[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

That night, Lindell was given an urgent science popularization by Aziraphale. Human stomach capacity is limited, and the more food you eat, the more nutrients you absorb will not increase in proportion.

"You said we were going to look human."

The goblin boy calmly pointed out the contradictory point of this sentence: "But you can eat dim sum for three people alone."

"Uh, this..."

The owner of the bookstore picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth a little awkwardly: "So I will pack it back and tell them that it is a family of three."

Crowley shrugged, noncommittal for such a description.

It is allowed to "read and not buy" because of the lack of money, but it is another matter not to even read the book, but to wander back and forth in the bookstore.

Crowley held the shower in one hand, and because Aziraphale said that he could not swear in front of minors, he took a look at the Strelitzia with curly leaves, but he didn't swear until the end.

The plants swayed, bursting out the joy of escaping death.

The indoor lighting is not too strong, but he still wears big sunglasses to cover his snake-like vertical pupils.Steve and James put their books up to cover their faces, and sneaked a peek at the interior of the store—the ceiling lights that have been on for some years, the old books that have been repaired, the spotless store and the shopkeeper with curly hair and old-fashioned clothes. There were no traces of domestic violence.

But it may also be because all this is just an illusion shown to the guests.

Steve vigilantly inspected the spines of the books, and Barnes followed suit by probing the nooks and corners of the store.

The actions of the minors finally aroused the dissatisfaction of a threatening gardening master——

"Both of you, get out if you don't buy it."

"Crowley!"

Aziraphale raised his voice, then lowered it again, he was full of patience with these children who came to the bookstore: "I'm glad you are interested in this store, young people of your age should read more Books are a good thing, I have a copy of "Legend of King Arthur" here..."

"We are Lindell's classmates."

Steve looked up: "Is he home?"

"Oh, you are the one, the one..."

The owner of the bookstore obviously raised his hand excitedly, and the words beginning with f rolled in his mouth for a long time: "—Friends! You are his friends, right?"

Not really, Barnes thought, and just now he thought the other party was going to say f k.

They have a one-sided relationship of being fed lunch. The indifferent student Lindell would throw his share of lunch in front of Steve since he had an asthma attack that day. The action made James feel inexplicably familiar, as if using Oats to feed the sparrows on the windowsill.

Anyway, it's definitely not like sharing between friends.

But the owner of the bookstore obviously didn't think so. He rubbed his hands with exaggerated joy: "Crowley! Look, Lindell has made friends, and they will come here to see him!"

"Stupid idea, I don't think the two human cubs think so."

The voice of the man in black was mixed with neighing, which sounded unfriendly: "Send them a little biscuit and drive them out."

"Don't worry, he's just like that."

Aziraphale smiled and brought out the biscuit tray out of nowhere, and the other party seemed to just reach out and touch the drawer casually, and then took out a steaming snack: "I'm inviting you to have a snack together."

The cookies were baked crispy and delicious, dotted with shards of almonds, and there was a unique buttery aroma in the air, but it was a pity that Steve glanced at it and was still unmoved: "Isn't Lindell here?"

"Ah, he—he should be in the room..."

The owner of the bookstore looked suspiciously flustered, and spoke to Crowley in a low voice very quickly: "Can these two children be allowed in now?"

"how could I know!"

Crowley rolled his eyes behind the sunglasses. The concentration of mana in that room might make ordinary humans feel uncomfortable: "You might as well just call him out... I blame you for bringing up this boring idea of ​​raising a child." plan."

They deliberately lowered their voices, but they were obviously not familiar with the range of human hearing. Steve and James looked at each other with serious eyes.

There is a clear lack of care for children in a normal family-in every sense.

After struggling for a while, the expressionless blond boy was finally pushed and encouraged by Aziraphale to come out to meet these two cheap classmates.Lindell was stunned for a moment when he saw Steve and James, and his facial nerve necrosis usually seemed to be full of surprise, and then he was pressed in front of the table by his guardian, "Then you talk, between peers We will not get involved in the conversation."

