Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 166 This is also quite normal
"They didn't exist as a gang, but a club, something like a health club or a beauty salon. Initially, they just did legitimate business and received guests. But as they grew stronger, some bad rumors came out of them."

"Some people who came out of that club had suffered injuries that were impossible to recover from the day before, but they recovered the next day. There was even a record of a person whose leg was broken in a car accident, but his broken leg was still moving. It wasn't a reflex movement, but real movement, as if it was still connected to the body."

"Not long after that, the club gathered a lot of small gangs in the vicinity and formed a force. They are growing stronger."

Tikman recalled his past experiences: "There were many firms that wanted to take the lead in conducting investigations. But they either disappeared without a trace, or came back and said there was nothing there and it was normal."

"We originally didn't plan to get involved in this matter, as it wouldn't do any good. But Bidok received a call from a client at the street center, asking him to investigate the Changsheng Society, and the reward was quite generous. That was a regular client, and we had no choice. Of course, as a non-staff member, I could refuse, but I still chose to assist Bidok because of the generous reward."

He looked at his wife apologetically, and his wife came up and hugged him.

"These two are not done with feeding us dog food yet." Zheng Fan complained from the side.

But after all, it's normal for couples with a good relationship to behave like this after a long separation, especially after they have been through so much.

Doris looked at them expressionlessly, waiting quietly for what happened next.

Tikman did not forget the main business and continued, "I was exposed during the undercover investigation and then offended them. I was lucky enough to escape and was not caught by them. With the help of Bidok, I initially thought that this matter could be resolved. But then they chose a method other than the usual gang methods to get rid of me."

"So you've been framed," Doris said.

Tikman nodded solemnly: "Yes, I was charged with various crimes. The police who arrested me were obviously their men and did not give me much chance to defend myself."

"Now that you're back, you can't stay here any longer. Your friends aren't here anymore, and those people know you're back," Doris reminded.

"Yes, that's right. So this time I came back to see my wife and leave here together." Tikman said, "As for what to do next... there will always be a way."

Doris nodded and glanced at Nim, who had fallen asleep again because it was late at night.

"Do you have a cell phone? I want to contact Bidok and others." After a moment's silence, Tikman asked his wife.

"Yes, my phone is still there." The wife took out her old phone and handed it to Tikman.

He called Bidok directly, but no one answered the call, so he chose to find someone else.

There was a response after a while.

"Hey, brother, it's me..."

"Tickman? You're back?!"

"Yes, it's me. I'm sorry for bothering you for the past three years..."

"No, no, no, you shouldn't come back. Our firm has basically been disbanded. Bidok is now a free man working exclusively for his clients, and the community over there is now full of members of the Changsheng Society. You'll be discovered easily!"

In fact, it has been discovered.

"Has the Changsheng Society come to this point? No, no, why did you disband?" Tikman was a little dazed by the information.

"Not long after you left, the Changsheng Society seemed to have hooked up with a big shot in the center of the street, and after receiving support, its power continued to grow. It has even begun to try to spread outward. I have to say that their slogan is indeed very attractive. As for us, of course we couldn't stay. Bidok was getting busier and busier, and we couldn't help much. In the end, we left." The person on the other end of the phone sighed and said helplessly.

"Do you know where Bidok went?" Tikman asked quickly.

"I don't know. He just said it wasn't an easy job. We haven't been in touch for a long time."

"...Okay, thank you for telling me this. If there is a chance, please contact me again. I should thank you very much."

"It's all my duty. Besides, Bidok was the one who was busy with Claire and Nim. You should thank him. Now that you just got back, you should take care of your family and get them out of danger first."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before hanging up the phone.

It was already late, and Tickman had hardly had a good rest these days since driving from the distant Stanley Street. Even an iron man could hardly bear it anymore.

With the guarantee provided by Doris, Tikman finally decided to rest here for a while, otherwise he would not even be able to guarantee driving safety in his current condition.

The family of three went to the bedroom. Although they tidied up the guest bedroom for Doris, she had no plans to rest.

