Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 621 The Strange Visitor
I always thought that when senior artists make a comeback, they usually bring out some good stuff, right?
It seems that Stratus will need some time to train the younger generation. Zheng Fan originally planned to play some games with Mo Mang, but suddenly noticed that someone was ringing the doorbell.

However, no sound could be heard inside the office, seemingly because Staratus's influence had isolated the inside from the outside.

The visitor was a haggard-looking man. His long, slender fingers pressed the doorbell repeatedly with some agitation, then he looked around nervously, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He seems to be the kind of person who suffers from neurasthenia after being plagued by hallucinations.

However, Zheng Fan did not sense any hallucination or fantasy elements and could not determine the person's specific state.

He turned to Mo Mang and said, "Use Binary Girl's computer to check the recent appointment bookings."

"Okay." Upon hearing this, Mo Mang put down Lu Lu's shoes, then uncovered the blanket covering his head and skillfully turned on the computer to search.

This was also a small amount of authority that Lin Yilin granted him.

After Zheng Fan went over to take a look, he quickly found the information of the man outside the door. He was indeed the client who had made an appointment, but he was supposed to make an appointment for tomorrow, so he came early.

The fact that the other party came in such a hurry and seemed so nervous suggests that something unexpected may have happened that prompted them to change their mind and visit earlier than planned.

but……

Now that Binary Girl isn't here, and we can't even let anyone in through this door for the time being, it's not appropriate to show it to outsiders whether the entire monastery band is present or the prototype lighthouse Stratos is.

Zheng Fan made a phone call directly: "Hey, Lin Yilin, a client named 'Chaxilu' rang the doorbell early, and he doesn't seem to be in good condition."

Lin Yilin quickly replied, "Mr. Illusion, did you notice anything wrong from your perspective?"

“There’s no obvious problem, and it’s probably not related to hallucinations,” Zheng replied.

"...If possible, try to receive him first. If not, just ignore him. After all, it's different from the appointment time, and I'm not at the office. It's also getting late, so it's reasonable not to receive him," Lin Yilin said.

“Since you’ve said so, then I’ll help you take care of this thing,” Zheng Fan laughed.

Lin Yilin definitely wanted to get involved, otherwise she wouldn't have needed to say anything at all; she could have just told Zheng Fan to leave it alone.

They've been together for almost a year, and they can easily sense each other's subtle feelings.

"Then I'll leave it to you," Lin Yilin said gently.

Zheng Fan put down his phone and looked around: "Hmm? Where's Cheng Fei?"

He originally intended to use Cheng Fei's body as a substitute, but after searching, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten about Cheng Fei in Dayun.

"Mo Mang, go outside and help greet that person. Lin Yilin should have taught you how to receive clients, right?" Zheng Fan said as he walked out. "Don't let anyone come in and disturb them. Take them outside to talk. I'll be back in a bit."

Mo Mang opened his mouth to speak, but Zheng Fan had already vanished in a flash.

Outside, Chaxilu rang the doorbell impatiently, his eyes darting around anxiously. He tried to peek through the window with the curtains drawn, but couldn't see anything.

"So, I guess I'm not so lucky at this time? What should I do?" Chasilu punched the air, feeling discouraged and somewhat irritable.

After a moment of stunned silence, he reached out again to try, and just then the door in front of him opened.

Mo Mang stared with dead fish eyes, his tone flat: "I remember we issued a notice today that we wouldn't be accepting clients, right?"

When Chaxilu saw Mo Mang, he was taken aback, then quickly stepped forward and excitedly grabbed Mo Mang's hand: "Finally, someone's here!" Mo Mang was a little surprised, but he still moved out of the house and closed the door, not letting him into the house as Zheng Fan had arranged.

"Furthermore, the person in charge of the firm is not here, and the firm is currently undergoing... renovations. It's getting late, Mr. Chasilu, what brings you here in such a hurry at this strange time?"

"Isn't the person in charge, Miss Lin Yilin, here?" Chaxilu's eyes widened upon hearing this.

"Putting aside the fact that they already had things to do today, the sun has already set, and they should be off work by now at a normal time," Mo Mang sighed.

It reminded him of dealing with some particularly difficult clients at the company.

He had only planned to come to the firm today to relax, but things didn't go as planned.

"But I really need help right now!" Chasilu held onto Mo Mang's hand tightly. "Can you help me get in touch with the person in charge?"

Mo Mang calmly said, "I'll take care of you for now, and someone who can solve the problem will come later. However, Miss Lin Yilin can't come during her rest time."

Chaxilu released his grip, seemingly deep in thought.

Suddenly, a sound like something heavy being dragged across the ground was heard. Mo Mang glanced around slightly, but found nothing.

Just as Chaxilu had calmed down, his heart raced again, and he said nervously, "Anything's fine! It doesn't matter! Let's go!"

Mo Mang was somewhat bewildered. He had only ever heard about the general state of clients of law firms, but was such a startling reaction really the norm?

"Okay." Mo Mang agreed and then planned to follow Chaxilu.

"Awooo." Suddenly, he felt something at his feet. Looking down, he saw that it was toast that had been pulled out at some point.

"Why did you come out?" Mo Mang asked hurriedly, reaching out to grab the toast.

Hearing the commotion, Chaxilu turned around and saw Mo Mang picking up a piece of toast. His eyes immediately narrowed: "...This piece of toast is perfect, it's simply a work of art!"

He suddenly started muttering to himself, using various nouns and terms that Mo Mang couldn't quite understand. Although he knew that toast had a captivating effect on most people upon first sight, was this Chaxilu truly captivated?
"Um..." Mo Mang drew the other person's attention back, and casually tucked the toast into his pocket.

Chaxilu then came to his senses and quickly apologized.

The two did not go far. Mo Mang was a little wary of the sudden, heavy dragging sound. It was clear that Chaxilu had been triggered by the sound.

If there is potential danger nearby, then the area around the monastery band's office, where all members are present, is undoubtedly the safest place.

He and Chassil went to a coffee shop across the street from the office.

Mo Mang ordered a coffee for Chasilu, but didn't order one for himself, because he had already had coffee from the Noble Coffee Machine at the agency, and he couldn't really stomach other coffees.

As Mo Mang placed the toast on the table, Chaxilu's gaze towards it was still somewhat strange; he had been glancing in this direction repeatedly on the way here.

The toast looks a little sweaty—you don't need to understand why the toast is sweating.

Seeing this, Mo Mang took the initiative to start a conversation: "Sir, I remember you are a... sculptor?" He recalled the information Lin Yilin had prepared in advance and revealed the other party's identity.

(End of this chapter)