Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 51 Logistics
Early in the morning, Lin Yilin came to the office and pushed the door open.

"Good morning, Mr. Illusion." Lin Yilin greeted a black cat that was curled up on her desk.

The black cat yawned, but before he could say anything, Lin Yilin had already reached out and stroked his head, from the back of his neck down to his back to his butt.

The black cat shivered when his body was touched.

"Hiss, you're attacking me by surprise without following martial ethics. I told you not to touch me." Zheng Fan slapped Lin Yilin's hand away with his little paw, then jumped down from the desk and returned to his original state.

"This time Mr. Hallucination has become better than before. The furry texture is excellent, so I couldn't help it." Lin Yilin chuckled and then sat back at the desk.

Zheng said in a counter-argument: "Thank you for the compliment, but I didn't transform it for you to touch."

Lin Yilin swept her eyes across the office's reception area and asked, "Has she been here?"

Zheng Fan was not surprised at all: "You came suddenly last night, I didn't expect it."

"Well, it seems that she is quite understanding. In order to avoid too much trouble, it is best to keep a distance from each other." Lin Yilin nodded and said softly.

"So I still can't understand the reason behind this." Zheng Fan said.

"There's no need to make everything so clear, Mr. Illusion."

"Ignorance can also be a great protection. I didn't expect you to be such a fan of agnosticism."

"No, it's the spirit of exploration and discovery that drives me forward. But if you ask me what is the most likely thing to bring disaster in this world, it must be all kinds of knowledge." Lin Yilin blinked.

"Then I think invisible monsters are more terrifying."

"But invisible monsters are nothing but trees without help. The more you understand them, the easier it is to come into contact with illusions that you shouldn't. The fact that a weak girl like me can meet Mr. Illusion is a good proof of that."

Zheng Fan thought about it and said: "Okay, you make sense."

After the morning chat, Zheng turned to business: "Have you found a solution to the shoes?"

"Yes. There are two ways to start. One is the channel of those shoe fantasy objects, and the other is the other weirdo wearing shoes mentioned by Teng Jun." Lin Yilin retrieved the information on the computer.

"But in fact, it is not as smooth as I thought. There are many and diverse manufacturers related to fake shoes. It is conceivable that they rely on this to cover up behind the scenes. There is no problem just from the information. As for the weirdo who targeted Teng Jun, although there is indeed eyewitness information, he hid his whereabouts quite well and cannot be tracked for a while. Maybe we need to confirm it on the spot." Lin Yilin listed in detail.

"Do you know the other party's identity?" Zheng asked.

"I don't know. I suspect that person has changed his appearance. I even looked up information about the area around Xixikeke, but still couldn't find a match. It's really strange." Lin Yilin was rarely embarrassed.

Compared with the remnants of Kannetong that "Jia Da Ye Da" has been planning for a long time in Xixi Keke, these seemingly idle fragments here can easily confuse the vision and are difficult to connect.

Zheng Fan stared at Lin Yilin's computer for a while and saw some shoe trading routes that she had sorted out.

There is absolutely no pattern in the way the pirated shoe factories in Xixikoko flow to underground black markets everywhere.

"Did you know about a pair of shoes that appeared on the black market on Cameron Street next to Xixi Koko?"

"Hmm?" Lin Yilin suddenly turned her head to look at Zheng Fan, and after a pause, she asked, "Did Jiang Si tell you?"

"Yeah." Zheng responded and told Lin Yilin what Jiang Si had told him.

"The murderer Filch..." Lin Yilin tapped the keyboard quickly, calling up the email database for search, and finally found the relevant files.

"The killer who appeared in Dadu this year is considered a mature killer if he continues to commit crimes for more than three months without being solved. He has appeared in Xixi Keke several times, but there is no record of his crimes. He is quite smart. After all, it is not easy to get into a large gray area." Lin Yilin said as she looked at the photo in front of her. Zheng Fan saw that this photo should be taken by a surveillance camera. Although it was blurry, it was hard not to notice the red hair.

He had a deeper understanding of the murderer's desire to perform as described by Jiang Si.

Anyone walking like this would be careful, for they are really afraid that others won't notice them.

And this guy turned out to be a killer who survived for three months in the capital. It turns out that killers are all gifted!
After staring at the photo for a while, Lin Yilin moved on to the next step: "It's really strange that the shoes are circulated in other blocks. If it's just for spreading bait, it's completely enough in Xixikoko. Although it may be worse, the average level of Xixikoko is better than that of the small and medium-sized blocks next door."

As she spoke, she stood up and said, "You can't get the results directly by looking at the computer. Let's go directly to the field to investigate, Mr. Illusion."

"Yeah." Zheng responded.

"By the way, Mr. Illusion, if you want to play with Cheng Fei's body at night, please restrain yourself. At least clean up after playing. I noticed that some of the meat scraps were not cleaned up, and they will stink after a long time." Lin Yilin suddenly said, feeling like she had to clean up the toys after letting a child play with them.

In a sense, that is true.

"Although your words are strange, but... okay." Zheng Fan agreed honestly.

"Ouch!" Toast shouted from the side. This was all the boss's fault and had nothing to do with it.

Then Zheng Fan tore a piece off his butt and put it in his mouth to chew.

As for whether it was dirty or not, Zheng Fan cared less and less.

At least he cared whether Toast's screams were loud or not.

……

In one morning, Zheng Fan and Lin Yilin visited all the shoe factories where Xixi Keke had produced fantasy shoes.

But nothing of value was discovered.

There were also some people who were interested in fantasy shoes and were investigating the scene. The workers in the factory were annoyed but faced with these gangs or firms, they could only swallow their anger and do their own work.

"The fantasy shoes all come from pirated shoe factories, and then are taken away by people, and either worn directly or sold on the black market. There are also cases of changing owners along the way. This environment is too complicated and it is difficult to track through rituals, mainly because there is no reliable connection and the scope is too large." Lin Yilin said after walking out of another pirated shoe factory.

A dark grey-eyed sparrow flew around her a few times and finally landed on her head.

"It's a little trickier than expected." Zheng Fan turned the little head of the sparrow's body and made a sound.

"If all else fails, we can only consider looking for Filch. Waiting for something to happen is also a good solution." Lin Yilin looked around aimlessly.

At this time, she saw a truck loaded with goods driving out of the shoe factory she had just investigated.

“…” She looked for a while, then suddenly lowered her head and shook off the sparrow standing on her head.

"Ah!" The sparrow flapped its wings hastily, but because it was not coordinated well, it finally fell to the ground with a thud: "Can you please tell me what you are going to do?"

"Sorry. I just suddenly remembered that I noticed something before going to bed last night, but I forgot it after I went to bed on time. It's not the shoe factory's problem. After all, although the shoes come from the shoe factory, they are not produced by the shoe factory. So the key point is not how they came from the shoe factory but how they got here...Things like thinking traps are really scary."

Zheng Fan changed back from his sparrow appearance, fell to the ground and looked up at the truck driving away: "Logistics?"

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)