Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 132 Rehearsal
Today is the day we have booked to leave.

Tikman looked at the things he and his wife had packed, and in the end there was only a small box. He and his wife had come here without bringing anything for three years.

Now that I'm leaving, there's nothing left to take with me.

With nothing more to remember during his time here, he and his wife got into the black van parked at the door of his house.

The roads in Heimu Town are quite bumpy, and the riding experience is not much better.

But none of this could affect Tikman's inner excitement.

The familiar scenery outside the window was gradually forgotten. Holding his wife's hand tightly, he watched the lighthouse that he had only seen for a long time and the nightmarish monastery gradually approaching.

He looked at the monastery through the car window and found that many children had come out of the monastery and were scattered in every corner of the monastery.

But they don't look like they're just taking a breath or playing.

He saw a child hiding in a big tree, keeping watch on the surroundings.

He saw children climbing walls and running across rooftops, quickly disappearing from his sight.

He saw a child standing alone in an open space with his hand raised. Holding a white crossbow, he shot an arrow through several falling leaves without relying on vision.

These children are not playing at all, but more like child soldiers preparing for an impending war.

The scenes he had seen before, the mountains of corpses and seas of blood of those children, resurfaced in his mind and made him shudder.

Tikman withdrew his gaze and glanced at the rearview mirror inside the car. He noticed that the driver was looking at him from time to time, so he also closed his eyes and stopped looking around.

The car drove into the building below the lighthouse and directly connected to the lighthouse.

Finally, it stopped in a dim warehouse.

The driver got out of the car and led Tikman along a long road. Everyone Tikman met along the way looked in a hurry.

Although most of the people here were wearing monk's clothes, they all held guns for self-defense, and the things they were transporting out seemed to be various weapons.

On the road he saw chariots passing by, carrying large quantities of artillery, and armed men ready for battle.

The children in the monastery were making "war preparations", and these mostly official people seemed even more so. They looked even more nervous than the children.

This made Tikman feel quite puzzled.

What exactly are we preparing to fight?
At this time, Tikman saw an old nun who was walking unsteadily, and people were worried that she might fall down without help. He had gradually gotten used to the fact that different people in this place had completely different styles, so he was not surprised to see this old nun.

"Sister." The guide greeted.

Tikman realized that the old nun, whom he thought was frail, seemed to have a high status here. He met so many people along the way, but he didn't see the guide greet anyone in particular.

The old nun nodded and said, "Just prepare for the reception in the rear. The people in Dadu are too impatient. They can't wait until the day when the flowers bloom and bear fruit."

"This training place... sorry, it's a monastery. It's been a long time since they produced lamplighters. The relevant sponsors attach great importance to the finished product, so it must be delivered as soon as possible." said the guide.

The old nun shook her head. "I don't mean to blame you. I understand that I delayed too long. When the time comes, I will board the aircraft with the finished product I want and return to Dadu."

As she spoke, she looked at Tikman behind her: "This is..."

"Oh, a worker stranded here. His return shift has been delayed because of the selection. He hopes to go home early." The guide stopped there.

Hearing this, the old nun said meaningfully: "Go home, it's good to go home... I hope you can be reunited with your family soon."

After saying that, she continued to walk away with a bumpy step.

Tikman was a little confused and felt something was wrong.

"Tsk." The guide smacked his lips unhappily, then said, "Don't mind, the old man is a little weird, just follow him."

Finally, they saw the huge aircraft they were going to take. At this time, the aircraft was undergoing pre-flight inspection and preparation, and Tikman needed to wait.

He only needed to wait for the permission from the maintenance personnel to board the aircraft. "Dear... we will be back soon." He took the initiative to speak, as if to relieve the depressing atmosphere along the way.

"Hmm..." the wife's voice responded from behind.

"Haha, after all, I've been here for so many years, so I do feel a little sentimental when I leave. I just saw a lot of children at the monastery, about the same age... Well, it's been three years, so Nim isn't young anymore."

"We can't bring him to a place like this." Tikman was talking to himself more than having a conversation.

"Leaving him alone at a relative's house, without any contact, I hope he doesn't hate us..."

“Tickman…” The wife’s voice was a little hesitant.

"Ok?"

"I just saw Nim."

Tikman's breathing stopped instantly, his eyes widened, and his mind immediately recalled the abnormal children in the monastery just now.

"You...are you kidding me? Don't scare me. Hahaha, haha..."

The wife didn't say anything.

The sounds of footsteps coming and going all around mixed together, ringing in Tickman's ears like an air raid sirens.

"Water World is approaching. It is not expected to cause overlap, but abnormal rainfall may occur. All units please pay attention." An announcement sounded over the overhead broadcast.

……

It should have been daytime, but the sky had darkened significantly. A cold wind blew, bringing a hint of chill, but the children who possessed the seeds of light did not feel anything.

A drop of rain fell to the ground, and then attracted more companions.

A light rain fell in Heimu Town.

Some children called it bad luck, while others thought that this rare rain was a symbol of luck.

Next to the lighthouse, the area illuminated by a beam of light from the light source of the lighthouse is also heavily guarded.

The rain fell from the sky, passed through the light curtain, went straight down, passed through a deep pit, and finally fell into a dark deep well.

Whispers were heard from the black well.

……

The room was filled with smoke from the burning Usuchila incense, and a phonograph without a record played piano melodies, accompanied by the piano and the sound of violin strings.

The performer had no expression on her face and no passion, making it difficult to feel alive, but the melody she played was so intense and rapid, that inside that body, monkeys stretched out their claws and wild horses dropped their iron hooves, they struggled out and tumbled in the melody.

Raindrops hit the window, and the sound of rain, piano, and violin together create a strange melody.

Boom!
This time, it was not the wall clock in the room, but the big bell in the monastery that rang, interrupting the passionate performance.

Doris paused, then began to clean up silently.

After putting the violin into the case, Doris did not store it but carried it on her back.

"The song is finished and the rehearsal is going well," she said, coming to the door.

He looked back into the house again.

She found it difficult to part with every corner of the room where she had lived for so long, but in the end, she just bowed silently towards the room.

"Wish me happiness."

(End of this chapter)