[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

A new used bookstore on a corner street in North Brooklyn is something of a novelty these days when the industry is dying in the recession.

The owner of the shop is a kind man with curly hair. It is said that he is from England. At the same time, he lives in the shop with a man in black who wears big sunglasses no matter the weather. His temper is not very good. His daily hobby is taking care of those Decorative plants around the bookstore.

The strelitzia and qinye banyan at the entrance of the store are growing well, as if they have been pruned deliberately.There were a few times when Steve passed by the bookstore and saw him inspecting the plants at the door with a shower in his hand as if patrolling, he wondered if it was his own illusion, those broad leaves seemed to be trembling.

Most of the residents living in this block are devout Christian Baptists. For their arrival, everyone was not repulsed at first, but they did not welcome them much—after all, the relationship between these two people does not need to be done at all. Too much speculation, since they brought an adopted child with them in addition to their own small luggage.

"Lindel Pendragon."

This was the child's name during their first week of arrival, and perhaps because it was so eye-catching, it was changed to "Lindel Hohenheim" after the second week.

Obviously, neither King Arthur nor a well-known alchemist are suitable for a child's surname, so after the third week, two people who were not good at naming gave up, and the adopted child was directly called Lin. Del.

The adult topic has nothing to do with children, and this second-hand bookstore quickly became a new place for children, including Steve. The owner Aziraphale welcomes these young guests, even if they may have a relationship. Can't get a coin out.

Due to his asthma and being unable to do strenuous activities, Steve visited this small shop even more frequently than other children. As a regular customer of this shop, he occasionally got cookies made by the owner himself.

——Until one day, at the corner of the road, he heard a series of high-pitched and vitriolic shouts.

For God's sake, there's enough insulting vocabulary here to fill a book by itself.

Steve carefully hid in the shadow of the telephone pole, looked towards the direction of the bookstore, and saw the man in black wearing sunglasses pointing his finger at the sky, and standing not far away was a man of his own age. Similar to a thin boy with a hollow expression.

Beside the boy was a Strelitzia japonica trembling violently, of course it didn't matter.

——No matter what kind of combined family it is, this level of insult is too much for a child.

Just as he was about to rush in to stop the atrocity, the voice of the shopkeeper interrupted him.

"Crowley!"

Aziraphale said, "I was wondering, shouldn't this kid go to school like the other kids?"

"What crazy things are you talking about!"

Crowley drew out the tone, his voice mixed with a hiss like a snake spitting out a letter: "You let him, Lindell, go to the same room with dozens of babyhumans and learn what the hell Latin and human history? What's the point?"

Steve frowned.

"Listen to me, Crowley."

The owner of the bookstore put on a negotiating tone: "At his age—well, at least a kid who looks like him should go to school, even if it's for the sake of not being too eye-catching."

"I thought our adoption agreement didn't include stuffing him among humans."

Crowley retorted dryly: "It's not good for anyone. It's not good for the humans. It's not good for you. It's not good for me."

"At least we should ask his opinion."

Aziraphale leaned over and lowered his voice: "So Lindell, what do you think?"

The young man with an empty expression was like a slow-moving radio. It took at least five seconds for him to think of pulling his facial nerves. As if he was slowly thinking about how to say English, he spat out a word after deliberation.

"Whatever."

I don't care, he said.

Not long after, their class ushered in a new student.

"Lindell."

The expressionless transfer student introduced to everyone in that straightforward tone, while the teacher stood behind him with an awkward expression—this kid hasn't said a word to her since he went through the admission procedures, so cold Even the kindest teacher doubts himself.

On the blackboard, the name "Lyndall" was written in chalk without a surname.

The new classmate is a weirdo.

Gender-neutral beauty is already the most "normal" part of this guy - he doesn't talk to anyone, doesn't eat free lunch at school, doesn't take gym class, doesn't even...

Steve observed quietly, and this person really didn't have any detailed movements.

Ordinary people will inevitably have some small physical movements every once in a while, such as scratching their hair, yawning, rubbing their eyes, and even the simplest swallowing of saliva, but according to the two people who took turns following him and James, none of this happened in the forest. It happened to Del.

Perhaps a well-trained soldier can do this, but it is definitely not normal for such a scene to appear on a child.

Steve thought of Mr. Crawley's words that day, and made some not-so-good inferences in his mind.

And he was not the only one who felt abnormal.

"Lindell."

In the classroom, the teacher frowned and called names: "You recently..."

"Is there a problem, Ms. Roentgen."

The voice of the blond boy was calm.

"If you can't provide the hospital's case certificate, I hope you can take physical education classes with other students."

In fact, there are many problems with this child, but the teacher can only pick and choose what he can solve. During the Great Depression, no one had the power to meddle in other people's affairs: "Also, you have never eaten the food provided by the school. Lunch."

