Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 25 Money

Zheng slightly clenched his hand, and the broken blood knife fragments were absorbed into his hand and condensed into a small singularity.

As expected, even fantasy objects can be transformed by him.

After doing all this, Zheng Fan temporarily went offline and Lin Yilin logged in.

The main purpose was to help the man deal with the injuries caused by Zheng's counterattack, at least to prevent him from dying from excessive blood loss so quickly.

"Mr. Illusion, have you ever considered the option of keeping him alive for questioning?" Lin Yilin moved quickly without forgetting to ask verbally.

If Zheng Fan hadn't known that using other people's abilities with Lin Yilin's body would weaken her, he would have had no intention of leaving her alive and would have cut her in half.

"Oh, I forgot. Sorry." Zheng Fan stood beside him with his hands on his hips, speaking in a straightforward tone.

Telling the truth is a virtue.

Although there was no sign of apology at all.

Lin Yilin didn't care about it. Although it was a clue, she didn't expect to get anything out of this person.

In other words, it was enough that this person demonstrated the ability to create property illusions in front of her, and from this point on she would have many clues to track down.

Letting this person be interrogated alive is just to see if there are any more unexpected surprises to fill in the blanks.

The man had already fainted during the process. There was no painkiller in the medical bag that Lin Yilin carried with her. The man screamed a few times and then seemed to be dead.

However, it was enough for Lin Yilin to confirm that the vital signs were still holding up.

"Mr. Hallucination, I'm sorry to bother you again. Take him to a quieter place for interrogation. We also need to give him a little life ritual. Otherwise, all your efforts will be in vain if he falls asleep later." Lin Yilin stood up and said.

……

Leaving the community, in an empty alley.

The man suddenly felt a cool breeze in his sleep, and he woke up with a refreshed look.

"I... I'm not dead yet?" He looked at the blue sky through the gap between the buildings, feeling a little confused.

"You're awake? Yes, you are the one with the worst quality among this group of people." Zheng Fan crossed his arms and said seriously.

However, he could only entertain himself in his hallucination state. Lin Yilin was not good at picking up the gags. Although she was actually very interested in the gags Zheng Fan said, as long as she asked, Zheng Fan would say that explaining the gags was as awkward as analyzing the punchlines, and only a bored marketing account would do that, and then refuse to explain.

Is it like playing a joke and making it feel like fishing and then abandoning someone?

Beside her, Lin Yilin packed up the bottles and jars. It was hard to imagine that her small bag could hold so many things. It was as magical as if there was a four-dimensional space.

"Please introduce yourself, sir. Who are you? Which gang do you belong to? What's your relationship with Ms. Kaybis's husband Lind? Why did you go to his house to steal 'property'?" Lin Yilin asked questions one by one. After she sorted out the small bag with both hands, she took out the cat gun with one hand and pointed it at the other party.

"..."

No normal person would be scared by the appearance of the cat gun.

Meow!
A bullet grazed the man's cheek.

"Don't! I said!"

Well, this is scary.

"I... my name is Wang Cheng, just an ordinary person..."

The average person who yells "My money!?" at a box of flesh and blood?

"I am... a colleague of Lin De." Wang Cheng moved slightly and could feel the tearing pain from the wound. There was fear in his eyes when he looked at Lin Yilin.

Although the scarred girl's temperament now was different from that in their previous fight, he didn't have time to think too much.

It is enough to know that the person in front of you is a plague god.

He paused after he finished speaking, trying to test Lin Yilin's reaction, but Lin Yilin looked down at him indifferently like a sculpture, and the muzzle of the gun in her hand did not move at all.

"We work together in the casino!" Wang Cheng raised his voice slightly.

"Which casino?"

"Black market casinos have no fixed location and no formal origin." Wang Cheng replied. It's a bit funny to say that there are formal casinos, but it's not surprising. There are naturally many casinos in the capital, and many gangs and families are involved.

And having no formal origin actually refers to the cakes made by some small and medium-sized gangs that are not recognized by the big forces and cannot have a piece of the cake.

Not only do they have to be investigated by the authorities in the capital, but they also have to be careful about being targeted by big casinos and survive in the cracks.

But the interests are there. A casino can have a complete "industrial chain" that small and medium-sized gangs find difficult to give up.

Lin Yilin was not surprised to hear this and asked, "Do you know where it belongs?"

Wang Cheng shook his head quickly: "We are just... just working for the casino, just an extra-staff cleaner, we have no way of knowing the behind-the-scenes..."

As expected, small does not mean stupid. The gangs that dare to get involved in this area must have some skills and would not leave traces so carelessly.

"How do you know Lind?"

"...I was the one who recruited him into the group." Wang Cheng said in a deep voice.

Oh boy, this is the fuse.

An unknown casino located in the underground black market of a closed community belongs to an unknown gang. Their main personnel are responsible for operating the unknown casino, while most of the people active outside are mainly responsible for deceiving and controlling the gray neighborhood civilians.

Flesh and blood are the currency used in this casino. It is strictly required in the casino that only living creatures’ flesh and blood can be used as equivalent.

As long as you have flesh and blood, you can exchange it for most things that an average person can think of in a casino.

Wealth is at your fingertips.

Low-value currencies are small animals, common birds, pikas, and the like.

Those that are slightly taller are medium to large livestock.

The highest is man.

If they lose all their money in the casino, the casino will not be too harsh on them. It will just give them some equipment and let them go "hunting" on their own. Once they get the starting capital, they can come back and continue gambling.

The thing you win from gambling will definitely not be cash.

Of course, the casino allows cashing out, provided that after a few rounds, you can still tell which is "cash".

At the same time, you can also get "funds" by luring people into the casino.

The non-staff cleaners who are not strong enough, do not care about small money, do not have the courage to take big money, and cannot get it, so they will use this method as their main source of income.

Lind went out on a gloomy day. Although he was in a low mood, he thought of his wife and children at home and tried to cheer up and look for a job.

But continued failures made him discouraged.

The closed community is full of decadence and extravagance, and the originally peaceful life is about to collapse. The gap in life makes him also shaky.

At this time, Wang Cheng came to him.

Even though I know something is wrong, I still get obsessed with it.

The first pot of gold came easily, and he was so happy that he became a fly in the net.

Lost.

Success, success, failure, failure, failure, failure...

After losing everything, he accepted the equipment and conditions handed over by those people, walked out of the casino with Wang Cheng, and started doing the same thing.

Lin Deshang still has persistence. He is more "motivated" than Wang Cheng, who can only earn meager money by recruiting people, because there are people waiting for him at home. He cannot be obsessed with making small amounts of money. The profit from recruiting people once is good, but the efficiency is too low.

His goal is high money.

People like him walking on the street lost their humanity in his eyes.

That's not a person, that's money.

(End of this chapter)