Chapter 419: A Conversation Through 100 Years

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The two looked at each other.

A strange and absurd atmosphere spread between the two.

The author of a nearly 100-year-old book that says "For Tony Stark" has the same name as the supermodel who spent the night with him yesterday. It's too much of a coincidence, isn't it?

Tony frowned, feeling uneasy. He reached out his hand and said, "Pots, bring that book over. I want to take a look at what was written in the book that was given to me."

"Uh... well, you're a little bit down, I'll go to the downstairs office to pick it up." Potts nodded, turned and walked downstairs quickly.

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 historical vicissitudes. When you got closer, you could even smell a certain odor.

Book cover in quill pen, written to Tony Stark, bottom right is the signature of the author of the book, Eileen Caswina, early 1925, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland *** *.

The handwriting on the back seems to have been soaked in water, and it is completely unrecognizable, but it is still barely discernible, it should be a city in the United Kingdom.

"This book...is real."

Tony's frown deepened. From the moment he got it, he knew that this book was by no means a knockoff, but a genuine cultural relic.

If you can be sure, this book is not an imitation, maybe he has a lot of cultural relics in his collection, and he has cultivated an almost instinctive intuition.

book, it's true.

That means it's not a prank, maybe there really is someone with the same name who wrote this book in England a hundred years ago and handed it to him today.

But is there such a coincidence in this world?

A person who had just left him for less than two hours would go to more than a hundred years ago and write this book for him.

If someone is not pranking, then God must be joking!

To confirm this, Tony asked Jarvis to check immediately to see if Erin Casvina was still there.

Jarvis invaded the surveillance of the old mansion and found that after Irene stepped into the elevator, no one came out again. I contacted the management staff in the corridor. After confirmation, I found that Irene Caswina was really missing. .

From the moment Irene stepped into the elevator, and then to the next person entering, it was certain that no one came in or out, or even anything appeared, but Irene Caswina disappeared like this miraculously!

Is it... true?

With this question in mind, Tony carefully turned the first page, because this book is very old, so you must be very careful not to let this book fall apart.

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

"Have you seen a ghost?"

Potts, intrigued, leaned over to take a look.

"To Iron Man Tony Stark, the girl who used to spend wild nights with you and dreamed of being a supermodel, a wonderful journey that belongs to Erin Caswina."

"I...I think I really saw a ghost!"

Tony's face turned white with a swipe, as if it had been painted with paint, the knuckles of both hands were white and bulging, and he was clutching the pages of the book tightly.

"hiss--"

Potts took a deep breath and realized the problem at this moment. The chill of the day was surging from the soles of his feet, and his face turned pale for a moment: "You mean... the same person?"

Tony didn't answer her question, but turned to the next page and swept it carefully with his eyes wide open. He swore that he was never so serious when he was in school!

"I know you may not believe it, thinking it's 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 traveled, yes, it's not a movie plot, it's what happened to me, I came to England in 1914.

This is really bad, the air quality a hundred years ago was much worse than ours, the industrial black smoke is everywhere here, and they are like monsters, dyeing the sky black.

Hahahaha... I seem to have said too much, sorry, people of this era always speak so implicitly, I still miss our era, at least there can be 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, Erin Caswina, was the same person as the supermodel who had just left the room not long ago.

After sitting next to him and watching it, Potts stretched out his hand and twisted the soft flesh around Tony's waist, gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that you were having a great time last night. You can even remember the posture you used!"

Tony looked embarrassed.

In order to prove that she did not lie, Erin described in the book a detailed and vivid description of their passionate scenes from last night, including but not limited to various poses.

If he hadn't really experienced it, I'm afraid he would have thought it was some slut who fantasized about pornographic content.

"Cough cough... Let's look at the content later." Tony turned to the next page in order to divert his attention and also for the soft flesh around his waist.

Facts have proved that this trick does not work well, and Potts has been diverted.

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

It's nothing more than returning to the old house. Entering the elevator felt a little wrong. She felt that there was a dark shadow behind her, and then her eyes suddenly darkened. When the light appeared again, she found that she had come to England in 1914.

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

wow... wow... wow...

There was no sound in the room except for the sound of turning the pages.

The whole book is in the form of a diary, recording the things and people that Irene has experienced and met back in 1915, which is somewhat similar to a travel journal.

The real point is that in early 1915, the first German air raid on London, using zeppelins, dropped a lot of explosives.

It was because of this incident that Irene had to follow her husband to take refuge in another city in the UK (the text here is erased), and checked into a hotel by the way.

By the way, with the advantages of a supermodel and an aesthetic that surpassed the times for nearly a hundred years, Irene quickly caught up with an upper-class aristocrat, which can be said to have finally fulfilled her dream.

After that, something really terrifying happened.

Since the hotel they stayed in, strange things have happened one after another. The passengers who stayed in the hotel disappeared for no reason, and the door to the hotel disappeared. All of them were trapped here.

Here Irene once again saw that strangely shaped angel statue that was crying while covering its face!

"Another angel statue..."

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

Eileen repeatedly mentioned in the book that this statue of an angel crying with her face covered is obviously related to the mystery of her crossing.

Tony patiently continued to look down.