imaginary field

Chris didn't speak, he felt his back was covered with cold sweat.

"Where is it?" Evan asked, looking as if he was completely sure of the fact that Chris had found the food.

He got up from the side of the bed and walked over to Chris, who couldn't stand up very well now because of the stomach pain, and sat on the chair without looking up.

"I can understand your thoughts." Evan said, he was slow, and he seemed to be well-bred at the moment. He didn't look like a person who hadn't eaten for a long time. On the contrary, he was very energetic. Chris on the chair began to walk around the room, as if thinking about where the food was hidden.

"Anyone will choose to do this at this time." Evan said, "This is human instinct, and there is nothing to blame. If it were me, I might do the same." He said, "After all, before this, we I have never seen that such a precious resource as food should not be shared with a stranger, especially for a child like you who grew up on the street."

When he said this, his expression was a little pitiful, but the superiority in his tone couldn't be concealed. Maybe he didn't think it was a sense of superiority, but it was stating a fact.

But Chris has seen a lot of people like this, and they all make him feel sick without exception.

He leaned on the back of the chair, and raised a mocking smile, "Then, you can look for the location of the food." Now that he has been discovered, Chris doesn't want to hide, he looks calm while sitting on the chair , but in fact, just sitting like this has exhausted all his strength.

"Chris, if I find food, I won't give it to you." Evan said calmly. He leaned against the wall and looked at Chris sitting on the chair, perhaps because the other party was sitting. Because of this, it made Chris look shorter than usual.

"Why can't you admit the fact that your current physical condition is very bad, don't deny it." Evan said, "We can all see it, otherwise you wouldn't be sitting in a chair so calmly and talking to me now."

"I'm used to patience, so I can spend a little more time and find those foods, but can you last until then? Let me guess, is your stomach upset? Maybe it's a stomach problem, maybe it's what you drank yesterday That booze is messing with your stomach." Evan didn't speak fast or high, but he was damn convincing, "Why can't we work together for a while? Like you tell me where the food is, and I choose Give you half."

"This is my food!" Chris almost yelled, but he was too weak now to let out a faint protest.

"Yes, Chris, this is your food." Evan said, like a parent dealing with disobedient children, "but the premise of this is that you can protect these things." He said, "you Can it be protected now?"

Chris had no energy to speak, and since Evan had seen through his discomfort, he simply curled up and covered his throbbing stomach, "...the mirror." He said weakly.

Evan immediately understood what he meant, and he immediately started tapping on the mirror on the wall, and found the hidden hole.

He looked at the edge of the mirror, it was glued to the wall, so he walked to Chris, "I need to use your chair." He picked Chris up and carried him to his bed .

Then he went back, took the mirror, and smashed the mirror.

The scattered mirror fragments were scattered on the ground, and Chris could only hear the voice and see Evan's back, "How much food is there?"

"It's not much." Evan said, he smashed the debris beside the hole, and then took out the food from inside. The things were stuffed hastily, and there were only two bottles of water and a bag of toast in it.

It looked like there was only enough for them to feed for a day.

Evan came over with his things, looked at Chris lying on the bed, tore open the bag of bread, tore some of the bread and handed it to Chris, "We each have half." He said in front of Chris , divided the bread into two parts, which looked about the same size.

Chris held the bread, took a few bites carefully and swallowed it. He opened another bottle of water, took two sips, and then put it aside.

Because most of the bed was occupied by Chris, Evan could only sit on the edge of the bed, and he didn't care that his suit was stained by the bed at the moment.

He looked at the chair he'd broken - even though it was crumbling before - and then back at Chris.

"My chair is broken." Chris said, he was lying on a dirty bed, his oversized sports coat made him look a little pitiful, he had light blond hair, fair skin, if it wasn't for his rude words and deeds, Maybe he could even be called a pretty boy.

"I did it." Evan confessed his mistake, "You can sleep on this bed."

The iron bed was not too big, and there was a quilt on it that looked like it hadn't been dried for a long time, but it was not very dirty, just a little dusty.

Chris just lay on the bed, and Evan sat beside him. Neither of them ate too much bread, because they were not sure when the next time they would find food.

"There's no toilet here," Chris said suddenly.

"What do you want to do?" Evan asked warily.

"I don't want to do anything yet, it's just my question." Chris said, his stomach felt better now, "We don't know how long we will stay here..." He glanced at the corner of the house, After imagining it, I couldn't help retching and said, "It's so disgusting."

Evan's face is also not good, obviously he also thought of it.

"So we should find an exit as soon as possible," Evan said.

Chris was lying on the bed. He was actually a little sleepy now, but he didn't want to tell Evan, "I just searched, and there is no other place to exit except that mirror."

"Are you sure?" Evan asked.

Chris hesitated. He wasn't really sure, because he didn't expect food until he found the small hole behind the mirror.

And if there is no exit, how are they put in?

This is not a cardboard box, nor is it a shipping container.

This is a concrete room without windows. No one can build such a house overnight. How to seal it before they wake up is a big problem.

Chris stared dazedly at the lightbulb above his head. It's a rough place, he thought.

Maybe it was the remaining power of alcohol, or maybe it was some other reason. Before Chris fell asleep, he couldn't help but think that Evan would bring him some good news when he woke up.

When he woke up again, Chris fell into a brief absence. He looked at the gray-black wall that was no different from before, and thought for a while before he remembered where he was.

The previous experience was not a dream.

He turned his head and looked at Evan, "Is there any progress?"

Evan nodded, "I found a key." He took out the key, looking a little too simple, as if he had returned to the Middle Ages.

"But no door was found."

"Where did you find that?" Chris sat up in bed.

"It's the place where the food is hidden, but it's hidden very deep." Evan said, "And I'm not sure where this food hiding place leads to."

After hearing this, Chris got out of bed in a hurry. He walked to the hole and found that the hole, which was less than three inches, was indeed surprisingly deep. He looked for a long time, but he couldn't see everything inside.

He took his phone out of his pocket and tried to light the inside.

But that kind of darkness seems to swallow the light, and it is completely invisible from farther away.

Chris tried to get his arm in, but found he couldn't reach the bottom of the hole.

"...The Shawshank Redemption?" Chris couldn't help talking to himself, the protagonist in the movie dug such a tunnel behind a poster, but who was the hole less than three inches prepared for?

rat?

And what's the use of that key, Chris couldn't help thinking.He looked up at the hanging light bulb, a simple light bulb with only a pull cord to control the light.

...have they really searched everywhere?