Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 434 Long Time No See, Give Me a Kiss

Lin Yilin saw the rest of the monastery band at the entrance of the agency, who were about to return to their hotel to rest.

"Ah, Miss Lin Yilin!" Tao Zhi greeted Lin Yilin immediately upon seeing her.

Although they were about the same age, Lin Yilin's demeanor, combined with the help she had given them before, made them feel unconsciously pressured, as if they were meeting a leader.

"Have you seen the toast that bites people?" Lin Yilin found it a bit funny and asked.

"I saw it, and I was bitten too." Gao Song gestured to the teeth marks on his arm.

Judging from the teeth marks, Toast probably didn't leave any gaps. Gao Song's strength is indeed very strong; he can't even draw blood from Toast's bites.

"That's really embarrassing."

"No, after all, I was the one who bit into it first. It tastes really good, a perfect toast," Gao Song said casually.

You were the one who started it.

"I wish I could have one too." Gao Song seemed to really like toast.

If it weren't for Zheng Fan, Lin Yilin would have given away the toast on the spot.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with them, the group went back. Lin Yilin pushed open the door of the office and saw Zheng Fan spreading flour on toast.

"Hmm? Binary Sister is back. Did you have a good chat with Little Sheep?" Zheng Fan picked up Toast to soothe the sullen Toast.

Lin Yilin took out her phone and glanced at it before speaking, "It was very enjoyable, but that's not the point of tonight. Mr. Illusion, may I ask a question?"

"I'd better not ask."

"I'm just being presumptuous; this isn't just politeness."

"Okay, okay, why are you suddenly so serious?"

Do you have a younger sister or older sister?

"What kind of absurd question is this?" Zheng Fan's face fell. "Didn't I share a lot about my past life with you? If I had a blood relative of the same generation, they wouldn't have looked like this, would they?"

“That’s true.” Lin Yilin looked it over and nodded.

"Your quick acceptance actually makes me feel uneasy."

Zheng Fan put the toast down, and the toast wriggled its bottom and shrunk into a corner, sulking.

"So, you met someone who looks a lot like me? A woman?" Zheng asked Lin Yilin.

Lin Yilin recounted Shang Xia's situation, including some of her conversations with the other party and the information she had gathered through speculation.

"Hmm...interesting. I'd really like to meet him." Zheng Fan thought for a moment and then smiled.

"I'm also quite curious about what will happen when you meet, but considering that if there's a fight scene, it would probably be even more troublesome than the earthquake, please restrain yourself," Lin Yilin said.

"Haha, let's bring her along then. According to your prediction, if we get in touch with her, we might really have to head straight for the Central District." Zheng Fan said, spreading his hands, sounding quite eager.

“I included my ritual on the business card I gave her,” Lin Yilin said. “I could vaguely sense her location using my phone, although it wasn’t precise, but I didn’t intend to pinpoint her location anyway.”

It was simply to prevent the other party from having that unpredictable ability to appear and disappear.

At least you know that the other person isn't around when they can't see you, so you don't have to be so nervous.

"If she contacts you, try to gather as much information as possible. How about we grab some late-night snacks first?" Zheng Fan pointed to the steaming hot barbecue snacks on the table next to him.

Lin Yilin had only had a quick and easy dinner to rush to the band's performance, so she was a little hungry now that she mentioned it.

“Mr. Illusion, feed me.”

Zheng turned around and glared at her, but still said, "Fine, I'll let you off the hook since you've faced the suspected boss of Dadu."

"Feeding mouth to mouth".

Zheng Fan: ?
After feeding Lin Yilin (the exact method is left to your imagination), Zheng Fan pulled up the covers and went to sleep after Lin Yilin finished washing up.

……

Scallova was then engulfed in war.

The departure of the man in white did not, as everyone had expected, take away the strife and restore peace to their country. On the contrary, shortly after the man in white left, this vast, unified empire began to fragment.

Starting with the Rosirard Rebellion, various rebellions broke out in large and small areas of Scalová. Noble families and local warlords rose up in arms, fighting for control of their own territories and no longer concealing their ambitions.

The people in white are gone, but their impact is far-reaching.

They demonstrated the fragility of the current Scallovan regime, tearing away the veil of pretense. While the White Army was incompetent, the weapons and equipment left behind during their invasion and aggression, along with their combat performance, broadened the Scallovans' horizons. Some insightful individuals, through Scallov's reaction to the White Army, realized the weakness of the royal family and parliament, and began efforts to change the status quo.

