Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 411 Meeting
With a high frequency of performances over three months, including this joint performance, the Monastery Band has successfully solidified its position as the strongest band in the capital.

Immediately after the performance, the band had no time to rest. Due to Doris's impulsive decision to release a large number of new songs that could be paired with various "backup dancers" under the Bureau's plan, a lot of time was spent on recording the album after the concert.

Then, Mr. Gundam vanished without a trace.

Aside from helping Jerome record "The Letter" at the beginning, he said he'd had enough of the rest of the new songs and didn't want to come back anytime soon.

But it doesn't matter, Zheng Fan left his electric guitar behind, and with this electric guitar they were able to reproduce all of Zheng Fan's playing effects.

The electric guitar's arrival was like the person's arrival; even the production company found it a bit difficult to listen to, but they realized that the difference wasn't actually that significant, so it didn't matter.

Even with the Monastery Orchestra's efficiency, including the time spent cooperating with the Bureau's investigation, it had already taken more than a week to record all the songs by this day.

This week was perhaps even more tiring than the performance itself. Even these prodigies from the Convent Orchestra, except for Doris, were finding it hard to take it anymore.

Mora hasn't been wearing makeup at all lately when she goes out.

Tao Zhi has put his private cello lessons on hold.

The most serious thing is that Gao Song has also significantly reduced the number of times he sneaks out to eat late-night snacks alone, which is really terrifying.

Fortunately, the recording is over, and everyone can finally rest.

After recording his last song, Jeromelo, just as he had said, disappeared without a trace. Apart from occasional online exchanges with the members of the Abbey Band, he was nowhere to be seen.

However, judging from his few words, he may go to a relatively remote place where he won't be easily recognized to recuperate for a while.

"Want to eat?" Gao Song asked after they finished recording that evening.

A foodie is indispensable on any trip, and Gao Song had no choice but to take on this responsibility with a heavy heart. At least he enjoyed the Nolan Street and Shengmu Town area.

"Ugh, all you've been doing lately is eating?" Tao Zhi complained.

“The modern architecture here is all the same, and you get tired of it quickly. Why not try the various delicacies that are gathered here?” Mora, who was not interested in the scenery, echoed Gao Song.

She didn't care at all about the industrial culture of Nolan Street and Saint Wood Town, but the various restaurants attracted by the commercial effect, regardless of whether they had technology or hard work, were more than enough for people like her who hadn't tasted many good things.

"No, after we were caught by paparazzi having a late-night snack with Jerome and others, Sister Deng told us to tone it down. Now we need to be more careful about our image." Tao Zhi remembered his manager's words.

That's what they say, but when they split up and sneak out, they're not so easy to be recognized. They only become noticeable when they're all together.

The most eye-catching one is actually Doris; her outstanding temperament makes her instantly recognizable on the street.

“Being famous is such a hassle,” Mora said, pursing her lips.

"Then let's go back and order takeout," Gao Song suggested, having another plan.

Doris suddenly stopped and looked at her phone, saying, "You guys go back first. The investigation at the Bureau of Investigation still needs to be wrapped up."

"Didn't we say there were no problems before? Why do we still need to call you over?" Mora was immediately annoyed.

Doris shook her head: "Miss Hong Yiyi said this is the last time."

“I’ll go with you,” Mora suggested.

"No need, just tell Gao Song to take it easy."

Doris separated from the others and left St. Wood Town, heading towards the white house on Nolan Street.

However, halfway there she suddenly sensed something was wrong, and her pace gradually slowed until she stopped.

"Although I can't see it, I have a premonition. Is this what a supernatural being is?" After hearing the voice, Doris blinked and a "white" woman suddenly appeared in front of her.

Doris immediately took a few steps back to create distance, watching the other person warily, not relaxing even after noticing that the other person was wearing the uniform of the Bureau of Investigation.

"you are?"

"Just call me Shang Xia. Doris, is that right? I'm here to conduct the final investigation." Shang Xia held a white phone, squinting as she flipped through the information on it. Seeing this, Doris curiously went over to take a look and found a large document with dense text and images crammed together.

Although Doris can see it clearly, can anyone really stand looking at this directly?

"Would you like to zoom in?"

How do I zoom in?

"Like this." Doris helped her set it up. Although Doris rarely used electronic products, they were very convenient and easy to learn.

"Ah, thanks."

"Ah."

Then Doris pulled away again to return to the original distance: "Are you from the Disposal Bureau?"

"Doesn't this uniform look like it?" Shang Xia looked at her outfit in surprise. Apart from her long, curly hair being a bit messy, her clothes were indeed very neat.

"It's not quite the same as usual."

"Just treat me as a special person. It's a bit of a novel experience to talk to a psychic for the first time."

Doris felt that the woman in front of her was both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar: "Nothing new, most of the time she's just like an ordinary person."

Shang Xia nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite: "Then, Miss Doris, you don't have any past identity records in the Gray Street area, yet you're incredibly strong in combat and even more musically talented, and it's like you just appeared out of nowhere. It seems like everyone in your band is like that?"

"Isn't this normal in grey neighborhoods?"

People in the gray neighborhood don't have identification documents. To be precise, they do, but for most people, unless they work through legitimate channels, having identification documents is useless. At most, they just register in the city.

Although one of the requirements for becoming a citizen of the white world in the grey neighborhood is to have been registered in the grey neighborhood for more than five years and to renew it every year, this has attracted quite a few people to register, and the promotion is currently quite effective.

Doris and her group set up a new one on Stanley Street.

Given their past ability to be brought to the convent through various channels, there was naturally no record of their past identities. Moreover, the old nun had been quite meticulous in her work, leaving no clues and cleaning up the mess thoroughly. This actually helped Doris and the others.

"That's perfectly normal. So why didn't Miss Doris choose music as her career path before?"

“I’ve been making choices all along, but I only really made a choice recently.”

"Who gave you guidance?" Shang Xia asked tentatively.

"Mr. Gundam".

“Mr. Gundam… this information is a complete mystery. There’s absolutely no information available, but there are records of him entering and leaving the White World, so we can probably rule out supernatural factors… However, there are exceptions in this world from time to time.”

"..." Doris looked at Shang Xia without saying a word.

“I asked ‘Wright,’ who’s your ‘lighting technician.’ He was originally a special illusion under the Bureau of Illusion, and he’s always been very cooperative and has done a great job on Nolan Street. You had some kind of communication and agreement with him before the show, right?”

"That kind of large-scale, cutting-edge special effects requires the help of an illusionist."

"The light-shaped shell was also provided by you. It can even cause hallucinations to possess a non-living being. After testing, it was confirmed to be a fantasy. However, it cannot allow Wright to enter or leave the white world, so it still cannot prove Mr. Gundam's situation." I thought he was going to question something, but as Shang Xia spoke, he contradicted himself.

"That's all Wright reported on the specifics. In the end, he put on such a wonderful show in front of the capital, but your mystery remains unsolved even here at the Bureau of Investigation."

Shang Xia put down her phone and looked at Doris: "You are similar to what I'm looking for, but not quite the same."

Doris remained calm, unmoved by Shang Xia's words: "What are you looking for?"

"one……"

Shang Xia suddenly froze, touching his face: "I don't know either."

(End of this chapter)