Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 164 Death Concert

……

At this time, at the corner of the street, a few people who were wandering around in the middle of the night happened to see Tikman walking into the building.

"Hey! Look, isn't that Tikman?"

"What is Tikman's... huh? It really is!"

They quickly hid to avoid being discovered: "Shouldn't he be in jail now?"

"Yeah, I heard that he was imprisoned because he was against the Changsheng Society. Could he have escaped from prison now?"

"...Do you think the Changsheng Society knows about this?"

"Whether we know or not, we can help ask."

These people smiled sinisterly.

They were all born in the gray area, only Tickman sometimes acted righteous. As a result, he was doing better than them, got married, got busy at work but his life was improving steadily, and he could even afford to send his children to school.

This is really unacceptable!
They don't mind taking advantage of someone's misfortune by just making a phone call.

"Who is that woman following him? It's too far and too dark to see clearly. My beauty radar tells me she is very beautiful."

"You came right after you released your orgasm. That's enough. Take care of your lower body!"

"Oh my god, did she just glance at us?"

"Stop it, it's so dark, what can she see from such a distance?"

……

Enter the apartment building and walk up the narrow and steep stairs that are unique to this type of building to save space.

The Tikmans lived quite high up, and people who didn't exercise often would be out of breath after walking down like this. Nim, the child, was full of energy. I don't know if he was used to such exercise since he was a child, or if it was because of the basic blessing of the Seed of Light.

He suppressed his excitement and returned to his doorstep.

But when he saw the obvious dents and carvings on his door, all his joy was washed away, leaving only shock, anger and fear.

He knocked on the door quickly: "Clea! Clea! It's me, Tikman! Are you there? Clea!"

"There has never been such a thing before..." Nim stood there at a loss, and Doris patted her shoulder to comfort her.

Zheng Fan took a look and walked in directly, and found that the house was in a mess, and it was obviously broken into. The house was not big to begin with, and all the storage spaces visible to the naked eye were opened, and all the valuable things were taken away.

It can be said that it was completely looted.

Deep in the bedroom, a woman was hiding in the closet, huddled in fear.

It took her a while to recover from her fear and worry, and she recognized the familiar voice outside the door.

But she was still unsure, after all, she was hiding so deep in the house that she couldn't hear clearly.

It was not until she heard Nim's voice again that she could no longer bear it and rushed out of the closet. She bumped into the bedroom door when she opened it on the way, but she ignored the pain and ran to the door of her home.

"...Nim? Tikman?" she responded cautiously.

"Oh my God, Clea, my dear, thank God you are still here. What happened? Someone came to see you? I should have asked someone to take care of you, how could this happen..." Tikman was relieved when he heard his beloved wife's voice.

At this time, the door was already opened.

He saw his long-cherished wife.

Unlike the imaginary wife who had been with him for three years, his real wife was not living well at all. She looked haggard, with more wrinkles on her face, and it was obvious that she had not groomed herself for a long time.

Claire looked at her husband, whom she had not seen for three years, with tears in her eyes.

Nim couldn't help but rush forward and throw himself into his mother's arms.

"Nim! It's great that you're back! I'm sorry that mom didn't take good care of you! I've been looking for you, always..." Claya hugged Nim tightly, and then hugged Tikman.

Although the situation seems far from stable and even dangerous.

But at least at this moment, the family of three was successfully reunited.

Doris watched this scene without saying anything, but her eyes showed that she was still a little absent-minded.

Zheng Fan unknowingly returned to her side: "Do you envy others for having a warm family?"

Doris nodded and shook her head: "I don't know, it's complicated. After all, I have never experienced this feeling. I grew up in an orphanage, and it was a lifeless orphanage."

"It seems that I still think about it." Zheng Fan said, "Many times, when people grow up and find roles that are missing in their lives, they will transfer them to others to find other sustenance. It can be said to be a kind of comfort."

"That might be the nun," Doris said, "even though it was only on the surface, and even though I've killed her...but the days when she taught me so carefully, I still think of her from time to time."

"I understand. The only person who has ever cared for you in your life is that old man." Zheng Fan shrugged and said casually while looking at the family of three in front of him, "But now you are free. If you want something, you can try to find it yourself."

Doris clenched the puppet in her hand and looked at Zheng Fan with shining eyes.

want……

"I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay! Now tell me what happened, I'll let Bidok take care of you, he should be able to do it!" Tikman's inner fear was relieved, followed by anger.

"It's not Bidok's fault, dear. He has always taken good care of us. Didn't Nim tell you?" Claire comforted.

Nim nodded: “Uncle Bidok is very kind to us.”

Hearing this, Tikman calmed his mind. Yes, Nim said that Bidok had indeed taken good care of them as he had entrusted before he left, and it had been like this for the past three years.

"But Bidok said some time ago that he was involved in some things and couldn't come to take care of us often. He asked us to leave here for a while and rented a temporary house for us in the White City. He hasn't contacted us since then." Claire said.

Tikman frowned. "Then why are you still here? Just you and Nim. How dangerous is this?"

"Because Nim is missing." Claire hugged Nim again and said fearfully.

