Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 10 Chasing Toast
"I refuse." Lin Yilin rejected it without even thinking about it.

"Ah! The treatment, the treatment hasn't even been discussed yet..." The person on the other end was dumbfounded.

Even if Lin Yilin has a small firm, such small firms with only one person appear and disappear all the time in the city.

Medium-sized firms like Banmu have achieved relatively stable operations, and can be said to have outperformed more than 90% of other firms. Not to mention that Lin Yilin was recruited directly by their eldest brother, which shows that he values her. In any case, it is better than running a small firm by one person.

"Unless Banmu Agency is merged into Zero One Agency, there will be no chance of any treatment." Lin Yilin spoke out loudly, and her refusal was obvious.

"Fuck you, you little girl, you're getting ahead of yourself." The other side didn't hold back and someone started cursing.

Lin Yilin ignored them and turned away. They wanted to follow her, but Lin Yilin immediately turned around, pulled out a pistol from her bag and pointed it at them.

Zheng Fan: "..."

I go.

He was ready to see what this magical little host could do. It was known that Lin Yilin had a good brain and could play with some supernatural things like talismans and spells. On weekdays, he could see a lot of mysterious supernatural materials that combined Chinese and Western styles in the office.

Zheng opposed the impression that Lin Yilin was a self-taught little wizard.

Then her immediate choice was to pull out her gun.

Awesome, is this an effective solution?

It was quite effective and scared the opponent directly.

Most of them are modern cities with complex ethnic groups. The official languages are mainly Chinese and English, and the degree of liberalization is not inferior to the America in Zheng Fan's previous life.

Therefore, it is only natural for a young girl to draw a gun to defend herself.

The people from the Banmu Office didn't dare to bother her any more. Lin Yilin put the gun back into her bag but didn't take her hand out of the bag. She just turned around and left slowly.

"Do you have a gun license?" Zheng Fan asked from the side.

"Huh? Why do you need that?" Lin Yilin was puzzled. "Isn't having a gun in your hand the best proof of possession of a gun?"

Although it seemed that the gun license Lin Yilin mentioned was a little different from what he said, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that there was no problem.

"If you refuse the recruitment, what will you do if their firm really wants to make trouble for you?" Zheng asked back.

In response, Lin Yilin's tone became more relaxed: "Aren't you hallucinating, sir?"

The matter was revealed here. They came here not for such a trivial matter, but to find a perfect piece of toast.

They came to an alley off the street.

“When I was buying groceries, I asked the lady at the front desk and she told me this is where they give bread to the homeless.”

You can indeed see a lot of bread crumbs and the like here, and the unpleasant smell is mixed with a hint of pastry aroma.

I came to a large cardboard box in the corner, where a homeless man was rummaging through something.

Seeing someone coming, he immediately looked over, looking expectantly at Lin Yilin, or more precisely, at the bag in Lin Yilin's hand. These homeless people were very familiar with the brand of the pastry shop.

Lin Yilin's kindness got the better of her and she pulled out her gun.

"Ah! I didn't mean anything else! Don't kill me!" The homeless man was suddenly frightened and turned around and ran into the depths of the alley and disappeared.

Lin Yilin and Zheng Fan stayed where they were.

After a moment, Lin Yilin explained awkwardly: "...Um, my hand was on the gun the whole time, and I accidentally...I wanted to share some toast with him."

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Zheng Fan said with narrowed eyes.

"how come."

"Your character is much more complicated than I thought." How come this character can be a bit dark when cut open?

Lin Yilin pretended not to hear, put the gun back, put on gloves and started searching inside the cardboard box.

But in the end he didn't find anything, so he took off his gloves and threw them on the ground, stomped on them a few times, then took out a small bottle of grayish-white powder, unscrewed the cap and sprinkled it directly on the gloves.

Putting away the glass bottle, she raised her foot again and stomped hard on the dusty gloves.

After doing all this, she just lowered her head and stared at the gloves that were trampled to pieces.

"…What is this? Performance art?"

"A way to draw inspiration. This ash is mixed by myself, and it is a material I got from the black world." Lin Yilin stared intently, but was still able to concentrate and talk to Zheng Fan.

After waiting for a while, a gust of wind suddenly blew the dust off the gloves, dispersing some of it.

