Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 386 How Musical Instruments Are Used

"I know nothing about it."

Just as Zheng Fan and Doris were enjoying a peaceful time together, a cold voice came from the side.

Zheng Fan's mood has become more Zen-like, and he's increasingly appreciating the little lamb's lower body—no, I mean, its cuteness. That's the little lamb's charm; Zheng Fan has gotten used to it after his mood shifted.

In short, he didn't quite react to the sudden interruption from others.

But the lamb suddenly seemed to transform from a gentle lamb into a ram in heat being provoked by other males, its eyes glaring directly at the source of the sound, ready to pierce the lamb with its horns—its daggers.

“Mr. Jeremiah, while I respect your talent and your work, your tactless remarks only make me look down on your character as a musician.” Doris’s tone was flat and her speech was fast, but her enunciation was clear.

Zheng Fan looked at Lin Yilin, who seemed to be hallucinating, as if she were preparing to give her dishonest client a more intense treatment.

But Jeremiah?

Who was it again...?

Zheng Fan's Schrödinger's fish memory is bubbling and trying to recall something.

“I don’t care what you think of me. I just heard someone casually and ignorantly spouting arrogant remarks on the street, and I felt disdain and instinctively refuted them.” Jerome’s melancholic temperament seemed quite aggressive at this moment.

"Then what does your dissatisfaction with us have to do with us?" Doris retorted.

"Your loud noise in public is certainly worthy of being rated. To think that those with supernatural abilities can't guarantee the quality of their work is purely your ignorant opinion. Mortals shouldn't presume to think that those with supernatural abilities can defame them and lower their standards." Jemelo pointed at Zheng Fan without hesitation, "You bald-headed jerk!"

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Zheng Fan and Doris exchanged glances, then looked at Jeremiah together. Their initial confusion and anger at being disturbed turned into an attitude of pity and tolerance after hearing what he said.

"What are you doing?" Jeremiah frowned. "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you have a problem with what I said?"

He felt that the other party would be somewhat annoyed after he said those words.

After all, he not only disagreed with the other person's point of view, but he also called him "boiled egg." Jermel felt that using such a nickname to attack someone's appearance was already quite malicious.

But the other person didn't seem to feel anything at all.

even……

Zheng Fan stepped forward and patted Jermelo on the shoulder forcefully: "Good eye! Young man! You actually made the connection to hard-boiled eggs right away. When I wanted to use this as an official title before, they said things like 'too hasty,' 'Do monasteries usually have hard-boiled eggs?' It was so hurtful."

Damn, so this guy in the robot skin really likes being called "hard-boiled egg"?

Jeremiah's eyes widened, and all his previous probing and debating thoughts instantly turned into a desire to complain. He blurted out, "Does the monastery still have 'Gundam'?"

“You know my name is ‘Gundam’.” Zheng Fan’s attention was always so peculiar. He thought that this Jemello was also the arrogant type who thought, “What new little minions don’t I know?”

“Of course I know who my partner is.” Jerome shook off Zheng Fan’s hand, looking bewildered but regaining his composure, and said, “In short, you’re completely wrong. You’ve never seen a true super-intuitive person.”

“I’ve met two, and including myself under certain circumstances, that makes three. Of course, this sounds like bragging, so you can just ignore it,” Zheng Fan said casually, then asked in return, “Since you’ve said that, then, Brother Jemello, are you a super-intuitive person?”

Zheng Fan's speech suddenly quickened, and in the chaotic atmosphere around him, Jeromelo was a little confused and couldn't keep up, stammering.

"Mr. Jeromelo's songs have never faltered in quality since his debut, maintaining an exceptional peak until today. It wouldn't be surprising if he were to call himself a super-inspired individual." Little Sheep's temper flared up and subsided just as quickly, and now she was suddenly speaking up for Jeromelo again.

"I'm not." After being helped, Jeromelo, who had been stammering, directly denied it.

Zheng Fan and Doris looked at him and gave a flat "Oh" in turn.

"So you've met a supernatural being?"

When Zheng Fan pressed for answers, Jeremiah shook his head and said, "In short, the Supernatural Beings aren't as simple as you think. We should have respect for them!"

After saying that, he glanced at the time and then quickly left.

"Still out at this hour, Mr. Jeremiah seems very busy," Doris said, watching him disappear around the bustling street corner.

"We're not that busy outside at this hour."

"Indeed."

Looking at Doris's sudden silly grin, Zheng Fan could only sigh at how easily she could be coaxed; it was hard to believe that she was the host who had been most wary of him back then.

