Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 124 Disband

Zheng Fan didn't know whether every time he traveled through dreams he would need to consume a singularity. If so, then he might not be able to go this time.

There haven't been any additional singularities since my last time traveling through time. I just hope the tolls aren't too high.

After looking at the fragments of his own sky again, he went through the same process as before, but this time he remained awake throughout the whole process and did not fall into a sleepwalking state again.

When you take a final look at the colorful world, you can feel that familiar star flickering, as if you have unlocked the map.

It seems that a channel that has been opened once does not need to consume the singularity to be opened again. Zheng Fan can feel the existence of an ambiguous connection there, so he takes action directly.

Still feeling weightless and falling, Zheng Fan began to fall.

……

The monastery, the room filled with incense seemed a little misty, and the violin melody was harmonious and soothing. It was a pity that there was no one listening in the huge room, and not many people in this monastery would appreciate it.

But even if someone doesn't understand music, if they could hear this kind of melody, they might choose to stop and listen.

However, as the music progressed, the melody by the window became increasingly impatient and wild, the bow seemed to cut the strings, and the figure in the dark blue dress swayed in the candlelight.

The figure reflected on the wall lost its original outline as the candlelight swayed and the increasingly frantic string music played.

Until the clock hand reached zero, the bell rang, interrupting this process of "alienation".

The violin playing stopped abruptly.

Doris watched the clock continue to tick silently, not knowing whether to blame it for its "ruthlessness".

She was panting and putting her body and soul into the performance, causing beads of sweat to appear on her body.

He put down the violin in his hand and prepared to pack up.

"Although I don't know much about music, I know some repertoire but I don't have any special taste in performance. However, my hearing tells me that your level should be very high."

The sudden words in the room caused Doris to pause in her packing.

A figure appeared in the candlelight that only she could see.

Compared to her interrupted "alienation", the existence before her eyes itself made the candlelight shake violently as if it was afraid of its existence, and the shadow formed was so dark that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Doris glanced at Zheng Fan out of the corner of her eye and continued to pack: "I thought you wouldn't come."

"Isn't it just one day? Xiaoyang, are you the type who is afraid of loneliness?" Zheng Fanpiao was floating in the air, looking at the doll-like girl in front of him with amusement.

Doris put the violin into the case: "Little lamb... is it calling me?"

"I know a little sheep named Dolly who left a deep impression on me."

"Is it just because the names sound similar?"

"Yes."

"…I don't care. But you've been gone for two weeks."

"What?" Zheng Fan was stunned. "Is the time flow rate so different?"

Lin Yilin once said that time and space in different worlds are different. The extra number 30 and the non-existent number 31 in the gray block of reality are a manifestation of this.

For those who slept soundly that night, they just slept an ordinary night, but for those who stayed awake during that period, they experienced an extra day that might be very thrilling.

Kiyono Koji just said that he and Kitsune were once lost in the foggy world for a month, but when they came back they found themselves in reality only a few days later.

This difference in time flow rate is not fixed and will fluctuate back and forth within a range.

If the difference is too big, most cities seem to have ways to balance the time of those traveling back and forth, and they are quite experienced in this regard.

Zheng Fan really didn't expect that after waking up from a day's sleep, he came back to find that Doris had been here for two weeks.

Is this black world jumping so fast?
"Forget it, it doesn't matter. As long as I don't come back one day and find that you have become an old woman or have been buried, I can still accept it." Zheng Fan waved his hand and said.

Doris asked, "Hallucinations, would you be picky about this?"

"I'm special. Why should I put myself in a difficult position when I have the conditions? I'm fed up with my low-level body. It's as uncomfortable as putting on a straitjacket." Zheng Fan yawned.

Yawning in a dream, is that an achievement?
"Is that so? Even if I give you my body, I probably won't be able to satisfy you." "What do you mean?"

Doris put the violin case away and said, "How can a body that is already deeply constrained bring freedom to others?"

Zheng Fan looked at her, not knowing what to say for a moment.

I discovered when we first met that this child is sometimes very literary, with a melancholy doll-like temperament that gives people a magical and unreal feeling.

Is it that the environment has deprived her of what she deserves, or is she born this way?

A naturally ruthless person... This reminded Zheng Fan of an old acquaintance whom he didn't like very much in his previous life.

"This incense is too strong." He changed the subject and looked at the smoky room.

"I like it this way when I play." Doris went up and changed the incense. The smell became much fresher and no longer so hazy.

“Usuqila can make people excited and help me find the melody and sense of presence better,” she said.

"what is that?"

"The main ingredient of the incense just now is a plant. If you inhale too much pollen after it blooms, it seems to cause hallucinations and death. It is somewhat dangerous, but the tiny amount of this incense is still within the safe range."

“…Luckily it’s just incense.”

As he was speaking, Zheng Fan saw Doris actually walking towards the door.

"Isn't it midnight now? What else are you going to do?" Zheng Fan asked curiously.

Doris didn't reply, she pushed open the door and left the room. Zheng Fan could only pretend to be a standard ghost and follow her to see what she was going to do.

In the monastery late at night, through the dim lights, the bloodstains left in the corridor suddenly looked even more eerie and terrifying.

Doris walked quickly on the carpet in the corridor without making any sound. She "floated" past in her dress and looked even more like a ghost than Zheng Fan.

Finally, she came to a small door in the corner of the corridor.

The door was very small, obviously not a normal door in a house, and it was probably abandoned and forgotten. The new paint on the wall had covered the door, and considering its remote location, it was hard to notice. Even Doris had to bend down and move sideways to enter.

Zheng Fan noticed the subtle sound coming from inside the door.

Doris knocked on the door gently, and the sound from inside the door suddenly disappeared. After a pause, there was still no movement, so Doris knocked on the door again, but this time it seemed to use a different rhythm.

As a result, there was a response from inside and someone came over and opened the door.

He was a child who looked about eighteen years old, with curly brown hair, freckles on his face, and wearing a simple white dress.

"Doris, you're here again!"

“…” Doris looked at him silently.

The boy was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say. He could only wave his hand: "Come in quickly! Don't let anyone find out!"

Doris then walked in.

Following Doris inside, Zheng Fan found that it was a small abandoned storage room as he expected. Although the storage room itself was small, the internal walls were broken a lot, resulting in the mezzanine inside the wall being empty, which provided a good area.

It was a bit dirty and messy, with about ten people gathered inside, all wearing the same style of white clothes. They were of different ages, basically covering the age range of all the children in the monastery.

They have lights on here, and judging from the traces, it seems like they are playing games?
Writing lyrics on the ground and walls, drawing graffiti, etc.

"Doris is here!" the boy said, clapping his hands happily.

Most of the children here don't seem happy about this, and some even look at them with caution.

"Is her coming something to be happy about?" one of the girls asked unhappily.

"Yeah, she's definitely going to say that again, like a robot." Another older boy laughed sarcastically.

"But..." The freckled boy wanted to speak for Doris, but Doris patted him lightly on the shoulder.

Doris said, "They are right. I am here to warn you all: please disband and do not do this kind of thing in the monastery anymore."

(End of this chapter)