Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 294 Toast Playing the Piano
"Did you gain anything over there?" Zheng Fan and Lin Yilin returned to the outside of the office and asked.

Lin Yilin shrugged. "It's hard to say what we have gained. The main reason is that there are too many channels to stop them. As long as they want to speak out, there are plenty of channels in Dadu. Yagui has no shortage of financial resources and connections. He has been laying the groundwork for such a long time, so he must have made a lot of preparations."

Zheng thought for a moment and said, "Rather than their channels, I am more curious about how to determine that they believe this kind of propaganda will definitely achieve the intended purpose. This kind of thing is very complicated if you want to explain it in detail."

"Indeed, so these should be just foreshadowing, and there is a certain trump card that makes them think this operation can be directly established." As she said, Lin Yilin looked at the message that popped up on her phone: "Another new disaster movie about earthquakes has been released. I don't pay much attention to the film industry, but I didn't expect that there were actually quite a lot of trailers in the past few years."

"There is also a very easy way to significantly increase discussion and attention, and even cause a lot of social repercussions and get most people to pay attention to the earthquake." Zheng Fan thought.

"Ok?"

"Wouldn't it be enough to just admit that the earthquake was man-made, or even for Yagui to expose himself as the mastermind behind it?"

Lin Yilin was stunned, then her eyes slowly widened.

She overlooked one problem.

Just like she had been treating Yagui as an object of hatred since she discovered him, but lost sight of him after she found out that earthquakes had natural causes.

On the other hand, if people who have always thought that what they suffered was just a natural disaster and who may have buried their pain in the passage of time for the past ten years knew that earthquakes were man-made and not natural...

How many people say they will let it go if they want to, but how many people are actually still holding on to it but just can’t find the target?
In a place like Dadu, the latter is indispensable.

Regardless of whether there is evidence or not, once this news is widely publicized, some people will definitely be restless. How many of those who have been silent for ten years have already spread to every corner of the capital?
Once it explodes, it will definitely cause a big uproar, and Yagui can easily fan the flames. Given his situation, just revealing some news and evidence can immediately intensify the conflict and strengthen the determination of those who intend to take revenge.

The only price he paid was that he put himself in opposition to the entire city.

To the lunatics who have gone this far, it doesn't matter at all.

"If he does this, it will be a complete conspiracy and there is no way to stop him. Although Lao Luo brought back the real earthquake information, the topic will be hyped up by then, and how you will 'refute the rumors' will be a matter for later. When he really plans to play this card, it means that he is fully prepared."

Zheng Fan's voice added calmly.

To put it bluntly, this madman who killed two dominant families in Dadu one after another for his childhood sweetheart, and now is suspected of preparing to set up a large event in Dadu to mourn his lover, must have accumulated too many cards over the years.

Of course, Lin Yilin also has a lot of cards in her hands. With her own accumulation over the past ten years and the extension of her network of contacts, she can also block Yagui's plan. However, it is not realistic to use this to directly block the opponent and leave him with no choice.

Lin Yilin sighed: "They have made so many preparations. I am a little girl who just reads books most of the time. I am really no match for them."

"..."

"What's wrong? Are you not talking, Mr. Illusion?"

"Because I feel like you just want to pretend and say a few discouraging words so that I can pamper you." Zheng Fan crossed his arms across his chest, looking like a person with low EQ, dullness, and a wooden streak.

No, Lin Yilin knew that Zheng Fan’s EQ was not low at all. It would be better to say that he understood too well so he liked to see through things and do the opposite.

Defensive power MAX, tsk.

"Mr. Illusion, who knows how to be romantic but just isn't, is such a bummer."

"If you act so fake and I cooperate with you to succeed, wouldn't it make me look cheap? Industrial saccharin is not good for health. After all, you are not the kind of person who would belittle yourself because of this situation." Zheng shrugged.

Lin Yilin tilted her head: "Does this count as praise and encouragement?"

"You're putting the cart before the horse if you keep fretting over such trivial matters, Miss Binary." Zheng said noncommittally.

The two smiled at each other, and Lin Yilin said, "Yeah, it doesn't matter. Since we can't stop his plan, we can only continue to clip his wings. When all his hands and feet are broken, he will lose the ability to play cards. Find him and kill him directly, and everything will be over."

Clear thinking. It is foolish to try to fight against an opponent who has more time and resources than you.

Lin Yilin has her own methods.

For her, the essence of this game is cat and mouse. With Mr. Illusion by her side, as long as she finds Yagui's location, the game will be over.

There is no need to engage in a public opinion war or cut off information channels.

Just as I was thinking about it, the sound of piano suddenly came from the laboratory behind me.

The familiar three short and one long opening is the piano adaptation of the Symphony of Fate. Zheng Fan and Lin Yilin just turned their heads instead of opening the door of the laboratory to watch, but they felt the advancement of the piano sound and the beating of the notes, the gentle lament for fate, and the flame of resistance competing to show.

The processing of some sounds can be heard to be a little rough, but it is already quite good.

What flows with the music is even more shocking. I can't help but imagine what kind of piano master is sitting in front of the piano, expressing himself with his own hands and the piano.

Lin Yilin waited until the whole song was over before she opened the door and returned to the laboratory with Zheng Fan.

Is it funny? They only saw a sweaty toast lying on the piano keys panting, and Lulu shoes and quilt spirits were clapping - although the two of them couldn't even put together a palm.

“So fast?” Zheng Fan was a little surprised. When he was playing with the mechanical Demon Tabu model, he spent a long time studying it. Is the piano really easier than assembling model toys?
It would be a bit insulting to pianists to say this idea out loud.

But never mind, Toast can play the piano now, and it’s only been less than half an hour.

"Ouch~." The toast was now whimpering, to be more precise. It was burnt out, and the golden crust was fading.

Zheng Fan picked it up and said, "You are really perfect. Where did you hear "Destiny" from?"

"Ouch."

It seems that when Zheng Fan played his own classical music for Lin Yilin, Toast remembered it. Did he just listen to it a few times and then reproduce it when he first touched the piano?

You guy...

In the supernatural world, you really can't take strange things seriously, otherwise your faith will be shattered in an instant.

A certain super illusion couldn't help but think so.

"So did you feel anything different when you were playing the piano just now?" Zheng Fan brought this up. Originally, the purpose of letting Toast get in touch with music was to see if he could trigger the power of the violin killer in a similar form.

"it's here."

Lin Yilin's voice suddenly turned gloomy.

Zheng Fan turned away holding the toast.

Lin Yilin saw a lot of materials, instruments, bottles and jars on the table in the laboratory, all broken into pieces.

Just by looking at Lin Yilin's back, one can feel a sense of oppression even stronger than that in "Destiny".

The panting toast froze, turning from golden and soft toast to hard as a rock black bread.

Yes, that’s right. Now do you know why Toast is so good at playing “Fate”?

(End of this chapter)