When Chaoying meets Little Siren

When Tony opened his eyes he was sure his brains had been churned by the captain's new juicer for more than an hour.His throat was very dry, and when he tilted his head, he found that there was still a sour taste of vomiting in his mouth.

Headache, very painful, he groaned and turned over on the ground with difficulty.The temperature control on the floor was adjusted to 20 degrees Celsius. This temperature is not even cooling down for a person who revels all night, but it is a bit harsh for a person who wakes up from sleep.What's more, this man even threw his coat to some girl during the carnival, and the only remaining pink shirt on his upper body was stained darkly.Smelling the smell of alcohol, he saw the soaked cloth on his chest, stretched out two fingers and twirled it in disgust, and wiped the hard reactor with his backhand.

He seemed to be drinking again.He picked up the bottle next to him and focused it in front of his eyes, and it did take him a while—fuck, it was the bottle of red wine he got from Henry Jay Winery, he didn't intend to open it yesterday, poor Henry ——He rolled the bottle aside casually, and the empty bottle rolled away from him——His limbs were numb, and he didn't want to move.Yesterday, even by his standards, it was surpassed. What happened?Has Orm already withdrawn?seems like it?He called "Carol" twice more, but there was no response.Sometimes he mutes her.Forget it.

His eyes were loose and uninterested, following the gurgling bottle rolling across the bar, rolling over the overturned high stool, rolling over... Then who dropped a plate of pastries on the ground? ——then leisurely stopped in front of a metal plate.

His gaze moves up.

Correction, that's not a fucking metal plate.

Correction again, not only isn't that a fucking sheet of metal, it's a giant—fuck, how did he get the basement survival pod to this level?

When his eyes finally focused on the life support cabin, he suddenly propped himself up on his elbows.

What the fuck is this fucking thing! ?

Tony stared at the huge life support cabin in the middle of the room with his head in his hands, his caramel-colored eyes widened, and his fingers tremblingly stretched out towards the huge creature—"Carol? Carol!——" He shouted desperately for a long time without any response, what the hell did he do? ! ——

Tony stumbled over and knocked out a panel on the bulkhead, the life support fluid was drained after the fingerprint was unlocked, and the life support hatch opened.Siren inside?Mermaid?people? ——falling out of it, that creature, I’m sorry, he should have called it more respectfully, that lady, little lady—he carried that little lady to—where should he hold it? !My head hurts Why hasn't his head exploded like a bomb Fuck this party fuck this world Please let it explode No no no no This is a head worth hundreds of millions—

But it's a mermaid!

Reason is pulling his ears and screaming at him with a horn, but instinct is controlling his hands to touch the cool scales—thankfully not the metal touch, he is completely unfamiliar with this material, and he is not crazy enough to modify it A girl God what did he do? !

He has never hated his fragmented memory so much—"Unmute! Carol! Enter the highest authority mode!" He yelled indiscriminately, frantically waving the messy bottles on the sofa, and tearing—I don't know who it was Is it his? ——But after all, a relatively clean coat was spread on the sofa, and the girl was put on it.

The scaly girl with the fish tail lay sleepily on the suit jacket, her chest rose and fell—thankfully she was still breathing.

"At your service, sir." Carol, unmute, replied calmly, in a mechanical, unemotional tone.

And she is indeed a program written by a piece of code, Tony Stark's personal AI butler.

"My God. My God." Tony murmured, holding his heavy and aching head: "Carol, call up the surveillance video from last night. Find the first frame of this girl. Yesterday I broke What happened after that? How did she end up in my survival pod?"

"Got it, sir. But with all due respect, I thought I should remind you that you also housed someone in the medical bay."

Carol's voice paused, and added: "...human beings."

Tony asked numbly and expressionlessly: "Who hit it? Did I hit it? Tell me, he provoked first."

Usually, he would directly call the ambulance for accidents not caused by him.

"You didn't attack anyone. He was badly injured when he emerged."

Tony is one head and two big. It feels like the world has changed when he wakes up. It is more headache than hearing the richest man in the next city come over and rob him of three, four, five or six lands: "...are you still alive, what's the situation now? "

"Yes sir, the condition is relatively stable."

At the same time, the screen projected by Carol unfolded in front of him, which was the surveillance from last night.

According to his request, Carol fast-forwarded the video directly - how he invited a bunch of people to party in his villa in the fast-changing picture, and then drove everyone away before three o'clock, and fast-forwarded At a fast speed, the colorful crowd left the venue like a fish swimming in a second, leaving behind Stark himself in a pink shirt.On that screen, Stark's figure flashed around the venue with a wine bottle until the time in the upper right corner showed 38:20:[-].

The screen stopped, and the playback speed returned to normal multiples.

A merman and a man appear out of nowhere on the floor.

Really out of thin air.

Tony couldn't believe it and asked Carol to play it back a dozen times, watching the last frame one by one.In the previous frame, the floor was empty, and in the next frame, there were two big living people.

And Tony Stark, who was drunk and confused, was obviously infinitely stronger than the sober Tony Stark. This kind of action has been considered very calm) put the wine bottle on the bar and said: "Ha, mermaid."

As expected of the Stark Tower's video equipment, the all-round, no-dead-angle sound picture is not distorted, and the voice of the person in the video is as clear as if it is in the ear: "——The devil from the bottom of the sea? Orm's forward?"

He tilted his body and fell down accidentally. Fortunately, he used his left knee to support him in time, and he heard the sound of knocking (Tony outside the screen reached out and pressed the same position on his knee, hiss—).

He just knelt there in a nondescript posture, muttering: "How many things do you want to take away from humans?"

(The real Tony Stark presses his temple and says, "Fast forward to the life support module, Carol."

