Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 159 Rushing
The distance between Xixikeke Street and Jiangwen Street is indeed far. The actual area of Dadu is already very exaggerated. Coupled with the spatial dislocation and overlap caused by some frictions between the worlds, the actual area is difficult to fully count.

"The world looks different in different people's eyes." This is a literary and philosophical description, but it is often expressed in a rather simplistic and crude way.

Lin Yilin borrowed Officer Drake's car.

As for how she borrowed the money, we only know that the old man's blind date seemed to have failed again, and Lin Yilin's trickery was very good, which always made the old man want to have a relationship.

Lin Yilin had told Drake about his fortune some time ago and said that he would definitely find a partner this year.

Look, the year is only halfway through and he still has a long way to go.

This car is not cheap. Just in terms of the brand, it can be considered a high-end car in the public's impression. Although the configuration is quite simple, it is also a luxury car in the eyes of outsiders, isn't it?

Drake holds a high position in the Heathco Police Department, but the fact that he can afford this car shows that he makes a lot of extra money.

Lin Yilin didn't even need a navigation system for the slightly long road.

The experience of riding in her car is not very good. Of course, if it is Zheng Fan, it doesn't matter. Lin Yilin is a speeding maniac. Since she got on the main road, she would speed up as long as there are few cars.

But she wouldn't be caught speeding. She knew every speed detection route well and could even accurately predict where the police would patrol. Of course, she wasn't afraid of that.

Thanks to this, the progress efficiency is much faster than expected.

Zheng Fan was sitting in the passenger seat, and the back seat of the car was covered with a quilt, on which were a pair of shoes and a piece of golden toast.

Although they were only going to be away for one or two days, they obviously couldn't just leave the three little ones in the office. Zheng Fan was worried about them, but Lin Yilin was worried about her beloved sofa.

"Toast, don't bite the car seats. This is not my car. If there is any tear on the car when we go back, I will tear you in half and give you as compensation to Uncle Drake." Lin Yilin glanced at the rearview mirror inside the car and immediately warned or threatened Toast when she saw him move unusually.

"Ouch~." Toast just opened his mouth and then closed it innocently. He didn't want to become a hand-torn old bread.

"Binary sister, would you be a little scared without Xixi Keke?" Zheng was playing with his black sparrow hand puppet. Although it was just a sudden idea a few days ago, he is now vaguely addicted to it.

"Why are you scared? Is it because you've left the intelligence network you're familiar with?" Lin Yilin asked doubtfully, but then she answered herself: "Apart from a part of the intelligence network that I inherited from my adoptive father, a large part of it is something I built myself, and it's the same no matter where you are."

She is capable not because of her intelligence network, but she is able to build an intelligence network because of her ability.

"That's true. Why haven't I seen Luo Ye in this period of time? I thought she would come more often when she was free."

"She went to find a reliable earthquake expert, which is a bit hard to find in Dadu, so she had to travel a little further."

"Oh." Zheng Fan responded casually, took out his mobile phone and started looking for nice songs.

This really touched upon Lin Yilin’s blind spot in knowledge. She was not that interested in pop music: “Mr. Hallucination has been listening to more songs recently, and they are all pop songs.”

"I'm doing some market research for Xiaoyang."

"It's better to choose something that you are good at, like style," Lin Yilin suggested.

"It doesn't matter. Xiaoyang's talent can solve things like style. Diverse styles are not a bad thing. It's just for fun anyway." Zheng Fan laughed.

As he spoke, Zheng Fan selected a pop rock song and turned up the volume to play it loudly.

"Let's go! How can a road movie be without travel music! Woohoo!" Zheng Fan stuck his head out of the window and shouted.

Toast also poked his head out of the window happily: "Awooo~!"

Lin Yilin smiled helplessly, then stepped on the accelerator. Soon, she passed the car in front of her. There was a couple in the car. They watched the car passing by in the blink of an eye and couldn't help but fall into a daze.

Did they just see a piece of toast in the back seat of that car howling to the sky? The inexplicable mental sluggishness almost caused their car to hit the roadside guardrail when turning.

……

When it was almost dusk in the afternoon, Zheng Fan and Lin Yilin finally saw the road sign for Linjiu District. After passing the road sign, they quickly entered the bustling urban area.

There were tall buildings on both sides of the street and heavy traffic on the main road. Only then did Lin Yilin stop speeding.

The three little ones looked dead as soon as they entered the white city area.

It was like it had turned back into an ordinary object. Zheng Fan suspected that if he bit the toast now, it might actually be eaten. It was too scary.

Without further ado, Lin Yilin's first stop was the old district of Linjiu City. Although there were many new buildings here, the average height of the houses was still much shorter, and the density of houses had also increased.

And Zheng Fan has been looking up at the sky since he arrived in Linjiu City.

"Mr. Hallucination, what are you looking at?" asked the binary girl casually, who had been driving like an iron man for a whole day and only stopped for half an hour to rest for lunch.

"Check out the local gangs."

"The gangs in the White City area are just some hooligans who pose no threat at all. If you want to arrange a fight, you can only go to the neighboring Jiangwen Street."

"That's not the kind of gang I'm talking about."

"...Okay." Lin Yilin understood what Zheng Fan meant. It turned out that he was watching birds.

Zheng Fan simply turned into a black sparrow and flew away, and checked it himself, and this was what it felt like to be pecked by a sparrow.

After Lin Yilin arrived at her destination and parked the car on the side of the road, Zheng Fan also flew back to his original form and swept his hair cleanly: "Very good, there are no flying little beasts with strange intelligence here."

Lin Yilin no longer complains.

It is well known that the existence of the suspected King of Illusion will become cowardly in the White City.

But there were still important things to do. Although she had traveled a long way here, Lin Yilin did not intend to rest. She began her investigation on the spot with great mobility.

The bungalow in front of her was the destination of part of the transaction amount after the auction of the Bilott family inheritance in Jiangwen Street that day.

Most of the Bilott family have changed their names and gone their own way. This name doesn't help them in Dadu anymore and can even cause trouble. The only main member who still exists is the old patriarch who is lying in a private hospital in Linjiu District. He doesn't have much time left. He was lucky not to faint after learning that the last person in the family sold the inheritance.

Lin Yilin actually tracked down the whereabouts of several members of the Bilot family, but she speculated that the most valuable one was this place.

She rang the doorbell directly.

"There are hidden cameras in this shabby little house, covering multiple angles. The owner doesn't seem to feel very safe. People often come and go at the front door, but this mixed smell, oh my god, it's my favorite snail noodles. The owner had snail noodles in the afternoon! It must be takeout!" While waiting for a response, Zheng Fan glanced at it and said quickly, and suddenly sighed exaggeratedly.

It took a long time for the doorbell to respond.

"I don't need insurance, I don't need flyers or any religious propaganda, thank you." The other end just said helplessly and tiredly and quickly ended the conversation.

As usual, Zheng Fan walked into the other party's house uninvited and saw a fat man in the messy house looking at Lin Yilin on the screen vigilantly.

The smell of snail noodles in the house was even stronger. Zheng Fan saw the leftover packaging box. This person left a lot of soup, no wonder it was so fragrant.

(End of this chapter)