[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

At a base in the UK, a thin layer of snow fell on the ground.

When Lindell opened the door and went out, Bucky and Dugan were dragging a pine tree together to erect it in the center of the camp. After seeing the two of them coming out, Bucky let go of the trunk and greeted them: "Hi, you I am cured?"

"Hey, James, don't let go—"

With one person missing to support the tree trunk, Dugan immediately panicked: "It's going to fall, it's going to fall...!!"

Steve quickly picked it up, and several people replanted the tree into the dug hole together.The local supplies are very limited, and the Christmas tree naturally has nothing to decorate, but everyone's spirits are obviously high.Ms. Peggy Carter took off her red hat and hung it on the tree branch. Many people followed suit and hung some military supplies such as ribbons, fireproof cloth, and torn color strips on the tree.

Eric was sitting on a tree stump, holding a large mug filled with hot cocoa—a rarity in the barracks.His eyes lit up when he saw Lindell, and he waved his arms vigorously to say hello from afar.

"Howard didn't come?"

Lindell looked around, and Steve stuffed a bar of chocolate in his hand: "I thought he was following here all the time."

"Anyway, that guy is an arms dealer, not a soldier..."

Bucky shrugged: "The last time I saw him, he said he was going to participate in some kind of project, and he couldn't show up for a long time."

"Whatever, that guy has always been mysterious."

Dugan took a sip of his wine and threw a white booklet into the fire, and the flames shot up and burned even more vigorously.

"What did you throw?"

Steve asked.

"About the thickness of a flight manual."

Bucky held a glass of cereal milk in his hand.

"How is it possible, it's that Benzhi's brain."

Dugan glanced at him: "Lindell threw it away at the beginning, and I used it to pad the foot of the bed for at least half a year."

In the past two years, considering the frequent occurrence of psychological problems among soldiers, the Allied Forces have also distributed psychological counseling manuals such as "Psychology of Combatants", but unfortunately the effect is very limited.

Lindell was urged by everyone to climb to the top of the Christmas tree to help decorate. The soldiers took long wooden poles to give him decorations. Steve stopped him symbolically, which probably meant that Lindell was still sick. A few of you calm down a little, but everyone burst into laughter, saying that this guy can kill most of the people here with his bare hands even if he is sick, and you are the only one who is worrying.

"And Lindell didn't refuse. If this guy doesn't want to do something, no one can force him."

A team member laughed and said, "Only you still think he is underage."

...not underage.

Steve carefully identified it, and couldn't see much impatience from that face, so he was a little relieved.In his impression, Lindell would accompany them to watch the science and technology exhibition with a tense expression a long time ago. Even if he always spoke out loud and made violent comments, his attitude was generally very accommodating. He only realized after observing for a long time This guy probably hates crowds.

The blond soldier spread out his sketchbook, not intending to disturb the people who were immersed in the festive atmosphere, rubbed the tip of the pen against the paper, and quickly outlined a huge Christmas tree and a young elf standing on the top of the tree as if defying the law of gravity.Lindell in the painting is always different from his real appearance. He is hanging a hat on the top of the Christmas tree, and a thin layer of snow falls on his head. The body temperature lower than that of humans makes the snow accumulate.

"Mr. Rogers."

There was a sudden voice behind him, so Steve closed the sketchbook and turned around with what he thought was a kind expression: "What's wrong? Eric."

This is the boy Lindell brought back from Hydra's experimental base. The other party is said to have special powers, but once he gets out of the tense environment anytime, anywhere, he changes back to the original That kind of timing is not effective, and it is basically of no combat value. Therefore, after some discussion, Ms. Carter has not yet considered how to deal with the other party. If there is no accident, she should let him go in a relatively peaceful place. Temporarily handed over to the local welfare agencies.

After returning to the camp, the goblin who took care of himself and brought the other party back began to drink alcohol. Of course, he couldn't take care of Eric anymore. Ms. Carter was very interested after hearing about the kid's "superpowers", but unfortunately, even with his personality Some introverted teenagers gritted their teeth and blushed, unable to bend even a spoon, even worse than when they first showed their strength to Lindell.

Those springing from anger, panic, and fear of betrayal, the power to strike first, and the desire to survive... After all these incentives disappeared, it seemed to sink into the body again and disappear. .

Seemingly realizing that he has "lost the use value" now, Eric Lanshere's expression can be described as frightened, and finally he was calmed down by Steve and Bucky together, promising to send him to the right place .

"But where else could I go, Mister Rogers."

Eric stood behind Steve, with a blank voice: "You may not be very clear about the current situation of the Jews—"

The East is the scope of the Soviet Orthodox Church, and the religious categories headed by Christianity and Catholicism in Western Europe also exclude Jews. No matter whether they go east or west, there seems to be no room for them.Decades later, when most people recall World War II, it is easy to take for granted that the Nazis persecuted so many Jews because they excluded dissidents, but in fact, the prejudice brought by religion has already soaked the soil, It has been hidden for years and months, but it has always existed and never disappeared.

