Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 13 After the Thirty

Zheng Fan met Lin Yilin at the end of May, and soon after they met, May was about to end completely.

And the day that Zheng had been silently waiting for has finally arrived.

May 30th.

"You want to go to a violent world?" Lin Yilin, who was busy writing notes, raised her head and looked at Zheng Fan when she heard his plan.

Zheng Fan was lying on the sofa, fiddling with a piece of toast with one hand, and replied lazily, "When I was wandering around this morning, I heard people discussing this. The activities of the police and those uniformed personnel in the handling bureau have also increased. They should be preparing for this."

"Although there are not non-existent dates at the end of every month, it is necessary to prepare in advance." Lin Yilin nodded gently. "Xixikeke Street is a large block and will be the first to be affected. We need to be especially vigilant."

"I'm new here so I want to go take a look, maybe I'll find something. Do you want to go?"

"No." Lin Yilin refused decisively.

"Hey~, if the violent worlds overlap, there should be many events that can be used to boost performance." Zheng Fan was a little surprised. After all, Lin Yilin was the one who dared to go to him, the black illusion, alone despite the violent level of the [chicken] level.

I thought she was the type who liked to travel to many places.

"An incident is an incident, and a commission is a commission. An incident without a client has nothing to do with me and will only cause trouble." Lin Yilin's cold voice spoke some ruthless words.

But she was not wrong.

"Then I'll go by myself? Then I can only watch from the side." Zheng Fan felt a little regretful.

Lin Yilin blinked.

Therefore, the reason why Zheng Fan wanted Lin Yilin to go was simply because he hoped to be able to use her body to participate at the appropriate time.

"Awoo!" Toast was eager to try, but it was also a chicken. Without Lin Yilin's body, Zheng Fan would not be able to save Toast if it was killed, so it could not be brought along.

It's just toast.

Being rejected by Zheng Fan, Toast suddenly felt lost, and his wagging little tail drooped down.

Zheng Fan didn't care, and thought that the heartless Toast would soon adjust himself.

"Didn't you say that I could level up there? If you want to improve your combat effectiveness, maybe that's a way to do it?" Zheng Fan still had some hope.

Lin Yilin picked up her cartoon earthworm teacup and took a sip of water: "The violence index of the red world is not so easy to obtain. It is convenient to increase the violence index through violent behavior, but the blood red factor in it will also gradually change people."

"Impulsive, irritable, paranoid, addicted to violence, used to solving all problems with violence, becoming a violent maniac, a lunatic, a psychopath, a butcher. When the gray on the body is completely stained with red, it can only stay there forever."

"Can I do it too?" Zheng asked back.

"Mr. Hallucination has turned completely black. It doesn't matter. Black is the deepest color and cannot be stained by any other color." Lin Yilin tilted her head and replied.

It sounds like Zheng Fan is beyond help.

Afterwards, Zheng Fan asked about the specific circumstances of the overlapping worlds.

Lin Yilin generously shared the information: "When the overlap occurs, most people won't have any obvious feelings, but some more perceptive people may see some signs. Then, some qualified people will be attracted and included, and then residents of the Red World will appear. They may be native residents, or they may be the people I mentioned before who reside in the Red World."

"Is it possible for these inhabitants to leave that world?"

"Yes. It's even simpler than the illusion lingering in reality. Every time a violent world overlaps, public security will be very poor for a period of time. Most of the reason is that the impact of violence makes ordinary people impulsive and irritable. Another reason is that some residents of the violent world have fled here..."

"Will it turn Dadu into Gotham?" Zheng thought back.

"What is Gotham?" Lin Yilin asked curiously.

"It's a well-known big city in my world. The crime rate is high but the people are great. It's probably about the same." Zheng Fan explained. Although it was in a fantasy work... that's not right. There are also such people in reality. It's just a few super criminals.

"Mr. Illusion's world?" Lin Yilin was quite curious.

Zheng Fan did not hide the fact that he was a "time traveler", because from the perspective of most of this world, he was indeed a time traveler from "another world".

When he told her this, Lin Yilin's expression did not change at all. According to her, the depth of the dark world far exceeds the imagination of real people, or in other words, the depth of the dark world is as deep as the thinking and imagination of real people.

The black world is just a general term. There are countless worlds within it. The more the illusion that emerges from it grows, the more it can reflect its origin.

In this kind of mature and powerful illusion, their world will become more complete.

Lin Yilin believes that there is a complete other world in Zheng Fan’s memory, and it is very normal for him to have a complete life in that world.

The only strange thing is that Zheng Fan's world is a relatively normal and ordinary world, which is different from most powerful illusions.

This conversation with Lin Yilin almost made Zheng Fan feel a little unconfident.

He really couldn't be sure whether the world before he traveled through time was part of the so-called black world.

However, Zheng Fan only hesitated for a while before letting it go.

Because it’s too troublesome to think about this kind of thing, I’m too lazy to think about it.

It was getting dark. At dusk, Lin Yilin packed up and left the office. Before leaving, she looked back at the office sign that still had graffiti on it: "I hope it won't be too messy this time."

After saying that, he turned and left.

……

Zheng Fan stayed with Tu Si in the office until dark. As time passed, the clock hands on the wall gradually approached twelve o'clock, and the electronic clock on the desk also ticked.

He sat on the sofa, silently watching the clock ticking and listening to the noise outside.

The sound of sirens flashed from time to time, and police lights shone into the house from the window again and again and then quickly went away.

tick tock...tick tock...

at last.

The hour and minute hands pointed to twelve o'clock.

It was silent, but Zheng Fan opened his eyes wide.

Outside the window, a blood-red light suddenly shone in, casting a thick red filter over his eyes.

A true red world.

The hands of the clock on the wall continued to move, but the date displayed on the electronic clock on the table did not change. After May 30th, it was still May 30th.

The bloody number thirty.

I picked up Toast who had fallen asleep on the floor and put him on the sofa, then covered him with a blanket.

When Toast is not moving, it will fold up its short legs, ears and tail, turning back into the perfect shape of Toast, making it difficult to distinguish.

Zheng Fan's action of covering Toast with a blanket looked a little funny.

After doing this, he turned and walked out, his body passing through the door.

boom!
As soon as I went out, I heard a loud noise at an intersection not far away.

It turned out that a police car collided with a gray van.

Officers immediately got out of the police car and van, and the police officers confronted the gangsters in front of them with guns raised.

The thugs who were originally armed with knives and sticks were a little hesitant when they saw the gun at first, but suddenly a thug in the crowd also pulled out a gun and shot directly at the approaching police.

The scene was instantly chaotic.

(End of this chapter)