Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 128 Extension and Arrangement

No. 19 Black Suburb, Blackwood Town.

Tikman looked at the neglected yard at home, but he couldn't muster the energy to clean it.

Even though the world seems to alternate between day and night as usual, some delicate flowers and plants find it difficult to thrive even if the climate is suitable.

He asked and found out that if he wanted to grow flowers and plants normally, he would need to apply for additional equipment.

Forget it, it’s just a waste of time to add on my working hours.

After standing in the yard for a while, he heard the sound of the door opening. Knowing that it was his wife who had returned, he immediately went back to greet her.

"Honey, have you completed your work handover?" asked Tikman.

"It's over." Tickman's wife was a virtuous and gentle lady. Even though her face had more wrinkles due to age, it did not completely conceal the beauty of her past.

"Great. We should have been given extra hours for the handover work. Sorry, I'm just too excited to get out of this damn place right away..."

As he spoke, his wife came close and hugged him: "I know, we all know."

"I'm sorry, damn it. It's all my fault that you have to stay here with me..." Tikman's eyes were red. In the past few years, except for working hours, he couldn't help but blame himself for this matter.

There are many people in the capital who have been wrongly accused for various reasons. Of course, their criminal records may not be completely clean, but the white world does not mean that the people in it are spotless.

Maybe they shouldn't be here. But at the same time, escaping from prison, staying away from enemies, coming here to fight, and then going back a few years later to clean up everything and join the white world, becoming a formal citizen of the metropolis, this is also an option.

Tikman succeeded, but he knew that without the support of his wife, he would not have been able to hold on all these years.

Suddenly, his home phone rang.

Tickman picked up the phone excitedly, hoping to hear a voice informing him when his family could move out.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Tickman."

Sorry to start with, this is not very optimistic. Tikman's joy faded, and he asked anxiously: "Excuse me, what's wrong? There is absolutely no problem with my information!"

"I'm sorry, there is no problem with your information. This is not your problem. Blackwood Town and the surrounding defense lines will be under lockdown for the next period of time. For the safety of personnel, we will restrict entry and exit. Your departure time will be delayed... Of course, you don't need to participate in the work during this period, just wait quietly. Don't worry, it's just a technical adjustment."

"This... This shouldn't happen. I haven't seen my child for three years and haven't even heard his voice. This..."

"Please calm down, Mr. Tickman. What you have done does not mean you have disappeared, but your return will be delayed. Do you understand?" The operator's tone was calm, or even indifferent.

However, the other party did not hang up the phone immediately, which might be considered as patience.

"Is there really no other way? I know I can only follow the aircraft that transports the supplies. If the next flight is delayed, I might be stranded here for another six months!"

"I'm sorry, but we can't do anything... Oh, wait a minute, someone has applied for access to the frequency band."

Soon, another voice said, "Hi, Tikman."

"Ryan!" Tikman shouted excitedly.

"I heard about your difficulties. In fact, I knew about it a week before you did. We were so overwhelmed with the matter that we were unable to inform you."

"Can you help me?"

"Of course, that's why I'm here. In fact, there will be a nearby aircraft that will leave Blackwood Town and return to Dadu within the deadline. You can take this one."

"Really?!"

"Yeah, it's just a matter of adding more people to the entourage. It's not a problem. Remember what I said? I wish you happiness. I mean it, man."

"Ryan... God, I actually think your coffee is pretty good."

"Forget it. It sounds like you are mocking me now. Anyway, pack your things in the next few days. Of course, I don't think you have much to pack. Someone will take you to the monastery when the time comes."

"The monastery?" "Yes, that aircraft is the monastery's private aircraft. You just need to follow the instructions. Don't look around or think too much when you get there. After that, take a nap on the aircraft and you will be home."

Without further ado, Ryan hung up the phone after explaining everything.

Tikman put down the receiver and looked out the window blankly.

One of the windows of his house looked out towards the lighthouse on the distant hill and the vague black building vaguely visible under the lighthouse.

……

Doris was using a broom to sweep the blood stains on the ground that couldn't be swept away at all. Not to mention the ground, the broom itself was stained with blood stains that couldn't be washed away.

However, the nun punished her by sending her here to sweep the floor, which was a completely blind eye to her behavior. It was just a token of her appreciation.

She looked out the window at the young lambs being trained in combat techniques.

For Doris, fighting and killing are easy things. As long as she gets through the initial period of exploration, she will soon mature.

In her opinion, training and practice are more about honing one's mentality.

No matter how strong a person is, if he does not realize what he can do with his strength, his performance will be very limited.

The nun said that children who can make the Seed of Light shine are all geniuses without exception. What they need is not strict mechanical training, but delicate care.

I just don't know how many seeds the nun thinks are worth protecting, apart from her.

Her eyes turned to the freckled boy, Nim.

This boy's seeds grow very fast and must be rated at a relatively high level in terms of seed rating.

However, his movements were clumsy and he couldn't let go, so he was easily knocked down by the monk teacher who was sparring with him.

Compared to the stumbling lambs, the veterans who were some distance away were much more powerful. Most of the monks and teachers could not keep up with the strength of the children with seeds at this stage, so they were all practicing against each other.

However, this exercise is no longer mandatory.

The time of selection is approaching, and the nun will relax her control over the monastery.

I don’t know if it can be considered a form of hospice care.

Thinking of this, she put down the broom and went downstairs.

Just as she reached the corner of the stairs, she actually saw an exquisite black violin on the ground. It was shiny and looked very valuable.

"Do I look like a fool?" Doris then managed to utter.

The violin turned back into Zheng Fan's appearance: "A bit like that."

The lamb trapping plan failed.

"You're back so soon this time? It's only been two days." Doris said.

Zheng Fan clapped his hands in satisfaction upon hearing this: "As expected of Binary Sister! It looks like the ceremony was a success!"

Doris: “What are you talking about?”

"I'm talking about my omnipotent Unit-1."