Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 675 A Love Story in a Mysterious Illusionary World (Part 1)

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"Hey bro, if you want to kill me, can you hurry up?" A little girl, covered in blood, slumped helplessly on a public bench by the roadside, saying to Jackson, who was looking her up and down as if she were a pervert.

“No, I don’t want to kill you right now.” Jackson stroked his chin.

"Hmm?" The little girl raised her eyelids slightly. "You're not from Dadu?"

“Ah, I’m not from anywhere, I’m just temporarily under the jurisdiction of Dadu.” Jackson curled his lip. “I quite like you, so I don’t plan to kill you. Looking at you, I feel a flutter in my heart.”

little girl:"……"

After a long and heavy silence, the little girl in front of me cursed with a dark face, "Pervert."

"You're clearly an adult, how am I a pervert?" Jackson asked, puzzled.

"You can actually tell I'm an adult?!" the little girl exclaimed in surprise. Clearly, her height, appearance, and build made her look at most like a middle school student. This wasn't the first time she'd been mistaken for someone else, which was why she thought Jackson, this grown man who had told her he liked her without a word, was a perverted pedophile.

That's great, he's not a pervert, he just genuinely likes small kids.

“Of course you can tell, with my keen sense of smell as I roam through these flowers!” Jackson pointed to his nose.

“Great, then I like you too.” She would consider a pedophile a pervert if he said that. But when it came to his keen sense of women, he didn't care anymore, and gave Jackson a cute smile.

Jackson was taken aback.

What's surging now is a clearer sense of excitement.

"Idiot, she's fake." The hallucination within me cursed silently in my ear.

“I won’t allow you to insult her! This girl is someone I can entrust my life to!” Jackson suddenly said.

The girl stared blankly at Jackson, who suddenly looked up and shouted to the sky.

Jili said, "You said the same thing when you were first brought into the Central Committee and were completely under a woman's thumb. You know the final result. You've had your fill of the small head, but if you really try to tie yourself to the big head, you'll lose it sooner or later."

"That's why!" Jackson said, clenching his fist.

"what?"

"Because such a good girl could never exist in reality, that's why I have to cherish her in front of me!" Jackson said, spouting nonsensical words with conviction.

Both Jili and the girl in front of him were dumbfounded.

"Calm down. Once you've taken control of this place, you can do whatever you want with this girl. For now, let's find out the secret hidden here. That thing will give us more confidence; they definitely want us to find it."

Sometimes even Geely is puzzled. The compatibility between illusion and human is a very mysterious relationship. It can hardly imagine that the human being who is perfectly compatible with it would be like this.

Despite its puzzlement, it still enjoyed the feeling of letting its mind wander when it was with Jackson.

However, it still needs to retrieve its brain when necessary to help Jackson strategize.

"But how can we search without any clues? I don't think we can force these things."

"I bet you don't want to leave this girl at all! Just take her with you! Don't let her current injuries fool you, she's mostly faking it. She'll be a fighting force anyway," Gilly quipped. "That's more like it," Jackson said smugly, stepping forward and picking her up without waiting for her consent.

"...Looks like I've really run into a fool today." The girl couldn't help but laugh as she looked at Jackson's small head leading the big head, and it seemed like he wasn't faking it.

"Yeah, everyone around me has called me an idiot since I was a kid. Since I joined the Central Government, fewer people have said that. It really makes me nostalgic to hear you say that." Jackson wasn't angry at all; instead, he smiled and reminisced.

"Idiot! Back then, as a street urchin, you shouted that you wanted to overthrow most of the crowd, and everyone thought you were an idiot. You only knew how to yell back at those who insulted you, saying you'd tear their mouths apart, but you didn't dare to actually do it. Now you're reminiscing about it all." Jili cursed mercilessly in his mind, letting him savor the memory.

"Gilliam, you're so noisy!" Jackson's face fell; now that he had a woman, he was starting to look down on his "brother."

“Something’s coming.” Gilly’s voice suddenly turned somber.

"What?"

While Jackson was still a little slow to react, the girl in his arms suddenly grabbed his collar tightly: "It's coming."

"There are still living people?" A turtle's head suddenly peeked out from behind a building not far away.

It's not a green turtle, it's black.

It slowly emerged from behind the building, revealing its entire body. It was humanoid in shape, with a strong, inverted triangular physique, but as a tortoise, it did not wear a shell. Instead, it was covered in rough, sharp spines, especially on its broad back, where the spines were particularly dense and constantly extending and retracting.

“A strange fellow…” Gilly analyzed, “According to human classification, it should be the panic type, but so far we haven’t seen any signs of its abilities.”

"As a murderer, you're hiding in the arms of the people of Dadu... Even a murderer is vulnerable... So why not accept a world without pain?" the turtle illusion in front of him said slowly.

“No pain?” Jackson’s eyes lit up. “That sounds great.”

"Not good at all!" The girl in her arms looked at the turtle-man in front of her with disdain and disgust. "Without the stimulation of pain, people can only live in a daze and numbness, and the meaning of a murderer's existence will be weakened or even disappear!"

“You’re right! Painlessness is terrible!” Jackson said without any stance.

"Many people hate pain, and I've grown strong because I've helped countless people who don't want to feel pain. For humans, murderers and pain are unnecessary." The turtle-man showed no displeasure at being refuted; his words were spoken from the perspective of most humans, full of magnanimity.

"Bullshit! Hey you... what's your name?" Jackson wanted to retort, but he only had so little knowledge of the subject, and he realized halfway through his sentence that he didn't even know the name of the person he liked.

The girl was silent for a moment before saying, "...Just call me 'piercing'."

"That's Little Thorn! If Little Thorn doesn't like you, then I don't like you! What bullshit about being painless? How am I supposed to get revenge on people I don't like if I can't feel pain? Go to hell!"

After saying that, Jackson casually tossed the girl in his arms aside, and with a flick of his wrists, countless spiked balls flew out as dark green fluorescent light flashed between his hands.

The turtle-man stomped on the ground, lifting up the piece of ground beneath him to block his path.

As the spiked ball was bounced away, it kicked hard, causing the broken pieces of ground to slide forward.

Jackson gracefully vaulted over the flying block of ground, landing with a slap that the turtle-man quickly retreated to avoid.

“He looks like a turtle but moves really fast. I’m going to smash his head in!” Jackson grinned wickedly.

(End of this chapter)