my comic life

Being stared at by the eyes of the ink-stained hood, Tony, who believed in science, approached the mirror and wanted to get out first, but his face was slammed into the wall.

Seeing Tony's embarrassment, Rorschach secretly thought:

The power of the mysterious side is resisting this guy who is cursed by knowledge.Take him out, I'm afraid...

Pushing Tony away with one hand, Rorschach glanced at the most irregular "someone" again and specially reminded:

"After you get up there, don't look around or touch anything."

Stretching out his left hand, Rorschach clicked on the first name, "Norman Osborne."

Norman Osborn understood and put his hand on Rorschach's left hand.

Then Rorschach turned his head and signaled, and Ethan Winster quickly understood and took Norman Osborn's hand.

The three of them looked at Tony who was standing aside. In desperation, Tony had no choice but to put away his sense of shame and join hands with the large group.

The four men walked hand in hand through the full-length mirror.

When the soles of his feet entered the underground level, Tony Stark took the lead in removing his hands, holding his knees, breathing heavily,

"I finally left that hellish place, which still houses the same monsters as those in the caves in Afghanistan... Oh my god, this plaster statue actually blinked at me? Could it be that I have lived in the cave for a long time and my eyes are hallucinating?"

"You need a beating, don't you?"

The family kicked away the naughty child who was hurt by the test. Rorschach moved his shoulders and said sadly.

The naughty child fell to the side, and his face immediately changed, as if he had been greatly wronged, and tears burst into tears.

After glancing at Norman who was calm and steady, and then at Ethan who was not surprised, Tony had no choice but to put away the surprise on his face and force himself not to be afraid, but he still couldn't help but lean his legs towards Rorschach.

"Get away from me, Tony Stark."

Rorschach did not hesitate to distance himself, and led everyone through the storage warehouse, through the air-raid door, and arrived at the antique store in the apartment.

"The FBI has prohibited agents from coming here. Today I was lucky enough to see the legendary antique shop in the apartment..."

Ethan Winter recalled with emotion the life-size mirrors, castle oil paintings, ink paintings of heroes of the Three Kingdoms, bronze walls, dragon plate stone carvings, and plaster statues that he had just seen.

Restraining order?

The FBI is still very prescient. What the apartment antique store said is also the body of the incarnation of God.

It’s not a place where ordinary people can come. What if someone with too much inspiration and good qualifications in practicing magic discovers something they shouldn’t know and is subtly affected by the apartment...

But it's not good.

After locking the air-raid door, Rorschach led the three of them to sit on the sofa. As soon as they sat down, Ethan Winster made a solemn promise:

"Detective Inkblot, I promise you that I will guard everything about you in Afghanistan so that no one else will know about it!"

"No need."

Rorschach shook his head and rejected Ethan Winston. Even if Ethan could keep it a secret, there were two other people.

Norman immediately said that he was very strict with his words and never disclosed business secrets to others.

As soon as the words fell, the two of them looked at Tony Stark again.

"Hey, what do you keep looking at me for?"

Tony looked back with wide eyes and said angrily,

"You think I'm going to do bad things. I, Tony Stark, am a talkative and foul-mouthed person. I'm too lazy to talk about trivial matters like this!"

"Shh!"

With his middle finger covering his lips, Rorschach pointed to the bedroom on the first floor where no one was sleeping, and said softly,

"Speak softly and don't wake up my shopkeeper."

"Although SHIELD agents are capable, they are better at making trouble. The police can be fair and strict, but sometimes they are powerless. Only the FBI agents are the most reliable. There is no need to hide my existence. There may be an opportunity to cooperate with your FBI in the future. …”

"Detective Moji, I understand. You are trying to protect the younger generation, I understand, I understand!"

Ethan expressed his understanding and left a number.

It seems that it is better to recognize the ink-blot detective as Uncle Roque, and forget about the misunderstanding.

"Speaking of which, it's getting daylight. The gate is over there. Please come back."

Tony was overjoyed when he heard this. He didn't want to stay in this place for a moment, so he immediately got up and walked to the door of the store.

Seeing Rorschach put away his contact number, Ethan was particularly happy and followed Tony out.

After digging through his pockets, Tony wanted to withdraw money and call a taxi to leave, only to realize that he was penniless. He looked at each other and the two of them returned to the store at the same time.

Tony touched his head in embarrassment, then turned his pockets out and said with difficulty:

"Detective Inkblot, I think~"

"Oh~"

Rorschach clasped his hands together and his hoarse voice became joking, "No way, no way. The richest man in the world doesn't even have the money to take a taxi, right?"

Suddenly, Luo Xia remembered a scam text message. Because it was just a joke, it later spread widely on the Internet and finally turned into a famous joke.

Rorschach coughed, imitated Tony's voice, and said:

"I am Tony Stark. I was kidnapped by terrorists. Now I am escaping from the terrorists' lair. As long as I return to the Stark Group, I will be the richest man in the world. So I need some money now, as long as you give it to me first. **** Beautiful knife, help me return to the group..."

"I, Tony Stark, make money!"

"!"

Shut up, shut up, shut up.

Tony was furious and covered Rorschach's hooded mouth. He couldn't believe that if he let this mouth speak, what nonsense would come out!

"Tony, Tony, let go, Detective Inkblot is the one who saved us!"

"This hanging man, this hanging man, is ruining the reputation of me, Tony Stark!"

Rorschach doesn't like hearing this. Tony Stark's reputation is a joke, and Rorschach doesn't take the blame.

"Everyone on the Internet is shouting about beating a street rat, but why are you talking about reputation? Is there any difference between a lump of shit and a stinkier lump of shit?"

"Wow wow wow!"

"Stop, Tony, stop, calm down, calm down, Detective Ink saved us, saved us. Even if you don't think Detective Ink saved you, at least he saved me!"

"Ah!"

With a sneer, Rorschach flicked Tony's smart head away with one finger.

Pretending to be helpless, Rorschach walked to the desk, took it out from the drawer, and took over all the income from the antique shop in the apartment these days, which was a huge five dollars from Spider-Girl Gwen Stacy.

"No need to pay it back, the world's richest man, Tony Stark!"

After throwing five dollars in Tony's face, Rorschach pushed his hand and said generously.

"Ahhh!"

Tony, who was uncontrollably angry, danced with his small fists and struggled hard, "Ethan, let me go, let me go, I must..." today.

"The savior gave me money and didn't ask for repayment. He was not satisfied yet and was even ready to fight back. This is the first time I have seen such a rotten person."

Rorschach said with profound meaning as if he was recalling the past time.

Rorschach picked up the five-dollar knife and stuffed it into Tony's pocket, then carried Tony to the door of the store, and finally gave Tony a kick in the butt.

Then he turned to look at Ethan, Rorschach stretched out his palm and slowly said two words:

"please."

When Ethan neatly walked out of the apartment antique store, Rorschach slammed the store door.

In the empty streets, only Tony Stark, the world's richest man, was left disheveled in the wind, and FBI agent Ethan Winston smiled bitterly at Tony.