[Written at the top: It's a combination of the Avengers and some random British and American dramas I've watched anyway. Don't worry about the confusing timeline. If you feel any discomfort, run away quickly. Don't hesitate. In addition, the protagonist of this article is kind and lawful/both in love and in love. If there are any surprises, don't hesitate to run away with him. ]
Serious (?) Copywriting:
Dorothy Fisher, the daughter of a farmer in a small Kansas town, woke up one day and found herself lying in the cowshed at home.
It was very quiet.
Dorothy got up: No, where is my cow? Where are the two big cows in my shed?
The trough and rope are still there, but the cow is gone.
Dorothy, who was doubting her life, searched for a long time and only found two thumb-sized plastic calf dolls beside the food trough.
Dorothy: It's really outrageous.
Was I being attacked? Someone came in, knocked me out and took my cow?
She put the calf doll in her pocket, walked out, and found a bunch of fingernail-sized chicken dolls in the chicken shed next to her. She found 8 lamb dolls in the sheep pen. Finally, she came to the fish pond, and even more outrageous, she found a plastic fish doll the size of a tadpole floating in the pond.
Correspondingly, the circle of chickens, eight sheep, and a pond of fish she originally raised were all gone.
The entire manor was as quiet as a cemetery. Even the vegetable patch at the door was cleared.
Dorothy: It's really outrageous.
She began to suspect that this was a conspiracy by her former agent, so she took out her phone and asked, "Did you do it? Although I know you have always criticized me for quitting the business and returning to my hometown to farm, but you are not going to loot my farm for this?"
Agent: ...
The agent on the other side of the phone was silent for a long time and said angrily: Yes, I did it. Why, am I not satisfied? Want to save your farm? The location has been sent to you. If you don't come, just wait and vote!
Dorothy:? ?
Dorothy hesitated to speak: Although... But...
The other person hung up the phone with a bang.
Literary edition copy:
I am no longer young and have read all the sails, but I am still willing to touch the fingertips of love.
——This document is dedicated to my beloved superheroes. I hope the heroes will never end up embracing regret. (But it's not a redemption story in the traditional sense. Don't get this misunderstanding TT)
CP is the first superhero Gotham has ever encountered!
Intention: plainness is the truth.