Chapter 16

However, the most exciting thing this time was that they had found the whereabouts of the Tesseract.

"Wait, I have a question."

Hearing that they were asking An Li for the Tesseract, Banna raised his hand in surprise. Probably because he was used to wearing underwear, he was unusually calm in front of the tightly covered superheroes.

An Li looked in his direction and gestured for him to speak.

"So what you're saying is that you're the only one who did all of this?

Weren't there three of you?! "She could draw abstract paintings, transfer objects, and draw flowers on Stark's head?

"Three?"

"Wasn't … it?!"

An Li: "… You know."

Banna was shocked, and then his eyes lit up. Considering everyone present, he swallowed his words and nodded as if nothing had happened.

The others, especially Iron Man, felt that something wasn't right.

An Li said, "Since you want the Tesseract, I want my little people too."

Black Widow Natasha said regretfully, "Honey, they're already dead. All that's left are broken limbs and remains."

"I want to try." If she could give them life with a pen, she could probably give them a second life.

An Li was a little sad that those obedient little people had died when she wasn't around.

Thus, they reached an agreement. An Li returned the Tesseract to SHIELD, and SHIELD returned a bunch of black lines that it was studying to An Li.

An Li didn't receive the same treatment as the protagonist of a movie or TV show. At the very least, the superheroes didn't extend an olive branch to her and invite An Li to join one of the alliances like in the ending of the story.

In fact, this was a very good thing for her.

Picking up the pen had been an unintentional move. An Li didn't want this pen to completely disrupt her life.

As long as she didn't get caught, she was fine.

"Actually, you're still under surveillance. In other words, you're on probation.

In the future, if you hurt ordinary people or cause damage to public property because of your abilities, the government will be ready to sue you and take away your freedom. "

Tony Stark crossed his arms. "In short, you're in jail."

An Li: "…"

She shivered.

Iron Man's eyes looked much sharper than usual, but with the flowers on top of his head, An Li thought of the word "shivering".

She snorted and quickly lowered her head, pretending that nothing had happened.

"He's laughing at you, Stark."

"…"

An Li had long realized that they were treating her as a man. This was the best way to confuse them.

They made a gentleman's agreement that Batman, the only one who knew An Li's identity, would be the supervisor. On the one hand, he would help An Li keep her identity a secret and not interfere with her normal life. On the other hand, he would monitor An Li to prevent her from making major mistakes.

They probably forgot that there was actually another god who knew An Li's true identity.

However, Loki, who was still in a coma, had no right to speak at all.

What awaited him next was an even more closely guarded prison.

An Li thought confidently that Batman went out at night and rested during the day. It was impossible for them to have a schedule to meet.

As long as she didn't go out at night, she wouldn't be caught red-handed.

Batman seemed to be aware of her thoughts. He glanced at An Li and didn't say anything.

Who was the one who hid the deepest identity?

It had to be Batman.

The little numbers were still jumping around happily in his bat cave, which An Li still didn't know.

Tonight's farce came to an end for the time being.

The sound of police cars and ambulances echoed in the streets and alleys. The agents of the damage control logistics department started to stay up late again. Everyone would see a New York City that wasn't so bad when they woke up tomorrow morning.

Under Iron Man's loving gaze, the first thing An Li did when she got home was to find a photo of Iron Man and erase the three flowers.

"What a pity."

"Mr. Stark looks more playful than usual with flowers on his head."

"Do you think so too, Jarvis?"

An Li started a good conversation with Jarvis. Jarvis even suggested that An Li try to draw grass leaves next time. Perhaps that would be more acceptable to Stark.

Accompanied by the sound of the eraser, the three small flowers were gradually erased.

What An Li didn't know was that several superheroes had held a small mourning ceremony overnight to commemorate the impending death of Little Hair, who had accompanied them for many days.

Tony didn't want to talk the entire time as he watched these lunatics go crazy.

"Your Little Huahua … dropped, dropped!"

Banna curiously leaned forward and poked at the wilted flowers with his fingers.

They quickly turned yellow and withered, falling from Tony's head and being caught by him.

The pink petals shriveled and turned into scraps with the slightest movement.

Just like a chronic illness that had been plaguing him for many days had been cured, Tony could finally take a breather and stop worrying about this annoying … Huh?

The petals, roots, and leaves all turned into scraps, but one of the flowers wrapped around the fruit cracked and swallowed the complete fruit.