Some ambitious individuals, seeing the nation's vulnerability as an opportune moment for a reshuffling, have begun to bare their fangs.

Cabron County is a region located south of Scalová, characterized by vast plains, a pleasant climate, and abundant fertile fields.

It is an important agricultural region and grain-producing area in Scalová.

Xinmou, a town in Kabulon County, is the center of the area. Compared to the capital city of Kabala, it is not as bustling except for a small area in the city center, and many places have a more rural atmosphere.

The city of Xinmou was in turmoil during this period, with all sorts of people moving about the streets, sizing each other up.

Scallovar's soldier dolls patrolled the streets intensively, but they were unable to quell the tense atmosphere. Even the market vendors could feel the city's powder keg-like state.

A hunched-over, battered-looking doll carrying some supplies it had just bought at the market was intercepted as it left the market.

The garrison soldiers questioned its origins and who it belonged to, while their puppets roughly restrained the man and rummaged through the supplies he had just purchased.

Military dolls, of course, don't have that much restraint; their stiff fingers can easily tear food when poked into it.

After a moment, confirming there were no problems, the soldier merely pursed his lips, his suppressed small eyes giving the broken doll one last look. He tapped the doll with his sword, thus concluding the investigation, and then moved on to the next target.

Such incidents have been commonplace in Xinmou City for the past few months. Initially, they easily sparked disputes, but now no one dares to cause trouble. Anyone who dares to provoke a fight is simply arrested on charges of rebellion and imprisoned for a few days. They either die mysteriously in jail or come out looking like a wrecked person.

The broken doll's face glowed faintly with red light. It deftly picked up the supplies that had been carelessly tossed to the ground, and then, though its steps were slow, it moved away quickly.

It disappeared completely after a few turns.

Rabbi listened to the arguing coming from downstairs, but focused intently on assembling a doll arm with old materials. Although it was worn, it exuded a rustic charm.

She picked up the arm and went downstairs.

"Mrs. Aree, the arm you asked me to fix is ​​done." She saw the elderly woman standing at the door with an unhappy expression and stepped forward to offer her both hands.

The woman, who had been unhappy, turned around and smiled upon hearing this: "God of Gears, you truly are worthy of being Miss Phoebe! If it weren't for you staying overnight, I wouldn't know what to do after that doll repair shop in town closed down! Nuomi is getting old, her arms are aging at this critical juncture."

She took the arm and examined it: "Very good, very good, just like the original. Ah, if only Midia could be as young yet mature as Miss Phoebe, and possess such excellent skills."

Rabbi didn't respond to that, but simply said, "I also want to thank Mrs. Ereshkigal for taking me in. Otherwise, I wouldn't know where to stay during this time. If you need any help, please feel free to contact me."

After exchanging a few more words, the rabbi quietly returned to his room upstairs.

Upon opening the door, a broken doll was found in the room.

However, the broken doll's body suddenly creaked and its shape suddenly swelled up and became huge, revealing itself to be a radish.

"Beep beep..." Radish made a sound.

“Oh, I see. It’s still like this outside…” Rabi went up to check and, although she knew that Carrot couldn’t possibly be injured by something so trivial, she still did it out of habit.

After doing all that, the rabbi glanced at the street outside the window.

"How are we going to get out of the city now... I should have just ignored what happened in the village. It delayed our journey and now we're stuck in this city. What a coincidence!"

“Beep…”

"Yes, yes, I know I'm just saying it, I won't just sit idly by."

"I can't help it," the rabbi said helplessly.

"Mr. Doll is still holding concerts and fighting wars at the same time. He's the real busy man. And the previous thing and the next thing together are really confusing!"

"Is it really that unclear?" Zheng Fan suddenly chimed in.

"Ah! It only comes out when you're talking badly!" Rabbi turned around in shock.

Then Zheng jumped onto Luo Bo and hugged Luo Bo's smooth, bald head: "Treat everyone equally, long time no see, Luo Bo, I missed you so much, give me a kiss!"

Muah~.

Rabbi: ?

radish:?
“Beep…”

Radish's face flashed red light several times, and it even looked a little shy.

"Radish, what are you shy about!"

"Radish is a shy big kid, Rabbi, don't be so fierce." Zheng Fan said contentedly, feeling the smooth texture of Radish's head.

(End of this chapter)