I used to believe in science

"So how did you know it was the perpetrator?" Tony sat at the table in the living room and listened to his sister talking about the sudden case that happened today.Antoinette was bringing out a plate of fried spaghetti from the kitchen.

Tony reached out and picked one up and threw it into his mouth. It tasted good but a bit mushy.He was then met with a blank stare and a warning "Go wash your hands."

Tony withdrew his hand resentfully, and followed Antoinette to the kitchen, listening to her say, "I guess."

At this moment Tony showed the same puzzled expression as when Steve asked, raising one eyebrow and tilting his head to one side.Antoinette smiled and added sauce to the salad bowl while explaining, "The girl's cuffs were stained with paint, and the campus cases are usually acquaintances. When I walked to the art district, I saw only one person. At that time, I had no other choice. Afterwards This proves that it is true.” The assailant was homophobic, and had long been displeased with the lesbian girl, not only stabbed the girl’s girlfriend for cheating, but also committed the crime while the girl was sad.

"Unbelievable, you just walked over like that?" Tony turned to the side cabinet after washing his hands, and took out a bottle of red wine while talking.

The market price of a bottle of 77-year-old White Horse is probably equivalent to the house Antoinette lives in now.

Antoinette didn't comment on his choice, in fact she was too busy making salad and secretly glad she didn't tell Tony that the boy who did the murder was indeed carrying a knife, and if someone hadn't saved her she might be in the hospital right now .

She brought the salad to the table and turned over to get two glasses, then sat back on the chair and watched the person opposite deal with the wine bottle, and asked casually, "How are you doing? What are you doing this time?"

"The Ministry of Defense wants me to hand over Iron Man's suit and reveal Iron Man's true identity." Tony replied while dealing with the bottle.

And Antoinette frowned at this.That suit was made by Tony after he came back from Afghanistan. At that time, he announced the closure of the weapons department and caused an uproar. She, Pep and Roddy were running around outside, while he worked behind closed doors for a while, and then steel Xia came into being, that guy claimed to be Tony's security personnel, doing super-ying work, for the sake of personal safety, only Tony knew his true identity.

Antoinette didn't really agree, but if it made Tony feel safe, she wouldn't say a word.

She watched as Tony finally tossed the cap off, poured a little for her and doubled for himself, and changed the subject to "So who's picking you up tonight? Happy? Or Iron Man?"

"Iron Man is an independent superhero, he has his own business to do." Tony put the bottle aside, "I plan to leave tomorrow."

Antoinette looked at this brother who had the same eyes as his and even shared the same name, pretending to be understated, hiding a little cautious expression, as if he would reject him.

Antoinette began to dream again.

She suddenly fell into a dream and fell directly into a fight. Someone twisted her arm and attacked her left shoulder. The sharp pain from the gunshot wound there made her eyes go black, and then she was grabbed. hair.Almost instinctively, she scratched the opponent's face with her backhand, just poked in the eye, and when the opponent's hand let go, she broke free.

Pain blurred her eyes, but she could sense someone else around, maybe Ethan.There was the sound of a punch hitting the flesh and the muffled sound of the body falling to the ground.

Moments later, Antoinette was picked up by a pair of hands, a box was thrust into her hand, and she ran with her until they fell into the back of a van.

Antoinette knew that she was bleeding, and two hands were helping her to stop the bleeding, but she would soon be unconscious.At this moment, she tried her best to fight against the pain, trying to clear her eyes, and lowered her head to look at the box in her hand.

She finally saw a mark engraved next to the safety lock, which should be the logo of some organization...

Antoinette opened her eyes, and first saw the snow-white ceiling, and her body was trapped in the softness, which made her feel terrified, so she struggled, crawled out of the quilt, turned over and realized that she had woken up. Lying in the overly comfortable bed made her breathe a sigh of relief.

The memory of the dream faded like a tide, every time she woke up like this, she couldn't grasp the details of the dream.So she didn't have time to think about it, she jumped up and turned on the bedside lamp and took out a notebook and a pencil from the bedside table, trying to draw the last sign she saw in her memory before she forgot it.

