Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Oh, I haven't read it for a long time. I've been too busy recently. What's the matter? Is there anything you need--" Tony Stark suddenly stopped talking, and his hand that was pinching the leg of his sunglasses began to shake involuntarily.

He stared at the screen.

In the picture, a girl who looks like a mermaid emerging from the water waves is curled up on the sofa, bored, with a pair of white legs with delicate skin lazily folded together.

What matters is her face.

This face...

"Jarvis, open 'Toy Vault No. 1'." As he spoke, he turned on his toes and strode straight towards the elevator. "Unlock it now, immediately, right now!"

"Sir, your blood pressure and..."

"I know what I'm doing, Jarvis." Tony Stark emphasized and stomped his feet hard in the elevator. He opened the elevator door, and his leather shoes sped up and trotted through the studio and into an unprepossessing secret door.

Thump—thump—thump.

Bright incandescent lights lit up as the shoes moved, and the pure white passages on all sides led to the "Toy Library".

"Jarvis..."

"I'm here."

"I'm a little nervous."

The voice continued what had just been said: "...It was detected that your heart rate and blood pressure are higher than the previous average. Don't worry, you are below the risk line."

"I know, I know. I mean, nervous. Do you understand?" Opening the thick explosion-proof door, the man clenched his fists and walked into the enclosed underground space with a serious expression.

The first thing that caught my eye was the painting that my father had painted.

Night, stars, the mast, a girl with outstretched hand, a dazed seabird in her palm, a soft crimson object like dancing satin, a smile.

An innocent and charming smile.

The name of the artist and the painting are indicated in the lower right corner.

"A Witch's Oath" - Howard Stark.

It is also a vow that is destined to be impossible to fulfill.

Tony Stark walked forward quietly, his eyes covering the girl's face in the painting: So similar.

"Jarvis, call up the video just now."

A virtual projection appeared in the center of the room. "Forward three seconds, then three seconds... then one second, stop. Zoom in."

On the left are the guest audience members in "The Truman Show", and on the right are the posthumous works left by my father.

Exactly the same person.

Suppose, suppose this girl named 'Mori Tsukisa' is really the same person...

"That's impossible sir."

"I know it's impossible." Stark stared at the painting without blinking his eyes. "I'm just assuming, Jarvis, that humans can't live that long. Besides, she hasn't changed at all..."

"Immortality?"

"Or a daughter...?"

Suddenly, he remembered what his father had said.

'She's not going to die, Tony. Do you believe me?'

Now Tony Stark was a little convinced. If... if this wasn't some scam.

"Sir, the helicopter has arrived." Jarvis' gentle voice reminded him at the right time: "Your afternoon schedule is very tight. If you miss this meeting, the rest will be postponed."

"Put it on hold. They have nothing to do but spin their pens. For them, holding a meeting is just a waste of the burgers they just ate."

"Sir, I have to remind you that Stark Industries has a big deal recently. And you highlighted it in the schedule."

Damn.

"Seal this file, contact The Truman Show, and delete all clips related to her from this episode and the Internet - just say that she is my relative. If she is still on the Internet a day later, we will mobilize our legal team to sue her one by one."

Jarvis was silent.

"gentlemen…?"

"I'm serious, Jarvis." Stark closed the permissions and doors he had opened when he came, and his leather shoes stepped quickly. He was running out of time: "Do as I say. I don't have time to find out whether this 'long-lived' lady is real or not. I'll do it after I finish what I have to do."

"Before that, I don't want to take any risks. If she is real, who can guarantee that she didn't know someone in that era and leave behind images and photos?"

"I understand, sir."

"Go ahead and do it. Stark's name is pretty useful, right?"

When we stepped onto the ground, the helicopter had been waiting for a long time.

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Ta da~

I wish you all a happy new year!

☆゜★ヽ(?⌒ヽ)(ノ⌒?)ノ?!!

May the new year,

All the best to you!

See you next year.

The dumpling-eating team is ready——!

(｀Д?)コ?コ?コ?

Chapter 36 The storm comes suddenly

"Matilda and the policewoman may have made some progress."

Nagini was holding two cups of iced tea and a large bag of fancy chocolate candies in her right hand. Arrietty inherited Mori Tsukisa's sweet tooth.

"You can wait for a while." The maid said. After coming out of the studio of the Truman Show, Mori Yuesha suggested to "drop by" to twist off the heads of the corrupt policeman and his friends, and then start her boring trip around the world.

——Nagini has been paying attention to this matter recently. She thinks that the policewoman named "Naomi Misora" is not an ordinary person.

"Her sense of smell is very keen. If we give her a few more days, maybe we won't have to take action."

