Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 288 Wow, it’s a murderer (scared)
"Hmm?" Doris was puzzled. She didn't quite understand why such a relationship would come to her. She hadn't even started to be active yet. She looked at Tickman, who shook his head to indicate that it was not his work. She looked at Zheng Fan, who also denied it.

"You must be wondering why I found you all of a sudden. Well, I saw your performance at 'Rainy Night' before, and with your talent, that stage is still too small. I think you are fully capable of performing at the music festival, what do you think?"

The other party obviously understood Doris's confusion and immediately explained.

"Rainy Night" is a well-known restaurant on Stanley Street. There are regular performances in the restaurant every day. Of course, it is a restaurant after all, so the music styles it accepts are relatively limited.

However, there are many musicians who have made their names and become famous in Rainy Night Restaurant, which can be called a cradle of music on Stanley Street.

As long as the boss is qualified, they will be given a chance. Tickman contacted this place when he was looking for a stage for Doris's start-up activities on Stanley Street.

Although the boss there appreciated their band, it was the outstanding Doris that attracted his attention the most. While giving the band a chance, he hoped that Doris could add a violin solo after the band's performance.

Doris naturally did not refuse her boss's face.

Not surprising then.

Stanley Street has a strong music atmosphere, and there are countless opportunities to visit places like music restaurants and bars, not to mention famous ones like Rainy Night.

It's normal to be noticed after performing a few times in such places.

but……

"Is this an invitation just for me?" Doris asked.

"Ah, yes."

This is normal. Even if the initial level of their band is very high, except for Doris, the simple performance does not bring any superpowers. It is really too exaggerated for an unknown new band to want to shock the audience with a few songs and make people immersed in a dream to be invited to the big stage.

"I need to think about it."

"Okay, please remember this number. You can contact me anytime if you have any ideas. Sorry to bother you." After saying this, the other party did not argue and ended the call cleanly and clearly.

Doris put down her phone and looked at Tikman, meaning to ask for his opinion.

"The Summer Music Festival on Stanley Street is a good stage." Tikman thought for a moment and said, "It's a very wide-ranging music festival. Although it's mainly pop music, it shouldn't be a problem for you given your ability. This is a very good opportunity."

"If it's just a pop music event, I'd rather go with everyone. I'm tired of violin solos, and even with more listeners it's hard to bring me more." Doris didn't seem to think so.

Tikman nodded: "I knew you would say that, so this is again within my job scope. I will help negotiate."

Normally at this time, as a newly started team, Doris's high profile might have attracted some negative emotions.

Tikman thought so subconsciously, but when he turned around, he found that the people around him didn't care at all.

Mora was showing Gao Song and Tao Zhi some new clothes she bought at noon, some of which were for Doris. She also told them to dress up when they go on stage in the future, not to look dazzling, but at least not like Gao Song did in his last live show, wearing a loose white vest and black shorts, and dragging his slippers on.

Gao Song said that there were also audience members in the audience who thought that this was his style and it was pretty good, and that Mora was left speechless.

Tao Zhi was still savoring the performances of Zheng Fan and Doris, quite absorbed in them.

As for Zheng Fan, sorry, he couldn't see Zheng Fan after the boiled egg robot was put away.

Doris also looked for it and found a black sparrow bobblehead ornament on the car dashboard. Her eyes immediately lit up, and then she took out a black sparrow hand puppet from somewhere and interacted with the bobblehead doll.

Now Tikman probably knows where Zheng Fan is.

Well, if you look closely at this band, it is indeed a gathering of geniuses, but after all, they are children from that monastery, so there is nothing that can be done about it.

It's good that they can find their own things to do. Their first priority now is not to get involved in deeper conspiracies or malice, but to have fun first.

Leaving the central area of Stanley Street to the mansions in the suburbs, Stanley Street is originally on the edge of the city, and their mansions are even more marginal than this edge.

During the process, it was completely dark, and perhaps because we were close to Water World without realizing it, it started to rain. It is said that Stanley Street often rubs against Water World, so it rains very often.

"By the way, where is Hei Mu?" Zheng Fan's bobblehead was being held in Doris's palm, and he suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Hei Mu next to Gao Song this time. "She seems to like turning into a tree and staying alone in the mountains for a whole day, but usually she will come back immediately when Gao Song calls her," Doris said.

"Where did Xerneas come from?"

"I'll ask them to prepare dinner when we're almost there?" Mora gestured to the group chat with her phone. Many children did housework when they had nothing to do when they stayed in the mansion, and before they knew it, even three meals a day were taken care of.

"Well, that's troublesome." Doris replied.

"If I can go to the festival, can I get a few more tickets?" Mora replied as she thought of this. If I were to go to a bigger stage, I'd still like to have everyone come and watch.

"Of course it's possible to communicate," said Tikman.

"Except for the time when we practiced in the house, they have never seen us perform on stage. There are others who chose to leave and scattered in Dadu. I hope that one day they can see us." Mora lowered his eyes and said softly.

Doris looked at Maura through the rearview mirror: "Yes, I will."

Tikman couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, Doris's eyes turned sharply: "Be careful."

A dark shadow quickly jumped out from the woods on the side of the road, crashed into the car head-on in a manner that could be described as a scam, and flew out.

Tikman braked calmly, and the people in the car were shaken but not affected. They all looked to the front of the car, at the person lying on the ground illuminated by the headlights.

Without thinking too much, Tikman quickly got out of the car and went to the body to check.

"Don't encounter zombies." Zheng Fan whispered.

Everyone got off the car one after another.

"What's going on?" Doris asked.

"Dead." Tikman's face turned grim after he confirmed it. This matter had nothing to do with him. First, he was not speeding, and second, there was no sidewalk here. The other party suddenly rushed out and the dashcam clearly captured it.

But it feels unlucky to encounter such a thing for no apparent reason.

"He wasn't hit to death." Zheng Fan said after taking a glance.

"Wasn't he hit to death?" Doris was stunned.

Gao Song came to the other side of the body and squatted down in the rain illuminated by the car lights. "That's right. Considering the speed Mr. Tickman was driving and the way he fell, he couldn't have been killed on the spot. There are traces of bruises on his body, but they are not fatal... This symptom, suffocation?"

The deceased had a terrified look on his face and died with his eyes open, and was suffering from hypoxia.

"I don't know if it has anything to do with respiratory disease," said Gao Song.

It is hard to think of any other reason for someone to suffocate to death in this place except respiratory disease.

"Contact the police first."

Just as he finished speaking, the hoarse sound of a violin suddenly rang out amid the sound of the falling rain, echoing and approaching in the dark woods.

In the woods, there seemed to be a figure approaching the road, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and sometimes flashing across a distance as if teleporting, like a ghost.

His violin played a mournful and short tune that made the listeners feel an unbearable sense of suffocation, as if they were gradually deprived of the ability to breathe and were underwater.

When he appeared on the roadside, his figure illuminated by the car lights, his performance came to an end. He opened his eyes and put down the blood-red violin in his hand.

Looking at the young prey in front of me... huh?

The four young men all looked at him expressionlessly, while the middle-aged man next to them was surprised with a hint of helplessness, and a little bit of sympathy mixed in with his helplessness.

The Black Sparrow bobblehead doll shook in Doris's palm and made a staccato tremor: "Oh no! Scream is about to turn into Scream."

(End of this chapter)