It was about the size of a marble. It was a reddish-brown fruit that was dry and hard. If it wasn't for the strange taste, it would have been like a macadamia nut.

"What's going on?"

"Who knows."

"Do you want to try it?" Eagle Eye offered a constructive suggestion.

"… No."

It was a fruit that grew out of his body. If he ate it, he would feel like he was eating his own body.

It was disgusting just thinking about it.

Under Banna's eager gaze, Tony Stark put the fruit away.

He no longer trusted the confidentiality of certain people. Their trust wasn't worth a superhuman scandal.

He stood up. "Then, I can finally have a good night's sleep today.

Good night, and good morning, everyone. "

The next day, the mourning ceremony for Little Hair was on the front page of the Super Heroic News. Stark actually grew a fruit on the front page.

Turning the page, the news that the Hulk was about to be kicked out of the Avengers took up an even bigger page. Stark was the sole sponsor of the article.

The Justice League started a topic:

# The Avengers Circle Is Really Deep

This topic was unilaterally rejected by the Avengers and expressed their protest.

…

On the other side, a storm was brewing, but on An Li's side, life was peaceful … My ass.

Lyon sent a message saying that due to the previous trending topic, another big boss had taken notice of An Li. Apparently, he was in the insurance business in Gotham City.

Wouldn't the insurance business in Gotham City lose money?

An Li rejected the message expressionlessly. As expected, she received an angry reply from Lyon telling her to go to hell.

That night, as promised, he would return the Tesseract to Batman and have him pass it to the Avengers. Then, he would send the remains of the little people to An Li.

An Li was still at a loss on how to revive the matchstick people. She flipped open the diary that was left behind and read it page by page.

The long and boring diary made An Li drowsy. She almost fell asleep.

"Put … it on paper …?" She suddenly woke up.

The little people behind her were explaining to An Li. Her head was spinning. She picked up a few of them and placed them on the table. "Show me."

A little person pretended to be about to die and cried out. He staggered backward and fell down, but he accidentally hit his head on the blanket.

The cup was knocked over, and the coffee spilled all over the table, dirtying the diary.

An Li hurriedly raised the diary. The little people's feet were stained with coffee, and they retreated in panic. Seeing that they were about to bump into the Tesseract, An Li hurriedly reached out to grab it.

"Don't move!"

The coffee stains under her feet were slippery. An Li held the diary and tripped. The table shook, and the Tesseract was about to fall to the ground.

She rushed forward to grab the Tesseract!

The little people were still screaming. A familiar blue light appeared in front of An Li. It was too late for her to regret.

The familiar room was swallowed by the light. It was so bright that it hurt her eyes.

Missing her footing, An Li sat down on the ground. The Tesseract in her hands instantly calmed down, but the icy blue light still surged within it.

She sucked in a breath of cold air in pain and then realized that the surrounding environment was much colder than she had imagined.

An Li opened her eyes and was stunned. "…"

This damned Rubik's Cube actually sent her to … the morgue???

There was a commotion outside the door. It seemed that a few people were talking. Their pronunciation was more British, and the content of their conversation was quite strange.

"I'll leave this case to you."

"Maybe you can stop being so hypocritical, Lestrade.

I'm just interested in this case. "

…

An Li looked down at herself in her pajamas. She looked like a ghost in the morgue. She was afraid that as soon as the door opened, they would shoot her until she was full of holes.

There was an empty bed closest to her. An Li quickly stuffed the Tesseract into a corner and lay down, covering herself with a white cloth.

There were so many corpses in the morgue. They definitely wouldn't notice her as long as she didn't make any strange movements.

The door was opened.

An Li was absolutely sure that she was good at playing dead.

She lay there quietly as usual, breathing slowly. Her body was stiff and motionless. At first glance, she really did look like a dead person.

If they hadn't lifted the white cloth, they wouldn't have seen An Li still wearing clothes.

The footsteps sounded like more than one person.

"Jasmine, give me the whip."

"Okay."

Whip?

An Li was stunned for a moment. She didn't understand why the morgue needed something like a whip.

Did forensic doctors have some kind of hobby that was hard to talk about?

While she was thinking, the steady footsteps gradually approached An Li.

"Who's this?"

"Fresh corpses, I guess."

"Okay, let's start with her."

An Li:???

Start with her?

It couldn't be … what she was thinking, could it?

"Whipping corpses is such a bad hobby," said Andersen, who was with Detective Lestrade.