Tony was lying on the sofa in the living room, crossing his feet and using a tablet to conceive a new design for Iron Man's suit.In the end, he didn't choose to go back to the hotel, but spent the night in the living room of his sister, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

They used to do this a lot, when Tony was still in college, and if he didn't want to go home during the holidays, Antoinette would come to Massachusetts to huddle with him.They never had that opportunity after Antoinette left MIT to study psychology at Stanford.

Tony misses that sometimes.

While turning over the model of the battle suit, Tony reached for the coffee cup on the coffee table. When he found that it was empty, he had to sit up and go down to the kitchen to refill the cup.

And when he came out of the kitchen, he saw the light coming from the crack in the door of his sister's room. He subconsciously looked at his watch. The time showed that it was one o'clock in the morning, and Antoinette should have slept for two hours.

So he went over and knocked on the door.

The door was not locked. After obtaining the permission to enter, he pushed the door and walked in. He saw Antoinette leaning against the bedside, drawing something in his notebook with the dim bedside light.Tony knew that Antoinette had studied sketching for two years when she was studying in Massachusetts—and her boyfriend.

"Sudden inspiration?" Tony didn't go in, but leaned against the door frame, looking at his sister's hand and asked.

"To each other." Antoinette paused the work in hand, raised her head and looked at the coffee cup Tony was holding meaningfully, "It's... two o'clock in the morning." She glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed, "You It's not just a matter of not sleeping, you don't look like you're going to sleep."

"What can I say, the brain of a genius never stops." Tony shrugged.

And Antoinette raised one eyebrow, she threw the notebook and pens on the bedside table, jumped out of bed, walked to Tony with bare feet, and snatched his coffee cup involuntarily, "This kind of reason can't fool me. ’ She tapped herself on the head.

"What kind of genius are you?" Tony said, rolling his eyes, but Antoinette pushed him away from the door and slammed it in his face before he could finish his sentence.Tony took a step back, avoiding the risk of breaking his nose.

He looked at the door that was close at hand, the light from the crack of the door disappeared, so he touched his nose and went back.

As it turned out, the next morning, he was paying for his late sleep.At some point in the morning, Antoinette was walking up and down around him, dragging him up forcibly.

"I'm fine this morning."

"Happy will pick you up today."

"Then let him postpone it." His not sober mind rejected the conversation, wanting to end it quickly.

"Yeah, that's what I told him. And by the way, it's 10:30 and I want you to sleep a little longer, but you have to eat at least." Antoinette dragged him Sitting up, he stuffed a cup into his hand, and Tony's eyes opened to the smell of coffee.

His mind rests on the last slow waking, and then realizes the question "Why are you still here, I thought the FBI was very disciplined?"

"I take a day off today." Antoinette said, sitting opposite him. "Come on, order something, there is nothing to do at home."

"Donuts." Tony barely needed to use a single brain cell to answer the question.

Antoinette rolled his eyes, feeling expected of this answer.But she would not refuse. Sometimes Pep said that she was more like a sister, which made a little sense, so she nodded, put on her coat and went out to buy things.

When his sister walked out of the house and closed the door, Tony wanted to go back to sleep, but the temptation of coffee was more tempting than sleep, so he chose to drink the coffee to wake up his brain.

When he woke up, he glanced at his phone first. There were five missed calls from Hubby. He threw the phone aside and looked around.The door of Antoinette's room was open, and a corner of the bedside table could be vaguely seen from the sofa.The little episode last night suddenly flashed through his mind, and a kind of curiosity sprouted and entrenched in his brain.

He stood up and walked through the door.

The notebook and pencil were still on the bedside table, next to the two lipsticks and the coffee he had half drank yesterday.He walked over to pick up the notebook, which was originally buttoned there, so he could easily see what Antoinette was drawing last night just by turning it over.

And when that pattern entered his line of sight, he was completely awake in an instant, and a chill rose from his not-so-healthy heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

It was a circular pattern with two knives intersecting in the middle to form an X, and the outer circle consisted of ten rings.

He'd seen the sign before, when he was kidnapped in Afghanistan.