imaginary field

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No one spoke. Chris looked at Carlton who was hiding in the darkness. He didn't understand why Carlton suddenly mentioned the woman to him. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, didn't light it, just held it in his hand, "So Did you kill Johnson?"

"No." Carlton said, his voice was not clear, as if suddenly froze, "...not me." He leaned against the not-so-clean wall, not caring that his expensive coat was stained After a few seconds, his voice gradually became clear, "I don't know." There were some subtle differences between that voice and the previous one. Chris carefully observed the eyes of the man in front of him and found that his eyeballs Slowly turning blue-gray—Evan is back.

Chris sighed inwardly, "Aren't you the murderer?"

Evan leaned against the wall, and he thought for a while, "No." After finishing speaking, he tidied up his coat, as if a little disgusted with the stains on the clothes, he took off the coat and held it in his hand, " Chris, don't trust Carlton." His blue-gray eyes fixed on Chris, "He's a born liar."

He slowly walked up to Chris, "He once said something to me."

"what?"

"He said he had been a novelist for a while because he was good at making up stories." Evan raised his finger and stopped some distance away from Chris, "Chris, you feel like you really left that space ?"

Chris stopped playing with the cigarette.

Because he found that the finger that Evan stretched out suddenly cracked, and a meat ball with teeth crawled out of it, and then the meat ball was crushed by Evan's stretched out finger—his finger again It's back to its original form - no gaps, no meaty balls with teeth.

Evan used practical actions to let Chris understand that they are indeed not in the real world.

"I didn't kill Johnson, and neither did Carlton. We didn't lie about this matter." Evan held up the coat in front of Chris, and the original stains disappeared, "I think Johnson's So it's because of you, what were you thinking, Chris?"

What is he thinking?Chris thought of the images that kept popping up in his head when he saw Johansen, the weird images that Johansen had died in the room.

He thought of Johansen's severed limbs and the scene of his head being smashed in front of the computer.

Those were the pictures he saw in that strange house.

Then the next day, he received news of Johansen's death.

He couldn't think of anyone who would spend a large sum of money to buy that video. He only had Carlton—or Evan in his head, so investigators discovered the flow of money from Evan's account.

Chris took a breath, he understood what Evan meant, "So we didn't leave." He looked at each other, "How did you find out?"

"Things went so well," Evan said, "Just like Carlton told you, he saw the woman in the madhouse—this is something he couldn't even dream of."

"She's a total lunatic, and the most pretending and lying lunatic, and if there's one place she'd never go, it's the mental hospital," Evan said, looking at the wall beside him, "but I think this It should be the last place, you know, it's easy to judge when you find these little tricks."

Chris looked at the door that suddenly appeared next to Evan, and Evan's movement of slowly opening the door, "Are you sure there won't be another world behind the door?"

"Chris, you already know how to judge, don't you?" Evan said, slowly stepping one of his feet in, he stretched out his hand, motioning for Chris to come along.

Chris held out his hand too, and he and Evan stepped through the door—it was hard for him to describe the feeling, that you could feel what you were walking through, but in fact, your body didn't Didn't touch anything.

In less than a second, Chris found himself holding hands with Evan, standing at the bar.

They seemed to appear out of nowhere because Chris also saw Rick drinking in the distance.

"... back?" Chris looked at his palm in disbelief. He tried to imagine, trying to see more things from this hand, but he didn't.

It was just a pair of ordinary hands.

Evan standing aside had a cold expression on his face, but Chris could still see from his eyes that he was relieved, "Goodbye." Evan nodded. He seemed to be unable to stand the environment here and was about to leave immediately.

Chris grabbed his arm subconsciously.

Evan looked at him puzzled.

"Leave a contact information." Chris took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and he found that the power of his mobile phone had not changed, as if those things in the dark were all a dream he had.

Perhaps seeing something from Chris's expression, Evan also took out his mobile phone. He wanted to talk to Chris, but it was too noisy here, so he had to get close to Chris and talk in his ear , "I saw Johansen." As he spoke, his finger pointed in one direction.

Chris sees Johansson, still alive, accosting a boy.

