The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 446 Dream Stealer

Thanks to Portland's good development momentum in recent years, some of the surrounding scattered settlements have been included in the expanding urban area and have become part of it after renovating and demolishing plans.

The fate of the town of Pierrik was originally supposed to be the same, but due to some financial setbacks, by the time the situation improved and a more suitable development area became available, the reconstruction plan was put on hold.

However, with the start of the urban siphon effect, most people went to the city center to find jobs, and the number of permanent residents became increasingly scarce.

Several pairs of feet stepped onto the blue-gray concrete steps, crossed a crack, and came to the gate of a four-story old residential building.

The ochre-red wall tiles have been exposed to the sun and wind, and their surfaces have become brittle and dotted with dents; the ivy that has been entwined on them has completely dried up, and even under the warm sunshine of early summer, it is difficult to conceal the lingering feeling of desolation.

Compared to the old and shabby exterior, the interior of this small building is surprisingly not narrow. The long wooden handrails from the middle of the last century are still firmly attached to both sides of the stairs. The yellowed walls have faded a little, but they have been wiped clean.

The tiled floor is clean and tidy, and even in the tiny gaps, there are no oil and mud stains that are common in old buildings, showing that the owner takes great care in maintaining it.

In the corridor, one can occasionally hear subtle footsteps and the creaking of door hinges coming from distant rooms, quietly adding a lively atmosphere of life to this quiet space.

"The place they live in is very affordable. I thought it would be more... luxurious. It seems that Mr. Cobb doesn't care about material desires." Zhu Mingyao looked a little surprised.

The powers of those with special abilities are entirely innate, and there is no requirement for any cultivation of their mind and character, so most of them have extroverted personalities and love to enjoy themselves.

Along the way, Kant praised the so-called [Dream Thief] highly, saying that he had excellent talent and might even be able to reach the [Lord Class] in the future.

According to his thinking, a young man with such powerful extraordinary powers, even if he did not indulge in lust, would definitely have to have a sports car and a mansion to accompany him.

However, its strength is indeed worth seeing... Zhu Mingyao carefully savored the strange energy floating around him and secretly raised his evaluation of the other party by one point.

This strange power should be some kind of defensive means to confuse the enemy. It can continuously interfere with people's spiritual perception. Even at his level, he is still affected to a certain extent.

"Oh, for the sake of my God-given conscience, I must correct

——You may have overestimated the personal character of that cunning boy a little bit.” A young man in casual clothes with deep eye sockets walked out of the tea room nearby.

It seems that he has some British blood in his ancestors. Although he is young, his hairline is already full of danger. His high forehead is as smooth and clean as a peeled egg. Even if he combs his hair forward as much as possible, there is still a sense of humor that is trying to hide.

"Who can resist champagne, yachts and cute girls? If possible, we would rather live in a bikini party every day."

The young man shrugged his shoulders and deliberately made a sad expression:
"Unfortunately, the business our team is engaged in, in the eyes of most people, has a little, um, legal flaw...

Therefore, a low-key life is a necessity, at least until you earn enough money to retire.”

The young man grinned and raised his eyebrows, revealing an expression that said "you know what I mean."

"Good morning, gentlemen. My name is Arthur. I'm Cobb's assistant. He has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Then let's not keep the host waiting any longer and go upstairs to pay him a visit." Zhu Mingyao nodded politely and walked towards the stairs.

A hand blocked the way ahead, and Arthur smiled slightly:
"You may have misunderstood. To be precise, it's not about going up to visit, but going down to visit!" After he said that, he did not step onto the stairs. Instead, he gently opened a well-hidden secret door at the corner, and then stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation.

Fluorescent lights flickered on their own, and the calm blue light was as gentle as water, leading the visitors to the basement. The place where they stepped was as soft as cotton, and the thick plush carpet carried the visitors without making any sound. The wide sofa was piled with cartoon cushions, a row of bookshelves was close to the wall, and several reclining chairs and tea tables were placed in an orderly manner, just like a study room.

In stark contrast to the damp and musty smells commonly found in dark places, the air is filled with a faint scent of lavender, which soothes the senses of those who smell it. It is obvious that the place has been carefully decorated, full of warmth and comfort.

However, there was no one here, only the black tea on the table was still emitting wisps of hot steam.

Facing the inquiring gazes of several people, Arthur blinked slightly, pressed the edge of the bookshelf, and the floor cracked silently, revealing a downward passage.

"This is the kid's usual lounge. The [workroom] is still downstairs."

How cautious... Zhu Mingyao couldn't help but complain in his heart.

But he also understood why the other party was so cautious - according to Kant's introduction, although the "business" they were doing was not strictly against the law, if they were caught by the victim, they would probably be chopped into pieces.

After all, robbing someone of their wealth is sometimes better than killing their parents.

A cool breeze blew in, as if penetrating a layer of soft clouds, and soothing music poured into my ears.

Looking around, compared to the basement above, this floor has more humanistic and artistic atmosphere.

Under the gentle beige light, an old record player is spinning slowly in the corner, and melodious and nostalgic tunes flow out from the flower-like brass speaker.

The notes jump in the air, blending perfectly with the quiet space, as if they can travel through time and space, evoking the most tender memories in people's hearts.

There are several impressionist paintings on the wall. Although the colors are dim, the artist's delicate brushstrokes still reveal the deep emotions. The scenery in the paintings seems to have some kind of magic that makes people stop and explore the stories behind the brushstrokes.

A marble statue stands quietly next to it, with smooth lines and a simple yet powerful shape, presenting a quiet and solemn beauty.

"Adrian, the guests are here, where is that guy?"

In front of a dark red walnut desk, a girl who was writing quickly at her desk raised her head and pushed aside her scattered long brown hair, revealing a face with a somewhat neutral temperament.

She put down the draft in her hand that was filled with densely packed geometric figures and pointed at a dark door:
"We just discussed a new dream construction plan, and he was anxious to perfect it first, so he asked me to tell you to go directly to the Dream Room."

"Ah..." Arthur held his forehead with his hand, his face full of apology, "How rude, he has always been like this. As the oldest person in the team, I sometimes feel that I am not an assistant, but a housekeeper and nanny..."

The faint magic aura faded, and he tapped the door on one side with his knuckles. After a few seconds, a young man's voice, slightly frustrated, suddenly sounded:

"Oh! How could I have forgotten that there were visitors? At this very moment, I have to re-build the [Dream Setting] from scratch."

The door opened with a whoosh, and a handsome young man with a slicked-back hair stood at the door. There was a hint of annoyance and helplessness in his eyes, as if he had just come out of a complicated train of thought.

"It's so hard to meet you." Kant complained with a gloomy face, turned around and introduced:
"He is the expert I recommended, Dom Cobb, you can also call him by his nickname

——【Dream Stealer】!"

(End of this chapter)