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 as the supermodel who spent the night with him yesterday. Isn't it too much of a coincidence?
Tony frowned, feeling uneasy. He stretched out his hand and said, "Potts, bring that book over here. I want to take a look at what is written in the book given to me."
"Uh... Okay, wait a minute, I'll go get it from the office downstairs." Potts nodded and quickly turned around and walked downstairs.
Tony put down the coffee in his hand and sat on the soft sofa, thinking about whose prank this was.
After a while, Potts came up.
It was a thread-bound book with a yellowish surface. It was obvious that it was not a product of this era. It had a sense of historical vicissitudes even before it was opened. If you get closer, you can even smell a certain odor.
The cover of the book is written in quill pen and is dedicated to Tony Stark. In the lower right corner is the signature of the author of the book, Irene Caswina, written in early 1925, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland ＊＊＊ *.
The writing on the back seemed to have been soaked in water and was completely unrecognizable, but it could still be barely made out that it should be a city in the UK.
"This book...is true."
Tony's eyebrows furrowed deeper. From the moment he got it, he knew that this book was by no means an imitation, but a genuine cultural relic.
If he is certain that this book is not a forgery, it may be because he has collected many cultural relics and developed an almost instinctive intuition.
The book is real.
That means this is not a prank. Maybe there really is a person with the same name who wrote this book in England a hundred years ago and dragged people to hand it over to him today.
But is there really such a coincidence in this world?
A person who had just left him less than two hours ago would actually go more than a hundred years ago and write this book specifically for him.
If someone is not playing a prank, then God must be playing a joke!
To confirm this, Tony asked Jarvis to check immediately to see if Erin Kasvina was still there.
Jarvis invaded the old mansion to monitor and found that no one came out after Irene stepped into the elevator. He contacted the management staff in the corridor and found out after confirmation that Irene Caswina was really missing. .
From the moment Irene stepped into the elevator to the next person entering, it was certain that no one came in or out, or even anything appeared. However, Irene Kasvina mysteriously disappeared!
Could it be... is it true?
With this question in mind, Tony carefully opened the first page. Because the book was already very old, he had to be very careful to prevent it from falling apart.
But when he turned the first page, the line of words that came into view made Tony pale with fright, and he even exclaimed "impossible!"
"Did you see a ghost?"
Potts was curious and turned his head to take a look.
"To Tony Stark, the Iron Man, to the girl who once spent crazy nights with you and dreamed of becoming a supermodel, a wonderful journey belonging to Erin Kasvina."
"I...I think I really saw a ghost!"
Tony's face suddenly turned pale, as if it had been coated with paint. The joints of his hands were white and bulging, and he was tightly gripping the pages of the book.
"hiss--"
Potts took a breath and realized the problem at this moment. The coldness of the day 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, but turned to the next page and scanned it carefully line by line with wide eyes. He swore that he had never been so serious when he was in school!
"I know you may not believe it and think it's just a prank. In fact, I didn't believe it at first. I tried asking everyone I met, but in the end I accepted the reality.
I traveled through time. Yes, this is not a movie plot, but something that really happened to me. I came to England in 1914.
This is really terrible. The air quality a hundred years ago was much worse than our time. The place is filled with industrial black smoke. They are like monsters, dyeing the sky black.
Hahahaha... I seem to have said a little too much. Sorry, people in this era always speak so reservedly. I still miss our era, at least you can eat McDonald's there.
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 read this book, all your questions will be answered. "
When he saw this, Tony was almost certain that the author of the book in his hand, Irene Caswina, was the same person as the supermodel who had just left the room not long ago.
After Potts sat next to him and finished reading, he stretched out his hand to twist the soft flesh around Tony's waist and said through gritted teeth: "It seems that you guys had a lot of fun last night. You can even remember the postures you used!"
Tony looked embarrassed.
In order to prove that she was not lying, Irene described in the book detailed and vivid descriptions of their passionate moments last night, including but not limited to various positions.
If he hadn't really experienced it, I'm afraid he would still think it was some idiot who imagined pornographic content on his own.
"Ahem... let's take a look at what's next." Tony turned to the next page in order to divert his attention and for the sake of the soft flesh around his waist.
Facts have proved that this trick is not successful, and Potts' attention is diverted.
The two of them continued reading. This page was about the mystery of Irene's disappearance after she left.
It was nothing more than returning to the old house. She felt something was wrong when entering the elevator. She felt that there was a dark shadow behind her. Then her eyes suddenly went dark. When the light appeared again, she found that she had arrived in England in 1914.
Not finding anything unusual, Tony patiently continued to look through the pages.
Wow... Wow... Wow...
There was silence in the room, except for the sound of turning the pages of a book.
The whole book is in the form of a diary, recording the objects and people Irene experienced and met when she returned to 1915. It feels a bit like a travelogue.
The real point is that in early 1915, Germany used Zeppelin airships to drop a large amount of explosives during its first air raid on London.
It was precisely because of this incident that Eileen had to follow her husband and seek refuge in another city in the United Kingdom (the text here has been erased), and checked into a hotel by the way.
By the way, Eileen relied on her advantages as a supermodel and her aesthetics that were nearly a hundred years ahead of her time, and she quickly fell in love with an upper-class nobleman. It can be said that her dream finally came true.
Then something truly horrific happened.
Since they checked into this hotel, strange things have happened one after another. The passengers staying in have disappeared inexplicably, and the door to the hotel has also disappeared, leaving all of them trapped here.
Here again, Eileen saw the weird and evil statue of an angel covering his face and weeping!
"Another angel statue..."
When Tony saw this, his brows were already furrowed, vaguely aware that something was wrong.
Irene repeatedly mentioned in the book that this statue of an angel covering her face and crying was obviously related to the mystery of her time travel.
Tony patiently continued reading.
