Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 634 The Time of Farewell Approaches
Until "Cheng Fei" lying on the ground suddenly woke up, and before his severed neck could be reattached, he spoke: "Be quiet."

Only then did the scene finally quiet down.

Zheng Fan fixed Cheng Fei's neck, then slapped Toast, who was pretending to be dead in a dormant state. It was obvious Toast was the one who did it. Although Cheng Fei's body was looked down upon by many experts, it wasn't something an ordinary person could easily break; only Toast present could do that.

More importantly, the irregular marks left by biting into the toast are very easy to spot.

After everyone calmed down, Mo Mang explained things to them.

However, even though some things have been clarified, they will probably still be entangled in the future.

A while later, the officials from the handling bureau arrived. Mo Mang had already made contact when the cult members broke in; when such an extreme cult appears, the situation is no longer something that can be easily resolved from a simple small commission.

Among those who came with the Bureau of Handling were Lin Yilin and Lu Chongming.

"Knowing it was your business, I hitched a ride over," Lin Yilin said as she came up, glancing at the room. "It seems things went very smoothly."

"It went very smoothly. There's nothing more for us to do here. Let's go back," Zheng replied.

This was the first time Lu Chongming had met Mo Mang, but he had previously learned from Lin Yilin about a part-time employee who had taken over his nanny position at the institute.

The two shook hands politely, their relationship between senior and junior displaying a strange formality and restraint that was somewhat amusing to watch.

"Awoo!" Toast peeked out, only to be quickly pushed back down by Lu Chongming and Mo Mang. The two exchanged a polite, knowing smile. With the agency's people all around, Toast couldn't just show itself. Although, given Lin Yilin's current status, even if the legendary, biting toast from the Xixi Keke urban legend was revealed to be hers, there wouldn't be any problem.

However, some minor troubles are still inevitable, and I might have to write a self-criticism.

Furthermore, given Toast's personality, it might not be easy for him to pass the danger test conducted by the relevant authorities regarding Toast as a fantasy object.

On the way back, Mo Mang relayed the brief details of the incident to Lin Yilin, verbally now, but a written report would be prepared later.

After listening, Lin Yilin nodded and looked at Zheng Fan: "What did you see on that carving?"

“I saw Ke Meng,” Zheng Fan answered bluntly.

Lin Yilin's eyes widened slightly.

Zheng Fan recounted everything Ke Meng had told him, including a more detailed account of his origins. He spoke without any reservations, sharing the secrets of the world's origins with a friend as casually as if they were taking an evening stroll after dinner.

Mo Mang and Lu Chongming were both dizzy and somewhat apprehensive after hearing this.

Good heavens, the birth of the world, the relationship between the black world and the white world, the sleeping creator and the extraterrestrial visitor Zheng Fan—do these things really belong to lowly minions like them?
If this world has some kind of knowledge detection mechanism, will those two be evaporated after a while?

Unlike the two who started worrying about their safety after learning so much, Lin Yilin fell into deep thought. Zheng Fan didn't urge them; he saw a milk tea shop on the way, asked everyone what they wanted to drink, and then went to buy milk tea for them.

Lin Yilin stood still, watching Cheng Fei's retreating figure, her eyes only on Zheng Fan.

“I don’t quite understand what you just said, but… Mr. Illusion will leave one day, is that what you mean?” Lu Chongming said.

“Yes.” Lin Yilin nodded. “Even if we don’t mention this, I knew he would leave a long time ago.”

“If the world as we understand it is the capital, then I probably wouldn’t have much of a feeling about separation,” Mo Mang said.

Although they hadn't known each other for long, Zheng Fan made him feel very comfortable.

Although it's generally called a city, its actual area is quite large. However, for the people living here, living in the same city and having convenient transportation, most people don't feel much of a sense of separation.

But even such a vast city seemed too insignificant to Zheng Fan. Compared to the unrealistic notion of a distant, mighty creator who might awaken at any moment and bring destruction, the complex emotions brought about by "a good friend might leave at any time and never be seen again" were far more impactful.

"Awoo?" What are you saying?
Toast reappeared.

For it, it probably never imagined that it would never see Zheng Fan again.

"Awoo!" Even if the leader of the anti-gangsters leaves for a while, he'll still come back eventually, right?
Because Zheng Fan always does this: even if he briefly entrusts it to someone else to take care of while he goes out to play, he will come back either on the same day or a few days later.

Then it can snuggle in Zheng Fan's arms and rub its breadcrumbs all over Zheng Fan.

Lin Yilin, unusually, showed no impatience towards the toast's calls, and simply reached out to gently stroke it.

Toast didn't resist Lin Yilin's caresses; it simply calmed down quietly, then shrank back and returned to its dormant state, no longer moving.

Zheng Fan returned carrying several cups of milk tea, smiling as he said, "What's wrong? The atmosphere is so heavy. I'm not dead, nor am I going to my death."

After distributing milk tea to everyone, he continued, "Saying goodbye is easy, but saying goodbye is difficult. But even the most difficult things are possible."

"I will find you," Lin Yilin said softly, sipping her milk tea. "Just like I said before, no matter how far you run, I... and others will find you eventually."

Normally, Zheng would have teased Binary Girl for being too heavy-handed.

But now, Zheng Fan just smiled and didn't say anything.

……

At the firm, the monastery band's training came to an end, but Doris was still somewhat dazed and needed time to process what she had learned.

When Zheng Fan and his group returned, they found that Rabi and Luo Bo had already strolled around the Xixi Keke district and brought back a bunch of small souvenirs that tourists would buy.

Lu Lu and the quilt spirit were quite happy to see the familiar Lu Lu. After all, with Zheng Fan, Lu Chongming, and Mo Mang, it's three times the nanny and three times the happiness!
However, when they found that Toast was not moving and still did not react even when Mo Mang put it down in the corner, the two of them felt that something was wrong. They could only put aside their playful thoughts and huddle around Toast to comfort it.

"What's wrong?" Rabbi immediately noticed that something was off.

Upon hearing this, Doris, who had been distracted, immediately snapped back to attention and turned her gaze toward them.

"Let's talk about it later. It seems things are going smoothly on your end too," Lin Yilin said, without getting straight to the point.

After placing the milk tea he had bought for the others on the coffee table, Zheng Fan detached himself from Cheng Fei, finally feeling truly free of burden.

“It’s getting late, and it’s not convenient to go out and find a hotel or hostel right away, especially since you’re all celebrities. Why don’t you stay at the office? There are a lot of people, but we can make room for everyone, and the necessary supplies aren’t hard to find,” Lin Yilin suggested. “If you think it’s too crowded, a few of you can come and stay at my place with me.”

"This is a rare opportunity! With so many people gathered together, how can we split them up?! Pajama party, pillow fight, ghost stories, board game role-playing, late-night video game battle! What are we waiting for if we don't have a party now?!" Zheng Fan suddenly appeared, raising his hands and shouting.

He held that position for a moment before realizing he had gotten off Cheng Fei and that no one else could see him. He quickly took out his phone, raised his hands again, and repeated the words above.

Lin Yilin sighed: "That's fine too."

This firm probably hasn't been any busier than tonight.

She had a slight suspicion that, under Zheng Fan's leadership, everyone might not need to sleep at all and would party until dawn.

(End of this chapter)