Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 129 Can’t escape
Zheng Fan followed Doris to the open space outside the monastery and saw the children who were being trained.

His eyes suddenly lit up: "Is this training? Killing training starting from childhood, the kind that trains killers."

"I guess so." Doris responded and looked at Zheng Fan in confusion. She didn't understand why she was so excited about this. It was just a normal thing for her.

And would hallucinations be interested in these? No, this hallucination was also different from the other hallucinations she was familiar with.

Seeing Doris's confusion, Zheng Fan explained, "When I was a kid, my parents were interested in me, so they put me under a weird person to learn some strange skills. That person said I was born to do bad things, a natural killer, and so on. It's really childish."

"When I was a child, I had hallucinations..."

Sure enough, whenever Zheng Fanyi talked about his childhood, the first thing people here paid attention to was not his story, but his "childhood".

Isn't it okay to have hallucinations when you are a kid?!
Doris came back to her senses: "So you became a killer?"

"That man was arrested not long after for illegal immigration abroad or something like that. He seems to be an international criminal. He's quite skilled, but I can't say he's a killer. In terms of physical strength, he almost beat my college classmate."

"College classmate?"

"Well, I had a disagreement with a classmate whose personality is a bit like yours, and then we had a fight. We had two fights. The first time, I pinned him down, but he refused to accept and fought again, and the fight ended in a draw. I moved out of my original dormitory dejectedly because I felt that if we fought for the third time, I would be the one who got beaten up. I spent half a year learning it, but that guy learned it in just two times like those clones in cartoons! What else could he be but a liar?"

Doris was silent for a moment.

I followed my own thoughts and thought: "Is it possible that your classmate is actually very good?"

"...hiss, it seems possible. That self-denying, stuffy weirdo...hmm..." Zheng Fan said, looking at Doris again and shook his head: "Forget it, it's all in the past. I won't see her anymore anyway."

Doris nodded.

During the conversation, Doris came to the side of the training ground. After realizing that someone was beginning to notice her, she ended her conversation with Zheng Fan and began to ignore the existence of the hallucination.

"Doris, you don't need more training, right? Or do you want to adjust your condition?" A monk who was in charge of observation and recording came over and greeted with a smile.

Doris bowed and said hello: "I am used to coming to see everyone."

"That's right. You usually either play the violin, listen to music, or read books in your room, or go to see other people." The monks here are no strangers to Doris' habits.

Seeing that after Doris came, the children in the mature group subconsciously sped up their movements. The monk couldn't help but say, "After you came, they became more energetic and their efficiency increased. I really hope you are here every time we train."

"This is not a good thing for them. It's just training. Let's take it easy." Doris said lightly, not accepting the joke.

The monk shrugged, said a few more words, and left.

Zheng Fan was watching from the side, thinking that being watched by the teacher was nerve-wracking, but being watched by the top student in the class who was determined to hunt him down sooner or later while he was studying was indeed a terrifying thing.

The practice ended quickly and the children dispersed. The ground on the mature side was full of potholes, as if it had been plowed by artillery fire. These little superheroes were no worse than the high-level violent residents.

As mature products, the violence index of individual individuals is estimated to be above that of fighting, and some may even reach the level of clusters...

Speaking of Doris's strength limit, Zheng Fan has not yet confirmed it, and he doesn't know how much it is. In terms of initial quality, Doris is the best one he has ever encountered.

It’s a pity that it can’t be snatched away easily, but it’s nice to read the story behind it.

The most important thing is that these children do not have any other colors.

Just the imitation of the pure white factor alone can give him this kind of strength.

How come Hong Yijia's genuine product is not of this level? If she were here, she would probably go to the table of the lamb in terms of strength.

At this time, a girl from the mature product side came over and said to Doris: "We have something to say to you, Doris."

Doris watched silently for a moment and nodded slightly.

Then he followed the girl.

They walked along a forest path next to the monastery. In an open space deep inside, several children had gathered there. They were not young for the age group in the monastery.

Zheng Fan estimated that the youngest one was about eighteen years old, and most of them were about the same age as Doris.

As mature products, they are probably from the same batch as Doris, or at least acquaintances.

