"Oh my God… my car!"
The driver panicked as he saw the roof collapse.
"I told you not to go out—it's dangerous out there."
Carl shrugged and pulled Diwan close to him.
"Crazy!"
The car roof was nearly touching the seats.
The driver slammed on the brakes—if he hadn't, something disastrous would have happened.
Once the car stopped, all three got out.
On the roof, two corpses were visible again.
The driver had been running, and at this point, the car was no longer useful. How far could he possibly go in that situation?
Carl covered Diwan's eyes, not wanting her to see what would surely terrify her.
The corpses were horrifying—limbs bent in unnatural directions, eyes missing, mouths filled with blood.
"What happened? Show me!" Diwan wanted to yank Carl's hand away.
But Carl wouldn't let her look. Diwan couldn't see the bodies; exposing her would leave lasting trauma.
"Don't look—those are two corpses," Carl warned.
Diwan froze, trusting her instincts.
Carl's eyes reddened slightly as his sharp gaze swept the area.
He said solemnly, "Get in the car. I'll check the bodies."
Obediently, Diwan climbed in—she always listened in situations like this.
Carl examined the corpses on the roof. Their stomachs were bloated, as if something had been stuffed inside.
He held the jaw of one corpse and pried open its toothless mouth.
It was gruesome—no tongue remained, and blood coated the cavity.
He flipped the bodies over.
The spines were exposed, and the skin on their backs had been sliced away.
Turning them again, he faced the abdomens upward. Carl raised a finger, which glowed red.
He used the glowing fingertip to prod the abdomen.
"Pfft—"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the bloated stomach collapsed, leaving only ordinary air inside.
Carl continued to dissect the abdomen. Blood flowed, but the organs were gone—completely shredded.
His brow furrowed. The scene was disgusting; he couldn't bear touching the remains with his bare hands.
Inside the abdomen, he found a fist-sized object that looked like a stone. Its exact nature was unknown.
He picked it up, feeling the temperature—no blood adhered to it, as if blood couldn't touch it.
He stored the piece safely and, incidentally, collected blood from the two corpses.
"Alright, let's go!" Carl called to Diwan, who had been idly playing with her fingers in the car.
She nodded and stepped out.
Carl blocked her view of the now even more horrifying corpses.
Before Diwan could react, he scooped her up and flew back to Stark Tower.
…
"So that's what was inside those corpses?"
Tony toyed with the two stones Carl had retrieved.
Carl nodded, deep in thought.
He didn't even know what the killer looked like—he hadn't seen them at all, only the corpses falling from above and smashing onto the car.
In this world, almost no one could hide from him. And even if they could, it wouldn't escape his notice.
"Sir, the DNA results are in. Neither person is in any database."
"Neither?" Tony doubted it, but Friday couldn't lie.
Tony glanced at Carl. "Do you remember what they looked like?"
Carl nodded. "Yes, I remember."
"Can you draw them?" Tony asked, trying to locate their records despite no DNA matches.
Carl didn't reply. He went to the workbench, picked up a pencil, and began sketching.
His hands moved with incredible speed, leaving ghostly afterimages.
Diwan came over, curious—it was the first time she realized Carl could draw.
"You're like a printer!"
Diwan noticed Carl didn't draw like a normal person; it was precise, methodical, as if he were printing each line from top to bottom.
The sketches were incredibly realistic, and done entirely in pencil.
Both drawings took less than two minutes to complete.
Tony took the sketches, his face grim. "No money now… you could make a fortune with this skill."
The images on paper looked like black-and-white photos, even capturing the surrounding scenery.
"Friday, scan these two photos!"
Carl had intended to talk about drawing, but ended up mentioning photography.
A light beam scanned the drawings, and the images appeared digitally.
Friday's AI worked so fast that, theoretically, even the 7+ billion people on Earth could keep up.
All photos were compared in just over a second—matches above 70% were filtered out.
The team reviewed the selected results—only eight photos remained.
Because Carl had drawn the corpses after death, not before, finding matches was much harder.
"This isn't right," Carl muttered.
Diwan asked curiously, "How can you be sure?"
Carl compared the drawings with the images on screen. Pointing to a person who looked similar, he said, "Chin, ears—they don't match the corpses. The corpses' chins were thicker, ears different."
Tony noted, "Last Friday, these eight people appeared suddenly, mentioning prior records."
Their information was updated worldwide within ten minutes.
It was confirmed: the two corpses didn't belong to any of the eight.
Tony wondered, "Which world did they come from?"
Carl shook his head. "I don't know. But they appeared already dead—completely inexplicably."
"Sir, there's news about Mr. Al Carl."
Friday displayed it on the screen.
"A murder has been detected on the surveillance footage," the news reported.
The content described the two corpses: severe trauma, missing organs, gouged-out eyes.
The video showed Carl dissecting the corpses, though from afar. It was clear he had done it.
"Investigators have identified the perpetrator as Carl Al—also known as Superman!"
Two photos of Carl appeared in the video.
"Was he framed?" Tony's first thought. He didn't believe Carl would kill without reason. Even if he did, not like this.
Diwan looked at Carl. "Did you make an enemy again?"
Carl spread his hands. "I'm with you every day. How would I have time?"
He then studied the frozen video, frowning. "We don't know who the real killer is. But someone definitely doesn't want me to sign the agreement—they probably want to use you against me."
Tony realized the timing was perfect. The video was processed, showing only Carl dissecting the corpses, no front or back view.
An invisible force manifested around Carl, cracking the ground beneath him.
"I hoped they'd stay hidden… but being discovered isn't fun either!"
Carl remained calm, though Tony and Diwan didn't dare approach within two meters.
As his memories returned, Carl's personality gradually recovered.
He wasn't yet as gentle as the cinematic Superman.
In Carl's hands, the victims' blood could merge harmlessly into the earth.
The corpses didn't matter—they were not personal—but Carl hated false accusations.
"Carl!"
Diwan shouted.
She had been startled, though Carl's usual bullying and temper meant she expected such behavior—but never like this.
Carl relaxed, giving Diwan an apologetic smile, then looked at the still-shaken Tony. "Study these stones first. I won't appear in public for a while."
Diwan approached, holding Carl's hand worriedly. He gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry—I'm just angry someone dared offend me."
Tony steadied his breath, asking, "Where are you going? The world needs you in your current state."
The shock made Tony think he might die. He'd seen countless corpses. Rationally, he knew Carl hadn't killed anyone.
"Back to the Taj Mahal side. I won't involve Diwan. In seven days, I'll arrive in Vienna on time. I'm curious who will dare to come after me personally."
After saying this, Carl signaled Diwan to open a portal.
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