Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto

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The two looked at each other.

A strange and absurd atmosphere spread between the two people.

The author of a book with a history of nearly a hundred years and written "For Tony Stark" actually has the same name and last name as the supermodel who spent the night with him yesterday. Isn't it a coincidence that the two?

Tony frowned, feeling anxious, and stretched out his hand: "Potts, bring that book over. I'm going to have a look at what is written in the book given to me."

"Uh...Okay, you are a little equal, I'll go to the office downstairs to get it." Potts nodded and quickly turned and walked downstairs.

Tony put down the coffee in his hand and sat on the soft sofa, thinking about whose prank it was.

After a while, Potts came up.

It was a thread-bound book with a yellowed skin. It was obvious that it was not a product of this era. Before it was opened, there was a sense of vicissitudes of history, and it could even smell a certain smell when it got closer.

The cover of the book is written with a quill pen to Tony Stark. In the lower right corner is the author's signature of this book, namely Irene Kaswina, written in early 1925, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland** *.

The handwriting at the back seemed to have been soaked in water and was completely unrecognizable, but it could barely be seen that it should be a certain city in the UK.

"This book...is true."

Tony furrowed his eyebrows deeper. From the moment he got it, he knew that this book was not an imitation, but a genuine cultural relic.

If it is certain that this book is not an imitation, perhaps because he has a lot of cultural relics in his collection, he has developed an almost instinctive intuition.

The book is true.

That means this is not a prank. Perhaps there is a person with the same name and surname who wrote this book in Britain a hundred years ago and is now dragging someone to him.

But is there really such a coincidence in this world?

A person who had just left him, less than two hours ago, would actually run over a hundred years ago and write this book specifically for him.

If someone is not playing a prank, then God must be joking!

To confirm this, Tony asked Jarvis to check immediately whether Irene Kasvina was still there.

Jarvis invaded the monitoring of the old mansion and found that after Irene stepped into the elevator, no one came out again. After contacting the management in the corridor, after confirmation, it was found that Irene Kasvina was really missing. NS.

From the moment Irene stepped into the elevator, and then to the next person to enter, in the middle, it can be determined that no one came in or out, or even anything appeared, but Irene Kaswina disappeared in such a miraculous way!

Is it... true?

With this kind of doubt, Tony opened the first page cautiously, because this book is very old, so we must be very careful not to let this book fall apart.

But when he turned the first page, the line of words that caught his eye made Tony pale with fright, and even exclaimed that it was impossible!

"Did you see a ghost?"

Potts, curiosity, turned his head and took a look.

"For Iron Man Tony Stark, a girl who used to spend crazy nights with you and dreamed of becoming a super model, a wonderful journey belonging to Irene Kaswina."

"I... I really seem to see a ghost!"

Tony's face turned pale, as if painted a layer of lacquer, the joints of both hands were white and raised, clutching the pages of the book tightly.

"hiss--"

Potts took a breath, and realized the problem at this moment. The cold in broad daylight surged from the soles of his feet, and his face turned pale for a moment: "You mean... the same person?"

Tony did not answer her question. Instead, he turned to the next page and carefully scanned it line by line with staring eyes. He swore that when he went to school, he didn't take it so seriously!

"I know you may not believe it. I think this is just a prank. In fact, I didn't believe it at first. I tried to ask everyone I met, but in the end I accepted the reality.

I have traveled, yes, this is not a movie plot, but a real thing that happened to me. I came to England in 1914.

This is really terrible. The air quality a hundred years ago is much worse than that of our time. The industrial black smoke is everywhere here. They are like monsters, dyeing the sky black.

Hahahaha... I seem to have said too much, sorry, people in this era always speak so implicitly, I still miss our era, at least there can be McDonald's.

Let me guess, you must be curious now, why did I leave you this book a hundred years ago?

But it doesn't matter. When you finish reading this book, all your questions will be answered. "

When he saw this, Tony was almost certain that the author of the book, Irene Kaswina, was the same person as the supermodel who left the room not long ago.

After Potts sat beside him and watched it, he stretched out his hand and twisted the soft flesh on Tony's waist, gritted his teeth and said: "It seems that you were very happy last night, even the posture you used, people remember clearly!"

Tony looked embarrassed.

In order to confirm that she did not lie, Irene described in the book their passionate clips from last night, including but not limited to various postures.

If he hadn't really experienced it, I'm afraid he would think it was a certain slut, the pornographic content he had imagined.

"Ahem...Let's look at the following content." In order to divert attention, Tony turned to the next page for the soft flesh of his waist.

Facts proved that this trick was unsatisfactory, and Potts was really distracted.

The two continued to look down. This page was about the mystery of Irene's disappearance after she left.

It was nothing more than going back to the old house, and entering the elevator felt a bit wrong, feeling that there was a dark shadow behind her, and then her eyes suddenly went dark, and when the light appeared again, she found that she had come to England in 1914.

Not finding anything unusual, Tony stayed patiently and continued to look back.

Wow...wow...wow...

There was no sound in the room, only the sound made when turning the pages of the book.

The whole book is in the form of a diary, recording the things and people that Irene has experienced and met when she returned to 1915, which is a bit similar to the feeling of travel.

The real point is that in early 1915, during the first German air raid on London, the Zeppelin was used to drop a large amount of explosives.

It was precisely because of this incident that Irene had to follow her husband to take refuge in another city to which the United Kingdom belongs (the text has been erased), and checked into a hotel by the way.

Incidentally, ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ With the advantages of supermodels and the aesthetics that have surpassed the times for nearly a hundred years, Irene quickly became a nobleman of the upper class, and it can be said that she finally realized her dream.

After that, the real horror happened.

Since the hotel they stayed in, strange things have happened one after another. The passengers who checked in disappeared somehow, and the door to and from the hotel disappeared. All of them were trapped here.

Here, Irene once again saw the weird and evil statue of an angel hiding her face and weeping!

"An angel statue again..."

When Tony saw this, his brows were already frowning, and he vaguely sensed something was wrong.

Irene mentioned repeatedly in the book that this statue of an angel hiding her face and weeping is obviously related to the mystery of her crossing.

Tony was patient and continued to look down.