Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

"Today, I am here to announce a news that you will never guess."

Tony was wearing a high-tailored suit, lazily standing on the podium of the global live broadcast press conference, propping up the table as if he had no bones.

He raised a finger and raised his eyebrows to speak.

After a pause, he glanced around the audience, shrugged his shoulders meaninglessly, and put down his hands again.

"Well, since I've said that you'll never guess it', doesn't anyone want to play against me and make a guess?"

The reporters looked at each other.One of them exchanged glances with the colleague next to him, and said hesitantly, "Uh... the Stark Group will cooperate with the Wayne Group?"

This is the gossip in business circles these days.

"What? No!" Tony "pooh" in disgust, "Why should I cooperate with that Gotham guy?...Wait a minute, will we really cooperate with them? Pepper?"

Little Pepper rolled his eyes in the audience.

"Anyway," Tony turned his head to face the camera as if nothing had happened, "It's not this kind of thing, or we can just ask Pepper to hold a press conference for you, why not come and deal with you yourself."

In the audience, another reporter raised his hand: "Is there something about Iron Man?"

Tony: "No. Iron Man is me, why did I come here to tell you about myself?"

The reporters were at a loss for a moment.

After a while, a female voice suddenly rang out: "Excuse me, is it related to the Avengers? Or SHIELD?"

Tony turned to look at the person who spoke.

It was a capable and beautiful female reporter. Seeing Tony's gaze, she raised her press card neatly: "Louise 183 Ryan, Daily Planet."

"Oh, it's a beautiful lady. I like your hairstyle." Tony teased reflexively, and then shook his head under Louise's calm gaze. What matters is the affairs of the Alliance or S.H.I.E.L.D., and the one standing here should be the captain."

Louise sat down a little disappointed.

Now it seemed that all the roads were blocked, and the venue fell silent.

A not-so-confident voice floated to everyone's ears at this moment: "...Is it related to the event...a few months ago...the event where Ms. Cynthia participated in a movie was projected on a large screen?"

Tony paused.

His probing eyes fell on the man who was speaking.

The man was a big man dressed in a country style, with thick bangs and old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses. Standing hunched over Louise, he looked like a transparent person who would disappear at any time.

"Who are you?" Tony squinted at him.

Everyone's eyes focused on him for an instant.

"Uh," the man immediately became at a loss, his face turned red with embarrassment.

He clumsily took out his press card: "...Clark 183 Kent, Daily Planet."

After a pause, he said remedially, "I'm a loyal fan of Ms. Cynthia."

"Oh, is it?"

Tony smiled inexplicably, and then said, "Okay, okay. You guessed right, it's about Ms. Cynthia."

The reporters just wanted to break their heads, but they didn't expect that Tony Stark would hold a special press conference to talk about a deceased actress. There was a commotion immediately, and many people looked at Clark who guessed this point with strange expressions.

The poor little reporter looks like he wants to drill a hole and escape from here in the next second.

"Honestly, I forgot I've ever done something like this. Casting screens to let people watch movies for free? I'm such a philanthropist." Tony laughed at himself, and then said, "Now, you have two leads —Cynthia and the Avengers, guess what?"

"...what??...she's not a former secret agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., thanks."

"Fulian will not take over the follow-up of the clown incident. It has nothing to do with us. You might as well call the FBI directly."

"... She is not an old popsicle salvaged from the glacier of the last century, my God, what are you group of captain fans thinking about all day long?"

Tony sighed, tiredly said: "Okay. I know you can't guess it. Let me tell you—"

He looked straight at the live camera lens, and said clearly and word by word: "Cynthia is still alive."

There was a dead silence in the hall.

Everyone stared at Tony dumbfounded, as if they couldn't understand what the phrase he just said meant.

After a while, Louise first recovered her vocal cords, slowly frowned, and looked at him disapprovingly: "Mr. Stark, this is the live broadcast of the press conference around the world."

She put the accent on the words "global live broadcast".

Tony didn't seem to realize what she meant at all, and innocently opened his eyes wide: "I know. That's why I brought such an important thing here.

"A year ago, Cynthia didn't die directly in the middle, although it wasn't much worse. There was a S.H.I.E.L.D. He rushed over to the video of her being caught just at the end.

"He found Cynthia from the fire and ruins, found that she was still breathing, and brought her back to SHIELD for rescue. Of course, with the medical level of SHIELD, it can only hang her life. , there is little hope of resuscitation, and because that mission is top secret—by the way, it is still there now, so there is no comment—to the outside world, it is only said that Cynthia’s body has not been found, and a large amount of blood was found at the scene of the police investigation. From this it was inferred that I was dead.

"Until a very accidental opportunity, just this year, I found out about it - I don't know how to know about it - I felt a little pity, then I decided to try it, and then I succeeded, and then..."

He spread his hands.

"She came back to life."

There was a moment of silence on the court.

