Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 8: Bite-inducing Toast
Let’s not talk about the combat power index or anything like that. Zheng Fan mainly intends to focus on testing what he can do with the black beads in his hands.

This is more fun.

The beads he got from the corpse of the man he subdued early in the morning were actually used up by him a long time ago, and the beads he got later were collected from some other strange places.

Anyway, this thing seems to be his own exclusive power unit at the moment, and Zheng Fan thinks that no one wants it.

Lin Yilin was quietly doing her own thing, and no matter how Zheng Fan was doing, it didn't seem to disturb her.

Until Zheng Fan curiously looked at the computer screen in front of her.

"The Bureau's public entrustment website." Zheng Fan read out the name of the website.

"This is also the way the firm takes on work. To be more precise, it is the mainstream most of the time," Lin Yilin introduced.

"With this so-called openness, how can small firms compete with big firms?" Zheng Fan asked curiously.

"Large firms naturally prefer larger commissions with higher pay, and those competing for commissions also need to fill in the names of the recipients and the person in charge first. Most members of firms, large and small, are registered with the processing bureau, so those who have needs and conditions can also make careful selections."

“Both personal reputation and the reputation of the firm are important,” Zheng Fan commented.

"That's right. My adoptive father is the type who, although he didn't make the firm big, has a considerable personal influence. I also hope to be like him."

"It sounds great, but it's also tiring and troublesome. Are you short of money?"

"Hmm? No."

Lin Yilin looked at Zheng Fan strangely, as if wondering why he would ask such a question.

"My adoptive father left me all his inheritance. He accumulated a lot of wealth throughout his life and his personal consumption desire was not high. I can live a carefree life just by living on the interest of this inheritance in the Central Bank of Dadu."

Lin Yilin thought for a moment and said, "I just bought a house in the school district next door."

The school district in Dadu is also a part of the White Peace World. It is used for education and gathers a large number of schools from small to large, with colleges and universities being the mainstream.

In Dadu, there is no need to say much about the housing prices in Heping area. The prices are not low.

Wow, this girl turns out to be a wealthy woman.

He could have stayed in a peaceful area and laid down for the rest of his life, but he insisted on coming to the gray area to do dangerous work in an office.

At first glance, she seemed like a fearless young man, but after getting to know each other, Lin Yilin did not give Zheng Fan the impression that she was the kind of young man who was ignorant of the immensity of the world.

Having some doubts, Zheng Fan asked directly.

Lin Yilin thought about this for a while and said, "It's probably because of interest. I just like doing this. I have been helping my adoptive father since high school, and I am still doing this out of habit."

As she was speaking, Lin Yilin suddenly moved the mouse in her hand quickly, and she clicked continuously and entered the password on the keyboard in one go.

Zheng Fan:?
What just happened?
"We are alive again, Mr. Illusion." Lin Yilin smiled slightly. She was not completely expressionless, but her expression was very subtle.

Zheng Fan came back to his senses: "What kind of work?"

"It may be just a small matter, but now is the time when we need to accumulate. This commission should not be dangerous." Lin Yilin moved back a little to let Zheng Fanhao see clearly.

The content of the commission is naturally located in Xixikeke Street. Recently, an urban legend about "biting toast" has appeared on Dongding Road.

The initial sighting was by a homeless person.

There is a pastry shop on Dongding Road. Any unsold items will be fed to local homeless people at a fixed location. When a homeless person went there to beg for food, he found a large piece of toast bread abandoned in a corner.

While feeling happy that he had found a bargain, the homeless man picked it up and planned to eat it immediately.

Then what was bitten was not the toast, but the homeless man.

The homeless man who was about to eat toast had the toast in his hand bitten.

The bite drew blood, and the homeless man struggled to break free and ran away while he was in pain. This happened many times in two weeks. Although no one was killed, many homeless people suffered. Is it easy for them to pick up a piece of bread?

It turns out that there is no free bread in the world, and there is no such perfect toast bread that would be abandoned on the street corner for no reason.

Naturally, the voices of the homeless are mostly insignificant. Even if the police report a large number of unsolved suspected supernatural cases, the handling bureau may not necessarily issue a commission, let alone the homeless?

The reason this incident was reported was that when a family from the surrounding area was taking their child past Xixikeke Street, the child was ignorant and picked up food from the ground to eat.

Then it became "the toast is ignorant" and it bit the kid hard, almost biting off his finger.

The family was so angry that they just paid the authorities to sign a commission.

The police may not necessarily act when something happens, but they will definitely act if money is spent.

This handling of the bureau is quite wise.

After reading the details of the commission, Zheng Fan was silent for a moment and said, "Compared with other commissions, the amount is not low. Moreover, considering that the family is from the Huanqu family, it will help promote their reputation if it is successful."

"Correct. Mr. Illusion has a quick mind, and I think he'll be a great assistant." Lin Yilin picked up her cartoon earthworm-patterned water cup and took a sip.

"Don't push your luck." Zheng Fan narrowed his eyes.

Lin Yilin shrugged and said nothing more.

"It's a simultaneous competitive commission to find a target rather than solve an incident. It's on a first-come, first-served basis. We will have competitors from other firms. According to known intelligence, the target is quite aggressive, but it can't even bite off a child's finger, so it's not very dangerous." After saying that, she stood up, picked up the large coat and put it on.

"Is this considered an illusion?" Zheng asked back.

"No, they are classified as derivatives of illusions. The official name is fantasy objects, so they can exist normally in reality and everyone can see and touch them. Moreover, most of these fantasy objects have strange powers, some of which are even as powerful as those illusions."

After Lin Yilin explained it quickly, she muttered "very urgent" and trotted out the door.

Zheng Fan stayed in the room alone for a while and did not follow immediately.

He looked at the blurry image of the target on the lit screen.

A piece of golden toast, with the most perfect toast outline one could imagine, even if it might be a little confusing and one wonders what the meaning is.

Even the wrinkles on its body look so comfortable. As long as you are not indifferent to toast and as long as you can still have room in your stomach, it is hard not to want to take a bite of this toast.

What a handsome piece of toast.

It makes him look hungry.

But this is not important.

At this point, it seems difficult to say that this thing was conjured up by Zheng Fan when he was wandering before.

The first black bead that Zheng Fan got from the uniformed man caused a small change to the toast on the shelf of the pastry shop because of an accidental touch.

Originally, Zheng Fan was just touching things out of habit to see if there was anything he could touch.

Moreover, most of his physiological reactions now seemed to have disappeared. Not eating, drinking or sleeping had no effect on him, but he still retained the desire to enjoy delicious food.

When he tried to eat the toast, the mutated toast jumped up and gave Zheng Fan a bite, then ran away shaking its butt in front of Zheng Fan's stunned gaze...

This is the true origin of this "biting toast".

By the way, Zheng Fan actually wants to find it too.

After finding it, he bit it back fiercely. He didn't care about dog-eat-dog, because he was biting toast anyway.

(End of this chapter)