imaginary field

The iron bed was as filthy as they saw, covered with stains of unknown origin. Chris tried to move it and found that the iron bed was unexpectedly light, so he asked Evan to go with him, Put the iron bed upright against the wall.

"Can you jump on it?" Chris looked at the man in a suit. The iron bed did not lead directly to the entrance on the second floor. There was some distance. He needed to quickly run to the iron bed, and then jumped up and grabbed the edge of the hole.

Compared with Chris, who is not tall and even looks a little underage, Evan is over 190 cm tall. He has a strong figure and looks like he often goes to the gym.

"Okay." Evan said, he looked down at Chris slightly, "You go up first."

"Are you worried that I won't be able to jump?" Chris raised his eyebrows.

"Just to be on the safe side." Evan said, his voice was not loud, and his speech speed was not fast. Chris believed that this man must have a better education - different from street gangsters like him.

Chris turned his head and fixed the iron bed again. He didn't want the iron bed to fall down suddenly when he was halfway running.

Then he quickly stepped on the iron bed that was erected on the wall, and then climbed to the edge of the hole, and then turned over through the gap with his arms.

Then Chris lay on the edge of the gap, looked at Evan who was still in the room, and quickly climbed up from the gap.

Chris stepped back a little.

Because of the lack of light, the second floor was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

"No lights?" Evan asked, taking his phone out of his pocket and lighting up the space here.

"I didn't find it just now." Chris said, and he looked down at the room below again. After two people stepped on the erected iron bed one after another, it finally fell to the concrete floor with a bang.

"My phone is almost out of battery." Evan said looking at his phone screen. Now his phone has less than 30% battery left. As for when they will be able to go out-who knows.

Maybe they will die here.

Chris also took out his mobile phone, "I still have 35."

"Bad news." Evan said, turned off the screen, and then they fell into darkness.

The environment on the second floor is not much better than that on the first floor. There is a solid concrete structure under their feet. Although they can't see it clearly, it feels basically the same as the first floor.Chris and Evan are very close, and he can feel Evan's steady breathing on his neck, which is different from the essence of the inferior soap on his body. Evan has a very light perfume smell, especially in a dark environment It even magnified the sense of smell and touch, and Chris felt that Evan was very close to him.

The heat of the other party's body almost surrounded him, and the tip of his nose was filled with the very light perfume smell of the other party's body, mixed with wood and moss...and an inexplicable rusty smell.

Perhaps because of the mixed smell of wood and moss, Chris only felt that the perfume smell was very familiar...or maybe it wasn't a perfume smell at all...

A lot of thoughts flashed through his head, and then he started chatting with Evan, "Can't you really remember?"

"Yes."

"But I remember." Chris squatted on the ground and said, he was sure that he couldn't remember how he came to this house because he was drunk.

But Evan didn't.

The other party is very sober.

Even though he made many excuses, Chris still doubted him.

"...I forgot." Evan said in the dark, and he moved a little closer to Chris, "You know, I just remember, my own things in the company... I think I may have fallen asleep, and then When I woke up, I was in this room."

He was getting closer to Chris, so close that it made Chris uncomfortable.

He subconsciously wanted to leave, but found that he had no energy because he was too hungry.

Chris could only squat on the ground, he didn't want Evan to find out, after all, he didn't forget the beep that sounded in the room just now—[Only one person can get out alive. 】.

Evan wanted to get out, and so did he.

So he could only keep his mouth shut and endure. He felt that this was not a big problem for him, because the two things he experienced the most since he was a child were hunger and patience.

"Are you okay?" The other party moved closer.

Chris wanted to move a little sideways.

"Hold on," Evan said, grabbing Chris's shoulders and sliding them down his thin T-shirt to his chest.

Chris wasn't used to this kind of touch, and he wanted to swipe away the man's fingers, but the pain in his stomach had taken away his remaining strength.

"You're hungry." Evan said firmly.

Chris heard some crackling noises, and then his mouth touched something soft - bread.

"Eat it, poor boy." Evan said pitifully.

