Bat family's cub is lost

The doctor borrowed the restroom of the tavern to tidy himself up, washed off the black ashes on his face, and combed his hair so it wasn't so fluffy.He dipped some water and smoothed out the unruly hair again before walking out the door and turning directly behind the counter.

"Let me see," he quickly scanned the neatly placed wine bottles, "No beer, the beer is not very tasty at this time, well, it seems that there is no other choice." He opened the bottle and took a sip. "It's a bit sour." He frowned and smacked his tongue. "It tastes weird."

The doctor turned around and lay down on the counter, looking closely at the craftsman's eyebrows and eyes, "You look very young and haven't experienced many years, so don't think about drinking, underage is not allowed to drink alcohol, even for Time Lords. "

"Let's talk about something fun," he said with a smile. "Would you like to take a trip? I mean after we can get out of this world, we can go to the moon and there's a nice new amusement park , or Mars would be nice. Not Saturn, though it looks nice, but it's too cold there."

He opened his hand and gestured, "From the past to the future, you can see all you want." The doctor smiled and touched the craftsman's shoulder with his fist, "It sounds like you grew up as a human being, then you should have The era you want to go to, or the person you want to meet? Like Shakespeare? I like his operas, and the words full of emotion are admirable. And Einstein, he is really smart. If you give him enough time , Maybe he can really discover some hidden mysteries."

The artisan remained silent throughout.

The scene of no one answering made the doctor smile a little awkwardly, retracted his hand, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and looked at the light through the bottom of the bottle. "I like doing things like this, the light shines through the wine, through the bottle, and it surprises people every time. Well, am I talking too much?"

The craftsman shook his head lightly, "I really like to hear what you said. If it was before I was reborn, I would probably be so excited about what you said that I couldn't sleep all night. I fantasized about meeting the characters in textbooks and unknown races in the universe. " He crossed his fingers, rubbed his two thumbs together, and said after a while, "But now there are some small problems, and I can't give a good response. If this makes you feel uncomfortable, I'm sorry."

"No, no, no, it's nothing," the doctor waved his hands again and again, "Emotional disorders, or problems with emotional expression, are not uncommon in the rebirth of time lords. New characters, new faces, and new The organ of the liver, and contains every memory of yours."

He frowned, "So, believe me, you won't be the first to suffer from this kind of thing. All you need is time, and time will let you get used to all of this." He suddenly took a long breath In one breath, he raised his smiling face and rubbed his hands and asked, "By the way, do you know where to eat? Custard, fried fish, turkey, whatever. I think I'm so hungry that I can eat the whole table."

"If you can," the doctor held up a finger, "do you know where there is a place to live? Well, I think I need a temporary place to live before I get back to the TARDIS, and a lot of other things. An instrument to help me locate the TARDIS and pull it over as quickly as possible."

"of course can."

"It's great," the doctor clapped his hands in a circle, he gave the craftsman a hug, and said, "then what are we waiting for, let's act quickly." He ran over excitedly and opened the door outside, then stiffly backed away as the artisan stood up to follow.

The craftsman put on his hood and walked quickly to his side, "What happened?" He looked at the door vigilantly.

"Someone told me that bad things always happen one after another, and now I think what he said has some truth." The doctor swallowed, "A bad news, there are several angels outside, I didn't see how many, but You better be prepared to be surrounded by angels already."

"Angel?" The craftsman froze for a moment, the first angel that came to his mind was the good-tempered Mr. Aziraphale he met in Flashpoint World.

"No matter what you think, they are different from what you think." The doctor said hurriedly: "Weeping angels, a very evil existence, no one knows where they come from. They will send the creatures they touch to the past , and live off the potential energy created in the process. One moment, and your life is over."

He lowered his voice and looked around vigilantly. "The worse news is that they may exist in any angel image. When people look at it, the quantum lock will make it look like an angel statue. But once you move Open your eyes and it will move."

"You can't kill them. No one can kill a statue." Through the glass of the tavern, a statue of an angel is facing across the road.The moon was obscured by the clouds, and it was only dim for a moment. When it could be seen clearly again, the statue had already appeared in the window, as if it was looking inside.

The doctor pulled the craftsman back to the bar, leaning his back against the wooden boards, "And, they are as annoying as a virus. Long-term staring will make the image of the angel in your eyes also produce a weeping angel, I have met This kind of thing."

"Then how did you get rid of them last time?"

"Because of a coincidence, there happened to be a time rift there?" The doctor shrugged. "By the way, the thing you used before, the one that opens the door directly to another place, can it be used now?"

The craftsman looked out the window, and the angel statue was about to break through the window with a ferocious face, "You can do it anytime."

