[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

Lindell's speed increased in an instant to a level that is difficult for humans to reach. He stepped on the wall in a few steps, flew towards the crowd from the side, and stepped on the shoulder of one of the soldiers with one foot, crushing the opponent. Staggered; at the moment when the balance was reversed, the goblin boy pressed his temple and snapped his neck, then quickly jumped onto the second person, strangled his neck and adjusted the opponent's position, facing the bullet fired by the third person.

The soldiers who lost their lives in an instant were thrown out like a bunker in a trench, hitting several people in the back row, and the bullets from the assault rifle suddenly lost their direction and flew around in the corridor, hitting them with stray bullets. One of the soldiers' ears made the other party cover his face and cry out in pain.

"Although this is difficult..."

Eisenhart felt like he was short of breath: "But I will try my best to cover you!"

Lindell took advantage of the other party's mistaken opportunity to cut open the trachea with his sharp nails, and then rushed towards the direction of the barrel of the gun, quickly eliminating the next person in sight.The golden hair is windless and automatic, as if the moment it is locked by these predatory eyes, life is destined to turn into a countdown to the rapid passage of time.

The souls that died and wandered around were transformed into magic power, and the magic power smoothly turned into strong wind. Lindell urged the wind pressure to turn the most ordinary air in the world into a sharp blade that could cut the skin. Tossing and turning in the narrow alleyway, the wind is like his extended limbs.

He picked up one of the men and slammed his head on the ground hard, making a dull sound, and then turned around, a soldier raised his gun and aimed at the pair of golden eyes.

"This, this kind of place, this shooting distance, it is impossible to be avoided...!!"

A shot went off.

It wasn't the pistol in the opponent's hand, but it came from further behind—the pregnant woman who had been falling on the ground picked up a scattered gun from nowhere, and pulled the trigger with clumsy movements.

With a plop, the man fell to the ground with an incredulous expression, as if he never thought that there would be an attack from behind.Lindell shook his ears, and reached out to rub the blood on his clothes casually. The result of this fighting method was quite horrifying, and the plasma was almost splashed everywhere.He raised his eyes and looked at the teenagers and pregnant women who were still full of horror and breathing rapidly, and raised his eyebrows: "It's not bad, it's the first time that you can face an enemy with live ammunition at this level, and there are still people in the army who go to the battlefield I'm going to pee my pants."

"You, who are you..."

Even Eisenhart couldn't feel indifferent to the current appearance. Lindell's two arms were hanging down naturally, and the fresh blood brought through his chest and neck was dripping down the fingers and sharp nails. No matter how you look at it, it is far from human beings.

"Re-introduce yourself."

Lindell took a step back and saluted the two people in front of him: "Members of the Allied Special Operations Force against Hydra, code-named ICBM, just call Lindell."

The eyes with nictitating membranes gurgled and turned around in the eye sockets. It didn't look like a human being. Although the other party once said that he was a "fairy", but——

"Anyway."

The boy froze in place, and repeated: "You are here to kill these people, right? Kill these guys who made us homeless—"

"Generally speaking? Anyway, let's move on to the lower level first."

Lindell nodded, and picked up the pregnant woman again. The other party did not avoid or flinch this time, and looked straight into those eyes bravely: "Is everything okay with my daughter?"

Lindell thought for a while, and came to a conclusion while running. His voice was calm, and the rapid movement did not affect his breathing: "With a mother like you who desperately wants to protect the child, the child will also want to persist."

If it was Aziraphale, he would definitely say that.Eisenhart trailed behind him, wary of the pursuers who would come again at some point, but this time, the passage remained calm, with only the continuous footsteps of the two of them.

The lower level is a laboratory with complex surgical procedures and huge culture tanks. Even Lindell, who has no knowledge of biology, can clearly identify what this is doing-every huge transparent vertical tank contains Floating...human beings of various shapes.

Judging from the magical reaction and the form of the soul, it can barely be classified into the category of human beings, but the shape has long been different. Some have festered skin and flesh on the front of the skull, and some have only half of it left, leaving a section of the spine in the human body. Floating up and down in the liquid.