The two figures, one black and one white, walked away slowly, and Steve and the others couldn't hear the rest of the voice—"Where are the same age, after these two children die of old age, maybe he can grow ten centimeters taller."

"But it doesn't mean he can't make some human friends."

"What kind of friends are they? You and I are friends."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say..."

At the small table, James chewed the cookies and ate one after another. Now he felt that the owner of the bookstore was indeed worthy of being called an angel, and his baking skills could go out and open a store.

Lindell was still sitting upright, staring at something on the table with slack eyes, and had no thought of eating at all. Even if asked, he would still only answer the sentence that made Steve and James puzzled Words: "Eating these will only burden me."

This requires allocating excess mana to digest food without nutrition. He is just an underage goblin, not as calm as Aziraphale's 6000-year-old angel eating three portions by himself.

But the literal meaning was interpreted into a different meaning, and Steve was very worried. He suspected that Lindell might suffer from serious psychological problems or anorexia, or something wrong with the function of the gastrointestinal tract—this is too pitiful, he He had to avoid all strenuous exercise just because he had asthma, but Lindell... he obviously suffered more.

The little friend James nodded his head with a cookie stuffed in his mouth. He couldn't even eat such a delicious snack, which was too miserable.

The sympathetic guy seemed unmoved, as he sat listening to Steve and James babbling and chatting, ranging from "it's not safe around here at night and there are highway robbers" to "the radio says there are unemployed people in front of the bank Hold a sign to demonstrate", and finally the topic ended with Qian Ding Wan Wan's instruction "Be careful of safety".

What should I pay attention to?Lindell had a meaningless expression on his face. The damage that a rifle can do to him is very limited, but he really couldn't stand the other's anxious gaze—mainly because he felt that if there was no feedback, this person might suffer from asthma again. nodded.

The angel and the devil gave the group of children enough time to get along, and when they came back from a long circle outside, there was only one-third of the snacks left on the tray.

"Mr. Aziraphale, Lindell, can he really not even eat cookies?"

Bucky raised his face, feeling that this setting was really bad: "What's wrong with him?"

Steve also added very seriously: "My mother is a nurse in the tuberculosis hospital. If Lindell has any problems with his health, she may be able to provide some medical help."

"Um...he..."

The owner of the bookstore showed a very embarrassed expression. In fact, the result of his discussion with Crowley at the beginning was that if someone asked, he would say that Lindell had high-functioning autism, but as a serious angel, he didn't care at all. He is good at lying, especially when facing these children, he can't say anything.

Crowley folded his arms and gave a sneer, not trying to join in—because Aziraphale had said with indignation that lies only create more lies.

The truth is that Lindell doesn't suffer from any disease, he is a minor goblin with a little bit of magic power loss, and he refuses to eat human food in order to avoid excessive loss of magic power.Three pairs of eyes stared at Aziraphale together, which made Angel feel a lot of pressure. He looked at Lindell who "had finally made friends" and the two classmates who were sincerely worried about him, gritted his teeth, and tried to show With a smile: "——just occasionally, it's edible."

"Eh?"

Not to mention Lindell himself, even Crowley looked up at him: "Are you crazy?"

"It's just using up the magic power of one or two extra feathers. You can easily make up for the amount of hair shed in summer."

The angels and demons started chattering.

"This is slander! You're the only one who sheds! You shed enough feathers to make a down pillow!"

"Why not use your Miracle..."

In the end, Aziraphale made a final decision. He turned around and put his hand on Lindell's shoulder, implying: "It's up to you to decide, we will provide some trivial help."

"..."

The blond-haired goblin was silent for a while, then looked up at the two classmates: "Compared to cookies, I want to eat the one you gave me last time."

"Oh...is it chocolate?"

Bucky smiled: "Let me just say, no one can refuse chocolate!"