The resentment and confusion that had just arisen suddenly disappeared, and only self-blame and sadness were left in Tikman's heart.

Tickman hugged his wife and son, not knowing what to say for a moment.

It probably means when it rains it pours. It's all his fault that he couldn't protect them personally.

"Those people were here before. I discovered it in advance and hid somewhere else in the building, so I escaped. But they robbed everything in my house..." "They are all bastards, damn them!"

Just then, the sound of an engine was heard outside. Doris went to the window in the corridor and looked down, and saw a van driving over.

"Someone is coming, you go in first." Doris reminded calmly, and hung the puppet around her waist, pulling it gently to make sure it wouldn't fall off because of the next action.

"What?" The whole family was a little frightened, but Tickman did not hesitate and immediately took his wife and children back into the house. At Doris's signal, he closed the door and hid.

Before closing the door, Tikman said to Doris, "Thank you!"

Doris shook her head slightly.

boom.

The door was closed and Doris was about to go downstairs when she heard the clattering sound of footsteps.

"Are these the enemies of Tikman who were called by the gangsters on the street corner earlier? Which gang is so idle that they come in the middle of the night when they are called? Don't they sleep?" Zheng Fan leaned half of his body out of the window to look.

"Maybe there's something to do nearby."

Doris said, already standing at the stairs.

Several gang members were just below, and their eyes lit up when they saw Doris. No matter if they were serious or not, when they saw Doris's great face, they would never say it was ugly even if they didn't feel anything for it. This was the value of the lamb puppet.

"Yes, it's her. She came back with Tikman!" the gangster in the team pointed.

"It's only right that I stop by after delivering the goods!"

The gang members came forward with joy.

Then they saw Doris kick up with a whip kick that was difficult for them to see with their naked eyes, hitting the head of the person closest to her.

Bang! Snap!

Then, the man's head was kicked away, and his body fell down. The people following behind him quickly dodged.

"This is a tricky idea! Let's do it together!" Unexpectedly, the head that fell to the side could still speak. He cursed a few times and then shouted.

Doris took a curious look, then faced a crowd of people swarming over her.

In a narrow corridor, even the most powerful masters cannot fight against many enemies alone, as the space does not support this. Of course, that is under normal circumstances.

Doris's hands moved quickly, and anyone who approached her was slapped or punched before they could even draw their weapons or take action.

The sheer physical disparity and the disadvantages of space are also reflected in this group of people themselves, as too many people will block them.

A man jumped over the wall of people and slashed at Doris with a machete. But she didn't even look at him, and broke the blade with a wave of her hand, then grabbed his head and pulled it away.

You could hear the sound of muscles tearing and bones breaking, and Doris twisted his head off with just a swing, and then smashed it into another person's head.

In the blink of an eye, the corridor was filled with people, and Doris had nowhere to stand.

"How could it be? They're not dead." Although these people seemed to have collapsed, Doris did not ignore their vital signs.

Even if she chopped off a few heads, their vital reactions would only be reduced to the minimum, rather than disappearing and turning into corpses.

"The smell of hallucination." Zheng Fan commented from the side.

The corpses soon struggled to get up again.

"An illusion?" she whispered.

Before the corpses stood up, Doris jumped out, broke the window next to her, did a gorgeous backflip in mid-air, showing off her beautiful body curves perfectly for a moment, and then flipped over and fell down.

Her sandals made crisp sounds as she stepped on the ground. She raised her hand to open the trunk of the car she came in and took out her violin case.

The back of the guitar case opened, and a dark sword of light poked out.

Suddenly, she hesitated: "Mr. Music, help me."

"how?"

"There are so many people nearby, I'm afraid of accidental injuries."

"Good lamb, I'll satisfy you."

Zheng Fan did not refuse, and completed the possession as soon as he finished speaking.

"Doris"'s dull expression suddenly turned into a smile, and her shadow was split into two under the dim street light. As tears fell, the green in her eyes was covered with gray.

"I'm not in a good mood today, just for a moment." With a laugh, "Doris" raised the rapier in front of her.

The track starts to jump, with a lot of glitches stretching and shrinking restlessly.

sizzle-

The twisted and broken notes were generated and broken again, condensing on the rapier in the process of going back and forth.

Finally, wave and play.

The unpleasant music cut through the night sky. For most people, it was just an unreal auditory hallucination. The harsh music made everyone who was sleeping unable to escape an unpleasant nightmare.

And the real audience, these undead gang members, seemed to be placed in a concert hall with an ominous black color as the main color in the blink of an eye.

Their souls were filled with confusion, and they even forgot to move.

Looking at the pale curtain on the stage, the angel-like figure with a sweet smile played the unpleasant requiem, guiding this group of lost lambs.

When the song ended, she opened her arms, saluted gracefully, and opened her red lips:

"Go to hell."

Enthusiastic applause resounded throughout the concert hall!
The audience were infected for some reason, they only knew that this was the ugliest and most beautiful sound they had ever heard. Even if their hands were sore from clapping, their lives came to an end and their souls perished, they would still offer their cheers and forget everything about themselves.

At the end of this short concert.

The corridor of the dilapidated apartment building was already empty, without even a trace of blood left.

(End of this chapter)