imaginary field

35

Chris felt that he had gotten into big trouble. He didn't like to deal with these people by nature. surprisingly.

And in some ways, Chris has good reason to retaliate.

He was secretly filmed and threatened by Johansen.

However, Chris himself knew how weak this reason was—maybe he was thinking too badly, Chris thought, he just couldn't help thinking in the worst direction.

Even if he knew, this matter had nothing to do with him at all.

Because when he left Johnson's house, the other party was still alive.

The bar where Chris works is also talking about this matter. After all, Johansen is a liar, and these bars can be said to be notorious among these bars-and Chris only knew about this matter 5 months ago-meaning Yes, he didn't know that Johnson's reputation was not good until he was cheated.

This is not deliberately concealed, but the places where Chris hangs out all the year round are quite far away from these places, and cultural and other factors hinder this kind of communication.

"Have you heard?" a guest asked.

"what?"

"Johnson is dead."

"The scoundrel."

"Yes." The speaker took a sip of the wine in his glass, "died in his own bathroom."

"This is not that place." The person who spoke glanced at Chris, and then immediately turned away. The person who was talking to him, of course, understood the hint.

"Yes, but it just happened like this." The man said, he seemed to have a sudden interest in this matter, perhaps for these middle-class people, this matter is quite unbelievable, much like a movie or TV series. For the bridge, he saw Chris working at the bar and asked softly, "Have you heard?"

Chris wiped his glass and nodded casually, "I heard, I got my head smashed."

The man who spoke before showed a surprised expression. He looked at his companion, "I haven't heard of such details."

"Me neither." said the man who spoke, "I heard he died in the bathroom."

"Yes." Chris said.

The man looked at Chris, "I hear you know something else."

"It's been rumored in other places." Chris concealed the fact that the investigators found him, and only Rick knew about it-of course, there may be some witnesses besides this, but they should I can't think of what those people have to do with coming to the door. After all, people who rent nearby have some problems.

So Chris wasn't worried about exposing it.

"Johnson is an asshole," the man said, taking a sip from his glass, "Maybe it's gang revenge." He said to his mates and Chris, "You know, that's how it's done in the movies. .”

"Johnson is a gang member?" The man who interrupted had gray hair. He seemed to have heard the discussion here, so he joined the topic, "He doesn't look like it."

"Who knows," said the man with the glass. "What else do you know?" he asked Chris.

"Gentlemen, I don't know much more than you." Chris wiped his wine glass, and suddenly felt some mischief in his heart. He looked at the men sitting in front of him, "But I heard some rumors."

The man handed out several banknotes.

Chris glanced at it and put it in his pocket, "My friend told me that when Johnson died, his limbs were cut off." He looked at those people with horrified and curious expressions, and felt absurd and curious in his heart. Ridiculous, just a few days ago, these people might have been drinking with Johansen, and a few days later, they were voyeuristically sharing details of Johansen's death - just for the sake of bloody curiosity.

Chris felt like he was drunk, and suddenly a lot of pictures that didn't belong to his cognition appeared in his head, and he started to say to those people, "This is just what I heard, but his limbs were cut off Then it was stitched up again." He couldn't remember Frankenstein's name for a moment, so he changed his name, "Like a scary rag doll."

"Sounds like revenge."

"Not only that." Chris put the wine in front of the men, "His hands and feet were completely reversed, his hands were sewn to his ankles, his feet were sewn to his hands...of course, this is just I heard." He added at the end.

"...I have seen such a plot in a movie. Many years ago, I heard that this is a warning from the gang, warning him not to touch things that should not be touched." The man who joined the topic at the end said this.

The men stopped talking quickly, perhaps because the murderer had never been caught, and Johansen happened to be one of the frequent customers of this bar (although he often hunted in many bars), so the hearts of these men also rose. Feeling some sense of crisis, they stopped talking and left the bar quickly.

Chris originally thought that this matter was over, but he didn't expect that when he finished his work, put on his jacket, and just walked out of the back alley where the bar is, he saw the waiting investigators.

