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Chapter 509: Conversation Through Hundred Years

A book author with nearly a hundred years of history with the name \'to Tony Stark\' actually had the same name as the supermodel who spent a good night with him yesterday. Weren\'t these two too coincidental?

Tony frowned and felt uneasy. He stretched out his hand and said, "Potts, bring that book over. I want to see what is written in this book that is given to me."

"Uh.. Okay, you are slightly lower. I will go to the office downstairs to get it." Potts nodded and quickly turned to go downstairs.

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

A moment later, Potts came up.

It was a yellow thread-bound book. It was obvious that it was not a product of this era. Before it was opened, it gave off a sense of history. If you got closer, you could even smell a certain stench.

The cover of the book was written with a feather pen. It was written to Tony Stack. The author of this book was signed in the lower right corner. It was Irene Ducie. It was written at the beginning of 1925, Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

The words on the back seemed to have been soaked in water and could no longer be identified, but it could still be seen that it should be a certain city in England.

"This book... is real."

Tony frowned even more. From the moment he got his hands on it, he knew that this book was not an imitation, but a genuine artifact.

If he could be sure that this book was not an imitation, or perhaps he had collected many artifacts, he had developed an almost instinctive intuition.

The book was real.

It meant that this was not a prank. Perhaps there was someone with the same name who wrote this book in England a hundred years ago and handed it over to him.

But was there really such a coincidence in this world?

A person who had just left his place, less than two hours ago, had actually run over a hundred years ago and specially wrote this book for him.

If not for a prank, then it must be a joke from God!

In order to confirm this, Tony asked Jarvis to check if Irene Duna was still there.

Jarvis invaded the surveillance of the old mansion and found that after Irene stepped into the elevator, no one came out and contacted the manager in the corridor. After confirming it, he found that Irene was really missing.

From the moment Irene stepped into the elevator to the next person entering, it could be confirmed that no one came in or out, or even anything appeared. However, Irene Caswell disappeared just like that!

Could it be that it was real?

With this question in mind, Tony carefully flipped to the first page. Because this book was already very old, he had to be very careful in order to prevent the book from falling apart.

However, when he flipped to the first page and saw the line of words, Tony was so scared that his face turned pale. He even exclaimed that it was impossible!

"Did you see a ghost?"

Potts was curious and looked over.

"Give it to Iron Man Tony Stark, a girl who used to spend a crazy night with you, dreaming of becoming a super model, a wonderful trip that belongs to Irene Caswell."

"I... I seem to have seen a ghost!"

Tony\'s face turned white in an instant, as if it was painted with paint. His two hands were white and bulging, tightly clutching the pages.

"Hiss --"

Potts sucked in a breath of cold air. At this moment, she also realized the problem. The chill of the day surged up from the soles of her feet, and her little face instantly paled. "You mean... the same person?"

Tony did not answer her question. Instead, he flipped to the next page. He stared at it carefully. He swore that when he was in school, he had never been this serious!

I know that you might not believe it and think that this is just a prank. In fact, I did not believe it in the beginning. I tried to ask everyone I met, but in the end, I accepted the reality.

I crossed over. 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 is much worse than that of our era. This place is filled with industrial black smoke. They are like monsters, dyeing the sky black.

Hahahaha. I seem to have said too much. Sorry, people in this era are always so reserved. I still miss our era, at least there can be McDonalds.

Let me guess, you must be very curious now. Why did I leave this book for you 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 this book, Irene Caswell, was the same person as the supermodel who had just left the room not long ago.

After watching from the side, Potts reached out and pinched the soft flesh on Tony\'s waist. She gritted her teeth and said, "It seems that you guys had a great time last night. I even remember what posture you used clearly!"

Tony looked embarrassed.

In order to prove that she was not lying, Irene described in detail in the book that their passionate moments last night included but not limited to all kinds of postures.

If he had not really experienced it, he would probably think that it was some crazy woman who had fantasized about the contents of the sex.

"Cough, cough. Let\'s look at the contents of the back page." In order to divert attention and also for the soft flesh on his waist, Tony opened the next page.

Reality proved that this was a hundred test, and as expected, Potts\'s attention was diverted.

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

It was nothing more than returning to the old house. Entering the elevator, she felt that something was wrong. She felt that there was a black shadow behind her. Then, her vision suddenly darkened. When the light appeared again, she found that she had come to the UK of 1914.

Without finding anything strange, Tony patiently continued to look back.

Crash. Crash. Crash.

The room was silent, only the sound of pages being flipped.

The whole book was in the form of a diary, recording the things and people that Irene had experienced and met in the past nine and a five years of her return. It was somewhat similar to the feeling of travel.

The real point was at the beginning of 1915, when Germany first launched an air attack on London, they used a large number of explosives from Airships.

It was because of this incident that Irene had to follow her husband to another city in England to take refuge(the words here were erased) and moved into a hotel by the way.

By the way, Irene, with the advantage of being a supermodel and her beauty that surpassed the era of nearly a hundred years, had soon become a noble of the upper class. It could be said that she had finally fulfilled her dream.

After that, the truly terrifying thing happened.

Since they had moved into this hotel, strange things happened one after another. The passengers who stayed in had mysteriously disappeared, and the entrance to the hotel had also disappeared. All of them were trapped here.

Here, Irene saw the strangely shaped angel statue again, covering her face and crying!

"It\'s the angel statue again."

When Tony saw this, his eyebrows were locked together and he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Irene repeatedly mentioned in the book that this angel statue that was covering her face and crying was obviously related to her transmigration mystery.

Tony patiently continued to read.