Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 12 No Longer Walking Alone
It has short limbs, with raised corners on both sides of the front end shaped like ears, and a short raised part at the end that should be a short tail.

From a distance you may not be able to distinguish it from a Corgi.

"Awooo!" When Toast got closer and saw "Lin Yilin", he suddenly let out a crisp cry.

"Hey, do you remember me? Dad is here to see you." Zheng Fan used Lin Yilin's body to greet her.

The toast seemed to have raised its head. Although it had no eyes, Zheng Fan could feel that it seemed to be observing him.

"Dog?" Lin Yilin asked calmly.

"Probably. I wonder if the cat gun likes it." Zheng raised the gun in his hand, and the cat head made a meow, and no one knew what emotion it contained.

"Ah!" Toast's body shook, as if he finally recognized Zheng Fan and let out a happy cry.

Although it bit Zheng Fan and ran away when it was born, the child seemed to have finally realized the beauty of its family after struggling in society and looked very happy.

Just as he was about to take his short legs and run towards Zheng Fan, Zheng Fan also opened his arms, ready to hug him.

Thinking that he actually had the opportunity to perform such a touching scene.

He decided to forgive the toast for taking that bite of his.

After all, it's just a piece of toast.

boom!
A gunshot rang out suddenly, and Toast's running came to an abrupt stop. A charred hole appeared on his back, and he died on the spot.

Zheng was awkwardly holding his hand, then he withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, helplessly looking at Lao Sang who stumbled out from under the car: "Come on, people have turned around and stopped watching the explosion. It's already the victory animation. You have no sense of humor. And it's just a piece of toast! You shot at the toast?!"

Old Sang didn't want to argue back. He didn't have the strength to do so. His vision was going dark. He had already lost a lot of blood and had been hit hard.

Fortunately, the best decision he made in the desperate situation was not to continue to pick at the toast, but to fasten his seat belt when the situation was irreversible.

Thanks to the invincible airbag, he survived by chance.

I have time to take revenge on this damn piece of toast!

He kicked the toast hard and sent it flying, feeling extremely relieved. Then he pointed the gun at Zheng Fan with his eyes wide open: "It's our bad luck, you lucky brat."

"Who's behind you? How dare you lay your hands on our goods? Who sent you here? What's your purpose? It doesn't matter. If I can't wait for rescue, I'll take you with me when I die!"

"..." Zheng Fan and Lin Yilin fell into silence.

"Are you scared? Don't dare to speak?!" Lao Sang felt his body was very hot, his emotions were surging, he was very excited, but his judgment was relatively declining.

“No one can steal our goods!”

"...No, buddy." Zheng Fan raised his hand to interrupt, "I just want the piece of toast that was kicked away by your gorgeous shot just now."

Old Sang: “…”

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

After a brief silence, Lao Sang suddenly broke down emotionally. Most low-level gangsters would collapse in an instant.

He pulled the trigger and fired continuously at Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan raised the cat gun faster than him, and the child's toy-like pistol fired bullets with a "meow" sound, and the two bullets rubbed against each other.

Zheng Fan raised his hand and grabbed the opponent's bullet and crushed it. A bloody hole appeared between Old Sang's eyebrows, and he fell with his head raised up with a hideous face.

Until his body fell to the ground, Zheng Fan didn't pay much attention to this "gangster passerby".

Rushing to the side of the road where Toast had been kicked to the point of being shrunken, Zheng Fan picked it up with a distressed look on his face.

"Woo..."

"It's okay, I will remember you. Although you bit me and I didn't have time to bite you back... or I could have bitten you back while it was still hot, but you had just been kicked by someone, and there was white powder of unknown drugs and some abnormal 'strawberry jam' on your body, so it's hard for me to swallow it..." Zheng Fan used Lin Yilin's body with a tearful expression, but the words he said were not very pleasant to hear.

"Woo..."

"Hmm? Do you have any last words? Speak louder, I'm listening."

"Ouch..."

Zheng Fan was stunned and threw the toast on the ground: "You can recover by adding some flour. Why didn't you say so earlier? What a waste of expression."

“Ouch…” Toast’s nonexistent expression must have been a bit speechless.

