The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 452 The Real Devil

"Thank you for your kindness. Although I am willing to try some exotic flavors, potions are not roasted marshmallows after all. Eating too many kinds will conflict with each other."

Cobb was just slightly stunned, then waved his hand with a smile.

"Are you talking nonsense?" Kant's attitude was more straightforward. He raised his chin slightly, and there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

"Perhaps it's because you've always lived under the protection of official organizations that you've retained some of your childlike innocence.

I am kindly teaching you this lesson today, young man - no mature extraordinary person in the outside world would easily take a potion given by others."

The old witch was reservedly imparting his experience to the rising star in front of him, but the hard and smooth lump that appeared in his hand made his careful teaching seem a little presumptuous.

He seemed to be completely unaware of how rude it was to force the cup into his hand without saying a word. Zhu Mingyao drank the drink in his hand in the face of the two people's complicated gazes.

"Let me drink first as a sign of respect." He blinked his dark eyes, and his tone was as gentle as if he was chatting with a good friend.

"Since we have been through adventures together, we are comrades. In broad daylight, as an innocent person with close ties to the authorities, would I have any bad intentions in inviting everyone to drink?"

Zhu Mingyao's smile was as bright as the brightest sunshine in spring.

"Give me some face and drink a sip, even just one sip!"

If such inexplicable and forced "kindness" were shown in other situations, even the best-tempered person would reprimand it.

But what was a little strange was that the two parties on the opposite side did not show any sign of getting angry.

The cheerful smile on Cobb's face gradually faded. He gently held the teacup in his hand and stared at it calmly.

In the cup, the drink at a moderate temperature slowly releases a warm breath, the milk and sugar cubes blend sweetly, perfectly infiltrating the unique apple aroma of Darjeeling black tea.

He remained silent, staring at the deep red liquid, as if looking for some unspeakable decision in the swirling white mist.

Zhu Mingyao also stared at him intently, but his smile did not diminish at all. Nick on the side still lowered his head to wipe the long sword, but what he applied was various combat-oriented enchanted essential oils.

Tiredly pushing the hair away from his forehead, the young man's eyelids slowly drooped. When he opened them again, his eyes had become extremely deep, like a pool of dark water.

"Although I expected some loopholes to be left due to time constraints, I didn't expect them to be exposed so quickly."

"clatter."

The fine porcelain soles made a crisp collision with the coffee table.

Putting down the teacup in his hand, his cynical temperament suddenly disappeared, and the light around Cobb seemed to dim slightly, making people involuntarily feel that he was like a nobleman in the shadows.

"After all, according to the plan, I will leave the Federation tomorrow. Even if there is a slight possibility that you will become suspicious at some point in the future, there will be no evidence by then."

"May I ask you something? From logical deduction to subconscious mapping, I think my design is perfect, so..."

His brows were full of curiosity: "How did you figure that out?"

Papa! Zhu Mingyao gently waved his hands and said with appreciation:

"Your performance is really wonderful, and the script you wrote completely captures our psychology.

—— Weird enemies, thrilling battles, teammates who have their own ideas but work together to defeat the boss, the heroine who is about to be saved but then leaves sadly, and finally an imperfect ending like O. Henry. Such a tortuous and classic plot, if thrown into Hollywood, would at least win a few Oscars. "

"There's only one problem..." He changed the subject and flicked his tongue playfully.

"For those in the camera, reality shows are immersive and hard to tell whether they are real or fake, but for those sitting outside the set, it is just a contrived stage play."

"The record player plays Schumann's Fantasy, the sculpture is Michelangelo's Night, and the painting is Rousseau's Dream..."

Pointing out the layout of the room one by one, Zhu Mingyao looked up again and seemed to see through the several floors of the building above.

"Coupled with the scent of lavender that helps people fall asleep, the colors, music, smells and other factors, combined with your unique abilities, we have been given clever psychological hints since we arrived here, and the layers of basements symbolize the process of falling into a dream."

He boasted sincerely:
"It was so subtle and silent that I didn't even notice it at first...

Our thrilling journey never left the basement. It was simply a false dream!"

Cobb keenly grasped the point and instinctively retorted:
"You mean there are accomplices lurking around and spying? How is that possible? I am always monitoring the dreams of the intelligent creatures around me to make sure no target is approaching..."

His question was immediately interrupted by a sigh.

"It's very simple." Zhu Mingyao spread his hands calmly: "You should know it very well, because dead things can't dream!"

A look of realization flashed across Cobb's face. Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed.

boom!
The words were still ringing when a strong wind suddenly blew!
A palm-leaf fan, shining with the cold light of brass, slapped him hard on the forehead with a shrill roar in a ten-thousandth of a second!
Like an egg smashed by a hammer, the relatively strong body among his peers was shattered in an instant, but what splashed out was a vast white mist.

The surrounding walls disappeared at some point, turning into a vast space in which the thunderous sonic booms echoed.

The long-accumulated sword light suddenly burst out, like a sharp and powerful lightning in the sky, cutting through several flying green skeletons with ease, and facing the master of evil magic who was ready to fight.

After casually glancing at Nick's battle situation, Zhu Mingyao withdrew his gaze because there were more worthy targets here.

When you are away from home, safety is the first priority. There is no reason not to keep a backup plan. The Yaksha Ghost General has undergone several trainings, and the evil spirits have been completely restrained. He has already acquired some supernatural powers of hiding between yin and yang like ghosts and gods. He usually hides by your side as a bodyguard, and only an opponent of a higher realm can see through him.

No matter how wonderful your performance is, you can't stop me from using a human camera outside to spy on your screen!
"In fact, there is a more obvious flaw." Zhu Mingyao pointed his finger and the Yaksha ghost general was covered in yellow and red turbid evil spirits rising like wolf smoke, spreading wildly, searching for the enemy's traces.

He said to himself: "Since the culprit is confirmed to be Freddy from that year, then why is there no evil aura of dark monsters at the scenes of these disappearances?"

With a self-deprecating smile, Zhu Mingyao continued:

“Just like the stupid mistake you made, why must my companion be a living person?

Similarly, I fell into the same psychological misunderstanding. Who stipulates that the one who does it must be a demon? Why can't it be... a human?"

"Mortals can rise to become immortals, gods, and angels, or they can fall to become demons and evil spirits. In the extraordinary world, race is not something that remains unchanged!"

Clear and bright light spread over the peach stick, with dragon and phoenix characters each in their place, outlining a sharp and solemn blade. He pointed at the sword from a distance, and asked with a smile:

"Now, should I call you Cobb, the Dream Thief? Or should I call you the Devil on Elm Street?
—Freddy!”

(End of this chapter)