Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 107 Fucking Concert
The girl completely ignored Zheng Fan's meaning and quickened her pace towards the monastery.

Zheng Fan followed him slowly, like a sleazy old man following a girl. No, he was.

He didn't quite understand what kind of situation he was in. He followed the induction and came here in his sleep, and then fell into this world.

Judging from the familiar feeling, he judged that he was right in the black world.

It is probably a part of the deep black world, at least it is in the vein of the black world.

Although he was not surprised that there were people in the black world, after all, Luo Ye’s situation had already shown that Dadu must have the means to travel back and forth to the black world.

However, the style of this town looks quite cozy, and the somewhat pastoral scenery is quite different from his expectations.

Originally, Zheng Fan was thinking that the depths of the black world was a hellish scene with monsters running rampant everywhere.

The result seems to be not so bad, people can live and build settlements here.

The main language in this settlement seems to be English, which is no problem for Zheng Fan.

I don’t know what the specific differences are between the illusions here and the illusions in reality. Zheng Fan just landed next to the monastery. He just glanced down when he was in the sky and vaguely saw some black spots scattered in this world.

There are very few black spots on the edge of the town. Now it seems that this is probably because of the lighthouse.

As for his current state, he should still be asleep.

After a simple test, he was surprised to find that he seemed to have turned into a traditional ghost!

First, he can float in the air like a soul without any shapeshifting or super powers.

It sounded like he had gotten worse, because now he couldn't even keep his feet on the ground for some unknown reason.

But in fact, here, as long as he wanted, he could touch something directly.

He reached out and gently touched the wall beside him, feeling the rough texture in return. He could also gently move stones on the roadside, and even pick them up and throw them. But he still couldn't touch any living thing.

The power was also very weak, almost the same as when he used his property ability to put on gloves in reality, or even weaker, not much stronger than a child.

However, consuming singularities can temporarily increase output.

This is good news, but unfortunately he has already burned a large number of singularities in order to travel here, and now the inventory is very pitiful and he cannot use it recklessly.

Zheng Fan was still unclear whether this ghostly state was caused by sleep or was unique to being in the depths of the black world.

But after roughly sorting out the situation, he began to look for people out of habit.

He had no idea what it was that brought him here, but he had a hunch that a new machine might be coming online.

Just like that, after waiting here for a while, another cute girl came to my door.

"Respond, I'm not having some suspicious hallucination." Zheng Fan hung upside down in front of the girl with his hands in his pockets.

But the girl's pupils focused directly on Zheng Fan, completely ignoring Zheng Fan's existence.

Although I don't know why the hallucination could cross the cordon, cross the light of the lighthouse, and even invade all the way to the monastery, these things are not important for the time being.

She couldn't respond to the hallucination. Because she was lax in the monastery, she subconsciously turned her head and let the other party get entangled with her.

If she overestimated the other party's ability to break into the monastery, she couldn't even tell the truth easily. If her act of telling the truth was regarded as definite feedback, then this hallucination might invade her body before anyone could react.

She quickly returned to her room, locked the door, drew the curtains, turned on the phonograph next to her to continue playing soothing music, and finally sat down at the desk with her head down and closed her eyes.

Made a prayer gesture.

This girl's anti-hallucination awareness is really strong, much stronger than Jiang Si's, although Jiang Si was also forced by the situation at that time.

Zheng Fan thought about it, looked at her desk, and found what should be her name on several books: "Doris?" Of course the girl did not respond.

Seeing this, Zheng turned his attention to the phonograph beside him.

The phonograph's originally soothing sound suddenly became full of noise, and then the tune became low and strange. Finally, a slightly sharp singing came out:
"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down~..."

Doris's eyebrows twitched slightly, but still no response.

"Don't you like this one? Then let's change it. Do you understand Chinese? I'm better at this." Zheng Fan poked his head out of the record player and blocked his face against the speaker of the record player, looking very weird.

"Dad's dad is called Grandpa~..."

Doris: “…”

"Oh, you're so stubborn. Now I can only sing more, right?" Zheng Fan rubbed his hands, feeling a little excited.

Doris vaguely felt that Zheng Fan just suddenly got excited and wanted to find an excuse to sing.

All kinds of songs that Doris had heard, seemed to have heard, and had never heard of at all, from the original nursery rhymes, to pop music, heavy metal, and suddenly turned to classical music.

Even if it was a concert, Doris couldn't understand what was going on.

Musical hallucination?

The thing that made Doris sweat the most was.

When this illusion becomes serious, it sounds pretty nice...

Finally, after Zheng Fan finished playing "Moonlight", the room was suddenly filled with applause and cheers.

Doris was stunned at first, then she realized: This applause was also created by this illusion itself!
Although the song was indeed excellent and made her want to applaud, it would be better to say that if there really was an illusion, using a work of this level to seduce people would be a huge expense.

But she still held back.

"Thank you! Thank you everyone!" Then Zheng Fan held the gramophone, bowed to the non-existent audience with red eyes and tears, and then held the gramophone high as if holding a trophy.

Cheers and applause belong to the talented Mr. Zheng Fan! His songs bring the color of music to this black and boring world! He enjoys and loves music! At an inhuman age, he has reached a height in the alien world that no one can reach, let alone illusions!
The award speeches were read out in a set manner, even though Doris had no idea what was going on.

Why are the awards being given out all of a sudden?

Wasn't there a concert just now?

And put down my phonograph!
Doris glanced at Zheng Fan a few times out of the corner of her eye, but Zheng Fan was completely immersed in his own world of music, and his windbreaker had turned into a neat and elegant tuxedo.

Doris began to wonder:

Is this illusion really still trying to seduce her?

dong dong!

Until there was a sudden knock on the door.

Doris looked towards the door, and in an instant, the phonograph that had just been treated as a trophy returned to the cabinet, and the illusion seemed to have disappeared.

It was as if the concert and award ceremony just now were all hallucinations.

No, that's an illusion!

"Doris, are you in the room?" an old voice came from outside.

"I'm here, Sister." The voice brought back Doris's somewhat confused consciousness. She walked to the door and opened it. Outside the door was the old nun who had given the speech before.

(End of this chapter)