Its short limbs, with edges Warp on both sides of the front resembling ears, and a short Warp at the end, likely a small stubby tail.
From a distance, you might not be able to distinguish it clearly from a Corgi.
"Woof!" Toast suddenly let out a clear bark when he approached and saw "Lin Yilin."
"Oh, do you still remember me? Your dad's here to find you," Zheng Fan greeted, using Lin Yilin's body.
Toast’s head-like part lifted, and although he had no eyes, Zheng Fan could feel that he seemed to be observing him.
"A dog?" Lin Yilin asked calmly.
"Probably. I wonder if cat cat gun likes him," Zheng Fan said, raising the gun in his hand. The cat head let out a meow, its emotion unknown.
"Woof!" Toast's body trembled, as if he finally recognized Zheng Fan, and let out a joyful bark.
Although he had bitten Zheng Fan and run off right after being born, after crawling and rolling in society, the child seemed to have finally realized the beauty of family, looking very happy.
Just as he was about to move his short legs to run towards Zheng Fan, Zheng Fan also opened his arms, ready for a hug.
He thought to himself that he actually had the chance to stage such a touching scene.
He decided to forgive Toast for biting him.
After all, he was just a Toast.
Bang!
A gunshot suddenly rang out, and Toast's running motion came to an abrupt halt. A charred hole appeared on his back, and he collapsed on the spot.
Zheng Fan's hugging gesture froze in place, then he casually withdrew his hands, looking helplessly at Old Sang, who stumbled out from under the car: "Come on, people have already turned around and aren't looking at the explosion anymore. It's already the victory Settlement Animation. You have no romance. And he's just a Toast! You shot a Toast?!"
Old Sang had no mind to retort. He didn't have the strength. His vision was darkening, he had lost a lot of blood, and he had been hit hard.
Fortunately, the most correct decision he made in his desperation was not to keep pulling at that Toast, but to buckle his seatbelt when the situation was irreversible.
Coupled with the invincible airbag, he miraculously survived.
So he could get revenge on this damned Toast!
He kicked Toast flying with all his might, feeling immensely relieved, then glared with wide eyes and aimed his gun at Zheng Fan: "Consider us unlucky, you lucky brat."
"Who's behind you? How dare you meddle with our goods? Who sent you? What's your purpose? It doesn't matter, my life can't wait for rescue, so I'll drag you down with me even if I die!"
"..." Zheng Fan and Lin Yilin fell silent together.
"Scared? Can't speak?!" Old Sang felt his body very hot, emotions surged, he was very high, but his judgment and other faculties were relatively declining.
"No one can steal our goods!"
"...No, buddy," Zheng Fan raised a hand to interrupt, "I just want that Toast that you so magnificently kicked away."
Old Sang: "..."
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
After a brief silence, Old Sang's emotions suddenly collapsed. The collapse of bottom-tier Dadu gangsters only takes a moment.
He pulled the trigger, firing continuously at Zheng Fan.
Zheng Fan, however, raised cat cat gun even faster. The toy-like pistol shot out a bullet with a "meow," and the two bullets grazed past each other.
Zheng Fan raised his hand, caught the opponent's bullet, and crushed it. A bloody hole opened in Old Sang's forehead, and he fell backward, his face contorted in a grimace.
Until his body fell to the ground, Zheng Fan paid no more attention to this "gangster passerby."
Rushing to the side of the road where Toast had been kicked flat, Zheng Fan picked him up with a pained heart.
"Woof..."
"It's okay, I'll remember you. Although you bit me, and I didn't get to bite back... or I could while you're still warm, but you just got kicked by someone, and you're covered in unknown white powder and some abnormal 'strawberry jam,' so it's not really appetizing..." Zheng Fan, using Lin Yilin's body, had a tearful expression, but the words he spoke were not very pleasant.
"Woof..."
"Hmm? Do you have any last words? Louder, I'm listening."
"Woof..."
Zheng Fan was startled, then threw Toast to the ground: "You should have told me earlier that you could recover with just some flour, what a waste of emotion."
"Woof..." Toast's non-existent expression seemed to be a bit speechless.
...
After buying a bag of flour from the nearby supermarket and sprinkling it on Toast, Toast immediately returned to normal. The bullet holes on him were gone, and the parts that had been kicked flat were refilled.