"Then—"

"But I don't think it's a good idea to keep these guys on the streets of Gotham," the lights in the room flickered on and off, and the sound of glass breaking could be heard as the angel statue poked its head through the window, and at the same time the wooden door It was also pierced by the arm of the statue, and a hideous face appeared in the crack of the door. "I can't let them stay in this city, threatening the lives of other people at all times."

"Like that kid?"

The craftsman nodded silently, "If those angels can be expelled, maybe I can put them all in my dream, and throw them away when the right time comes, such as a crack in time."

"But things won't be as simple as you think." The doctor looked at him seriously, "I know that a large number of people who can use special abilities emerged on the earth for a while, just like a defense measure for the human body to deal with crises. What I'm trying to say is that maybe your magical abilities look extremely powerful on Earth, but the Weeping Angel is more of a concept.

"It's one thing whether you're going to sleep if they're really locked in your dreams, but what if they pass through your vision and your mind travels? You don't want to know the consequences."

"So run?" The weeping angel appeared in the room, stretching out his hand towards them.Every time the lights dim and come back on, they get closer.

The doctor grabbed the craftsman's shoulder, "Get out of here first, I promise you I will find a way to solve this matter."

"Slap." There was a crisp finger snap.

"Wow," the doctor let go of his hands looking at the sudden change in the surroundings, and fell on the bed, "I have never experienced such, such a convenient and quick escape."

"It's rare for me to see you in such a mess." A candle was lit in the corner of the room, and the lady sitting at the table was wearing a black skirt with a black veil covering her face, holding a handful of pistols in her hand.

"Oh, Mrs Vastra, it's good to see you here," said the doctor, bouncing up from the bed, "but wait, why are you here? I thought you were in Victorian London, with Jenny and Dwarf Potatoes continue your detective work."

"A sudden accident, I will be brought here because of the weeping angel. As usual, I was drinking tea, and an angel statue suddenly sent me here." Mrs. Vastra folded her hands Before, "I didn't find them here, maybe they weren't sent here, or maybe they're still in London."

She lifted the veil to reveal a green scaled lizard-like face [she is a lizard] and looked at the craftsman who remained silent from the beginning to the end, "Maybe this gentleman who came suddenly can give us an answer, after all As far as I know, every move I make after I set foot here should be under your gaze."

"What?" The doctor cast a surprised look at the craftsman.

The craftsman spoke.

"When I came to this world, I found something that didn't belong to this world. The citizens of Gotham began to disappear inexplicably, and there was always a statue of an angel not far from the scene. The life wrapped in a steel can named Dalik Body, secretly wanting to do human experiments."

"My memory is not enough to support me to deal with all the extra guys." He said it should be helpless, but he still said it calmly.

"So I'm here as part of your design? No, no, probably not," the doctor himself vetoed the conjecture, "Let me think about it, my arrival should have been just an accident. If you really are paying close attention These outsiders that pop up, distinguish the harmful from the harmless, and you're bound to find something different in some of them."

"Aha, I see," he jumped to Mrs. Vastra, "The person you originally wanted to cooperate with should be Mrs. Vastra, who is rational, humanoid, consciously avoiding human groups, and has a certain understanding of those guys , is simply an excellent partner.”

"That's it," the candlelight shone under the craftsman's hood, and he could vaguely see his blue eyes with a smile, "and in return," he held out his hand to the doctor, "I will do everything I can to help you find it." Back to the TARDIS."

"Then it's settled," the doctor gave him a high-five. "Then what are we waiting for? I can't wait to start taking action. Let's start with why they came to this world!"

"Then I'll join in too," Madam Vastra raised her chin, "this one?"

"artisan."

"Same as the Doctor? Which Doctor? Which Artisan?"

"Any craftsman, as long as they are in charge of manufacturing."

Mrs. Vastra looked at her, and hummed slightly reservedly, "Then I hope you deserve this title, artisan."

"Throw away these endless courtesies," the doctor jumped into the middle of them impatiently, rubbing his hands together and asked, "Which one shall we start with first?"

"Weeping Angel."/"Cyberman." The craftsman and Mrs. Vastra said in unison.

The craftsman paused and added, "Although I have made some tricks to make people ignore the tavern automatically, and at the same time make them trapped in a maze and cannot get out of the tavern, it is a hidden danger after all, on the surface."

"Then do you know that the cybermen who were driven out of this city by you are trying to transform a surrounding city into a mechanical fortress, and are planning to turn all the people there into cyborgs?" Madam Vastra turned around. He took out a document from under the table and put it in the craftsman's hand, "And I happened to know the news."

The author has something to say: there is still no list, so the update is uncertain for a week.

By the way, wanna guess how these guys got into this universe?Guess there is a red envelope sent! ! !