Lin Yilin suddenly had an idea. She took out an old compass with one hand and grabbed a small handful of ash with the other hand and sprinkled it on the compass.

At this time, Zheng Fan saw that the compass seemed to be covered by a shadow. It was very similar to the black world he saw when he first came to this world. It was as if a layer of shadow from that world was reflected on this compass.

Then the compass began to turn.

"Toast... toast... toast..." Lin Yilin muttered to herself as she watched the compass turning.

After the compass regained stability, she said, "Got it."

"How did it come about?" Zheng Fan said he didn't understand.

"Through some means, the black world is caused to overlap with a certain medium, and the fantasy power of the black world is temporarily borrowed. In fact, it is not difficult to learn, but it depends on the person's qualifications. After mastering it, everyone's method of drawing power is different. If you are good at it, you can even manually create fantasy objects through this method." Lin Yilin answered.

"Just a fantasy?" Zheng Fan keenly grasped some of the key points.

Lin Yilin understood what he was thinking: "Illusions and hallucinations are not that easy to create, at least I can't do it by myself, but as long as you are patient and well prepared, it is theoretically feasible."

Zheng Fan felt that Lin Yilin seemed to be hiding something in this regard.

But he didn't take it too seriously. They had only known each other for a short while, and it was unrealistic for them to know everything about each other all of a sudden.

"Can I touch it?" Zheng Fan stretched out his hand.

From his perspective, the compass was shrouded in shadow and had a certain appeal, a bit like when he saw Chen Wen, who was suffering from hallucinations, earlier in the morning, so maybe he could give it a try.

Lin Yilin did not refuse and handed over the compass.

The two approached final contact.

He didn't get through, and the compass, which still retained Lin Yilin's warmth, was firmly grasped by Zheng Fan.

"It really works..." Lin Yilin was also a little surprised.

“If this is possible, then I’d better forget about eating.” Zheng Fan immediately brainstormed whether it would be possible to add a buff to the food so that he could just touch it and eat normally.

But when I thought about Lin Yilin's strange ritual, I decided to give it up.

Does anyone really like food that has been stepped on and covered in ashes by a pretty girl?
No way?
"I'm sorry, I haven't worked out such a sophisticated additional ritual yet." Lin Yilin also knew what Zheng Fan was thinking, but could only say apologetically.

Zheng Fan waved his hand, looked at the compass and said, "Let's get down to business. At least if we find that thing, I can eat it."

Compared to unrealistic fantasies, it feels like biting toast is closer to reality.

Lin Yilin took out a lighter, lit a fire and cleaned up the scene of her ceremony, then followed the instructions with a compass.

"It's so easy to find the target this way." Zheng Fan couldn't help but say on the way.

This is only slightly better than the tricks of some charlatans who just fiddle with some little gadgets and claim to have predicted something.

"Because this goal is indeed easy to find. Is there really another perfect piece of toast that can be chewed in this world?"

"Indeed, there is no other toast as perfect as this in the world."

That's perfect bite-sized toast.

Zheng Fan was convinced at once.

The two walked through the alleys, passing many homeless people sleeping in the dark alleys, and vaguely saw underground gangs conducting certain transactions in some corners.

These are the norm in gray neighborhoods.

Lin Yilin, a girl with scars on her face but still very young and beautiful, naturally looked quite out of place when passing by such a place, attracting some attention.

Until the compass pointed to a wall.

"Found it." Zheng Fan said.

"It should be here, but why is it here?" Lin Yilin looked at the building in front of her, "This is the territory of the Black Scorpion Gang on Dongding Road."

"Gangster?"

"Well, it's actually a small gang that's not very prominent, and it has some connections with the Banmu Office. This is the property they just acquired, and there have been rumors recently that the Black Scorpion Gang is involved in some drug smuggling transactions."

Lin Yilin looked at the building in front of her and told her all the information like she knew it by heart.

"How do you know so well?"

"I just keep an eye on my surroundings. It looks like I need to go in and take a look, but it's a bit troublesome and my personal ability may limit it, Mr. Illusion." Lin Yilin looked around. She had stayed here for a little too long, and the spies of the Black Scorpion Gang nearby had gathered around.

"Then it seems it's my turn next. Go on." Zheng Fan had disappeared from Lin Yilin's side without anyone noticing.

The girl's shadow split into two.

(End of this chapter)