imaginary field

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In his not-so-long 26 years, Rick did not expect to encounter such an embarrassing scene that made him feel at a loss. At this moment, he opened the door of the attic-after hearing unusual movements, and then Seeing his best friend, the supposedly normal Chris, being held by a man and kissed on his fingertips—hell, he thought this kind of scene only happened in movies.

He never thought that he would see this kind of scene that only appeared in romantic movies, and this happened to Chris...

Rick stared stiffly at Chris, his friend, looking embarrassed, and he seemed to realize that something was wrong with this scene.

So he broke free from the man's restraints, rubbed his fingertips, and said to Rick, "He's... Carlton."

Rick didn't understand Chris's pause. He looked at the man sitting on the sleeping bag, and couldn't understand why he could straighten his body in such a situation without relaxing at all, as if in some high-level occasion.

"Hi." Rick greeted enthusiastically.

The man named Carlton showed a smile.

"No need to say hello." Chris said suddenly, "He's leaving soon."

"No, honey," said Carlton affectionately, "we've got a long time." He moved a little. "Anyone else in the house?"

"Uh, my family," Rick said, which is why he could only let Chris live in the attic, because he really didn't have any vacant rooms in his house.

"Then let's talk here, Chris." Carlton said slowly. He seemed to have some natural leadership skills. At this moment, the real owner of the house—Rick—had lost the ability to think.

He glanced downstairs. "Let's go to the living room," he said. "It's bigger there, and they're all asleep."

"them?"

"My family, my brother and my sisters," Rick said to Carlton, then turned to look at Chris. "It's too cramped here to do anything but sleep."

So a few minutes later, Chris sat in the living room with Rick and Carlton.

The house of Rick’s house is not big, and the living room space is also very limited. There are some cleaned furniture picked up from the market and the street, because some of them are picked up, so they don’t fit together. There are bed bugs in their home, and they've been busy for a long time.

The picked up furniture has a long sofa, and Rick bought two very cheap single wooden sofas from the market. In many cases, Chris likes this sofa very much, but not now.

At this time, he was sitting on the wooden sofa that he and Rick bought from the market together, looking at Carlton sitting on the couch, and Rick sitting on the sofa opposite him.

In fact, Chris didn't want to communicate with them at the moment-he didn't think they had anything to talk about, maybe they wanted to talk about that weird game, things that only appeared in his and Carlton's heads?

Until now, after Chris has fully recalled everything in that weird space, he still doesn't quite understand what it is. They seem to have been introduced into a certain space.

And stayed in that place for a long time, but whether it was for their friends or strangers, they didn't disappear, they were always in place.

It's like time stopped, and their thoughts will be drawn to a dream-like place.

Their bodies are still in place, and Chris believes that even if he goes to retrieve the surveillance video, he will not find anything wrong—maybe only he and Carlton know this in the world—oh, plus evan.

He looked at Rick with some headaches. He felt that the next topic was not suitable for him to participate in, so he stood up, took Carlton's hand, and led him out of the house.

They walked for a while, and when they came to the side of the road, Carlton was unexpectedly docile. He didn't resist Chris's rough actions, on the contrary, he just condoned all of them.

Finally, when he was pulled to the side of the road by Chris and stood under the light, he looked at Chris and asked, "What do you want to say to me?"

"You know that," Chris said, letting go of Carlton's arm.

Carlton moved his wrist a little, and said to Chris, "I don't know." He straightened his messy coat, "Maybe you can give me some hints."

"Johnson," Chris whispered.

"Ok?"

"You know."

"I don't know." Carlton said here.Suddenly laughed, "This conversation is very familiar."

"You remember?" Chris asked, frowning.

"I've been in Evan's body, of course I know everything." Carlton said slowly, as if thinking of something, he suddenly said to Chris, "Are you curious?"

Chris looked at him puzzled, not understanding what he was talking about.

"I'm talking about the woman," Carlton said. He seemed to have a sudden interest in telling, and said to Chris: "The woman in the room who slaughtered the dolls." He said in a cold and mocking tone, Speaking of a woman he was related to, and that person was even his mother, "She still can't seem to get rid of her habits." Carlton showed a sarcastic smile.

Following Carlton's reminder, Chris immediately remembered the woman he met in the room in the corridor, cutting toys with a knife, and he did not forget what that woman did to Carlton... I have to say, she did is a madman.

"What did you do to her?"

"It's very interesting." Carlton tilted his head and looked at Chris. "I have been locked in that place, you know, the place is so small that I can't even turn over, and my eyes are covered. Blindfolds, with earplugs in my ears, I couldn't sense anything."

"When she let me out, I didn't think of resentment, but gratitude. It's funny, isn't it?" Carlton said, his hazel eyes didn't have much emotion, "Until the end, I died that day, in her forgotten confinement bed."

"I was like a ghost, resurrected, and then died at a specific time." Carlton said to Chris, "Like the protagonist in that novel, I can never live past the time of my first death."

"Have you thought about one thing, Chris." Carlton said to Chris, standing in the shadows, half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and Chris could only see his exposed lips and jaw , and a hazel eye, "I am a man who died in the past, or in the future."

"And when I appeared at this time, where did the original Carlton go?" When Carlton said this, he showed a little cruel smile, and before Chris could answer, he announced the answer first, "He Not born, I killed him."

Chris looked at Carlton, the memory corridor was full of twisted and grotesque colors, he knew that these were all Carlton's memories, but he didn't understand why Carlton would appear in Evan's body - he didn't understand them Why share a body.

According to Chris' previous guess, after Carlton died for the first time, his soul would return to any point in time. He could change the past and do many things, but after the time of the first death, no matter what he did No matter how hard he tries, he will die.

Like someone with a time machine.

But now, Carlton tells him that the Carlton of this time is gone, he's gone forever, because he killed him, he didn't let Carlton be born.

It’s just that Chris didn’t understand why Carlton came to Evan’s body when he was 7 years old——

"Why did you appear in Evan's body?" Chris subconsciously expressed the question in his heart.

"Are you concerned about Evan?" Carlton asked.

Chris didn't answer, in fact, he didn't know, maybe it was curiosity, Chris said to himself.

Fortunately, Carlton didn't want the answer, or he didn't care about the answer at all, "I don't know." Carlton said, he spread his hands, "When I woke up again after I died last time, I appeared in the In the body of a 7-year-old kid."

"Believe me, I was more frightened than you." Carlton slowly approached Chris, "Because I found that I can never go back to the past, because Carlton was not born at this time, and my mother was still there. Without meeting my father, I'm stuck in time in this body."

"So what did you do?"

"I prevented them from meeting, and prevented this Carlton from being born. The world doesn't need a second Carlton." Carlton said to Chris, "Maybe I'm really a ghost, just like Evan said , an evil spirit living in his body."

"But there is one thing to be thankful for."

Chris looked at the malicious smile on Carlton's face and felt that this matter should be related to that woman.

"Because she didn't meet that stupid and blind man, she was successfully sent to the lunatic asylum." A nasty smile appeared on Carlton's face, "I visit her occasionally, she looks like Not as decent as you remember."

The author has something to say: working overtime today, the update is relatively late

...it should really be over soon!