Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Many days ago, at the Yagami family.

"It's foolish to contact me rashly, especially when the second Kira just appeared." Yagami Light supported his chin and said helplessly: "The fact that 'can get inside information' puts me on the list of suspects, and your appearance has deepened my suspicion."

Misaki Sand…

Light Yagami thought: "Ryuk, has anyone given up their notebook before me?"

"Ah, of course, countless." The Grim Reaper leaned forward and said, "Those who give up the Death Note will have their memories of the note erased - Oh, is that what you think?"

Light Yagami whispered the plan to Misa Amane and her death god Rem.

Plan... Let's plan it this way.

Suspicion is cleared once and for all.

…………

……

Mori Yuesa didn't quite understand the police's interrogation methods. For her, she had only heard of truth serum from her previous world.

"There is no such thing." L stepped back, and the control of the four suspects was entirely handled by a special department of the official agency: "There is a lack of scientific data to support it. This chemical that makes the brain dull is not to mention harmful. In terms of its nature, it has deprived the interrogator of his true will to obtain a confession. There have been cases before where the interrogator spit out false and erroneous clues under the influence of drugs."

After all, the brain is the organ that controls "lying", but it also controls the function of "recalling". Although the ability to make up lies is reduced after being affected by drugs, the person's memory will also be weakened at the same time - it is very likely that the person being questioned will not be able to remember a certain event.

"Psychological profiling, extensive interrogation, polygraphs and 24-hour surveillance - this will take a long time."

L hugged his knees and walked back and forth in boredom.

Kira must need some kind of trigger to kill someone. He didn't do anything for a month or two...

impossible.

"As long as the outside Kira stops its activities, it can be proved that the murderer is among these four people. If..."

If not, then you are proven wrong.

L bit his lip unwillingly.

"Asha, I received an email."

Huh?

"About the attack on my Mr. Tony Stark" - Hera rarely calls Stark her 'creator', but often calls him by his name. Nagini can sense that she is trying to avoid something in her words.

"Eh? You said before that he was plotted against by someone, right?"

"Obadiah Stane. I have already transmitted the information to Jarvis. Mr. Stark seems to be influenced by some human emotions. Even though he got some records of Obadiah's private communication with terrorists, he did not take action immediately."

I was wondering why I haven't seen that rock-and-roll-loving cheating master these days.

Mori Yuesha leaned against the wall and opened her mobile email.

——There lay quietly inside a letter signed with the suffix "Koro-sensei and his little rose".

There were only two sentences in the email:

You’re welcome, magical little forest.

And: ...I will catch up to your size sooner or later!

Oh, this is...

"Asha, Stark Industries reported ten minutes ago that its shareholder Obadiah Stane died in his office. The computer screen showed his secret transaction documents with the military and terrorists - Mr. Tony Stark was also involved."

"This time he has become the poor little thing that was murdered."

Do you receive sympathy from society?

"You have a phone call."

At the same time the email arrived, Tony called.

The man spoke in a bad tone: "Have you watched the news?"

"The Bearded Man is dead."

"…Obadiah watched me grow up. Mori Yuesa, if you want to deal with him, at least tell me." Tony was a little angry and a little scared. He didn't know if Mori Yuesa could understand this feeling. Obadiah was one of his few family members.

At least... at least what.

The man was speechless after asking himself this question.

He had no right to blame Mori Yuesha, everything was for his safety.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Linlin. I..." The person on the other end of the phone paced around the room anxiously: "...I wanted to collect more evidence, at most, at most make him stay in jail forever..."

"It wasn't me." Mori Yuesha answered crisply, "No need to apologize, I understand you a little bit. It's... because of little Howard, right?"

Obadiah often talked about his time with Howard Stark, and whenever that happened, Tony felt like his father was still alive.

"Please don't add 'little' if you want to comfort me. My father is just a child in your eyes?"

Mori Yuesha nodded in the air: "A child. Moreover, he is a greedy, precocious boy who likes to see if mature sisters have big breasts and straight legs."

Tony Stark:…

"Besides, he made me sit on a children's rocking horse and sing nursery rhymes to him."

"Again and again...he often eavesdrops on his father's fights with the ladies outside the door."

“Again, again, again…”

"Mori Tsukisa!!"

whee.

"are you feeling better?"

There was silence in the receiver.

Mori Yuesha's clear and tender voice makes people hear it clearly: "Will you still be sad like this?"