There was clearly an "I don't believe it" look on someone's face.

But the first to stand up is still the brave Louise.

"Do you really know what you're talking about right now? Didn't drink?" she questioned her soul.

Tony rolled his eyes: "Of course."

"Then you should understand that it is very rude to make such jokes about a dead person-especially a great one," Louise said.

Tony tilted his head: "I understand, so I'm not joking."

Louise was silent for a while.

"What about the evidence?" she asked. "You can't convince people to overturn what they believed a year ago."

"Yes, it's here." Tony said, turning sideways, stretching out his palm in a certain direction exaggeratedly, inviting, "Now, invite me to appear on the scene."

A slender figure in a black coat and a wide-brimmed top hat came out from the side and walked onto the stage with his head bowed.

People realized something, opened their eyes wide, and held their breath involuntarily.

The man stopped next to Tony, paused, and took off his top hat.

Without the restraint of the hat, the long platinum hair hangs down in a beautiful arc.

A delicate female face with a light color that seemed to be shining was revealed, facing the camera and smiling slightly at it.

No one speaks.

But there will be no one who does not recognize this face.

A year ago, its owner was a smash hit and was called "the most holy woman in the world" by the media. All the works she starred in were exquisite and coincidental, and she was an active participant in charity activities. After the case, countless people paid tribute to her Cried heartbroken at the death of the dead, spontaneously held mourning ceremonies, built memorial halls, erected monuments and statues, and I don’t know how many scenes of violence broke out in Gotham.

Now, she appeared in front of the camera again, with light makeup and black clothes, and her description was a bit haggard, as if she had not recovered from a serious illness, but she was indeed alive.

A living "Moon Goddess".

Everyone is boiling.

The flashlights were connected in one piece, illuminating the entire venue brightly.

"Ms. Cynthia! Ms. Cynthia—!!"

Cynthia secretly felt a headache for this familiar scene.

But she still kept a polite smile and patiently answered the reporters' questions.

"Yes, I'm not wrong... not an android, I swear..."

"The first time I woke up was a few months ago...yes, the day Tony decided he wanted to put my movie on the screen."

"Not yet, I haven't fully recovered yet, I'm trying to recover now, but it's almost there."

"...I'm sorry, I really can't tell you about that agent, and I haven't seen him much, to be honest..."

"Yes, I will continue my acting career, the doctor said it's okay, and I won't give up... yes, yes..."

Tony looked at the white halo on her body that was well concealed by the flashlight—he knew that it was the light that Cynthia would emit when she used her ability. He waited for a while, then raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

A group of vicious bodyguards rushed over immediately, surrounded the reporters with their bodies, and drove them back.

"Okay, okay, do you want the patient to rest?" Tony turned a deaf ear to their fierce voices, and was ready to leave with his arms around Cynthia's shoulders. "This is the end of the press conference. Goodbye."

Among the group of reporters who were struggling to get ahead, there was a head with a particularly strong head, who shouted loudly in the crowd: "Mr. Stark, what is the current relationship between you and Ms. Cynthia?"

Tony paused.

He turned around, smiled slyly, put Cynthia's hat back on her head with one hand, and put his hand in front of his lips to "shh".

"—Shh, guess what?"

The workload of the bodyguards tripled immediately.

Cynthia got into Tony's sports car.

Looking out of the car window at the scene like a zombie attack, she said helplessly, "It turns out that you playboys and billionaires all have the same routine."

"Are you talking about your ex-boyfriend, sweetheart?" Tony said with one hand on the steering wheel and made a "please" gesture with the other, "please, don't compare me to that idiot, I'm much smarter than him—at least Not so drunk as to set his ancestral home on fire."

Cynthia: "..."

She couldn't help but applaud Bruce for how masterful his disguise was.

"Anyway," she said, "thank you for doing me such a great favor, I'm sure I'd have to wait a long time without you.  … But then again, are you sure Nick Fury wouldn't mind us using the S.H.I.E.L.D. number?"

The captain told her after he came back last time that Nick 183 Fury is not dead, that black man is as cunning as an old fox.

Tony didn't care. "Oh, don't worry. You think he didn't profit from it?"

Cynthia was puzzled: "Profit from it?"

"Although I belittled their technology a little bit, crediting them for saving you has greatly improved..."

Cynthia was listening to Tony's explanation carefully, when suddenly, Wu Ni's voice sounded in her mind.

[Urgent mission, Cynthia!The time limit is three hours! 】

Cynthia froze for a moment.

Urgent task means that the mental state of the task object has taken a turn for the worse and is very pessimistic, and timely counseling is needed.She has only encountered this situation twice so far, and the first mission object was sitting next to her.

Combined with the fact that she just appeared on the global live broadcast just now, Cynthia couldn't help but have a bad guess.

【who is it? 】 She asked in a deep voice.

Sure enough, Wuny answered her:

[Batman. 】