I really don't care

Aubrey must take care of what happened because of Moore, but before that, he had to ask Moore what was going on.

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After Moore came out of Aubrey's room, he left the base camp straight away—too humble, as the number one organization in Gotham, there is no independent house as a stronghold.

Of course, it may also be because Gotham is Batman's Gotham.

It is better to move back and forth than to be taken over by one pot.

But these have nothing to do with Moore, he just needs to know where the organization is.

But he didn't expect to meet two superheroes as soon as he went out and walked into the first familiar street.

Yes, it's true, live superheroes.

Moore couldn't help being stunned. He looked at the mage with a long but tall and temperamental face opposite the golden circle, and looked at the muscular and muscular mage on the other side. His face could balance seriousness and gentleness very well. good man.

Moore: "Wow."

The mage Strange's expression was not very good, his long horse face turned dark all of a sudden, but there was still some subtle kindness in it, he finally nodded to Moore, and then said something to the man, "I leave it to you." After that, the golden circle was closed.

So the man in slacks and a jacket approached, and stretched out his hand to Moore who was standing still, "Moore, long time no see."

Of course Captain America did not expect to meet Moore in Gotham. At the first meeting, Moore didn't say anything about himself except his name.

This reunion made his thinking inevitably crooked to the time of the last meeting.

*

For Moore, that experience was obviously also very strange, and it was also the first time he felt the power of the unnatural side.

That was when More was still in New York.

At that time, Moore had only seen Natasha, the black widow, from a distance, and he hadn't had any intersection with other superheroes at all-if he had ever worked as a bodyguard in Stark Tower, there was still some.

In fact, Moore has always been an atheist, until the Gotham Justice League later accepted Wonder Woman, who is a real demigod with a magical weapon like a lasso of truth.

Later, the Avengers in New York accepted Thor from the Nordic pantheon.

Now it’s okay not to believe in gods.

But if there are gods, isn't that a non-scientific power—for example, magic is actually learned, guarded and passed down by people?

Moore can't help thinking about these things sometimes, he really wants to know if these things exist, but he doesn't want to be close to such existences, because they can threaten his life.

After all, Moore is just an ordinary person. He may not want to live, but he doesn't want to die by these strange means.

However, in reality, life may not be like this.

Moore thinks so.

That day, Moore was walking on the street very normally. This was his last vacation, so he naturally wanted to go out for a stroll.

If it was a disguise, he did it. After all, he is a highly recognizable existence.

When entering the supermarket, for a moment, Moore felt that the street was suddenly empty, and he seemed to be locked in a separate space, full of mirrors.

In the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal.

Moore pursed his lips.His work was too heavy yesterday, maybe because of this, his eyes were so tired that he had hallucinations, right?

Maybe he can use this as an excuse to get his boss to give him another day off.

When Moore was comparing the cost-effectiveness of two different brands of the same thing on a daily basis, Moore's vision flickered, and he seemed to see something strange.

But it was only for a moment, and there was no such situation.

Moore was a little depressed, but he still bought what he needed carelessly, checked out and walked out of the supermarket.

Maybe the mask is too stuffy.

He had a bad premonition in his heart.

Moore's intuition has always been very accurate, and when a large-scale danger is approaching, he will have some feelings.He hurried home.

At first glance, this situation cannot be solved by his scientific strength, so we should stay away as soon as possible.

More doesn't like things out of his control.

Moore had already tried his best to stay away, but he might not have thought that this range covered the entire city.

When Moore entered his home, the drowsiness that had already occurred on the road began to attack him more violently. When Moore arrived at his home, his mind was relaxed, and he was suddenly taken advantage of.

There was the sound of the bag falling to the ground at the entrance, and the fruit inside rolled out and rolled into the living room, as if mocking the man who fell to the same situation as the food at the entrance.

*

Someone seemed to be calling his name in the dream...

It was pitch black, and it was impossible to see who was calling him.

Maybe this is a dream?

Moore wanted to rub his fingers habitually, but found that he couldn't feel his hand.But it's not just the existence of the hand, even on himself... Except for his consciousness, there is nothing left.

Moore is glad that he still remembers who he is and still has memories.

Because he is not a pampered young man, there are happy times in his memory, and naturally there are also sad times, but fortunately, he still has happiness to recall.

Although I don't know why I am here now, but the state of memory is really great for Moore.

But there are also disadvantages.The more I recall, the more I miss those beautiful things...

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was light in the darkness.At first there was only a little light, but when you looked closely, it became a particularly bright light that could illuminate the darkness.

In an instant, it was blindingly bright.

Moore felt that his body, which had always been light, suddenly fell, as if someone was pulling him vigorously from below.

Although he knew that what was waiting for him might be an opportunity to go out, but the sudden pull and suction made Moore subconsciously stretch out his hand to pull something.

Of course nothing was caught.

When Moore woke up again, what he saw was a strangely blue sky, the blue was very even, and there was no gradient at all—it was all the same color.

It looks like a child drew with a colored pen to save trouble.

Moore blinked his eyes, stared at the sky for a while, and suddenly realized that he could move, and he was no longer fluttering.

He sat up, suddenly realizing that something was wrong with him.

For example, he was wearing women's clothing.

He should have paid more attention to what his surroundings looked like, but he was first distracted by the women's clothes on him.

Taking a closer look, Moore found that he was wearing ordinary medieval European clothes, with exaggerated big bows on them!

For the first time in her life, More wore women's clothing.Although he didn't feel any psychological shame about these things, he still cared more or less.

It's not that there's a big problem with the style, but—are all medieval women's clothing gray, white and black, gray?

This doesn't look right?

But what is important now is not the clothes on the body. The shoes are wedge heels, which don't tire the feet and don't hinder Moore's ability to explore the surrounding environment.

Moore saw green bushes and trees all around him.The color of these bushes and trees is green except for the brown branches.

Without shades of green, the world is like a poor drawing by a child.

Occasionally there are a few birdsong, but no birds can be seen.

Can't see other small animals either.

This place is so weird...

*

Moore walked in along the vague road in the forest.

Anyway, the forest is huge, and he doesn't know his exact location, let alone lucky enough to meet other him.

Of course, in this weird environment, I don't know if I will meet normal and ordinary people.

Moore, who had been walking for a long time, tried to judge the direction according to the sun above his head, but the sun never moved the place, let alone the clouds in the place.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Moore finally saw a small villa in front of him.

Why are there villas deep in the forest?The one with a yard.

It's really embarrassing...

Moore knocked on the door lightly, obviously not thinking that there would be anyone in the villa, so he pushed it away.

Unexpectedly, there were actually people inside!

He looked at the two men in luxurious women's clothing and fell into deep thought.

That's... Anthony Edward Stark and Steve Rogers... right?

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