Ten o'clock in the morning.

Hope City, the upper city, an elegantly decorated coffee shop.

This coffee shop, called "Moonlight", is the best coffee shop in Hope City.

Although it was a weekday morning, there were already many gentlemen in suits and leather shoes in the coffee shop, talking to each other with coffee in their hands, looking out at the street through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

For the wealthy, their job is to enjoy life.

In the corner of the coffee shop, Locke was wearing an ill-fitting blue suit, his right hand tugging at the collar of his shirt rather irritably.

Locke didn't like to wear suits, and in his opinion, suits were simply torture instruments.

He also doesn't like the upper cities.

Although the upper city is clean and tidy, full of technology and civilization, even the air is filled with a unique fragrance.

But for some reason, indulging in this sweet air that makes people drowsy, Locke has a feeling of suffocation.

He prefers the clutter and squalor of the lower cities.

The lower city gives him a real feeling!

"I'm really a cheap one!" Locke laughed to himself, his eyes looking at the door of the coffee shop from time to time, his expression a little anxious.

At this time, a figure wearing the silver-white uniform of the Oneiroi Group walked into the coffee shop, looked around, walked straight to Locke, and said with a smile: "Landlord, I haven't seen you for a few days, you look a little haggard." ”

It was Char.

"You're Char?"

Locke looked at the fifteen-year-old boy in front of him, his face full of disbelief.

Char's complexion was much better than before, but her face was still pale, with huge dark circles under her eyes, and she looked like she was sleep-deprived.

Locke is sure that the boy opposite is indeed his tenant Char!

A few days ago, Char was living in a dilapidated apartment in a lower-class city, a destitute teenager who couldn't even pay the rent.

In just a few days, Char transformed into a dream builder of the Oneiroi Group?

How is this possible!

"That's the way the world is... It's amazing. ”

Char raised her hand, and a beautiful waitress walked over, she had a barcode on her wrist and was a android.

Char glanced at the white water in front of Locke, ordered two cups of signature coffee "Moonlight" for him and himself, and said with a smile: "Thanks to the landlord's care all the time, I will ask for this cup of coffee." ”

"Char... Are you really a dream builder now? Locke looked at Char suspiciously, still in disbelief.

He can accept Char's overnight riches.

But he couldn't accept it, and Char, who had been staying at home for just a few days and living a decadent life, became a dream builder.

Char didn't explain, smiled slightly, and took a coin out of his pocket.

This is a very ordinary commemorative coin, with an intricate inverted tree pattern on the back.

Bite...

Char's thumb flicked the coin up, and the coin spun rapidly in the air, as if it had turned into a whirlpool.

The coin was like a magnet that attracted Locke's gaze.

Fly, fall, and return to Char's palm.

In Locke's perception, less than two seconds had passed.

However, he was surprised to find that a steaming cup of coffee appeared in front of him out of thin air.

Locke didn't even see the waitress coming over!

"What happened?" Locke was a little flustered, and his right hand subconsciously touched the pistol on his waist.

The cold touch of the pistol is what keeps Locke feeling a little safe.

"That's hypnosis."

Char picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, the sour taste spread in his mouth, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

Char used "hypnosis" on people for the first time, and it was very successful.

Dewey was right, he had some talent in this area.

"Or... Because I am a Sequence 1 reader, and my mental power is higher than that of ordinary people, hypnosis is more likely to succeed? Char thought to herself.

The reader sequence is an evolutionary sequence on the spiritual side.

As the person evolves, the psychic power of the supernatural will increase dramatically.

The spirit is ethereal, and even with the technology of this era, the spirit cannot be quantified by numbers.

The Adept can subtly perceive the changes produced by himself.

"Hypnosis?"

Locke slowly let go of the handle of the gun, put his hand on the table, and to hide his embarrassment, he took a sip of his coffee.

"The smell of cat," Locke muttered to himself, frowning, "how could a rich man like such a strange thing." ”

"I still don't get it. It seems like I'm missing a few tens of seconds of time just now. But in my field of vision, the coins flew up and down for less than two seconds. "Locke adds sugar to the coffee with a big spoonful.

"I flicked the coin twice."

Char put the coin away and nodded with satisfaction, this time the successful hypnosis gave him a great boost in self-confidence.

"When the coin flies, you're hypnotized and fall into a deep sleep. The second time I flicked the coin again, and when it fell, you woke up. Char continued to explain.

"Of course... It doesn't matter. I've proven myself as a dream builder. Do you have any questions that you would like me to answer? Char sipped his coffee slowly.

"I'm in trouble. Only the Dream Builder can help me solve it! It took me a fortune to get in touch with the Oneiroi group through the exile's connections. Otherwise, which dream builder will spend precious time to meet me, a little person. Locke hung his head, distressed.

Char didn't answer.

In fact, according to Char's observation, the time of the rich is not precious, and they spend most of their time doing nothing.

Only the poor are not willing to waste a minute and a second of their time and do their best to live.

"Char, I'm surprised and happy to see you again. You suddenly say goodbye without saying goodbye. I thought you were dead. Locke added creamer to his coffee cup, stirring it with a small golden coffee spoon, and stared at the whirlpool.

"You think I'm dead?" Char's brows furrowed slightly.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that. You remember Eli. Locke whispered.

"My tenant upstairs, the one who committed suicide?" Char has an excellent memory, and of course he will not forget.

"Actually, I lied to you, Eli didn't kill himself. He—" Locke recalled Eli's horrific death, the muscles in his face twitching.

"See for yourself." Locke pushes a picture in front of Char.

Char glanced down at the photo, and her stomach churned, almost throwing up her breakfast and coffee.

The photo shows Eli's mutilated body.

Eli's head seemed to have been shot at close range from a large-caliber shotgun, completely exploding.

Red blood and white brains stained the walls of the bathroom, and it was a hellish sight.

Char suddenly understood why Locke's face was so ugly at that time.

He, the gang leader who was accustomed to seeing swords and swords, was also so frightened that his face turned pale when he saw such a terrifying corpse, and he even smoked two cigarettes with ingredients before he could barely calm down.