The two were wearing civilian clothes. After seeing Chris, they took out their IDs from their pockets and showed them to him again.

"Is Johansen the only one who lied to me?" Chris said a little anxiously, he was very unwilling to have anything to do with this matter.

The older investigator raised his hand reassuringly, then lowered it slowly, making a calm gesture, "We just hope to ask you something more."

"We should talk again," added the young man.

"I think I've told you everything, I'm not going to kill Johansen over a video, in fact, you should know, it's not a serious thing to me."

"We just want to ask something." The brown-skinned man said, his eyes were wrinkled, and he looked no longer young. He stared at Chris, trying to find some answers from his expression, "Soon, a few minutes .”

Chris took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "Only a few minutes." They gathered in the alley of the bar, and the smell was not pleasant, so Chris took a few steps outside.

"If you don't mind, you can chat in the car." The young man said.

Chris watched for a moment, acquiescing to the suggestion—he didn't want to draw attention to it.

There was no obvious sign on their car, so Chris sat in the back seat and looked at the two people in the front seat, "Beforehand, I'm not familiar with Johnson."

“Relax, just a routine inquiry,” said the brown-skinned man, who introduced himself as Dre and said to Chris, “We found the money that Johansen received.”

"Who?"

"A man." Dre took out a photo from his pocket, "He."

Chris looked at the man in the photo, his expression was indifferent, but at that moment, Chris knew that his expression had been observed by Derry, even though he quickly covered his expression, Derry still noticed .

"You know him."

"No," Chris said immediately, "I just met him."

"When?"

Chris took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and he found the day of drinking, "I saw him when I woke up from the alley."

"Is that the first time you saw him?"

"Yes."

"But you don't look like you met a stranger." Dre retracted the photo, and he looked at Chris, "What are you hiding."

Chris felt a headache, he supported his head, "I approached him." Chris concealed the approach and was just asking for directions.

“I woke up and I saw him, he was in a suit and he looked like he’d been fooling around all day, so I accosted him,” Chris said. “Is he the owner of that money?”

"In fact, the money did come from his account," Dre said, pocketing the photo, "but he doesn't know you, and he doesn't know Johansen."

"A few days ago, he found out that there was a small sum of money in his account, which was known to many people." Derry said.

"You don't know each other."

"But he also saw you. That morning, he said that he was in the alley and saw you, Chris. Your statements are almost the same."

"He said you were just asking him for directions, and he thought you were drunk and came out of the alley in a mess." Dre said, observing Chris's expression, "It seems that you are both very impressed with each other .”

Chris felt that he couldn't respond to this incident. What appeared in his head were the images that suddenly appeared in front of Johnson's house, the crazy and weird Johnson, the dilapidated house, and the man standing beside him all the time.

In that dream, they seemed to be companions. He remembered that they saw the dead Johansen together, and then spied the man who killed Johansen in the room.

"Who is he?" Chris asked.

"Sorry," Dre said, "I can't offer you that." He signaled to Chris that his own question was over, and asked if he would like to give him a ride.

"Is there no surveillance in Johnson's house?" Chris asked in the back row.

Derry and the young man looked at each other, "Actually." The young man cleared his throat, "The number of cameras in Johnson's home is beyond our imagination... We also found many files just like you."

"However, only the files of that day disappeared, and in all the backups, this day is blank." Derry said.

"I want to get out of the car," Chris said.

Derry gestured please.

After Chris got out of the car, Dre slowly rolled down the window, "Thank you for your cooperation." After speaking, he drove the car and left slowly.

Chris stood on the side of the street for a while, he breathed a sigh of relief, and when he was about to walk in the direction of Rick's house, he saw a man coming out of the bar door.

The other party was wearing a long coat and looked indifferent and handsome. When he noticed Chris's gaze, he nodded.

"Are you here to find me?" Chris took his finger out of his pocket and pointed at himself.

"Yes."

"I don't know you."

"If you often have some unseen pictures in your head, I think you should know me." The man's blue-gray eyes stared at Chris, "Chris."