"Need help?" Evan whispered in Chris's ear.

Chris always felt that Evan was a little too close, and he even felt that Evan's lips had touched his ears, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, and he could only tell himself, because it was really too noisy here.

He looked at Johansen in the distance, and the other party didn't seem to notice him, and he was still talking to the boy, "No." He said to Evan that he was only going to solve this matter by himself.

Chris waved his hand and exchanged contact information with Evan. After watching the other party leave the bar gate, he took out a pocket knife from his pocket, walked slowly behind Johansen, and patted him on the shoulder.

The boy who was talking to Johansen immediately left Johansen behind when he saw Chris.

"Hi." Chris patted Johansen on the shoulder, and he was even willing to put his arms around the other's neck intimately, and then put a knife against Johansen's throat, "Long time no see."

Johnson held up his hands.

"Don't try to yell." Chris motioned Johnson to tilt his head, and the man at the bar greeted Chris after seeing their actions, "For Rick's sake, Chris, remember to go out and solve it .”

"Of course." Chris blew a kiss to the man at the bar, then brought the knife closer to Johansen's neck, "We should have a good chat, you bastard."

"...I don't know what I did." Johansen quietly raised his hands nervously, "I'm sorry for deceiving you before."

"Get out." Chris pushed Johansen with great strength. Johansen was not his opponent. Although the opponent was a villain and a liar, most of the time, he was not directly involved in the violence. This was different from Chris. Very different, after all, many times, Chris knows that violence is the way the neighborhood solves its problems.

Chris grabbed Johansen and led him to the corner behind the bar. This is a dead corner, and Chris is usually used to solving problems here. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, "Remember that day?" Chris took a puff Smoke, said to Johansen, "You come and strike up a conversation with me, and they all tell me to try to trust you."

"You must be thinking, what a stupid little bastard." He looked down at Johansen. "Where's the video?"

"what?"

"The camera in the bathroom." Chris put his jackknife against Johansen's face, and the cigarette butt in his hand was close to Johansen's eyes. "You are a villain, so you should know how we solve the problem."

Johansen didn't think Chris would know about it. He did set up cameras in many corners of the house, including of course the upstairs bathroom and toilet. He also took a video of Chris.

Of course he knew that he was not the boy he had met in the past, he was more dangerous and aggressive.

It's just that the other party obviously didn't find out about it. Johansen even heard that the other party was preparing some games, the underground ones. He always felt that these videos could be sold at a good price, so he didn't plan to make a move in the near future—he Didn't even tell anyone about it.

Not even his partners knew.

So Johansen had no idea who revealed the news to Chris——

After shaking off the blood stains on his face, Chris found that his hair was also stained a little bit, he bit the cigarette in his mouth, looked at Johnson who had a few teeth knocked out by himself, "Don't play tricks. "He said and slowly walked out of the corner, and then accidentally saw Evan standing at the entrance of the alley.

The other party was still wearing the clothes I wore when I first saw him, which was out of tune with the environment in front of me.

Chris wiped the blood stains on his fingers on his pants unnaturally, then walked up to Evan, "I thought you had gone back."

"Yes, I have already gone back." Evan said, he looked a little tired, his blue-gray eyes were full of worry for Chris, "I found that I forgot something, and when I was going to go back and tell you, I just Found out you left with Johansen." He paused for a moment, "I'm a little worried about you, Chris."

"You know, he looks like a villain."

"But you've only seen him who has turned into a monster." Chris said, he tilted his head and looked at Evan, who was slightly taller than himself, "Are you worried about me?"

"Yes."

"This is so fresh." Chris muttered, he put his hand in the jacket of the sportswear a little unaccustomed, and it was the first time he encountered such concern, which made him feel very unaccustomed.

So he looked away, which allowed Evan to see the blood on his face.

"Are you injured?" Evan asked a little nervously.

"No, no, no." Chris raised his hands, "Don't get excited, it's all Johnson's." He took out his hand from his pocket, "I beat him up."

Evan watched carefully for a while, then said to Chris, "This is too dangerous."

Chris shrugged, he didn't refute Evan, but just looked at each other, "What did you forget?"

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