Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 69 Let’s Play “Streetlight Ghost”
Zheng Fan ran away after making those harsh words. He just felt Lin Yilin's emotional fluctuations so he came to see what was going on. As expected, he ran into Luo Ye.

But they didn't say much, because they were about to drive into the Raphael school district, and he probably couldn't get through the white world. If he forced his way in and violated the white world's vigilance, it would cause more trouble, so he withdrew.

In the car, Lin Yilin recovered.

Blinking her eyes, she said, "That's it anyway. Since Mr. Illusion has already said it for me, I don't have anything to add. Let's see what happens, Sister Ye."

Luo Ye smiled and said, "That's not bad, let's put it on June 31st."

"Yeah." Lin Yilin responded lightly.

Hong Yijia clapped softly.

Soon the car arrived downstairs of Lin Yilin's house. Luo Ye took a look and said, "Wow, it feels pretty good, small and cozy. Yilin, you really have a unique vision. Although I personally prefer large manors."

"Why should I live in a big manor by myself? I don't have that much money." Lin Yilin was speechless.

"Just find a few more servants and butlers. If you want, I can give them to you. I still have three manors under my name. Anyway, real property has limited use to me except as a weapon."

"Sister Ye, rich woman, please take me with you!" Hong Yijia quickly stuck his head out.

"Why are you pretending to be such a big shot in the Processing Bureau? Go and have some fun."

"Forget it. My life is good now. I am not from the same world as you, Sister Ye." Lin Yilin still chose to refuse.

The atmosphere between the few people suddenly returned to the original state, as if the dispute and tension just now were just a joke.

"How much food did you buy?" Luo Ye asked.

"I'm sorry that you came here without saying a word. We only bought two portions. There's nothing you can do even if you want it." Lin Yilin opened the shopping bag and took a look.

"Don't you want to buy some household supplies? Oh~, don't be like this. There should be a supermarket near our house!" Luo Ye lay on the steering wheel and wailed.

"Yes, but the quality of that supermarket is average. It has nothing good except convenience." Lin Yilin replied calmly. It is somewhat ironic that the quality of supermarkets in school districts is not as good as those in gray areas.

"I ordered takeout on my phone." Luo Ye raised a finger.

"It would be really disappointing if we cook while you order takeout. Let's wait until next time," Hong Yijia interjected.

Finally, Lin Yilin and Hong Yijia got out of the car, leaving the lonely old Luo Hong, who looked a little gray, slumped in the driver's seat.

"Can't you even have a meal after not seeing you for so many years?" she finally struggled.

"Remember to call ahead next time you come." After saying this, Lin Yilin and Hong Yijia turned around and went home.

……

When Zheng Fan returned to the office, he saw Toast was panting, the instruction manual was covered with toast crumbs, and a domineering and exquisite Dabuou was already standing on the ground next to him.

"Oh my God, perfect toast, you are so awesome." Zheng Fan couldn't help but admire.

"Awoo~." Toast took a few steps and his short legs went limp. His whole body shrank and he turned back into the normal perfect toast mode and went into hibernation.

Zheng Fan picked it up tenderly and stroked it gently: "Thank you for your hard work."

The perfect toast squirmed, but ultimately made no choice.

Lu Lu Xie was deeply shocked.

From nearly going crazy and tearing up the instruction manual to putting the model together in just a few hours...

There is a reason why perfect toast has a high status. This is the difference between the two, and it is worth learning from.

Zheng Fan put on a pair of black gloves bought with his wealth.

This was his current method of touching real objects in a hallucination state, but to be honest it was very uncomfortable. Even though he could move the gloves, touching things with the gloves felt like touching water.

I can feel it, but it's vague, shapeless, and hard to grasp. My strength is also quite weak, and I feel like I'm about the same as a child. I can't even beat a child in an arm wrestling match.

According to the kid Lin Yilin asked to test it, arm wrestling with his gloves was like hitting a rubber ball, with texture but no resistance.

But it's okay to use it to move some things around now.

He picked up the Dabuou and looked around at it. The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

No wonder that woman likes this so much. It is really hard for people who are interested in this to not be tempted by this kind of high-quality stuff.

The reasons why we cannot lose have increased. …

A few days later, it was June 30th.

