Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 59 Magic Shoes
Zheng Fan spoke passionately about "Alien", and it was obvious that he loved the series.

"By the way, Mr. Illusion, you should be able to use your wealth to buy movies from your world, right?" Lin Yilin thought of this and proposed it directly.

Hearing this, Zheng Fan was stunned, then he held his chin and fell into deep thought.

He took out a bank card. This was the empty bank card that Lin Yilin had given Zheng Fan when she was playing tricks on him. But now he had money. Although the studio operation in Banmu had not yet completely broken even, it was normal for the boss to embezzle some money.

Can the way the boss spends money be called corruption?
After swiping the card, a USB flash drive appeared and fell into Zheng Fan's hand.

"uh-huh?"

"All the Alien movies are in it..." Zheng Fan said.

Lin Yilin's eyes lit up: "As expected of Mr. Illusion, the cultures spanning two worlds are about to collide in the hands of an illusion." Then she reached out to take it.

But Zheng Fan withdrew his attack and dodged.

Lin Yilin was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Zheng Fan's face looked heavy, as if he had something to hide.

"Are there any taboos in this regard?"

"No, if I can directly use my wealth to create a movie..." Zheng Fan raised his head slowly, "Then wouldn't all my hard work in transforming into an alien be in vain?"

"..."Lin Yilin was silent, probably because she was speechless.

Zheng Fan opened his mouth, and the alien's unique ejecting tongue moved back and forth in and out of his mouth, and he said incoherently: "It took me a long time to restore this mouthpart."

"Don't spend so much time on weird things." Lin Yilin held her forehead with her hand.

"Otherwise, there would be nothing I can do no matter how many changes I make. Until now, I haven't found a body that I can transform into." Zheng Fan was also helpless.

The seemingly powerful transformation ability is currently only used for self-entertainment.

"Let's wait and see at the end of June." Lin Yilin glanced at her phone.

"The end of June? June 31st? The overlap of the black world."

"Well, when the black world overlaps, hallucinations can directly interfere with reality to a certain extent during the day." Lin Yilin nodded.

"Really?!" Zheng Fan was excited.

"But the scope is very limited. It depends on the specific situation. Besides, there may not be a 31st in June."

"As long as there is a chance, it will be fine." Zheng Fan rubbed his hands, already thinking about how to play.

……

As June approached, there were no commissions of sufficient importance for a while.

Most commissions, even those that slightly involve supernatural elements, may not take Lin Yilin more than half a day. Not all illusions can find high-quality invasion targets to grow quickly, or their own foundation is not good, so it is even easier to deal with. Lin Yilin can easily take it down without Zheng's counter-attack and making some preparations.

Ms. Lin Yilin has once again raised the screening requirements for the quality of commissions.

There probably weren't any commissions today, so Zheng Fan found something to do for himself and was recreating the shoes that Lu Lu had imagined.

On the coffee table at this moment was the only pair of relatively nice-looking black leather shoes made by Lu Lu Huanjuan.

After Lu Lu's hallucination was resolved by Zheng Fan, the matter of the fantasy shoes came to an end, and most of the bait shoes had become ineffective. However, according to Lin Yilin's subsequent investigation, some shoes still had residual power and could be regarded as fantasy objects.

Some of these shoes can slightly increase running speed or jumping height after wearing. Then Zheng Fan planned to do something else.

Toast stretched his upper body and lay on the coffee table, curiously watching Zheng Fan rubbing the ping-pong ball-level singularity in his hand that he had absorbed from Lu Lu.

Ever since he learned about Lin Yilin's abstract ritual technique, Zheng Fan also liked to pretend to perform this before "casting a spell".

But his level was like the Chinese ancient puppet shows he remembered, where the characters would always wave their hands in an incomprehensible way when they wanted to exert some power. Only in this way did you know that they were probably casting a spell.

When Zheng Fan rubbed the Rasengan and finally rubbed the singularity away, Toast looked at the shoes in front of him and there seemed to be no change at all.

"Done!" Zheng Fan clapped his hands and finished the work.

"Awoo?" Toast was puzzled. The shoes didn't come alive like him.

"Mr. Hallucination, what are you doing?" Lin Yilin walked over and took a look at what Zheng Fan was doing.

"I'm trying to make a pair of magic shoes." Zheng objected to Lin Yilin.

"Shoes? Where are the shoes?" Lin Yilin looked at the coffee table strangely.

Zheng Fan turned around and found that the shoes on the coffee table had disappeared.

Zheng Fan:?
"Ouch!" Toast shouted in a certain direction. Zheng Fan and Lin Yilin looked in the direction of the sound and saw the pair of shoes sneaking towards the door.

When everyone was looking at it, its movements froze in an instant.

It was just a freeze frame in the walking action, with one shoe still suspended in the air, as if there was really an invisible person wearing these shoes.

"Come back." Zheng Fan shouted coldly.

The shoes tried to escape suddenly, but... Toast overtook them and blocked them at the door. They tried to go around Toast but were pushed back by him.

The shoes look very anxious, and you can even vaguely see that they are sweating?
Swish!
Then it suddenly exerted its power!
A pair of shoes separated from its body, but the style was different from the original body. Instead, it was a pair of football shoes!

The football shoes moved extremely fast with a ghostly rhythm, which dazzled Perfect Toast for a moment, and then he suddenly shot a powerful arrow.

boom!
"Ouch!" The toast was kicked so hard that a big dent appeared on it, and it flew out in a twisted state.

But Perfect Toast quickly adjusted himself, his body hit the corner of the wall, showing amazing elasticity, and bounced back after several perfect refraction angles, knocking his football shoes out and falling to the ground, losing his ability to fight.

The main body shoes are a little flustered.

It's just a piece of toast, why is it so hard?!

The indicator light of the coffee machine in the corner turned red when it shouldn’t have even though it was not plugged in, and the suffocating feeling of being locked in ensued.

Oh my God, where on earth was it born!
Finally, the shoe stood there and suddenly stopped moving.

Lin Yilin watched from the side for a long time, with no intention of intervening. From the perspective of Toast and Shoes, it seemed like a battle of equal strength.

But in her and Zheng Fan's eyes, apart from the ejection operation of Toast, the shoes were really just like a child playing a game, and they didn't run very fast.

"What is it?"

"Hmm..." Zheng Fan pondered, carefully observed, and finally made a judgment: "According to my observation, it should be surrendering."

But because there was only one pair of shoes, I couldn't see the action of raising my hands, I could only understand it.

(End of this chapter)