Chris didn't move, he felt that Evan's tone was very strange, or that Evan was like a different person now.

In the air, the smell that belonged to Evan became stronger. Finally, Chris remembered, what was that familiar, slightly damp smell of rust that seemed to be buried under wood and moss...

That's the smell of blood.

"Evan..." Chris whispered, using his tongue to resist the bread that was about to be stuffed into his mouth.

Even if he is very hungry now, he dare not eat any food this man stuffed him.

In the confusion, Chris pressed the phone screen.

Light up the space.

The one next to him is of course "Evan", but it looks completely different from the one on the first floor - the original neat hair is scattered around, he has a smile on his face, and the suit jacket on his body is because of Chris's struggle just now. It has become messy, revealing a large part of his chest.

"Hi, Chris..." This Evan smiled when the screen turned on, his eyes sparkled, as if he had found some interesting toy, "Chris." He whispered to Chris name.

"Good to see you again."

"...Aren't you Evan?" Chris pushed the man in front of him with his hand, even though he looked exactly like that Evan, he still felt something was wrong.

"Oh, yes, dear..." Evan looked at Chris enthusiastically. "If possible, I don't want to meet you with this face." Because of Chris's resistance just now, the crumbs of bread on his fingers Already wet with Chris' saliva, partly stuck to his finger, looking dirty.

However, at this moment, as if he was tasting something delicious, he stuffed this finger into his mouth and tasted it carefully, "It's so good, Chris..." He licked his finger and stared at Chris , That kind of gaze made Chris creepy, and even a little disgusted.

"Remember, my name is Carlton Bryan."

Evan, or Carlton, grabbed Chris's face, and after the phone screen went out because of the time, he leaned closer to Chris again, "Dear Chris." He repeated his name over and over again, his tone An indescribable frenzy.

"You won't die." There were gasps from his mouth, which seemed to be due to excitement.

Chris couldn't move, he was more than ten centimeters shorter than the man in front of him, and because he hadn't eaten for a long time, he became extremely weak. He felt Carlton lifting his chin, as if preparing to pour water on him.

"Honey, you should drink some water."

"You won't die, believe me... If you want, you can eat some of this body." In the dark, Carlton said nervously and laughed nervously. He leaned against Chris's Side, "Are you hungry? Which meat do you want to eat? Arm or thigh?"

"I believe Evan should be willing to dedicate himself to you."

"Hee hee, although he probably doesn't know these things now..."

In the darkness, Chris could feel the man beside him stroking his short blond hair over and over again, uttering some chilling words, and the strange smell in the air became even stronger.

"Oh, I think I should go back."

"Evan's body is too fragile." Carlton said, biting Chris's ear, "but he won't hurt you." He said with a small laugh.

"—see you next time, my Chris."

The second Carlton finished speaking, the opponent's body fell on Chris's body.

Chris let out a groan.

He stretched his arms, groped around for a while, and finally found his mobile phone on the ground on the right. He turned on the light - and found that Evan or Carlton had fallen on his body.

There was cold sweat on the other party's forehead, and Chris felt that his current state was worse than his own.

To save power, Chris turned off the screen again

He lay on the ground.

Behind him was the hard and cold ground, and on his body was a body exuding unnaturally high heat.

The smell of rust and moss in the air is much lighter, leaving only a faint smell of woody perfume.

After about 90 seconds (Chris was counting), he felt the man lying on top of him move, and then the other person stiffened, as if he didn't understand why he was lying on top of a man.

"Evan...?" Chris asked tentatively.

"Have Carlton been here?" Evan stood up, and he had already noticed something was wrong.

"Who is he?" Chris asked. Before asking this question, he had already thought of some answers, such as another personality or something-isn't that how it is played in movies?

"...a soul." Evan's voice sounded tired, "He is a strange soul that suddenly appeared in my body."

"A complete villain."

The author has something to say: I changed my previous thoughts and combined the stalk A I wanted to write before. I recently decided to write this article first. The saved manuscripts will continue to be saved, and the style is different~ If you are interested, you can go to the next door Collect it first~