Danitz still wanted to say something, but Cyril ignored him.
With a sigh, he jogged a few steps to catch up with Cyril, who had already gone some distance ahead.
Son of a bitch!
Why did I leave my last words in front of him? Now he knows all my secrets.
Shit, he isn't eyeing my properties, is he?
No, I have to find time to cash out these properties, then buy new ones on another street—no, in another city!
After his thoughts churned for quite a while, he finally gathered the courage to ask, "Um, why do we have to stay in my completely empty house?"
Cyril tilted his head and replied casually, "Because there's nothing there, no one would think we're staying there."
"And we don't have to pay you."
After several seconds of silence, Danitz opened and closed his mouth, silently mouthing one word:
Shit!
14 Fragrant Tree Avenue.
Standing in the utterly empty room without even a chair, Danitz said helplessly, "See? There's really nothing here. No one can live here."
"And this weather isn't suitable for sleeping on the floor without a blanket."
Without responding, Cyril asked directly, "Is there running water and gas?"
Danitz was somewhat bewildered, but he answered honestly, "Of course. Those are standardized."
"Then that's enough."
Cyril nodded. Then, under Danitz's bewildered and astonished gaze, he pulled out sheet after sheet of drawing paper, flung them into the air, and raised a hand to snap his fingers.
Snap!
Amid the crisp sound, vibrant colors poured from the sheets of paper and swiftly covered the entire room.
In less than two seconds, the previously empty house had dark red flooring, soft and comfortable sofas, exquisite chandeliers, coffee tables, cabinets, and all the furniture it should have. Even the tattered curtains half-hanging from