"Doris, Yang Ya is missing." A boy spoke up as soon as he arrived.

Doris's clear eyes did not fluctuate. She glanced at the boy who was speaking and said, "I killed one two nights ago."

He casually recounted the fact that he had murdered someone, as if he was asking who at home had eaten the cake in the refrigerator, as everyday and normal as that.

The boy clenched his fists immediately, his mood was written on his face, but he was smart enough not to get carried away.

"Why? You wouldn't do that casually during normal hours." Another boy asked more calmly.

"She wanted to do something to me."

"What a joke! Who here has the guts to attack you alone? " The boy who seemed to have a close relationship with Yang Ya couldn't sit still and stood up.

The voice was loud, but the words sounded cowardly. There was nothing that could be done about it. Zheng Fan could feel that the image of Doris reflected in these people's eyes was different from Doris's real appearance. In any case, it must be terrifying.

"...Don't get me wrong, I'm not sure that person is Yang Ya." Doris felt the need to explain, "It was dark and in the shadows, I didn't pay much attention to what the person looked like, I just knew it was a girl." Very good, little lamb, you'd better not explain.

The psychological pressure on these young people in front is even greater.

"Is that all? Then I'll go back." Doris broke the silence and turned to leave.

"Are you planning to listen to that old woman and become that crappy lamplighter?" At this time, a girl with golden hair among the children spoke coldly.

Doris stopped and looked back: "What else?"

"I asked you many times what happened that night, but you never answered me seriously." The blonde girl said in a suppressed tone.

"I answered, Mora, you didn't participate in the selection because you were sick, you are really lucky." Doris said calmly.

"What kind of reply is that? Repeating like a robot that you killed them? Do you think I can accept that?"

"This is a fact."

"I want not only the facts, but also the specific truth!" Mora said sternly, but her tone could not help but become fragile. "No matter what the result of this selection is, this is our last one. Can't you tell me?"

Doris: "It's enough to know this result. If you hear too much about other things, it will only give you nightmares."

"..."

There was silence among the crowd for a long time.

Doris suddenly noticed something: "You said this selection is the final one? How did you know?"

She knew from the nun that this selection would be her last, but this should not be revealed to the other children, and she never told anyone else.

"It's my seed of light. It allows me to hear some complex sounds. Especially when the light from the lighthouse goes down, I can hear what many monks are saying. I haven't reported it yet, and I don't plan to report it." The calm boy before spoke.

"So, Tao Zhi, your seed has taken root and sprouted." Doris looked at him and nodded.

Mora had calmed down and looked at Doris with a complicated expression: "We don't want to participate in the upcoming selection."

“It’s not up to us.”

"So we wanted to escape."

Doris's breathing stopped instantly.

No one reacted, only Zheng Fan uttered an "oh" with a rising tone that no one heard.

Doris moved in front of Mora like an instant and grabbed her throat.

The others immediately stepped forward and tried their best to hold Doris, but Doris did not move at all, causing these people to be as pitiful as hanging on Doris.

"Doris! Calm down!"

"Mora still trusts you! That's why I wanted to tell you this!"

"Asshole! Let go!"

Everyone was talking about it, but fortunately Doris did not kill anyone, and Zheng counter-testified that it was just that Xiaoyang's emotions were a little out of control just now.

It's like being poked at a sore spot.

Doris looked at Mora and found that the girl who had just questioned her was being strangled by her neck, but she did not resist fiercely, and the look in her eyes when she looked at her seemed so helpless and pitiful.

She let go of his hand absentmindedly.

Then she angrily threw everyone else who was pulling her to the ground and straightened her skirt.

"This sounds familiar, doesn't it?" Mora covered her neck, her voice hoarse.

……

"Let's all escape together! Doris, do you want to come?"

……

A gentle voice and a nostalgic figure flashed through her mind, and Doris turned her head away: "You can't escape... Children can't defeat adults, and lambs can't resist shepherds."

A puppet can never become a human being.

In the end, all the warmth and beauty turned into meaningless bubbles.

There is no black freedom outside the white sheepfold.

If everything becomes an illusion, can it be called freedom...

(End of this chapter)