Eisenhart couldn't hold it back, and directly arched his body on the spot and retched. Unfortunately, his stomach was empty and he didn't spit out anything.

"Human, goblin."

Lindell put his hand on one of the training tanks and sensed it: "Even the magician in the Clock Tower failed in the subject. Do these people want to forcibly break through such obstacles..."

As we all know—maybe not so well known, but at least people who are related to the mysterious world should know this common sense—the number of magic circuits that humans can possess, that is, the channels that carry magic power in the human body, is a fixed number from the beginning.

It neither increases nor decreases as a given fact from birth.

By transforming the human body to forcibly adapt to the high-concentration magic power environment, the result is either that it cannot bear the majestic magic power to cause various mutations, or it is a complete collapse from the mind to the soul. The two are carried out in parallel, in no particular order, and there is only a difference in "which side reaches the limit first".

"What are they... doing?"

The face of the pregnant woman is also lacking in color, and she has also been in a state of nutritional deficiency recently. It might be better to say that she has been working hard for the sake of the child, and her persistence until now is already an amazing result.

"As you can see, the human experiment is probably to find a method that can highly strengthen the body and human life span, but the soul will become tattered because of it."

Lindell shrugged and glanced at the other person's belly: "But the baby's soul is like dough that has not yet been baked in the oven, so there is hope that it will be kneaded into various shapes... They probably hit That's the idea."

"Strengthen strength...extend lifespan?"

This amount of information is really too shocking for a minor like Eisenhart: "What do they want to transform human beings into?"

"—Probably, they want to become like me."

Lindell looked at the full cultivation tank, and said with a complicated expression: "From body to soul, we have changed into the existence form of our creatures, and even the way of thinking will be distorted, and in the end it is like a baked cookie. As if unable to withstand the external force, it broke into various shapes with a snap."

Eisenhart couldn't understand.

Literally, the metaphor can be imagined, but the description of the soul "broken with a snap" is impossible to imagine anyway.

"Anyway, let's open the various experimental equipment here and look for it. There may be materials that can calm the child down."

Lindell directed the two of them: "Move more efficiently, and let me know if you see something you don't know what it is, and don't touch it with your hands."

Everyone searched very hard, but unfortunately most of the things collected still required Lindell to judge.He picked up a test tube, sniffed it close, pulled out the stopper and drank it in one gulp: "Magic spinal fluid is a magical liquid that can be digested."

"Well, the Eighth Twin Crystal... I'm beginning to wonder how many magicians these Germans have summoned."

Lindell held his chin: "Since there are all these, have you found that small fruit that looks abnormally round?"

"not yet……"

Eisenhart had half of his face pressed against a combination cabinet, struggling to crack the complex combination lock from the inside: "Speaking of which, why did you come here to do this kind of thing? There is no need for people like you to get involved in wars, right?" , if you want to live a leisurely life, you must have as many ways as possible..."

"It was originally like this, but the humans with me didn't think so, and there was nothing I could do about it."

Lindell replied: "We agreed to end the war together, so at least the two of them must be guaranteed not to die on the battlefield—ah, we found it."

He held two red fruits with a rounded surface, as if they were coated with wax: "Eat this, you can swallow it or chew it, but if you chew it hard, it may taste disgusting."

The pregnant woman took it obediently: "This is..."

A kind of plant fruit that grows in the sea of ​​stars, Lindell explained that if it is simply eaten, it will only have side effects on humans, but it will be different when there are goblins.

"Then please, I can persevere no matter what!"

The other party swallowed it without hesitation, but in the next second, all the iron doors around the experimental hall were suddenly closed.

"It's really a wise decision to wait until you help pick out useful materials."

A voice suddenly came out of the radio: "Now all I have to do is trouble you to die quickly."

One of the gates slowly opened, and a tall, hairy monster was let in, followed by a second, and a third, with their eyes wide open and the corners of their mouths drooling, irrational at all.

"...this is the Wendigo."

Lindell recognized it at a glance, and his voice finally brought sullenness: "You guys actually made so many Wendigos."