, this sofa has disappeared... He turned his eyes, and he was not on the stairs The hand-woven carpet in memory, the air is filled with the smell of scented candles.

Chris glanced at the candles in the glass jar, walked to the door of the small room under the stairwell, and began to observe, making him ignore Johnson, walked to the second floor, and headed for the green bathroom.

Then in a few corners, cameras were found.

Chris threw those cameras down the toilet.

"You said my head was smashed?" Johansen asked, leaning against the bathroom door.

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Someone in a black coat." Chris looked in the bathroom for a while, and he remembered going to the toilet here, and then he heard voices calling his name - none of them belonged to that person - Chris thought, However, he couldn't remember the man's name. When he opened his mouth, he always felt that the name was familiar to him.

But he still can't recall it.

"why?"

"Maybe you made a deal." Chris turned his head and looked at Johnson. According to what he saw in his memory, Johnson walked out of that room suddenly. He talked with the man, and the two returned to the next room. Then the man left the room, and Johansen's head was smashed out, with the computer screen open in front of him.

He didn't know what Johansen had shown the man, but his gut told him it had something to do with that video.

Because he also seemed to know who this man in the black coat was.

Chris can't describe how he feels now, he is like a person who wakes up from a dream, he can remember some sporadic pictures, but he can't sort out the logic, and he can't remember some key fragments.

Those memories were too ethereal and unreal, like he couldn't recall the man's name.

"Johnson, who is the house across from you?" Chris asked suddenly, because he found himself recalling something again, that was the scene where he and that man were talking in a house, and he remembered a chair , and the words on the back of the chair.

And the Johansen they saw after they left the house.

"Maybe no one," Johansen said. "I met a woman once, but she hasn't been seen in a long time." He stroked his beard. "I don't care about the neighbors." He watched Chris's movements , "I can guarantee that all the cameras were thrown into the toilet by you."

Chris stopped what he was looking for. He flipped the toilet lid down and sat on it, then supported his head. He didn't know what he was looking for.

He just felt that these memories were not dreams, he seemed to have experienced many things.

But no one but him can remember.

"Here are all the backups?" He pulled the memory stick out of his pocket.

"Of course, I received a lot of money," Johansen said.

Chris didn't speak. He stood up from the toilet, pushed Johansen away, walked along the corridor, and came to the room in his memory. The room was much more luxurious than he remembered, and it didn't look like an abandoned hotel.

He knew his behavior was weird, Chris exhaled, turned to Johansen and said, "It's better." After speaking, he made a gesture of wiping his neck, "Don't let me find out that you have a backup."

"Of course," Johansen said. "All the videos are here."

A few days later, Chris got another piece of news.

At that time, he had finished all his part-time jobs, went back to the attic, found Rick's unused computer, inserted the memory that was about to be replaced by him, found the video file, opened it, and found that Johansen's shot was much bigger than his own. More than you can imagine.

Front, side, close-up, and videos from various angles.

Chris cursed a few times in his heart, and immediately clicked delete——

"What are you looking at?"

A voice suddenly appeared in Chris' ear.

His hands trembled, and he clicked to maximize playback.

"..."

"...What the hell is this?" Rick looked at Chris with some embarrassment.

Chris slams the video shut, "Johansen trick." He reminds Rick again, "That son of a bitch liar."

"He secretly photographed you?"

"As you can see, yes, that's right." Chris said, and he turned off the computer, "Probably I'm just one of them." At this point, he found Rick's expression a little strange, "What's the matter?" ?”

"he died."

"what?"

"Just last night," Rick said, "everyone in the bar was talking about this and that. Johansen got his head smashed and died in the bathroom." He hesitated for a while, looking at Rick. Reese, "They should have found you, if you'd been at Johansen's house a few days ago." Rick noticed Chris' expression, "What's wrong, man."

Chris had no way to tell Rick that he had a dream in which Johansen had his head smashed, but in the dream he died in front of the computer, but in reality he died in the bathroom.

He wasn't going to tell anyone about it—except Johansen, who was dead.

And the investigation was actually faster than Rick had expected. In the afternoon, he had already been visited, and they sat together on the wooden chair at Rick's house.

Chris looked at the investigators in front of him, said a time, and then showed the text message he had received.

"You were secretly photographed?"

"Yes."

"Then he said he was threatened and received a lot of money and decided to return the video to you," the elderly investigator asked.

"Yes." Chris said that although he often dealt with these people, he had never been involved in a murder case.

"But he was on the side of the road and gave you the video file."

"Yes."

"And then you went into his house."

"I want to destroy those cameras." Chris defended himself.

The investigators did not speak, but asked some more questions, such as did Johnson mention who the other party was, why did the other party buy the video, and where did he go in Johnson's house, except for the bathroom?Why open a door to a room.

Chris didn't know who that person was, but he didn't know how to explain why he opened the door in the corridor, "I was very impulsive at that time."

"I just want to destroy this house," Chris said.

"But you calmed down quickly."

"Because Johansen told me that all the video backups are here." Chris said.

The investigators didn't speak. They stood up and thanked Chris for his cooperation.

Chris also stood up, he looked at the two investigators, and suddenly asked, "May I ask a question?"

"what?"

"Johnson just had his head smashed?"

The brown-black man glanced at Chris.

"I heard he had his limbs chopped off," Chris explained.

"No." said the younger man.

The older man just looked at Chris. Before Chris felt uncomfortable, he averted his eyes. After thanking Chris for his cooperation, they met and walked out of the house.

No one had any interest in the arrival of the two of them. Perhaps such a situation was normal for this neighborhood, and their lives were always accompanied by such piercing whistles.

Chris didn't look away until he watched the two drive away, and he looked at Rick who came out of the room.

"They lied."

"What?" Chris asked.

"I asked others, and Johnson's limbs were indeed chopped off and then stitched up again." Rick said mysteriously, "Someone saw Johnson's body."

The author has something to say: ——I won’t make a trailer for the end