These days, Lin Yilin has handled a few small commissions. Hong Yijia has become a non-staff employee of Zero One Agency. Why is she a non-staff employee? Because the processing bureau staff are prohibited from joining the agency.

Luo Ye hasn't been here since then, and no one knows what he is doing.

Hong Yijia is very capable at work, much better than Zheng Fan who is useless except for playing as a substitute. She is even very excited to take over the work of Lin Yilin's management class studio.

In the words of this young lady from a distinguished background, she only wanted to be a gangster once in her life, and one item on her wish list has come true.

Not to mention why the eldest daughter of the processing bureau has the desire to become a gangster, Zheng Fan has to make it clear to her that this is a studio of someone else's firm, not a gang!
Under Lin Yilin's arrangement, everyone strives to be a three-good street resident, takes on serious work, focuses on robbing cheats and then washing the cheats white, and also takes into account the internal struggles in the office.

Who says this studio is evil? This studio is very healthy.

Of course Hong Yijia couldn't hear what Zheng Fan said. Finally, with nothing to do, Zheng Fan went out for a stroll in broad daylight.

Directly transferred to Jiang Si through contact.

But during the day, Jiang Si was in a dormant state, lying like a homeless person in a damp corner of an unfinished building, looking like he could be picked up very easily.

Then when Zheng Fan went up to kick her hard in the butt, the whole room was covered with her red line piercings. She then woke up in a daze and found that the person coming was Zheng Fan.

Well, this "corpse" is really hard to pick up, it's too prickly.

"Why did you come here in the daytime? Mr. Devil, aren't you afraid of the sun?" Jiang Si yawned sleepily.

"I'm not a vampire. Isn't it uncomfortable for you to sleep face down?" Zheng countered.

"Ha~, fortunately, I can survive without air, and the feeling of suffocation can improve my sleep quality." Jiang Si said and fell down again.

Zheng Fan: Do you know what you are talking about?
"Come again in the evening, Mr. Devil. People need a regular schedule." Jiang Si, who was shrouded in sleepiness, showed a very soft side.

"Why are you talking about this when you're confused? Oh, forget it." Zheng Fan was speechless and kicked Jiang Si's butt out of the blue.

The feeling of the foot is as elastic as the appearance, which is good. I want to buy another one.

At Jiang Si's perfunctory call, Zheng Fan did not plan to move back to Zero One Office, but ran out and wandered around.

The location is near Yun Road in Xixi Keke. It seems that Jiang Si has not been running around for a while after dealing with Lu Lu. She is not really afraid of being investigated. Xixi Keke's search for her was quite intensive some time ago.

However, considering Jiang Si's ability to hide his metaphysical knowledge, it shouldn't matter.

Jinyun Road is considered to have a relatively high level of public security in Xixi Keke, because a distance from Jinyun Road is the Jiyun City. The stability of the White City has also slightly radiated to this area.

Twisting red thread into a rope and hanging it on a street lamp to pretend to be a hanged ghost was one of Zheng Fan's pastimes in his spare time.

Maybe someone has seen me, a hanged ghost?

Zheng Fan was wearing a black top hat, a gold-rimmed monocle, and a small curly moustache. A rope was tied around his neck, his tongue was sticking out, his eyes were rolled back, and he was swaying under the street light, lifeless.

The place where the performance was performed was a pedestrian street, so there were a lot of people coming and going. It was a pity that no one paid attention to such a superb performance.

boom!
Gunshots suddenly rang out on the pedestrian street, and the crowd fled in all directions quite skillfully, keeping their distance, and the adults took good care of the children with them to avoid stampedes.

To be honest, order has been relatively calm recently. Anyone who still dares to fire a gun in public near Yunlu Road is somewhat asking for his life's death.

Zheng Fan just turned around and saw the situation.

But as soon as I turned around, I saw an unexpected scene.

With the familiar red hair fluttering, Luo Ye stretched out his long legs and kicked away the man who should have just fired the gun, holding a child in his hand.

The child looked terrified and confused, obviously frightened.

The person who was kicked flew sideways and crashed through a wall on the street and disappeared, but soon several people appeared in the crowd, taking out guns, and either shooting at Luo Ye or at other passers-by who were fleeing.

Some even opened their thick coats to reveal the bombs underneath.

"I thought it was a gang fight, but it turned out to be a KB attack." Zheng Fan muttered.

(End of this chapter)