He then looked in the direction where Jermelo had left: "He had been watching us ever since we returned to St. Wood Town, and he's been following us around the whole time."

"Hmm?" Doris was somewhat surprised.

"Didn't you notice?"

“His attention was wandering.” Little Lamb’s eyes darted around. Zheng Fan sighed, “At first, I wondered what he wanted by following me here. Considering his previous murderous intent, he might have some ulterior motive. But I didn’t expect that he would just let himself get carried away after talking to you for a bit.”

"Was the initial murderous intent a misunderstanding? Or was he just following us out of some kind of curiosity?" Doris wondered.

“That’s interesting.” Zheng thought for a moment. “Then it’s our turn to follow him this time.”

"Hey." Little Lamb suddenly seemed reluctant. Rather than following others, she would much rather take a night stroll through Sacred Wood Town with Mr. Music. If the time was right, they might even be able to discuss whether she was good at getting pregnant.

Spiritual.

Zheng Fan finally couldn't resist patting the lamb's head. He usually doesn't like patting people's heads, as it gives him the feeling that he can execute the other person at any time, but he couldn't help it with Doris.

The two followed Jeremiah.

Jermel quickly left St. Woods and headed to Nolan Street, donning a mask and baseball cap to conceal his appearance. He then got into a car parked on the side of the road and drove around Nolan Street for a while before stopping in front of a hotel.

When he got off the bus, he had an inconspicuous handbag in his hand and walked straight toward the luxuriously decorated hotel.

I casually walked past the hotel reception, took out the magnetic card I had prepared beforehand, swiped it in the guest area, and went upstairs.

The elevator went straight to the eighth floor. With a clear goal and firm steps, he arrived at the door, took out a device from his pocket, and directly triggered the doorbell.

The sound of the bell was followed by a voice coming from inside.

"Who?"

"Your late-night snack has arrived, please collect it." Jeromelo displayed his unparalleled voice imitation as a legendary singer.

The other person seemed to genuinely have some late-night snacks, as they opened the door: "You've finally arrived! You're three minutes later than you said..."

But as soon as the other party opened the door a crack, Jeremiah had already taken a pistol from his casual handbag and poked it through the crack.

There were no gunshots. The other person died on the spot, fell against the door, and then pushed the door back and closed it.

Jeremiah quickly packed his things and prepared to leave as if nothing had happened.

But they didn't notice that their shadow behind them had suddenly lengthened.

A person suddenly leaped out of the shadows behind him and delivered a side kick. Jemello sensed the danger but could only raise his arm to block, yet he was still sent flying by the immense force of the kick.

After rolling around on the ground a few times, Jeremy got up in a disheveled state: "My whereabouts have been exposed too?"

"Heh, you've been making a bit too much noise lately. Trying to impersonate the young Lord Wayne on Nolan Street and perform vigilante acts in the dead of night? You should really think twice about whether you have his wealth and ability." The person who emerged from the shadows chuckled sinisterly.

"Tch!" Jermelo spat, got up, and ran away.

But after running a few steps down the corridor, she saw Doris walking towards her.

"Why are you here!?"

He slowed his pace and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

The shadow behind him spread out like a black monster, threatening to devour him.

"So you really are one of them?!" Jermelo felt he had been tricked and shouted his last words viciously.

But just as the 'B' was uttered, Doris pulled a black violin from under her skirt.

With a flick of his wrist, he threw the violin, which struck the shadow chasing after him.

boom!
The sound was crisp, and the shadow instantly shrank, turning into a person rolling around in the corridor.

The violin flew back into Doris's hands. Jermelo heard the noise, turned around, and before he could even ask a question, he raised his gun and fired repeatedly at the person on the ground.

The silenced pistol fired repeatedly, leaving several bloody holes in the opponent's body.

But this person was truly skilled; even after being shot to such an extent, he still had the strength to get up, and the shadow beneath him spread again, as if he intended to escape.

Jerome felt a gust of wind sweep past him, the violin was raised high and then smashed down, hitting him squarely on the forehead, and then another hand pulled out an electric guitar from somewhere and chopped it down, hitting his neck.

Twin-harp style!
The man lay motionless on the ground.

Jeremiah stared blankly at Doris, who was carrying two harps still stained with blood: "What the hell do you do?"

“Isn’t it obvious? They play music.” Doris gestured to the two violins in her hands and turned to say, “Playing suddenly in a hotel at night would disturb other people, so it’s better to be straightforward like this.”

(End of this chapter)