Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 359 Lying down on the train tracks like this won't kill you.

Lin Yilin contacted several more relevant people, and the information she gathered was largely the same. After asking them, she discovered that Zheng Fan had disappeared.

However, Zheng Fan is like a free-range cat; even if his mind is always elsewhere, he will eventually come back. Therefore, Lin Yilin is not worried about Zheng Fan disappearing without a word.

Moreover, it was quite easy to find where Zheng Fan had gone when she was surveying the construction site. She found Zheng Fan lying on the tracks on a section of railway that she had cleared below.

"Mr. Illusion, what are you doing?"

Zheng Fan lay prone on the subway tracks, not even raising his head: "Waiting for an illusionary train that can hit me."

"Let's not even talk about whether this illusion train exists or not, it probably wouldn't appear in broad daylight, right?" Lin Yilin squatted down in front of Zheng Fan and patted Zheng Fan's head.

Zheng Fan suddenly looked up, causing Lin Yilin to instinctively lean back a little.

“That exists,” he said.

"Did you sense it, Mr. Illusion?"

"Hmm, the smell of hallucinations, but it's strange, faint and indistinct, not quite the same as the hallucinations I've felt before, mixed with all sorts of other smells." Zheng Fan said, his head drooping down again, seemingly not intending to get up from the track.

"So, Mr. Illusion plans to lure the other party out on his own?"

"I just wanted to lie down on the train tracks."

"Why? Is the blow from not being able to get revenge on Sparrow in person really that big?" Lin Yilin asked in surprise.

“You’ll understand when you reach my age,” Zheng Fan said with a sense of life’s experiences.

"I'm actually only a few years younger than you, Mr. Illusion, the age difference is no more than double digits. You know, those rich and powerful people spend much more money than people like us," Lin Yilin said calmly.

"Would someone with money and power do what I did and lie down on the tracks?" Zheng Fan said without looking up.

Lin Yilin: "That's undeniable. Although I'd really like to see it, if there really is one, let alone the Metropolitan Daily, it would definitely have a place in the regional newspapers."

Several workers near the construction site looked at Lin Yilin squatting there talking to herself, and exchanged puzzled glances: "Is that girl alright? Why does she seem to have more severe symptoms than us?"

“She has something legitimate on her person. I checked, and she’s the head of the very popular Zero One Agency. How can she be like us?” another person laughed.

"I'm still worried about him being so young. If the construction progress is slowed down... this money is very important to me, I have children at home." A worker of a certain age said with concern.

Although the streets appear to have recovered quickly on the surface, the earthquake has had a tremendous impact on many ordinary lives. Some people have lost their homes, and others have lost their stable lives. All of them urgently need work and income to fill the void.

So far, this matter doesn't seem very serious. The only impact is that the workers are not getting enough rest, are suspicious, and are slowing down the progress. But in reality, the few days of lost wages may cause the families behind these people to go hungry and cold for a longer period of time.

It's December already.

The weather is turning significantly colder, and the harsh winters of January and February are just around the corner. Some people who have lost their homes are currently living in makeshift camps. Those simple tents are hardly enough to ensure a comfortable winter.

Simply put, everyone is working hard right now to prepare for this tough winter.

It is foreseeable that this winter following the earthquake will likely sift out many homeless, hungry, and cold people like a sieve.

Lin Yilin stood up, ignoring Zheng Fan who had fallen onto the tracks, and after surveying the scene for a while, she found the person in charge and said, "I've looked at the scene. I should be able to give you the results in the next two days. I'll take my leave now."

"Wait, wait a minute, Ms. Lin Yilin, is it really possible to do this so quickly?" The person in charge called out to Lin Yilin, who was about to turn and leave, with some surprise.

“Based on recent average times, this is going to take quite a while, but you're lucky. This problem is quite serious, so I'll focus the next two days on resolving it. Don't worry.” With that, Lin Yilin, disregarding what the person in charge thought, grabbed Zheng Fan, who was lying on the tracks, and dragged him away. The person in charge: ?

Isn't this just a bit of auditory and visual hallucination? How serious is the issue? Can you explain it clearly? Should he be happy or crying about this?!
……

After being dragged along the way, Zheng Fan got up and patted off the non-existent dust on his body: "Ghost train, indeed, in works with elements of the supernatural and suspense, this kind of scene is a must-see."

"Ghost trains are usually long-distance trains, right? In most places, you really can only make do with the subway." Lin Yilin naturally continued this seemingly irrelevant topic.

Zheng Fan: "There are quite a few urban legends about the subway. The subway speed in most cities isn't slow, it's about the same, right? Don't they also have cross-district dedicated lines?"

While looking at her phone, Lin Yilin replied, "Long-distance cross-district routes generally don't have much passenger traffic. Apart from a few large urban clusters and white-clad urban areas, there aren't many routes that have been opened."

"Is it because there isn't much population movement in the capital?"

"That's right. After all, thanks to the overlapping of worlds, each region can theoretically be self-sufficient, and most people here don't have the habit of traveling around. I'd really like to take a train like the Orient Express once." As Lin Yilin spoke, she couldn't help but mention a detective movie that Zheng Fan had shown her before.

After watching the movie, she also read the novel.

It's a different style from Sherlock Holmes, but it's equally charming.

The wealth in this other world is truly amazing.

“Those steam trains are old things too,” Zheng Fan reminded him.

"Old things have their charm, don't they? And ghost train themes usually feature old trains more often."

As the two were chatting, Zheng Fan suddenly spotted a "familiar face": "Hey, you dog over there, stop right there."

A passing dog with thick gray fur would suddenly stiffen, its erect ears drooping.

It seemed to have heard something it shouldn't have heard!
It cautiously turned around and immediately saw Lin Yilin. A chill ran through it: Good heavens, it's this ancestor! And behind this ancestor is an even greater ancestor!

The sound just now must have been from its reconnaissance ability accidentally detecting that great ancestor!

This large gray dog ​​is none other than Momo, the human-faced dog that was entrusted to Banmu's agency for foster care a few months ago.

"Mao Mao? Long time no see," Lin Yilin greeted.

"I don't accept this name... but never mind." Mao Mao obediently came to Lin Yilin's side: "Long time no see, human. Are you patrolling your territory?"

"Taking care of some trivial matters in the territory."

"You actually admit it, huh?" Mao Mao was just teasing, but Lin Yilin just casually agreed.

Lin Yilin asked, "And you, did the class allow you to move around freely?"

"It was allowed a long time ago. I'm capable of going out for walks, so staying at home is useless. Besides, people don't like walking dogs, even a high-quality breed like me." Mao Mao seemed to have a sense of pride in his dog's identity, the meaning of which was unclear.

Anthropomorphic illusions usually end up developing in a human direction, but the human-faced dog seems to be content with just staying in dog form.

What an unambitious illusion!

Just moments ago, I was pretending to lie down on the train tracks because of the sparrow incident, but now I secretly blame myself.

(End of this chapter)