The young man remained expressionless, still staring at the female teacher in front of him, with empty eyes that made people want to look away.

"Even though the food at school may not be very good...but you can't come home from school hungry every day, and your family will worry about it."

"They won't."

Lindell replied firmly.

teacher:"……"

She was choked by this sentence, and paused: "Okay, then I will talk to them when I have time, and return to your topic, and then I have to finish my school lunch seriously, wasting food is not a good thing. "

After finishing speaking, the female teacher turned her head: "Mr. Rogers, since you are the one who reported this matter to me, then you will be in charge of supervising Lindell after lunch and get out of class every day."

This was already the last class in the afternoon, and the students filed out, and soon only Steve, his little friend James, and Lindell, who had remained silent, were left in the classroom.

Although the other party still didn't respond, Steve guessed that he was probably thinking "How dare you tell the truth" - so the expressionless face was filled with sullen meaning by the two of them.

But he still didn't flinch, mainly because Lindell was about the same height as him and Bucky was beside him, so he wouldn't be beaten up for meddling in the classroom: "You're not healthy like this, and you'll get sick after a long time... …If school lunches aren't your thing, we've got this for you."

The skinny boy spread out his hand, holding a small bar of chocolate in his palm, which is indeed a hard currency among children when supplies are scarce.

"I've never seen you eat at school."

He said: "I don't drink water, and I don't take the initiative to talk to anyone..."

The last sentence was tentative, and Steve took a deep breath, thinking that after saying this sentence, he might offend the other party, but this is also the reason why he dragged Bucky to stay here...

"—were you abused by your adoptive fathers?"

The word "abuse" was beyond his usual vocabulary, and Aziraphale hadn't taught him how to deal with the situation, so Lindell remained guardedly silent.The two teenagers in front of him didn't have any malicious intentions, they still stubbornly waited for him to take the bar of chocolate, with an attitude that they wanted to clarify this matter today.

"I know you gave your lunch to some students to take home..."

Steve frowned: "It's good to help others, but if your adoptive father forbids you to eat outside, it's different."

"At least, tell us about your guardians?"

Barnes tried to smooth things over, and wanted to reach out to pat the other person on the shoulder, but was dodged indiscriminately: "Steve has this personality, don't mind."

"One of my fathers was an angel and the other was a demon. They adopted me because I didn't live long enough to give them the joy of parenting without burning out."

It seems that there is no need to explain, after all, both Crowley and Aziraphale asked him to act as human as possible: "I don't understand the meaning of abuse in your mouth."

In fact, he understands the literal meaning, but he can't empathize with it at all-as a goblin adopted by angels and demons, this family with 0% human concentration has not seemed normal from the beginning.

If it weren't for Aziraphale's preference for sweets, so he would occasionally turn on the oven to make homemade biscuits, the family would not need to eat in a physical sense.

But Steve and James looked at each other, thinking that this must be domestic violence, and from what the other party said, the child might have some unknown serious illness - that must be the reason for using such a calm tone Said he was running out of time.

"You... eat this first."

The chocolate was forcibly placed in his hands, and the expressions of the two teenagers were full of complicated seriousness and hesitation: "Chocolate will make you feel better. If you don't want to go home, you can stay at our house temporarily at night... After that we Will find a way to talk to those two gentlemen!"

Aziraphale also liked the food that humans loved, but in essence, these foods could not provide them with nutrition.Lindell slowly withdrew his hand, snorted, and tore off the wrapping paper.

A sweet smell permeates the air.

"But it doesn't make sense to me."

In the end he gave up: "Digesting these things is only a burden for me."

look!Sure enough, he had some serious illness, otherwise what child would not like chocolate!The eyes of the two teenagers were rounded, but the other party obviously didn't plan to talk to them, "If there is nothing else, I'm going back."

"and many more!"

Steve subconsciously reached out to grab the other's wrist, but because of the loud movement, he raised his voice and coughed violently.

His little friend hurried to pat him on the back, seeing that his face was getting worse and worse, and he was familiarly looking for pills in his schoolbag.Asthma brought bursts of whistling breathing, Lindell watched them toss for a while, and fell down on the concrete floor of the school in embarrassment, covered in dust.

About 15 minutes later, everything returned to calm. The violent cough made the young man in front of him look rather ugly. Lindell felt that even among the human race, this person was in the lower middle category of the normal distribution—— "Normal distribution" was a new word he had just learned from Crowley today.

"I think it's more suitable for you to eat this."

He returned the chocolate and said sincerely: "And I can give you my lunch in the future."

Although still expressionless, both Steve and James could see the bright "You're too good" from that face.

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