He didn't want to listen to that thing's nagging.He wants to focus on the point, not a drunkard's rambling nonsense.

"Yes, sir.")

In the fast-forward screen, the rich man in the pink shirt quickly switched, and when the fast-forward stopped again, that Tony issued a command: "Carol!"

"Yes, sir."

"Put her on display," Tony said.

"...Excuse me? Sir. This instruction conflicts with the 'receiving guests' part of the etiquette system I loaded."

"She's not a guest." Tony murmured with a big tongue. He opened his hands and his body was unsteady: "She came uninvited..."

He thought for a moment: "The enemy."

He defines it this way.

"I'll let everyone see what they're up against, what they're about to—"

He hiccupped, his tone was firm and misty, he accidentally knocked down a high stool, and said with a bang, "Kirita from the sky, Orm from the bottom of the sea, what will happen to human beings—show them, Carol."

The female electronic voice that should have responded quickly hesitated: "...Okay, sir. Then the most suitable size is the survival cabin."

(Tony, who is off-screen, doubts that the other party only heard a "size fit". Yes, he does not admit that it is him. No. Never.)

"That's a life-threatening warehouse." Tony said vaguely but decisively, and he pronounced a word so that his relatives could not recognize it.

"Yes sir. And what about the rest?"

The great orator with a very sense of crisis then divided his eyes.

"Save him." He said succinctly.

Only this part of the instinct is open and awake at any time: "Call Benben to move him."

He leaned on the bar to catch his breath, and after a while, he watched the ground open from the middle, and the life support cabin rose up from the mezzanine under the ground: "...Carol, what is this?"

"Carol, sir." Carol methodically injected the nutrient solution into the empty life-support cabin, and replied calmly, "It's the life-support cabin, sir."

"Why is there a fucking life support here?" Tony whispered.

"The life support cabin you requested is used to accommodate this lady mermaid." Carol carefully chose a relatively mild word within the scope of not deviating from the original meaning - the housekeeper of the etiquette system.

Tony then turned his gaze to the mermaid on the floor, looked at her for a few seconds, and asked dully, "What is this?"

"According to the comparison of the characteristics of the database, it is concluded that it is a mermaid, sir." Carol replied in a literal sense of temper.

That Tony stared blankly at the sleeping mermaid for more than ten seconds, then lay down on the ground very calmly and slowly, wiped his face, and muttered inexplicably: "Oh, good. Even my dreams began to be inconsistent. Is it logical?"

...and then he started snoring little on the spot.

Carol was silent for a while, but decided to ask: "Sir, are you sure you don't need to change your mind? The database shows..."

"...you are very noisy, Carol." Tony closed his eyes and woke up for a short while, muttering: "...mute."

Carol: "..."

In the end, he took the task and worked hard without complaint. The industrious Benben took on the weight that his young body should not bear.

"Very mature performance, sir." Watching the video with him again, Carroll commented objectively.

"I didn't install an ironic system for you. Which bastard installed it for you? Barton? Nata?" Tony covered his face in pain, turned off the video, and was forced to watch the stupid things he had done in person. The next step was to wake up completely, and rushed out to find an instrument to briefly test the girl's physiological indicators.No obvious trauma.But there is a fever phenomenon, the temperature is 38.4 degrees.He ran to the basement to see the young man again, his indicators were barely within the normal range, his waist was injured, and the tooth marks could not be compared with any animal.Fortunately, he is in good health, but he is still in a coma.

When all this was done, he told Carol to notify a well-informed and strict-mouthed private physician to come immediately and conduct a more thorough examination of the child and the young man in the infirmary.

In this gap, he quickly rushed to the bathroom, rinsed his mouth for 5 minutes, took a shower and changed his clothes. At least he made himself look good, brushed his wet hair and rushed to the living room, barely vacating a clean room on the bar. After rummaging through the location, he finally found a bottle of whiskey that had survived last night in the corner, and poured out a small amount of the bottom of the glass. His hands were shaking a little, but fortunately, the mouth of the glass was not small.He squeezed the cup and drank it down.

Drink some wine first to suppress the shock.

He rested the cup on his forehead, closed his eyes and took a deep breath calmly.

Then he heard a slight, cloth rubbing sound.

He looked at the sofa, the girl buried half of her face in her clothes, her eyelashes flicked slightly, and she turned her head slightly uneasily, then she opened her eyes suddenly as if waking up from a nightmare, and walked out of the sofa. He sat up, his face full of panic and fear.

She saw Tony, her eyes widened slightly, and her mouth opened.

She didn't speak.Or rather, she didn't make a sound.

She touched her throat blankly and dully, and opened her mouth again.

No matter how stupid people are, they can see what problems she faces, not to mention that Tony Stark has always been a smart person.

And Tony Stark, a smart man who has never been good at dealing with children, was almost at a loss when he looked at the girl and his eyes turned red instantly.

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The author has something to say:

I want to write Lao Jia! ! ! (Crying so loud!!!)

Drinking is not cool.Don't get addicted, it's hard to quit.

The heroes I like will not be perfect. In my writing, they will make irrational behaviors and irrational decisions in many things because of personality defects or psychological problems.But their flaws and their willpower to overcome these difficulties, bear these flaws, not always be stuck in the past, give up on themselves, and move forward with heavy burdens are the reasons why I love them.

Sorry I can't write their one percent good.I am also sorry that maybe my understanding of their characters and experiences is biased.

But I will try my best to write those heroes in my heart.

Nini can be said to be my original intention in the European and American circles.These chapters may be written with care.It may be too hard, or it may be too shallow.I might write words that backfire because of too much tension and emphasis, but I want to try.

Thanks to the girls who can see here for their tolerance of my ooc.