[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

"What kind of race is the Time Lord?" Peter asked.

"Tell me where he is, and I'll explain it to you," said the doctor.

"No," Peter said, "how do I know you won't do him any harm?"

"Ah!" The doctor hugged his head, looking a little bit overwhelmed by Peter's dissatisfaction and collapsed.

"So what do you want to do?" said the doctor, "Should I disarm? I'll give you my sonic screwdriver? Let me change into a swimsuit and meet him before I hide my weapon?" He frowned.

"I can let you see him," Peter said, "but I will tell some middlemen first, so as to prevent other possible dangers."

"Oh my God, I have to go to see him and apply—is he locked up now?" The doctor immediately reacted, and he immediately walked to Peter. He was much taller than Peter, so he looked down Peter was extremely oppressive - "Why is he locked up and where is he now? Tell me."

At this time, a golden light suddenly came out from the police booth. The golden light was so similar to the golden particles emitted from Zemo's body that it even felt a slight burning sensation on the skin.Peter saw the doctor's face change, and was about to pull him away but had no time to dodge. There was a golden flash in front of Peter's eyes, and he didn't even feel anything. When he opened his eyes, he was already in the room he had just seen from the door.

The inside of the police box is really a huge space. The circular dome is decorated with golden hemispheres of unknown practicality, and there are doors leading to different places around. In the middle is a flashing There was a pillar of golden-yellow stream of light, and the console-like place surrounded that pillar. The doctor rushed directly to the console and shouted: "TARDIS! What are you doing?"

After a while of spinning, Peter subconsciously stuck himself in place, and pulled the doctor who was thrown towards the dome with a spider silk. After ten seconds of noise, there was a strong vibration, and the spaceship finally stopped.

"What happened?" Peter asked.

"I don't know." The doctor said sincerely, "I can't help it every time Tardis has a convulsion. But I suspect that her convulsion must be caused by your friend, maybe she saw another A Time Lord getting too excited?"

Then, he said to the air—or Peter guessed, to the spaceship—"Good girl, don't be so excited next time, okay, I'm going to throw up, although I am quite excited."

Of course, the spaceship didn't answer.

He got to the door ahead of Peter and opened it: "Okay, now let's see where we are—what is this place?"

Zemo saw the door open, and a tall and thin man appeared at the door of the police box, his eyes were too wide open because of surprise, and Zemo looked at each other.

"——What place is this?" He hesitated to finish the second half of what he said when he opened the door, and then blinked his eyes.

"SHIELD," Zemo said, "Who are you?"

"Helmut!" Peter leaned out from behind the man. After being astonished, Zemo glanced at the small police booth suspiciously. The next two?

"Peter, why are you here?" Zemo asked.

"I don't know, this thing sucked me in, I was forced to come here." Peter said, "I don't know it either—why did she stop here."

Then he stared at the doctor: "If your spaceship can find its way by itself, why did you come to me?"

"Hey, you were the one who led me to find you, good girl, otherwise why would I think you are my compatriot?" The doctor retorted.

"What?" Zemo couldn't figure out what the situation was. At this moment, the SHIELD alarm suddenly sounded, and at the same time the lights in the corridor were replaced by flashing emergency red lights, and before it was too late to react, Zemo had already He was quickly pulled into the police booth by the doctor.

Zemo opened his mouth slightly the moment he was pulled into the TARDIS.

Seeing Zemo's reaction, the doctor frowned: "Haven't you seen it?"

"Of course," Zemo looked back at him, "it's bigger inside than out—who are you?"

The doctor didn't answer, so there was silence between them. After a few seconds of silence, the doctor suddenly said: "But you are the time lord."

"What is a Time Lord?" Zemo was even more puzzled, with an irritation that he didn't want to hide anymore.All his life he thought he was human, he was raised like a human, he was raised, he was trained, he was not checked for any problems in any medical examination, and now suddenly, the world told him that - Earthlings never Not your compatriots, you are an alien, and your hometown is far away that you can't even imagine. This sudden strangeness made him feel annoyed and a little panicked.

"I am the Time Lord," said the doctor. "The Time Lords are a race, a great race full of wisdom. They manage time and prevent the universe from being destroyed due to the disturbance of the timeline. The most advanced civilization in the world."

"I grew up on Earth." Zemo said, "My parents are both Earthlings. I grew up on Earth. Before I was shot, my body never showed any abnormalities."

"I've never seen you before," said the Doctor. "If you were a time lord who escaped from Gallifrey, or were on alien planets just before the Great War, I should know you. So either you lost your memory, Or a Time Lord baby that was sent out."

"I was born in my mother's arms," ​​Zemo said. "I have looked at my birth records, and I may now be able to find the nurse who delivered me."

The Doctor frowned, staring at Zemo.

"Did you wear a pocket watch when you were young?" he asked.

"I used to have a pocket watch that my mother gave me," Zemo said. "I buried it with my father when he died."

"Where's your mother?" asked the Doctor, his eyes lit up.

"She died," Zemo said. "Cancer, blood cancer."

"What does she look like?" asked the Doctor, looking eager. "What's her name?"

"She has red hair." Zemo said, and then he realized that he couldn't think of any more. He remembered the picture of his mother. He took out his wallet and took out a picture of his mother hugging her. He handed his photo to the doctor.

"Mariatte." The doctor said, after seeing the photo clearly, his expression suddenly softened, a little sad, with an air of nostalgia. "Oh, good girl Mariatte."