Her body would be fine if she didn't sleep for a few days. According to Xiaoyang herself, the monastery had conducted a fatigue resistance test, and her highest record was more than a month without sleep, after which she would begin to experience symptoms of decreased judgment and reaction speed, and other symptoms of collapse.

It sounds terrifying.

It’s a pity that it’s not convenient to play the violin in this place, otherwise when Doris is bored, she really wants to play her own songs for Zheng Fan.

After thinking for a while, Zheng Fan said, "Xiaoyang, you stay here for a while. I'll move on."

Doris was stunned: "Are you going to do something?" "Ask someone who is qualified. I am a little interested in this illusion of 'immortality'."

"Well, okay." Doris responded softly without saying much.

"I'm leaving?"

"Well, walk slowly."

"I'm really leaving."

"Ah."

"Would you feel a little lonely being alone?" Zheng Fan asked again.

Doris shook her head: "When I was in the monastery, I also came here alone."

Having said that, Zheng Fan said goodbye and disappeared on the spot.

After Zheng Fan left, the moonlight finally seemed to have enough time to come out from behind the dark clouds, and the cold night wind blew in from the broken and leaky windows. Although it was summer here, it was still a bit cold.

Doris picked up the black sparrow hand puppet and sat silently on the sofa under the moonlight. For a moment, she had no movement or expression, and even her breathing was barely audible.

Just like a puppet.

After an unknown amount of time, she seemed to finally realize and mutter to herself, "After talking to Mr. Music, I feel a little lonely."

……

"Here, the steps... uh... should be circled like this?"

"Little zombie, do you want to go out and play?" Zheng Fan suddenly appeared in the familiar box, only to find Jiang Si opening his hands and taking tentative steps.

"what are you doing?"

Jiang Si stopped what he was doing: "I thought you weren't coming tonight. It's already early in the morning."

"After a short concert with Xiaoyang, I found something interesting and I think you will like it, so what are you doing?" Zheng Fan raised his thumb and pointed outside the door.

"Some people say I'm a bad dancer." Jiang Si said awkwardly, biting his thumb.

Today, Jiang Si Nuannuan changed into a dark red slit long skirt and tied her hair elegantly, looking like a party star.

"Someone? It can't be that guy, right?" Zheng Fan asked. As for the name, Zheng Fan really doesn't like to remember names. Nicknames are more recognizable.

But he is too lazy to give nicknames to people he is not that familiar with or who he is not that interested in.

Therefore, such people will drift in the torrent of Zheng Fan’s memories. Most of the time, they cannot remember, and if they can remember, they can only piece it together.

"It's her. She came all the way here this morning to slander me. I can't stand it. I can't beat her, and I can't dance as well as her!" Jiang Si became angrier the more he thought about it.

"So you're just practicing alone? That's cute. It's okay. We can kill her together next time." Zheng Fan said casually, as if he was talking about winning the next game.

"Ah. So what's the interesting thing you found, Mr. Devil?"

"Are you interested in indestructible sandbags? There seem to be lots and lots of them."

"Oh?" Jiang Si's eyes lit up. "Let's put aside that bullshit dance. Let's go beat up the indestructible sandbags! Lots and lots of sandbags!"

Opening the door of the box, the bartender at the front desk was still the same man. Jiang Si no longer wondered why this man could maintain the operation alone around the clock. He could only say that it was really hard to make real money in Dadu.

"Is there anything I can help you with, miss... uh?" The bartender wiped the glass and looked up as he spoke, then looked in surprise at Jiang Si, who was lying in the air as if riding the "Emperor's New Car".

"Nothing else, just keep the box for me, thank you. And I'll take the bottle of wine, come back and pay!"

Before he finished his words, Jiang Si had already rushed out, grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar, broke open the door and disappeared on the road outside.

The bartender quickly got over his momentary surprise.

"It's the capital after all. A girl in a red dress riding an invisible motorcycle in the middle of the night while drinking whiskey and racing may seem a little outrageous at first, but it's actually quite normal."

And because Jiang Si always paid generously and often gave extra tips, he didn't mind buying on credit.

(End of this chapter)