Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 361 Two Ghosts Knocking on the Door!

At 10:46 p.m., a man wearing a brown trench coat walked on a deserted road, wearing a beret and with his head down. Despite his stylish appearance, he was holding a mobile phone and rubbing the glass as he walked.

“Fried, focus,” a voice said in his ear.

"I'm very focused," he said, but he didn't even look up.

He came to a downward staircase. In the darkness, he didn't notice anything amiss and tumbled down the stairs.

However, he only let out a soft shout, and then, with agile movements, he adjusted his posture in mid-air in an instant, quickly and lightly touching the ground with both feet, like a light-footed martial arts technique or more accurately described as acrobatics, smoothly and quickly descending the steps and returning to his previous walking posture.

It's as if the moment I accidentally stepped into the air and fell didn't happen.

"Tsk." Then, the man clicked his tongue and looked up: "They still didn't win? Are their teammates just sitting around doing nothing? They don't even know what they're doing all day, just wandering around."

It seems his glass-rubbing battle ended in failure. No matter how brilliant his attempts to salvage the situation in real life were, they couldn't save the game.

“Fried, focus, we’ve arrived.” The voice in his ear continued.

The man called Fried then looked up and surveyed his surroundings. He was currently in an abandoned subway station after the earthquake, and it would probably take quite some time before the street officials came to repair it.

He immediately checked the time: "It's still early. I'm considered one of the top gentlemen here, arriving a full hour early. If a beautiful lady were to be waiting for me at this banquet, I think my first impression would be very positive."

"Just from the fact that you landed like a circus stuntman while fiddling with your phone, I think your first impression score will fluctuate a lot," the voice said.

"Tsk, you're not a lady, how could you understand my charm?"

As he spoke, Fried opened his phone to process the messages he hadn't dealt with during the game.

He informed the agency that he had arrived, and then asked if his intelligence network had sent any interesting feedback.

I took another look at the forums I manage.

Although many forums are essentially subsidiaries of the agency, it doesn't stop him from using his administrator status to leak insider information and stir up trouble every day.

"Miss Number One only asked once and then didn't respond?" He was somewhat surprised to see that the distorted black earthworm avatar on a forum's private chat page had fallen silent after he expressed his refusal.

He knew the other party's true identity. In the early days when Lin Yilin was just starting out, he saw that she was inexperienced and often used information to pique her interest.

This kid is very clever. Although he's green, he's only green in his methods. I don't know how he managed to sneak into his forum and then pretend to be young in an attempt to get something for nothing.

He originally intended to discourage her, but after a few exchanges, he laid his cards on the table: either pay or exchange information for information. However, some of his exclusive information was not even shared within his own firm, let alone outside. Making exorbitant demands to scare away a young girl was no problem at all.

That was his original thought, but in reality, not long after, the other party actually managed to get hold of a business secret that he had casually mentioned.

Then they achieved their first exchange of intelligence.

He became a catalyst, or rather, a catalyst, for the other party. Before long, through the other party's own abilities and various intelligence transactions with him, they were able to build a network belonging to another framework right under the nose of the agency.

At the firm, when he heard his colleagues exclaim in amazement, "Wow, where did this expert come from?", he felt a little embarrassed.

But he wasn't the only one in the firm earning this kind of extra income; it's just that others hadn't encountered such an outrageous monster.

The agency had tried to recruit the other party both openly and covertly, but all attempts were rejected. Fortunately, the other party appeared to be mild-mannered and showed a clear willingness to cooperate, so the agency had no reason to bother with an independent intelligence agent.

After the other party matured, Fried and this "Number One" lady no longer had any major intelligence transactions.

However, the other party would often come to him with questions about various trivial matters, and he would habitually keep the other party in suspense. Their bickering was a common occurrence among online friends.

This time, he only asked one question and then stopped, which is quite strange. Although it's really not good to reveal too much about this matter, even if Miss "Number One" is very serious about the exchange, he can't just give it away privately.

I really can only apologize.

Thinking about it, Fried chuckled softly, imagining Lin Yilin's annoyed and frustrated expression, and even his own mood improved after losing the game.

Just then, he heard footsteps behind him.

Fried's hair stood on end, his nerves were taut, and his muscles were poised to spring into action.

when! ?

"Coin-operated? Are you kidding me?!" he screamed inwardly.

Another voice in his ear said uneasily, "It's not my fault! I've been very focused, I've been watching your surroundings ever since you started that game, but I didn't notice the person behind you at all! We didn't react at all to the approaching footsteps!"

"You're just imagining things. If even you can't sense it, then either the other party has an extraordinary ability to conceal themselves, or their strength far surpasses yours or mine. And there's a third possibility—"

"A ghost!" Fried turned around, clutching his head and screaming along with the hallucinations he was experiencing.

The scarred female ghost behind him stared at him menacingly in the light of the flashlight.

more than!

The female ghost was even holding a cat and pointing it at him!
In the dilapidated subway station, only emergency lights and safety exit signs provide dim illumination. In such an eerie environment, a female ghost and a cat suddenly appear.

Did Fried finally encounter the real ghost?!

After his initial shock, Fried quickly calmed down. All supernatural factors were secondary to hallucinations, and the nature of hallucinations could encompass all supernatural elements. There was no reason to be afraid.

"Let's insert coins, let's go!"

"Uh-"

To his surprise, all he got in response was a scream. He turned his head and saw a scene even more terrifying than the female ghost.

The illusion known as "Coin Insertion" is a wasteland robot-like thing, resembling a humanoid form transformed from an old-fashioned vending machine.

At that moment, however, it was being choked from behind by a humanoid being dressed in a black trench coat, whose head was a vortex of some kind of black liquid.

The black liquid flowed like untouchable venom, and the coin-operated illusion tried to struggle but was powerless in the other's hands.

This is!

"I didn't expect that both this illusion and you, as the host, could see this side of me? Or are they two complementary elements of one entity? In any case, your aptitude is quite good, saving me a lot of trouble by allowing me to capture you directly." The black figure's voice was thick and indistinct, causing tinnitus in the listener's ears.

God will kill me!

This is a double ghost knocking on the door!

Even though Fried had read through a great deal of intelligence and observed everything in Xixi Keke's intelligence network, he never imagined that a female ghost could have hallucinations!

"Found you, Mr. Sunday Fog."

(End of this chapter)