[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

In the case where two people are hanging out, the heavy labor becomes less unbearable.

"I have to find out what is going on here, why these people died in such an abnormal state, what is being produced in the nearby arsenal, and..."

Lindell thought for a while: "Infer from this what their purpose is."

"Are you a detective?"

Eisenhardt asked: "Do you not hesitate to come to this kind of place disguised as a Jew, just to find out the truth?"

"I'm a... Agent."

Lindell replied: "In addition to finding out the truth, we have to find a way to stop them. After my work here is over, someone else will take over. It's just that this kind of lurking is too dangerous for ordinary people, so I'm sent here temporarily."

Eisenhardt nodded with deep sympathy. It is not easy to live in this kind of place, and it is indeed far beyond human ability to take care of work.

So he was even more curious about Lindell's situation.

"You also have special abilities?"

He pointed to his shovel, and considering Lindell's previous performance, he made the most reasonable guess: "...you can perform photosynthesis?"

"What nonsense are you talking about."

The other party looked at him in surprise: "So except that you can lift this shovel, are you the same as ordinary humans?"

Eisenhart: "..."

He always felt that there was a strong disgust in the other party's words.

Over time, they exchanged more information.Eisenhardt was originally born in Germany, and his family's economic conditions were fair. In order to avoid the war, his family moved to Warsaw.Originally, the Polish government promised that "no family will be separated", but they were still persecuted for various reasons, and even the rest of the family members were shot to death because they were betrayed.

After hearing this series of sudden and sudden experiences, Lindell was slightly stunned, and finally asked a question that had puzzled him for a long time: "—Is it because you don't believe that Jesus is the savior of mankind?"

Originally thinking that the other party would show a sympathetic expression, Eisenhart was even ready to laugh at himself, so after hearing such a question from the other party, he was also a little stunned.

"I think there should be more than this reason..."

"But neither the Messiah nor Jesus is present at this time."

Lindell's attitude was even a little indifferent. He used a shovel to fill the corpse pit while talking: "Even real demons may not be able to do this kind of thing, but humans themselves can."

Crowley may threaten the gangsters living in Brooklyn, develop his own intelligence network and secret informants, but he will definitely not be able to force labor so efficiently and systematically, and finally send those who cannot work Human beings are completely destroyed like scrapped tools—otherwise Beelzebub and their performance wouldn't be so ugly.

"In the final analysis, this world is a human world after all. Whether gods or demons can intervene, the range is very limited. Whether it is falling into a war or other choices, it is nothing but the choice of human beings themselves."

Lindell said: "The devil can only seduce one or two people, at most cause a traffic paralysis... want to stir up the whole world in the flames of war, killing ordinary people in batches , that is something that only human beings can do.”

"--is that so?"

Eisenhart's expression was a bit dazed: "This is how you look at it..."

"But heroes are born among humans."

Lindell jumped down from the pit to check the corpses, and called Eisenhart to help him watch: "It has been like this since the beginning of human birth, and it is still the same until now. There are heroes with outstanding individual strength, and there are thousands of human beings united to build After all, the complexity of the soul itself is also a characteristic of human beings... Ah, I found it."

Eisenhart also jumped down from the pit and checked with him.

Lindell cut open the chest cavity of the corpse with his sharp nails. The eyes of the young man around him flinched, but he continued to look bravely. Then, he pulled out a blue bullet from the left chest that was still emitting heart of light.

"This is……"

"The mutated heart after being overcharged with magic power is fortunately not yet cursed. The human body itself cannot carry the great source of magic power (Mana), even if it is to squeeze the life force and consume the soul, the magic power (Od) produced The quantity is also very limited, and it is absolutely impossible to make something similar to a magic hearth."

Lindell pressed his fingers a little harder, and the heart shattered in his hand, and finally turned into a cloud of blue mist and disappeared into the air.The fairy boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the high-concentration magic mist: "We have to find a way to go to the lower area later."

"Say it in advance, can you really escape with me?"

Eisenhart had a dubious expression on his face: "Everyone avoids that kind of place..."