He was still so perfect, a pleasing sight to behold.
Then they left the scene, holding Toast.
On the way back, Lin Yilin's shadow asked, "So his actual purpose is just to provide an infinite supply of Toast as long as he has flour?"
"Hmm? Doesn't he also bite people? His violence index might even be higher than yours," Zheng Fan said, holding up Toast like Simba.
Toast was surprisingly well-behaved, only his four short legs occasionally twitched.
Lin Yilin: "..."
At most, this was a 【Chicken】 level, if one had to say he was slightly stronger than her, a chicken, it would be the difference between an ordinary chicken and a fighting cock.
"Can we keep him?" Zheng Fan asked.
"But the commission..."
The client wanted this Phantasms. To complete the commission, they would have to hand over Toast.
"Woof~." Toast barked.
"Since this is a Phantasms created under your influence, Mr. Illusion, you naturally have the right to dispose of him once he's in your hands. It's just an insignificant small commission, let's give it up," Lin Yilin quickly decided.
Zheng Fan was more agreeable than she had imagined.
Although unbelievably strong, every clue indicated that he was indeed a very dangerous Illusion. When he took over her body to act, he killed without batting an eye, and the factory building before was already strewn with corpses. Beneath his playful surface lay an unfathomable darkness.
But he still interacted and conversed with Lin Yilin like a normal person.
Although it was respect from an Illusion, which was a bit strange, Lin Yilin accepted this respect, and therefore, she also had to offer Mr. Illusion more honesty.
Was she someone who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals?
Lin Yilin asked herself, and in appropriate circumstances, she certainly was.
In this matter, she didn't care about illegal drug transactions at all, because that had nothing to do with her commission. People in the agency only needed to handle their own duties; other things were not within the scope of consideration.
They weren't superheroes; they were no different in essence from illegal underground gangs.
If she hadn't met the agreeable Mr. Illusion, she might even have continued certain attempts that could cause real danger and attract black terror, out of anxiety about the power in her hands.
She didn't really care much about the people and things around her.
But at this moment, Lin Yilin watched Mr. Illusion, using her body, holding a small Toast dog, and the cat cat gun in her bag was making regular purring sounds in its sleep.
She realized, somewhat belatedly, that since her adoptive father, she seemed to no longer be alone.
...
The next day, Lin Yilin pushed open the agency door.
She saw a Toast and a baguette chasing and playing inside the agency.
"Mr. Illusion, weren't you starting to practice transforming into birds and flying? Why did you turn into... a baguette?"
The running baguette immediately paused, then was knocked over by Toast, rolled, and turned back into Zheng Fan, who lay awkwardly on the ground: "Well, I was afraid Toast would be lonely and wanted to find him a companion, but I only have one bead left and wanted to conserve it, so I made do with myself."
"Alright." A very convincing reason.
Lin Yilin walked to the desk deeper inside, sat down, opened her computer, and immediately received an email.
From Xixikeke Street Police Station?
She opened the email and quickly scanned it, then looked a bit dazed.
"What's wrong?" Zheng Fan noticed, and came to her side with Toast in his arms, asking.
"We've been commended for disrupting a gang's illegal drug trade and exposing the Black Scorpion Gang and its related illegal trade chains," Lin Yilin replied.
Zheng Fan's actions while inhabiting her body were naturally recorded by roadside cameras.
Originally, the Dadu authorities weren't that keen on commending agencies. In many such situations, they would pretend not to see. The police could even take all the credit themselves, so why not?
But Lin Yilin had connections at the police station. Her Uncle Drake subtly helped out a bit, and the commendation came.
"That's pretty good. A quality small commission failed, but there were other gains. For your current agency, any accumulation of popularity and reputation is a good thing. Oh, righteous Miss Lin Yilin."
Zheng Fan smiled slightly, rubbed the Toast in his hand against Lin Yilin's face, and Toast also cooperatively snuggled.
Just as Lin Yilin reached out to take Toast, he suddenly pulled back, twirled like he was dancing, and then turned back into a baguette, playing with Toast.
Lin Yilin watched this scene helplessly, but the smile on her lips lingered for a long time, not immediately fading.