Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 173: In Memory of Officer Drake's Car
"Damn it, why did it turn out like this! Master Yagui never told me what was going on in this little house!"

"But he seemed to have said not to come near casually."

"We're not being casual, are we? We're trying to pursue our goal..."

"Anyway, this should be an accident. The problem now is that there are still many hallucinations here. It's too dangerous. We need to find a way to leave here quickly."

There were two people sitting in the passenger seat, and one of them moved over the seat to the back seat while talking.

"This car seems to belong to the woman just now?" someone said after taking a look.

"It doesn't matter who it belongs to, but it's her words...see if there's anything useful in the car."

"There is a pair of shoes. Why are they embroidered shoes? Does that woman have such a hobby?" The person in the back seat said, picking up a pair of embroidered shoes.

"What's the use of shoes? Look for it again."

"There is also a thick quilt... Ouch, the pattern on the quilt scared me." The man picked up the thick quilt again, unfolded a part of it, and was frightened by the human face pattern on it.

"Don't bother with these nonsense. Those two are still following us. Anything else?"

"as well as……"

The person in the back seat suddenly stopped talking. Through the rearview mirror, I could see him staring blankly at the corner of the back seat.

"Hey! Hey? What's wrong with you at this time?" The person in the passenger seat shouted a few times but there was no response. He also leaned over to look in the corner of the back seat where the other person was looking.

Then he was also stunned.

The driver noticed something was wrong: "What's wrong with you two?"

no respond.

I called out the names of the two people, but they were still in a daze, as if they were thinking about something very important in their lives. The driver finally couldn't stand it anymore and turned his head: "Damn emergency, stop joking with me, is it funny!?"

Just after he finished cursing, he saw something that made his two teammates stunned.

It was a piece of toast with perfect outlines and golden surface. It seemed to emit a little golden light under the reflection of the wheat field outside the car window. It was so perfect that it made people wonder if there was really such a perfect piece of toast in the world? And why did this perfect piece of toast end up in the small back seat of this car?

The vehicles drove over the bumpy road, and the occasional bumps made the toast vibrate, which was shocking. What fell off with the bumps were not the crumbs of toast, but their hearts!

Ah~! Toast——!
The person in the back seat was the first to come to his senses, a little confused, and then looked forward with a look of horror on his face: "Front! There's going to be a collision! Drive! Why the hell did you let go of the steering wheel with both hands!?"

Such a loud shout successfully brought the two men back to their senses, but when they wanted to rescue them, it was too late.

At the corner, the vehicle hit the guardrail directly, overturned on the spot, and fell into another wheat field.

The wheat was crushed to the ground, and the two people from the gray crowd crawled out in a panic from the overturned vehicle. Their physical fitness brought by their high violence index prevented them from dying so easily in a car accident caused by staring at toast, although the car was traveling at such a high speed that a collision would still cause serious injuries.

"Fuck, there's something wrong with this car..."

"Is it the car that's wrong?"

"Uh……"

"Huh? Where's the other person?" The two people who crawled out looked at each other, covering their wounds, only to find that one of their teammates was missing. They squatted down and looked at the back seat, only to find that the back seat was also empty.

There were traces of blood from being dragged.

The two called out the third person's name, but received no response.

An ominous premonition looms.

Whizzing--

Suddenly, the wheat behind me shook, making a rustling sound.

They turned back quickly and only vaguely saw a flat, long object crawling darkly into the wheat field.

"What was that just now? An illusion?"

"No, it doesn't look like it, it looks like cloth? Not sure... No, we can't stay here for long, the two illusions may be catching up soon, we have to leave here quickly!" After the two said this, they no longer cared about the missing person and prepared to run away.

"Ah!" A scream suddenly rang out, echoing in the wheat field.

“What the hell is this! Is it ever going to end?” One person was already going crazy. Even though they had been slaves of three families for so many years, very few of the Gray People had been able to withstand this level of pressure directly!

The other person was closer and walked forward to push aside the wheat, then saw the bloody corpse in it.

There were severe marks of biting, whipping, and trampling on the body. One could feel how much the murderer hated the deceased and his resentment was almost overflowing.

“How could it be…when…” The breathing became increasingly heavy, and the member’s back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Rustling——

The wheat next to the corpse suddenly shook, and something was moving inside. It was not an illusion caused by the nervousness just now, but real!

"later!"

Not far away, the last teammate was shouting something to him in horror.

The distance between them was only a few steps, but it seemed so long at this moment that he could no longer react.

The blood knife drew a blood line in the air and cut the golden wheat. The golden toast jumped out, holding a fruit knife-sized thing in its mouth and directly cut his neck.

After the toast was cut, it dashed back into the wheat field again, its protective coloration blending in perfectly.

Now, there is only one person left.

"Toast, toast..." The last survivor's eyes widened. After the woman who challenged the horror was under great pressure, she was dragged into this strange world and was chased by hallucinations. After a series of heart-pounding experiences, his teammate finally died at the hands of a piece of toast...

The absurdity and ridiculousness had brought his spirit to the brink of collapse.

While I was in a daze, a rustling sound approached rapidly.

He turned his head slowly and saw a distorted "human face" rushing towards him.

That's not a human face.

That's a quilt.

He was hit in the face by the quilt, and the force caught him off guard. He was about to fall. The embroidered shoes appeared behind him, creating several clones of the shoes, with the shoelaces intertwined and connected into a string. The sole of the shoe in the front pierced out a hideous hook and grabbed the opponent's body, pulling hard.

"Ah!" The barb pierced the flesh, causing severe pain and slightly clearing the opponent's brain.

But before he could wake up, he was hugged by the quilt.

The consciousness that was about to awaken from the haze began to feel sleepy. For those who wanted to escape from reality at this time, this sleepiness was just right.

With his shoes being pulled from behind and the quilt being thrown from the front, this member of the Gray Life Clan finally fell down.

The toast shuttled through the wheat field, and his figure holding a bloody knife carried a murderous aura.

If he fell asleep here, his life would be over and he would become the soul killed by Toast's knife.

"Why! Why do you treat me like this! What have I done! Why do I have to suffer this..."

Toast walked in front of it and was stunned: "Ouch?"

Then he squeezed out a pair of hands from both sides of his body and quickly wrote a line of words in front of the other person's eyes with his fingers:

You stole our car.

"..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

(End of this chapter)