Livestreaming: I am retarded, but selected to join the analoghorror game?!
Chapter 262 - 232 All Hallucinations_2

Chapter 262: Chapter 232 All Hallucinations_2

"...Oh, isn’t that Xiao Yi? I didn’t expect you to come to me voluntarily."

The gentleman was seated at the desk in the room, his face still bearing a mysterious, faint smile.

"Since it’s delivered, I should be leaving too, to help my mother. Goodbye, brother, and Mr. Gentleman..."

Tiya smiled, waving vigorously at them before turning and running off with her small feet.

"What a lovely child..." The gentleman sighed, then looked at Xiao Yi, still smiling, "There’s a saying, one doesn’t enter a temple without a cause. You must have come to me with a purpose other than just to chat and pass the time. So... what do you need from me?"

"Nothing much, just wanted to ask you a question." Xiao Yi said, closing the door and locking it.

"...Ah?" Seeing Xiao Yi’s action, the gentleman’s smile faded, replaced by a tinge of panic, "If you have something to ask, why not just ask directly, why lock the door? What... what are you doing?"

Xiao Yi walked straight up to him and demanded in a stern voice, "Answer me! Who are you really, what kind of gentleman!?"

"A real gentleman?" The gentleman asked in confusion, "Who else here claims to be a gentleman besides me?"

"I saw Carl," Xiao Yi said. "He told me that he didn’t ask anyone to meet me yesterday because he thought I was only arriving today. So, it’s impossible that you met me because Carl asked you to! Furthermore... Carl also said that the gentleman he knew is already dead, so what is going on here? Who... who are you really?"

"...Ah? I am already dead?" The gentleman also showed a surprised expression mixed with more confusion.

It was unclear whether he was feigning or was genuinely puzzled.

"That’s strange indeed." The gentleman pondered, "I did indeed learn about you from Doctor Carl and went to meet you. But, in your view, Carl has told you the opposite, and even mentioned that I had long since died."

"Hmm." Xiao Yi continued, "Carl speculated that you might have deliberately impersonated the gentleman, so what’s really going on, spill the truth."

"Me, impersonating the gentleman?" The gentleman couldn’t help but chuckle, "Why would I disguise myself as myself? Well, I am somewhat well-known locally, why don’t we just find a few people and ask, so that we know whether I truly am the gentleman or not?"

"..."

Seeing the gentleman’s confident demeanor, Xiao Yi knew that seeking confirmation would be futile...

"So..." But at the same time, Xiao Yi’s doubts only deepened, "Your words don’t match up, then surely, one of you is lying."

"Hmm..." The gentleman thought for a moment before suggesting a possibility, "Mr. Yi, is there a chance that no one has lied to you, and what you’ve heard, those remarks from Dr. Carl about me being dead, could they all be your hallucinations?"

"What did... you say?"

Hearing the gentleman’s words, Xiao Yi’s pupils constricted sharply!

Xiao Yi immediately denied, "That’s impossible! Almost all the conversations I had with Carl yesterday were based on that assumption! How could that be fake!"

Xiao Yi thought it couldn’t be real because hallucinations couldn’t last that long!

Otherwise, not just the conversation, everything Xiao Yi experienced yesterday could have been hallucinations...

But the gentleman said, "If it weren’t so, then how would you explain this situation? There is too much evidence that proves I am the gentleman and that I am still alive, this Club itself is one such piece. Furthermore, Dr. Carl would have no reason to tell you such easily debunkable lies, right? If it’s not a hallucination, then how do these things get explained? Or are you suggesting... that everything you are seeing now, seeing me as well, is all your hallucination?"

"..."

Xiao Yi fell silent.

He... was struggling to differentiate what was reality and what was a hallucination.

The gentleman then sighed, "Although it may seem a bit self-important to say this, but... I think I can understand your feelings a little, it’s truly distressing indeed. Anyway, my only advice would be to go and clarify things with Carl."

"...You want me to clarify it again?"

Not only had he gained nothing this time, but his doubts had increased, and now he had to repeat the same actions again?

Xiao Yi felt depressed, agitated... but even more, he felt exhaustion.

Then, he remembered that he was supposed to go see Carl anyway, which wasn’t too troublesome, and felt a little more relieved.

The gentleman added, "I would very much like to go with you, but unfortunately, I have commitments this afternoon and evening... Let’s make it tomorrow, I will visit Dr. Carl’s clinic first thing in the morning to clear things up, to save you any more trouble."

"...Alright then." Xiao Yi sighed in resignation.

"So it’s decided then." The gentleman continued, "By the way, I still have some time, how about we have lunch together?"

"Eating?" Upon hearing this, Xiao Yi immediately perked up, "Someone’s treating to a meal? I definitely see no reason to refuse!"

"Thank you for magnifying my invitation, then let me call someone to bring the chef over..."

The gentleman was about to call someone, but before he could do so, Xiao Yi stopped him.

Xiao Yi said, "Since the chef hasn’t arrived, let me do the cooking instead. I want to switch up my mood by cooking something."

"...Oh?" The gentleman was surprised, "So you know how to cook? I must witness this."

"Yeah! Leave it to me! I’ll make sure you’re satisfied!" Xiao Yi said confidently.

Inside the live broadcast, everyone was still puzzling over the strange situation, but when they heard Xiao Yi’s words, their minds went completely blank.

[Quack! I don’t want to watch this!]

[Getting lost and cooking, damn, this instance really is a blood pressure zone!]

[I hope his idea of satisfaction isn’t about passing on to heaven.]

Then, Xiao Yi began to demonstrate his shocking culinary skills, while the gentleman watched with great interest on the side.

As he cooked, Xiao Yi said, "First, heat the pan until it smokes, then pour in cold oil so it won’t stick. This is the trick of heating up the pan before adding cold oil."

"Oh... Learned something new," the gentleman mused, nodding thoughtfully.

[At least there’s no problem with this step, but the next step... I’d rather not say.]

"Next, let’s scramble some eggs." Following that, Xiao Yi took two eggs with one hand.

Just when everyone thought that Xiao Yi was about to show off his one-handed egg-cracking skills, he threw both eggs directly into the pan.

The two round eggs rolled around in the pan.

"See?" Xiao Yi said, "See, it’s not sticking, right?"

Gentleman: "...Ah?"

[...Ah?]

[I gotta say, it’s truly not sticking. Is he actually a genius?]

[But how do you eat this? I’ve seen boiled eggs, but never fried whole eggs. Can you even eat this?]

Then, Xiao Yi broke the eggs with a spatula, fishing out the eggshells afterward.

"Then, stir it around two, three, fifty-six times, and a plate of ’awesome scrambled eggs’ is done. Easy, right?"

[Ah, this...]

"..." The gentleman, twitching at the corner of his mouth, asked Xiao Yi, "Who taught you to cook like this?"

"Is there a problem?" Xiao Yi countered.

"There’s definitely a problem!" The gentleman could hardly hold himself back as he yelled, "Who throws whole eggs directly into the pan?"

"Oh—" Xiao Yi finally understood his point, "So you’re saying I should’ve processed the eggs first. How finicky! Well, no matter, I’ll do it again, can’t help it."

Saying this, Xiao Yi took out two more eggs, rinsed them under water, chopped them up on a cutting board, then poured the mixture of eggshells and liquid into the pan.

"Is that good enough now?"

Gentleman: "..."

[...]

Then, everyone fell silent.