Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 165 "Musicians"

Doris slowly returned to the Tickmans' house carrying the violin case.

These gang members just made such a big fuss, but the people around them didn't make any movement, and no one even poked their heads out to take a look out of curiosity.

However, Doris could hear that there were actually quite a few noises in those houses, but the people who had lived here would have come to check after midnight because of other noises.

What's going on in the house with all the fighting going on outside? Are you tired of living and want to go out and take a look?
Maybe because he had enjoyed the snail noodles so much today, Zheng was not obsessed with spending some time in leisure after getting the body.

Doris's power did not weaken after leaving the black suburbs. As pseudo-pure white factors, these children's power would be difficult to use in the white and gray world.

The pure white factor itself cannot shine in the white world, and the light seed that imitates the pure white factor is even dimmer, and is restricted even in the gray blocks.

But Doris and Gao Song did not have this problem. It was just that Gao Song was not that thorough, while Doris was not affected by the world differences at all.

The similarity between the two is obvious: they are both hallucinations.

In a sense, the seeds of light of the two have been dyed by darkness and developed into another form.

However, Doris and Gao Song naturally didn't feel anything about this matter.

If I don't become a lamp bearer, wouldn't it be more convenient for the seed of light to grow like this?

"I have a feeling about the song just now. I want to expand on it." Doris suddenly said on the way.

Although Doris's Light Seed Fruit is in the form of a rapier, its deeper application is all mental influence. The performance of imagery unfolding is similar to panic hallucinations.

Originally, she couldn't do this, she could only form lines and notes to assist, and then rely on "playing" to pull others into the battle. If the listener understood or even resonated with her, it would be directly effective.

Just like when she fought the old nun, the old nun was hit hard by her full-strength performance because she instantly understood Doris's love and hatred for her in "Ending the Monastery".

Under the influence of Zheng Fan's transformation, this "slow and measured" ability has become much more violent. Although she can't carry people into the concert hall like Zheng Fan did, and even let people who don't know the reason cheer for it, she can now rely on the discordant music of pure catharsis to instill further lethality.

These are two options.

She can still take her time like before, or she can overwhelm the opponent with one song.

The difference is that the former has richer emotions, and may be useful in many situations. Maybe a resonance can directly reach the opponent's heart, and the upper limit is higher. The latter can only achieve ordinary mental damage in Doris's hands, but it does not require any preparation.

For Zheng Fan, the latter is completely enough. The numerical monster's main attack is a powerful brick flying. Who can withstand the bottom line of the anti uncle? Do you think you are a sparrow?
But Doris still wanted to stick to her original method and use the convenience of the latter as an aid.

However, she could also intercept some notes from Zheng Fan's broken songs and use them for her own purposes.

Since Doris's power is closely related to her musical ability, Zheng Fan seemed to have taken some of it when he transformed and copied her.

Zheng Fan's musical sense seemed to be very high in the first place, and after it became an illusion, it was even deepened in a way that he himself did not know or understand.

According to the search results of the almighty Lin Yilin Encyclopedia, it is related to the psychological and emotional expression of Dadu. Artistic expression can transcend the barriers of the world. In a sense, ritualists like Lin Yilin are like this, but they are more rational and fragmented.

The most common artists are painters.

There are only a few people with such talent. The colors that the painter is good at match the colors of the world, so it is relatively easy for him to be touched.

The case of musicians is less so, and even less so of others.

To sum up, Zheng Fan may have touched this threshold as a hallucination.

Once this kind of talent appears, it will undoubtedly be valued and won over by various forces in the city. This ability to break down barriers is something that many people flock to.

But Zheng Fan naturally wouldn't cherish it much, he would just use his talent to feed toast.

Knowing how to make the music unpleasant and add your own catharsis and revenge on society is more than enough. In Doris's opinion, there is nothing wrong with this, after all, music is the creator's own expression.

This form is also a manifestation of Zheng's anti-spirituality.

She wouldn't find it unpleasant to the ear, because when they were composing "Ending the Monastery" together, she found that there were countless noises in her heart, and she was probably like that for most of them.

Zheng Fan guided her to vent these things little by little, so that she could prove herself to the old nun.

The only pity is that Zheng Fan's own music is always very short, because the enemy would be very lucky to hear a short clip. This makes Doris, who wants to listen to more and understand Zheng Fan, also helpless.

Therefore, she sought another method, recording the sounds she heard from Zheng Fan, expanding them, and combining them with her own to form a complete piece of music.

In this way, can I get closer to Mr. Music?

The music composed in this way is like the two people's...

"Okay, wait, what just went through your mind?" Zheng responded casually to Doris's words, but suddenly he seemed to feel a strange thought, but it went so fast and his mind was not on Doris just now so he didn't catch it.

"I was wondering what the complete song in Mr. Music's mind was like." Doris said with a smile.

"Well, I just wanted the opponent to die quickly and not get in the way. Just rub the racket along your sword and it will probably come out. There's nothing complete. After all, when I have nothing to do, I will just think about making a random thing disappear in front of me. It's very random." Zheng Fan pretended to yawn.

"Will it be my turn?"

"You are temporarily unselectable targets."

Back at the Tickermans’ door, Doris knocked on it: “It’s over.”

The door opened quickly. Tikman looked at the clean corridor outside and the fact that Doris's hair was not even messy. He even doubted whether someone had really come to his door just now.

"They are a very difficult group of people to kill. We can only be a little radical," Doris said with her eyes lowered.

It is indeed extreme to use super illusion to destroy the enemy precisely just to avoid causing any impact.

"Come in quickly." When Tickman heard the words "difficult to kill", he knew it was that group of people, so he asked Doris to come in and talk.

Inside the house, Tickman's wife and Nim simply tidied up the messy living room, and the torn sofa board was still sitable.

"Thank you and the children for all these days... I'm sorry that we don't have anything to offer at home right now." Tikman started talking, and his wife Claire brought him a cup of hot water.

"Mr. Tickman is just a victim, it's just a small favor. Nim... is also a good boy." Doris took the hot water and said politely.

Then he asked, "May I ask who those people are?"

Tikman patted his face lightly and said, "A strange organization called the Immortal Society. I was originally just an assembler working in a store of some size. As long as I am diligent enough, the money I can earn in such a place is quite enough. But in order to improve my conditions, I often contact my friend Bidok and help him do some things..."

He turned his hand and glanced at his wife.

"Office work." Claire forced a tired smile and shook her head at Tikman.

Tikman sighed. "Bidok runs a small firm with only a few people under him, most of whom are my high school classmates. He is quite capable in this field and has several long-term clients in the street center. I often help him and make some extra money."

"Then I became involved with the Changsheng Society during one of these assistances."

His tone dropped to a low note and he clenched his hands together.

(End of this chapter)