imaginary field

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He ended up taking Evan (yes, he just remembered the name) to the attic of Rick's house, where he felt safe, where he could sit calmly and talk to Evan about surreal things .

In order to make this conversation less cramped, Chris also bought some drinks - he originally wanted to buy wine, but he didn't want to make his already chaotic thinking even more messy, so he finally chose some carbonated drinks, and There are puffed foods such as corn flakes, and finally, he bought a bottle of sparkling water separately—it is said to be made abroad.

He tossed the bottle of sparkling water to Evan to hold, and went to check out with the drink and puffed food himself.

They didn't talk, and after paying the bill, they left the shop in silence one after the other.

"That place is small." Chris found a topic, he looked at his shadow under the streetlight, "There is no sofa." After seeing Evan, many new images appeared in his head.

It was the time they spent together in the concrete house, and Chris remembers waking up and seeing Evan, and they were talking, they were talking, they were guarding each other.

Holding the bag in his hand, he glanced back, and Evan happened to look at him, and he tilted his head at Evan, signaling him to come over.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Evan slowly walked to Chris' side.

"When did you remember?"

"A few days ago, when those people didn't find me." Evan held the bottle of sparkling water that belonged to him in his hand, and he held the glass bottle in his hand, "Shortly after I woke up, something appeared in my head. screen."

"How much do you remember?"

"Very little." Evan said, "It's like a dream, my memory is messy."

Chris is not sure if he remembers more than Evan, or less. Like Evan, the picture in his head is incoherent, and he can only recall that memory when he sees something specific.

For example, when I saw Johnson, I remembered everything that happened in that house.

When I saw Evan, I recalled some fragments of getting along with Evan.

But Chris felt that he still forgot a lot of things, because there was still a long corridor that occasionally appeared in his memory, which was like an unending nightmare.

He could never find the end in that corridor.

"Do you dream of hallways?" Chris asked.

Evan shook his head.

I knew it, Chris thought.He carried the bag and led Evan to the narrow attic where he temporarily lived. If he wanted to pass through this attic, he had to pass through Rick's room.

Fortunately, he is not back now.

Chris slowly got into the narrow attic. He looked at Evan and motioned him to bend down. "You have to bend down to get in." He said, "It's too short here."

When Evan walked into the attic, he realized what Chris meant by being too short. The highest places here would touch the top of his head, and he had to bend over to pass through many places.

In the narrow space, there are a lot of sundries that obviously belonged to the original owner. There is only a little space that can be used by Chris. In that little space, Chris put down his sleeping bag, computer, and some other small things. , clothes can only be hung on a rope that runs through the attic.

Evan didn't confirm one thing until now, Chris's clothes are indeed similar sportswear.

He slowly pushed away a gray hoodie in front of him, trying to find a place to sit down—but the place was so small that he found that the only place he could sit down was Chris' sleeping bag.

The other party obviously didn't mind this, so he sat down and adjusted his sitting posture because he was not used to it.

He watched Chris open the carbonated drink and stared at the other person's Adam's apple. He knew what was in the computer right next to him. I like the taste, this is not the kind he usually drinks, "You said the corridor." He said to Chris, "Did you mean the corridor where you can't see anything?" Evan roughly described the one that couldn't see anything, He could only feel the hallway holding each other's hands, "I remember when I was holding a monster." After finishing speaking, he sat cross-legged on the sleeping bag and observed Chris holding cornflakes.

Evan found that when the other party felt anxious and confused, he always had some habitual small movements. For example, now, he took a bite of the cornflakes in his hand, "No." Chris said, and he gestured, "It's a long, long corridor with no end in sight."

When he said this, his expression was a little more uncertain, and his chewing movements slowed down, as if he was thinking. After observing for a while, Evan shifted his gaze before Chris noticed.

"I don't have this in my memory." He said to Chris calmly, Evan is slightly taller than Chris, and when the other party is looking down and thinking, he can't see his expression at all, "You can describe that to me. Corridor?"

"I can't remember." Chris said immediately, his blue eyes were a little uncertain, maybe because he was not used to staring at strangers, he shifted his eyes, "that memory is a blur Yeah, you know, bits and pieces, meaningless bits and pieces."

"Is that a dark corridor?" Evan asked.

"No." Chris frowned, "I can see the decoration of the corridor, as well as the chandelier." He repeated the key word, "In my memory, the chandelier on the top of the corridor and the candles on it keep appearing."

"Candles?" Evan showed a surprised expression, "Why are there candles on the chandelier?"

"I don't know." Chris said a little irritably. Maybe it was Evan's constant questioning attitude that reminded him of the previous investigators. He said to Evan, "What about you? What did you see?"

"I can't see anything," Evan said calmly, before Chris could express his displeasure. "It's like a hand covering my eyes. Do something, but I can't see anything." His description was abstract, "Don't you have that part in your memory?"

Chris was sitting on his sleeping bag. In this narrow and stuffy space, some fragments suddenly flashed in his memory. He remembered the call from the darkness——

"Chris."

It wasn't until being photographed by Evan that Chris couldn't get out of those clips.

At the end of his fragmentary memories, he saw the monster in the dark, the different heads on that monster, the ones on its body, opened its mouth, and called his name.

"What did you think of? Your face looks a little bad."

Chris exhaled, he found Evan watching him, so he said, "I just thought of some monster." He described to Evan what the monster looked like, "Its body, those faces are shouting my name."

"what is that?"

"I don't know." Chris found that since he met Evan, this is what he said the most. Just when he was about to say something to ease the atmosphere here, he suddenly heard movement downstairs.

— Rick is back.

Chris gestured to Evan to keep quiet, then listened carefully and found that Rick's pace was very slow, and then he walked to his room-it wasn't until he heard the sound of the door closing that Chris relaxed.

"...Who is that?" Evan, who had been watching Chris, asked.

"my friend."

"This is his house." Evan asked again.

"Obviously." Chris said, and when he realized that Rick had returned to the room, he immediately relaxed a lot-although Rick never emphasized that he was not allowed to bring friends back, Chris didn't want it at all, they were in this way meet under circumstances.

Chris took off his coat, threw it aside, and was about to move his body, but the damn attic was really too cramped, and he forgot that Evan was by his side.

So of course, he threw the coat on Evan.

"Ah, sorry," Chris said, bending over to pick the jacket off Evan, only to find Evan grabbing it.

"?"

"Chris..." Evan's hand suddenly grabbed Chris' arm.

Chris noticed that Evan's blue-gray eyes had turned light brown.

"Do you remember me?" He took Chris's arm and kissed his fingertips lightly.

The familiar feeling of trembling rising from the back made Chris recall those sticky memories in his head instantly. He looked at the man in front of him, who had the same face as Evan, "... Carlton ?”

"Yes, I'm back."

Just when Chris felt that things were bad enough, Rick downstairs seemed to have heard the movement here. He climbed up, knocked on the attic door, and opened the door before Chris could react——

"I heard some movement, are you okay, I heard that those people are looking for you again..." His words stopped slowly.

"...Uh, who are you?"