[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

The first is a physical examination.

The miraculous effect left by Aziraphale is very long-lasting. It only needs to consume a small amount of magic power to maintain the human form. Lindell stretched out his arms to let the opponent stroke from head to toe, but failed to find even a coin from him.The inspecting soldiers took off his single-breasted trench coat in disgust and roughly, leaving only short sleeves and two thin arms that looked a bit bleak in the autumn wind.

Most of the remaining people carried a little belongings, including but not limited to rings, necklaces, pocket watches, and some people wanted to bribe the soldiers who interrogated them, but almost all of them were cleared.There is a protective fence wrapped with steel wires in the distance. Lindell squinted his eyes and looked at it. The dried blood on it could be clearly seen in the goblin's vision.

In the second round of inspections, people were screened into two columns based on gender.The pregnant woman in front of her was almost pale with fright. When Lindell tilted her head, she could see the clenched and trembling fists of the teenager behind her, but before the other party was pushed away, a man in thick-soled boots came over and attached himself to the searcher He said a few words in a low voice, and then the other party paused, loudly yelling at her to go to another remote building.

It would be nice not to have to kill people in the first place, Lindell thought.

Next comes file entry and numbering, where each person is assigned a number that will replace the name.The recorder with thick glasses was sitting on a wooden bench with a thick stack of documents in front of him. He glanced at Lindell and said hoarsely, "Name?"

"Lindell Cohen, C..."

"Next, name?"

Lindell: "..."

So Ms. Carter's training is really of no use at all.

"Max Eisenhardt."

The boy said, and then walked to the side very consciously, standing behind Lindell.

They were asked to change into uniforms with dark blue stripes, and then assigned to a simple room to wait for their fate. The high-density beds were divided into four layers. After lying in them, they would bump into the corners if they moved a little. Lindell felt that this It is even more crowded than the close-packed stretchers transporting the wounded in the transport plane.

"Where are you from?"

After the guard left, the boy asked.

"Warsaw."

Lindell replied, which was also the recited question: "Ghetto in Warsaw."

"Then you must regret that you didn't eat the baked bread near the bookstore again before you came here. Everyone will queue up to buy discounted items every Thursday afternoon."

Eisenhart said, "I like it very much, how about you?"

"I also……"

Lindell thought that he didn't eat bread much: "I like it very much."

"you're lying."

The other party said indifferently: "There is no bakery next to the bookstore in the Warsaw Ghetto."

Lindell: "..."

He couldn't answer this, but Ms. Peggy Carter didn't teach him what to do in this situation. Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to intend to continue to embarrass him, but just sighed: "Next time, if you want to lie At least make it more detailed...Is your name real? What should I call you?"

"Lindell."

He said, "Just call it by name."

That means the last name is also fake.The young man pressed his temple, feeling that he had been too nosy for a few days: "If this kind of thing is discovered, you may be severely punished..."

"But why are you telling me this in particular?"

Lindell asked, the surrounding air is full of numbness and despair, or the entire building area is shrouded in such a strange aura, the other party should be one of the most normal people in the room.

"...Because, you said that her unborn child is a daughter and is still healthy."

After a long time, the other party said softly.

The food rations here are very limited. That night they each received a small piece of dry bread and tubers of unknown plants. He only glanced at it before deciding to throw it away, but everyone around them stared and devoured it, so Lindell thought After thinking about it, he pushed them all to Eisenhart: "If you want to eat them... Anyway, I don't want to."

The other party's eyes dodged for a moment: "But what about you?"

"I don't eat bad things."

Lindell speaks righteously.

Eisenhart: "..."

He took a deep breath. "You're definitely not Jewish."

"Whatever, I'll throw it away if you don't eat it."

Lindell began to feel that it would be a matter of time before his identity was exposed: "This is an unnecessary worry for me."

They have to work early in the morning the next day, and many people sleep on the bed with numb faces. At night, some rats, as skinny as the humans here, will eat people's limbs, so the bottom berth is often the most disgusting.Lindell glanced at the dust on the canopy bed with disgust, obviously very unwilling to cram himself into a crowded place like a sardine can, and his psychological struggle was very intense, recalling the room in the Brooklyn Bookstore.

"Are you homesick?"

"That's it."

"Where are you actually from?"

Eisenhart asked.

"British."

Lindell said: "It's closer to London."

Then why came here disguised as a Jew—Eisenhardt had a lot of problems, but Lindell threw him into the cramped bed like a sack of flour.

"To shut up."

The other party said: "Sleep."

So he closed his eyes with a lot of doubts.

Moonlight streamed in through the narrow pane windows.The lifelessness and despair here are too strong, allowing Lindell to use his magic more freely.The rats running around the room stopped in front of him with their whiskers shaking, their eyes turning from black to orange.

Tell me about the surrounding environment, the layout of the buildings, and the underground... explore the surroundings as much as possible.Lindell's lips didn't move, but he gave one order after another silently: go wherever you can.

Unlike humans, who have embraced intelligence and modern industry for a long time, animals often have a keener perception of magic and mystery.

The field of view of the mice is very narrow, and their eyesight is also highly myopic. Fortunately, Lindell can also read the olfactory information, which is better than nothing.One night was enough for him to understand the aboveground buildings in the entire area, but the information he got made him wonder if these humans were crazy.

Forced labor, assigning a workload that exceeds the limit of human body and will gradually weaken and kill people; deprivation of liberty, once sick or unable to engage in heavy physical work, they will be punished and disappeared immediately.The rats in the underground buildings and some areas rich in magic power can't detect it, but thinking of the hideous and distorted corpses I have seen, it's not impossible to imagine what these people experienced before they died.

The rats were so noisy that most of them fell unconscious when they touched the bed, and a few newcomers couldn't sleep because of the noise.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

Eisenhart asked softly.

"I'm different from you. I don't need to sleep when I have enough strength."

"Oh."

The other party turned over and finally calmed down.

The next day I have to work from before the sun rises.

Both Lindell and Eisenhart looked sub-healthy minors, and the physical labor assigned to them was relatively light, mainly responsible for burying the corpses.Lindell took the shovel with such a calm expression that the soldiers even looked at him a few more times, but the other party looked back indifferently: "How many are buried?"

"To shut up!"

The string of German attitudes that scolded him was extremely rude: "Just obey the order! No rhetorical questions are allowed!"

The newly-dead corpses carried a large number of soul fragments. This area is obviously full of materials that can be converted into magic power, but it is too "resource-rich" to make people feel sick.Most of the corpses were weakened to death, and their bodies were abnormally thin and hideous, while a very few of them looked normal, but they could feel abnormal magical lesions from them.

He stared at the three gills on the neck of the corpse. If he remembered correctly, this should be the biological form of a water monster. If it appeared on a human, it might mean...

"... Lindell!"

After the guard left, Eisenhart finally called out again: "Lindel—"

"what happened?"

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted.

"Who are you? What is your purpose here?"

"That can't tell you."

Lindell frowned.

"I can help you! As long as you can finally get me out of here—"

The other party said eagerly: "I definitely have something to help you!"

Lindell wanted to say where the self-confidence of an ordinary human came from, but behind the boy, the shovel that had fallen to the ground was floating gently in the air.

"--it is good."

He said.