……

After buying a bag of flour from the supermarket nearby and sprinkling it on Toast, Toast immediately recovered as before. The bullet holes on his body disappeared, and the parts that were kicked in were filled up again.

It was still so perfect and pleasing to the eyes. Then they left the scene with toast in their arms.

On the way back, Lin Yilin's shadow asked, "So its actual function is to be able to infinitely regenerate toast as long as it relies on flour?"

"Huh? Doesn't it bite people? Its violence index might be higher than yours." Zheng Fan raised the toast as if he was lifting Simba.

Toast was surprisingly well behaved, with only its four short legs twitching from time to time.

Lin Yilin: “…”

This is at most at the [Chicken] level. If you have to say that it is slightly stronger than her chicken, it is probably the difference between an ordinary chicken and a fighting cock.

"Can we keep it?" Zheng asked back.

"But the commission..."

The client wants to get this fantasy object, and they have to hand over the toast if they want to complete the commission.

"Ouch~." Toast yelled.

"Since this is a fantasy created by you, Mr. Hallucination, you naturally have the right to dispose of it now that it is in your hands. It's just an insignificant little commission, so give up." Lin Yilin also made a decision quickly.

Zheng Fan was easier to talk to than she had imagined.

Although he was incredibly strong, from the slightest clues, it could be seen that he was indeed a very dangerous illusion. When he took over her body, he killed people without blinking an eye. The factory building was already littered with corpses. Under the playful surface, there was a bottomless black.

But he would still interact and talk with Lin Yilin like a normal person.

Although the respect coming from Illusion was a little strange, Lin Yilin accepted the respect and had to give Mr. Illusion more honesty.

Is she someone who will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals?
Lin Yilin asked herself, under the right circumstances, she definitely would.

She didn't care about the illegal drug trade at all because it had nothing to do with her commission. The people in the firm only needed to handle their own business and not consider other things.

They are not superheroes, and there is no essential difference between them and illegal underground gangs.

If she hadn't met the easy-to-talk Mr. Illusion, she might even continue some attempts that might cause real danger and attract black terror out of anxiety about the power in her hands.

She actually doesn't care much about the people and things around her.

But at this moment, Lin Yilin watched Mr. Illusion holding a toast puppy with his body, and the cat gun in the bag made regular snoring sounds in his sleep.

She realized somewhat slowly that after her adoptive father, she seemed to no longer be a human being.

……

The next day, Lin Yilin opened the door of the office.

I saw a piece of toast and a baguette chasing and fighting in the office.

"Mr. Illusion, didn't you start practicing turning into a bird and flying? Why did you turn into... a baguette?"

The running baguette paused for a moment, and then was knocked over by the toast. He rolled over and turned back into Zheng Fan, falling to the ground awkwardly: "Well, I was afraid that the toast would be lonely and wanted to find a companion for it, but I only have one bead, so I decided to use it sparingly, so I just made do with myself."

"Okay." A very convincing reason.

Lin Yilin sat down at the desk in the back, turned on the computer, and received an email right away.

From the Xixikoko Street Police Station?

She opened the email and quickly scanned it, then became a little dazed.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Fan noticed and came to her side holding toast and asked.

"We were commended for disrupting the gang's illegal drug trade and exposing the Black Scorpion Gang and a series of related illegal trade chains," Lin Yilin replied.

Zheng Fan moved against her body, and his image was naturally recorded by the roadside camera.

Most of the authorities are not that keen on commending the agencies, and often they just pretend not to see such a thing. The police can even take all the credit, so why not?
But Lin Yilin had someone in the police station. Her uncle Drake took advantage of a little opportunity to help out, and the commendation came.

"It's pretty good. Although a small and high-quality commission failed, you have gained something else. For your current firm, any accumulation of popularity and reputation is a good thing. Righteous Miss Lin Yilin."

Zheng Fan smiled slightly and rubbed the toast in his hand on Lin Yilin's face, and the toast also rubbed it in cooperation.

When Lin Yilin wanted to reach out to take the toast, he suddenly took his hand back, turned around like dancing, and started playing with the baguette and toast again.

Lin Yilin watched this scene helplessly, but the smile on her lips lasted for a long time and did not disappear immediately.

(End of this chapter)