"It's better to end the mission quickly, and I don't really want to stay here any longer."

Lindell tugged at his collar: "I'm really fed up with life without clean hot water to take a shower."

But you only showed up here the next day... Eisenhart pursed his lips, wondering what kind of environment the other party should have lived in, and stretched out his hand to break off a small piece of iron sheet on the rusty shovel .Lindell raised his arm, and soon a yellow-billed tit landed on his arm. The goblin boy touched the tit's beak and wings, and the other party led away with a chirping sound, wandering among the buildings .

"Can you... control them?"

Eisenhart asked.

"This ability is called animal conversation, and it's about delegating them rather than controlling them."

There were several mice and groundhogs running around Lindell, exchanging information noisily, and their tentacles briefly touched and separated from each other.In addition to these small mammals, there are ants and earthworms that can invade the walls between the bricks: "I don't have any means of long-range attack, if you and your little iron pieces are good."

Lindell looked at the small piece of metal wrapped around his fingers in Eisenhart's hand: "Then I'll leave it to you."

In the days that followed, they continued to bury the bodies and gather intelligence.Part of Lindell's food was used to comfort these diligent and busy little animals, and the other part was distributed to Eisenhart. He still looked like he could live well by photosynthesis, which was very puzzling ——In this regard, the person concerned said that he shoveled a shovelful of soil, saying that he ate too much junk food and felt sick, so don't mention eating at this time.

Eisenhart: "..."

I really believed in your evil.

In the evening of that day, the guards armed with guns came to inspect their work all day as usual, and angrily found that today's process was only half completed, and immediately broke out a series of German.Lindell didn't let the other party finish his long sentence, and kicked him in the jaw instead. With two teeth and a mouth full of blood, the strength of the elf boy made the man fall to the ground.

"You %￥#*..."

Lindell skillfully stuffed the barrel into the opponent's mouth, then turned to look at Eisenhart: "What are you doing in a daze?"

"Eh—? Didn't you come to kill him?"

The face of the other party lacked blood due to the expression of horror.

"Use the little iron piece in your hand to cut his trachea, didn't you agree to do this before?"

Lindell raised his eyebrows: "If you can't do it, go back and stay in your dormitory until I come back."

"I—I can."

Eisenhart spread out his palm, and the edge of a small piece of metal had been rubbed against the ground very sharply. He stared and breathed rapidly, and manipulated the piece of iron to float from his hand with trembling fingers: "I can... "

Thinking of his parents, the land, the relentless war, the endless humiliation and escape, and the gods in this world who would never look at human beings, Eisenhardt felt that his whole body was trembling, but at such a moment, he The brain is extremely calm.

With a whoosh, the small iron piece was accelerated in the air, followed by the sound of air being released from the trachea.The goblin boy did not hesitate to take out the other party's pocket, and shook out a small metal key: "Thinking about this kind of non-staff personnel, there is no way to know the more core content... Afterwards, I will leave it to you to unlock the door."

After speaking, he raised his hand and threw the guard into the big pit where the corpse was buried with one arm.

Night falls.

The work here has not stopped, and it is common for laborers to work continuously for more than ten hours. At least the inside and outside of the arsenal is still full of heat surrounded by cruelty.Lindell and Eisenhardt stooped through the crowd, probably because they were too confident in the management system here. The Nazi soldiers with live ammunition never thought that two and a half older children could cause trouble.

They received an interrogation halfway, and Eisenhart was responsible for lying, saying that they were responsible for moving the containers to Area C, and then he was kicked in the back, and the other party sternly told the two of them to get out of here.

"Aren't you going to kill him?"

Lindell asked as he ran.

"That will cause riots here too... Do you have any lurking skills?"

The opponent couldn't help but hide his face.

"Ah, I'm sorry, this is really the first time I have performed this kind of mission."

"What? Then who gave you the confidence—"

"Don't worry, my teammates will pick me up later."

Lindell responded with a mouthful: "He was always good at giving others confidence."

The author has something to say:

The Polish government's propaganda is historical fact, but unfortunately they failed to keep their promises.