Stark held the phone, and his ears became very sensitive. He could not only hear Mori Yuesha's voice clearly, but also the emotions behind the voice and her barely perceptible breathing.

A very cold and gentle, condescending and lovely heart.

"I…"

Tony sighed, "Thank you."

The girl bit her nails and said, "Thank you, I'd better pay," and then hung up the phone. On the other end, Tony Stark smiled as he watched the call end with a "beep, beep, beep".

"Sir, it seems your speculation is not correct."

"What did I speculate?" The man refused to admit it. He hummed a song while holding a chocolate bar in his mouth, and walked from the bedroom to the living room.

"Regarding the risks of Mori Tsukisa."

"Oh, two different things."

"Whether she will destroy the world is different from whether she knows my father and whether I consider her as a family member."

Jarvis paused for a few seconds, as if to digest his master's meaning.

then…

"So, you are the 'tsundere' that Miss Nagini mentioned?"

Tony Stark:…

"Should I blame Mori Yuesa or Hera for you becoming like this?"

"The question is very vague. Sir, 'Tsundere' has been added to your personal information file to facilitate the future hostess to call it in real time - although I have personal preferences, I will not interfere with your decision-making."

Humph.

Stark opened his laptop and tapped on the keyboard.

"Let me see... Stan, what's wrong with you..."

After Obadiah Stane's death, shocking secrets were revealed, some of which were known to the public, some were not; some were found out by the police, and some were not. The armor he named "Iron Monger" was found by Pepper Potts and Colonel Rhodey.

Iron Overlord.

Designed from the remains I left in the cave...

Stanley, you and the Ten Rings...

Flipping through the information, he noticed an email recently sent through a special channel. As Obadiah Stane's conspiracy with terrorists failed, Iron Monger was not ready to be activated.

He decided to find another top killer to kill Tony Stark.

and so…

why.

Stan, why are you killing me?

The more Stark read, the more frightened he became. Originally, after making a deal with him, Hera generously sent the "picked up" information to the man. That was enough to convict him, but not enough to make Tony Stark harden his heart.

But this... is enough.

Chapter 106 Help from the Scavenger

Why kill Tony Stark?

Of course, it’s for the company.

Obadiah Stane signed the document with a fountain pen in hand. Through the clean French windows, he could see the bustling city far below.

Stark Industries, the group for which he has devoted almost his entire life.

They got started with Tony's wisdom, and then used his skills to navigate the gap between the military and the government.

If it weren't for him, the 'genius' who could only lie in the machinery and oil would have been eaten by the enemy without leaving any bones. Countless days and nights of research? Did he think he was the only one busy?

Dealing with people is much more difficult than dealing with cold machines.

The tough military, the cunning politicians, the shareholders with their own demands, the annual financial statements and the profits that go into the pockets of shareholders. He has too many things to take care of and consider, and the "genius" only needs to stay in his workshop for a while, and then announce to everyone:

I have a new invention!

In this way, his status was far higher than his own.

Who sees my hard work?

—'Kill, kill him.'

The restless sea of ​​​​heart is more angry than the raging wind and rain.

——'Kill him, and you will be at the top of Stark Group.'

Amid the chaotic roar of artillery, reason was blown to pieces.

——'Power, money, closing down the weapons department, nothing left.'

The clown in costume is dancing funny steps, laughing at the weakness of men. Children are the power of vigorous growth, but as I approach the end of my years, my body is about to fail... What do you want? Tony casually throws you a few candies, just like the clowns in the amusement park do to children?

——'Kill...Tony Stark!'

The shadow that has never been known also wants to appear in the sun one day. It has been fed up with the disappointments brought by someone's wanton behavior.

Obadiah's finger gently dragged the mouse, and on a little-known website, a huge sum of money was transferred from an anonymous account to another anonymous account.

An assassin who never fails, the most efficient killer.

…………

……

A few days passed without any special events, and that little bastard Tony also ran off to Japan with some girl and a detective, which gave him time to slowly devour the empire built by the Stark family.

Or will it be time to change the name to Stanny Industries soon?

In front of the mirror, he used a special small comb to trim his beard and straightened his tie with satisfaction: Mr. Stanny felt that there was no moment in his life that was happier than now. Howard had gone, and now his son was about to follow his father.

Thank you, Starks.

The expensive leather shoes and suit were worthy of the luxurious office, and the man pushed open the door with his head held high.