Mori Yuesa stood on the side of the road and waved at the passing taxi: "Oh, I know. But it's too boring, Nagini. I'm beginning to miss the last world - the city in the sky, the ancient Egyptian pyramids, Cairo covered with yellow sand..." She looked at the bustling city in front of her.

"It's so boring here."

Indeed, Nagini thought so too. Compared with the various interesting landscapes, this world was really monotonous and pitiful.

"We have to tell Matilda about this." The maid raised the plastic-wrapped cold drink, "And Mr. Leon, that girl is very important to him."

"Does he like her?" Mori Yuesa didn't quite understand what the two people, one older and one younger, with a huge age gap, were thinking.

Nagini smiled a little: "Maybe in the future, but not now. Master, Matilda is Mr. Lyon's salvation."

"Save...what?"

Nagini took the moon yarn and said, "It is a very rare thing, moon yarn."

Like you to me.

"You mean, Matilda saved Leon?"

"Deeper."

"Then you still like it."

Nagini didn't know how to explain to Mori Yuesa. She couldn't say that although Leon was older, he was a naive boy who didn't know much about the world, so he couldn't see clearly in his heart. But she was different from him, although she was young, she was a coquettish and shameless snake maid, right?

That would be so embarrassing. It's not like I have no shame at all.

"Anyway, just treat them as a couple..." Nagini said helplessly: "Wouldn't it be easier to understand this way?"

Mori Yuesha nodded: "I understand a little bit..." Then she ran to the right: "I will first twist off the heads of those corrupt policemen and then slowly understand--"

Nagini dropped the bag and pulled Mori Yuesha back.

"Go back first."

The little animal, being pulled by the collar, was tossing around with its mouth pursed.

"Go back first, go back and eat the small cake, the new style I learned."

"Oh." Maorong kicked his shoes unhappily.

Nagini said with a smile, "What else do you want?"

"Oh."

"Do you want to..." Nagini leaned over and whispered in her ear: "...Don't draw the curtains, let's do it once...I see you are very happy when you are with Yuno..."

Mori Yuesa looked refusal and crossed her hands in a very fake gesture.

“Eh…! How could I… be that kind of person!?”

"That's..."

"Don't."

Nagini: ...

…………

……

The slums were very busy today. Five or six police cars surrounded the small shabby building next to the garbage dump. Stanfield, wearing the beige suit that he had never changed, kicked open the car door and jumped out.

He adjusted the holster on his waist.

"You lead the people to the back door, and the rest of you follow me." He gently took out a comb from his lining, smoothed his sparse blond hair, and said softly to his subordinates: "Finale, understand?"

The subordinate in the leather jacket was already familiar with this boss who often had seizures, and he nodded continuously, shaking the fat on his face.

"I understand, I understand..."

Stanfield smiled and rubbed his face with his nose. The latter froze in place, not daring to hide.

"I mean..." He lowered his voice very softly: "Kill without mercy."

"Understand?"

"clear."

"You don't understand." Naomi Misora ​​leaned against the window, poked one eye out and looked downstairs, saying very seriously: "I've told you many times that you can't live here, Matilda. Why didn't you listen to me?"

Matilda was wearing a rose-red knitted hat, holding a cigarette in her hand and remained silent.

"Matilda?"

"I thought they..."

"Stanfield has figured this area out. Whether it's a gang or a middleman, do you think there's anyone here who would betray you and your 'teacher'?"

Naomi Misora ​​looked at the surprised girl and sneered: "I've already noticed it. Matilda, you shouldn't be hanging around with a professional killer."

Matilda said nothing.

"He - or someone close to him leaked your information."

“Leon won’t betray me!!” Matilda’s voice gradually became louder, and her big brown eyes stared at Misora ​​Naomi: “He will never associate with that corrupt policeman!”

Oh, really?

Naomi Misora ​​didn't believe it. In her ten years in the FBI, she had seen many people who lived in darkness - most of them were cold-blooded and ruthless, rarely had humanity, and almost no compassion - it was true that the child's life was pitiful, but it was definitely not enough to make a...

Not enough to bend a battle-hardened killer.

He's taking advantage of the kid.

"When will the two masters and servants you mentioned come back?" Naomi Misora ​​took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, pulled out the weapon from her waist and checked it carefully, then held it in her hand and vigilantly observed the movements downstairs.

"I hope that master and servant will have some understanding and not come in here foolishly to die."

In Matilda's description, Mori Tsukisa and Nagini, the two girls from wealthy families, were really naive. It was already the limit for her to just focus on protecting Matilda during the battle - Naomi Misora ​​prayed in her heart. She must, must not come back by such a coincidence.

Matilda covered her ears and slowly squatted down against the wall, looking very depressed.