[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

Bucky didn't look too bad, just a little dehydrated.

There were a row of large and small pockets on Lindell's training uniform, and he took out a tube of water as much as a small medicine bottle from one of them, and asked Bucky to drink it quickly.

"...you don't have enough water to go down your throat."

He even had the energy to complain.

"This is the coolant Stark asked me to use to maintain the weapon."

Lindell explained blankly: "He chose the latter one among cooling oil and purified water."

Bucky blinked, so I have to thank him?

"—Anyway, let's get out of here first."

Steve couldn't bear the degree of disconnection between the two of them: "Lindell, go and destroy all the iron gates around, there may be other people inside."

Lindell nodded, ran out and kicked open several doors in a row, but inside were either empty wire beds and restraint belts, or untreated corpses, some of which had even undergone some mutations, with terrifying fins growing behind their ears , pierced the skin leaving a pool of muddy and dried blood traces.

The air is also so dirty that people want to retch.

Steve noticed something was wrong, turned around and asked, "What did they do to you?"

"Not doing anything, just keeping me here, sleeping most of the time...probably using hypnosis gas or something."

Bucky recalled while running: "Occasionally when I am awake, I feel a little lack of oxygen, and I don't remember the rest."

At the end of the corridor is still a staircase, the upward path is the path they walked when they came, and the downward path is dark and steep without lights, as if leading to the abyss of hell.

Bucky stopped moving at the stairs: "The 107th Division received an order to find out the truth about this stronghold. Its upper floor is the arsenal and the area where prisoners of war are held. Some prisoners will be used as workers, and some will be used as workers." I dragged to the lower floor, I was the late one, and I can't remember what it is used for, but the answer must be under the stairs."

"Then you two go first, I'll go down and have a look."

Lindell said: "It's not normal here. For humans, it's too reluctant to go deep into this area."

He recalled those abnormally bent fingers and strange-shaped bones protruding from his body that he saw on the wire bed before: "Although it is an unrealistic guess, after I leave here, I may need to give Yates Raphael and the others wrote a letter..."

"What are you talking about, of course I can't leave you here alone."

Steve didn't hesitate: "Then let's all go down together and return immediately after investigating the information, no problem?"

"no problem."

"It should have been this way."

Bucky smiled and patted the shoulders of both of them.

The lower level was less accessible, and Lindell took the lead to avoid several infrared sensing areas with them. He walked in the front with a low waist, and Steve followed closely. After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong: "Lindell?"

"how?"

The blond goblin didn't look back.

"Your neck..."

Steve pointed, so Lindell reached for it, and tapped his sharp fingertips on the transparent hard scales on the back of his neck. After hearing the sound, he was also stunned for a moment, and stopped on the spot.

Steve and Bucky had already seen his fairy form before, and both of them accepted this appearance well. Steve hesitated, and reached out to touch those cool and smooth transparent scales, until Lindell felt a little Itchy to avoid the neck.

"Before, I don't remember the scope being so large."

He said: "The impression is that it only covers about [-] degrees directly behind the neck, but it's obviously more than [-] degrees now."

Bucky was shocked: "Did you observe so carefully?"

"Ah, just, a little curious..."

Maintaining a wide and accurate vision and a wide range of hearing requires mana consumption. Lindell maintains power-saving mode most of the time, and rarely consumes extra mana to strengthen himself.He carefully checked his nails, and judged: "The concentration of magic power in the air is already very high."

"I can't feel anything."

Bucky wrinkled his nose: "I guess the oxygen concentration didn't change."

"It's about the level of magic power on Earth two or three thousand years ago. At that time, many humans and fairies lived together, so it's normal for ordinary humans not to feel abnormal..."

In the past, the boundary between human beings and mysterious creatures was not so clear. King Arthur himself had the blood of a red dragon, but in the world after the industrial revolution, most humans had no basis for learning magic, and their adaptability to magic power became worse and worse.

But here is the battlefield, in Hydra's arsenal, the abnormal increase in the concentration of magic power is absolutely impossible to be a natural phenomenon.

The lowest floor is a metal-isolated space, and the alloy walls engraved with complex incantations give people a very uncomfortable feeling.

"If I were you, I wouldn't go any further, captain, otherwise your friend's death might be as tragic as the test subjects you saw before."

Suddenly, there was a sound behind them.

"Of course... humans in the new world like us may be enough to cross this door of judgment."

"Who the hell are you!"

Steve frowned: "What are you doing here?"

"You can call me Schmidt, or whatever."

The voice of the visitor was unhurried: "By the way, Mr. Elf next to you, I sincerely invite you to choose the side that is more beneficial to you—the side that makes the world more livable."

Steve turned his head sharply, watching Lindell's expression with his blue eyes.

——The other party didn't seem to respond, as indifferent as if they hadn't heard.

Do you think the world is right now?The strange man asked, in the human society, incognito, in order to survive the magic power to survive, more mysterious creatures are confined in the inner side of the world... Haven't you ever imagined a freer world?

"Humans cannot adapt to a world with high concentrations of magic power."

Lindell replied slowly: "Avalon is like living in a vacuum for humans. If you do this, many people will die."

"Of course, but more selected new humans, the masters of the new world, will step into this new era together. They will have a longer lifespan, a stronger body, and possess all the qualities that humans desire!"

There was a strange madness in the eyes of the other party: "After all, you who have always regarded human beings as magical materials, would you care about the reduction in the number of human beings? When the magic power of the earth becomes abundant, you don't need to hunt as hard as you are now. eat."

Lindell hung his arms. If he hadn't been seduced by Crow with a feather on an ordinary afternoon, if he hadn't come to the United States from England, and hadn't lived as a human for so many years, he would definitely agree with the other party without hesitation. Bar.

"It's a vow."

Crowley said.

"There is a door behind you. After opening it, the high concentration of air magic will directly suffocate one of your teammates to death—or you may be lucky enough to survive and become a part of the new generation of humans."

The voice bewitched, making Lindell wonder if a demon had infiltrated the enemy army.

At this critical moment of tension, he suddenly remembered some pictures of his past life - Crowley always said that when humans really want to do evil, there is no such thing as demons.

"How could he do that!"

Steve retorted without hesitation, then looked back at Lindell, who met his gaze and nodded slowly.

"I really can't do that."

"While there is no mystery involved, we have a pledge to end this war together," he said.

"You will regret this."

Schmidt briefly issued an ultimatum and then stepped into the mechanism on the wall. Immediately afterwards, the light of self-destruct runes burst out around him, and the sound of explosions came from all directions of the building.The three of them fled in embarrassment among the rubble.

The moment they broke through to the surface, all three of them were a little ashamed.The ground had already fallen into a scuffle, with the sound of stray bullets and shelling everywhere. To Lindell's surprise, the group of people never left, but stood still and waited for them to appear.

"It's too slow, you three!"

An off-road vehicle stopped in front of them very boldly, and almost flicked its tail: "Hey, what are you doing standing here, stray bullets don't have eyes!"

There was the sound of propellers in the sky.

On the helicopter, Schmidt looked down at the three of them: "You will regret it one day! A new era will come, and it will be too late when you are left behind by the world!"

He tore off his face, revealing the red inside, no matter from the aesthetic point of view of humans or elves, the whole face looked very magical.

"You will regret what you did just now."

Lindell said: "He also said that he wanted to become the god of the new world... Even in hell, this look is not popular now."

And God is not a great thing.

The author has something to say:

The first oath is not allowed to go beyond the current law and hunt and kill humans freely.