"Probably... you can consider going to the United States?"

Steve hesitated and said: "Sorry, I don't really have any special views on religion, although it may not be good for you... But you see, it is difficult for anyone who has been with Lindell to maintain a devout belief gone."

Eric followed Steve's gaze and nodded in conviction.

Fairies and humans are different, but in this world, there are indeed a small number of "mysterious creatures" living together with humans.

"There is no difference between human beliefs and races in the eyes of that guy, they are completely equal."

Bucky also sat over when he heard the words, and patted Eric on the shoulder: "Even if you really want to ask him, you can only get the answer of 'they are all human beings anyway', if this is the case, because of these reasons It would be ridiculous to fight each other."

"Where is the equality? Lindell is completely partial to the two of you!"

Dugan retorted on the spot: "Look at when he took the initiative to talk to me!"

"According to what you said, he is more partial to Steve, and he obviously pays less attention to me."

Bucky didn't hesitate to distance himself: "I'm also at a slightly better level than ordinary humans."

"Bucky?!"

Steve disagrees: "Evidently his ration of jam and oatmeal is left to you."

"But the chocolate is for you"

The brown-haired sniper shrugged exaggeratedly: "Obviously he knows what's more popular."

In fairy tales, goblins are often key supporting roles, such as the provider of the sword of victory, such as the crystal slipper that created Cinderella. They occupy the human imagination in the length of the story, and all miracles can be in the hands of goblins. Create birth.

But now, the protagonist of the topic just picked up a small tree branch, raised his hands high, and assumed the posture of a chorus conductor somewhat awkwardly.

"Well... is that so? Hold it at such an angle?"

Lindell seldom hesitated: "I've never done this kind of thing before."

"Didn't you say you wanted to hear people sing?"

The Indian soldier with traditional oil paint on his face booed, "It's just a beat. It's much easier than shooting and disassembling guns, isn't it?"

"...Because I thought it was just anyone who came to sing and watch, how did it turn out like this..."

"If you just want to listen to music, wait until after the war to go back and buy records, or listen to the radio."

Dugan said with a smile: "Maybe there are not many people present who can guarantee that they don't lose their tune. Obviously, you must listen to the live version."

"Moreover, it's a rare unsolicited request. If you don't implement it, you may be interviewed by Steve one by one that night."

Another team member joked with a narrow expression: "I still want to sleep well."

"Hey, when did I force you to do this kind of thing!"

Suddenly, Steve, who was lying on his gun, appeared behind the crowd and knocked on their helmets one by one with the butt of his gun: "If you don't pay attention, you start to make up bad words."

"—Because it's a festival after all!"

After teasing each other, everyone sat around the Christmas tree and sang songs sparsely.

There were no stars to be seen in the snow-fallen sky, and the chorus was a little out of tune. After all, they were all soldiers' singing, so it wasn't very pleasant to hear.Lindell tapped the beat with a branch, his expression thoughtful.

"This is, the song of humanity..."

The melody is simple, and the vocabulary is also single. Once you hear it once, you can sing along for the second time.Eric, a pregnant woman who was temporarily rescued, was also sitting in the crowd—Jewish believers don’t celebrate Christmas but instead have “Hanukkah” instead, but this relaxed atmosphere is enough to infect people’s hearts.

Lindell shrugged his nose, and the light atmosphere in the air greatly relieved the magic overload caused by returning from the battlefield. Someone was the first to pick up the beer glass, and then the sound of glass clinking sounded one after another.After a few glasses of wine, the soldiers became more courageous, and a few of them took the lead in booing. Since they had already sung just now, it was only fair to let Lindell sing for everyone.

"but he--"

The only super soldier who couldn't get drunk subconsciously wanted to refute, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the crowd booing.

"Rogers, are you the mother hen looking after the chicks?"

"My neighbor's youngest daughter also looks as old as him. I haven't seen my neighbor getting involved in everything like you."

"That guy, judging from his appearance, is that... adolescence, right? If the guardian interferes too much, he will have a rebellious mentality?"

——There have been various theories, all of which are things that would never be said to Lindell in front of Lindell when he was sober.

But the blond-haired goblin just glanced at them and obediently stood up from his seat.

"I really want to sing. It's because I want to try it out that I listened to human singing in advance as a reference."

In the next second, the human's arc-shaped ears became narrow and long, and the lake-green eyes disguised with magic power also turned into their original golden appearance.Inorganic eyes looked in the direction of the pregnant woman Teresa, her eyes locked on her abdomen, and her voice was very soft: "It just so happens that the remaining problems should be resolved together."

"--What did you say?"

The other party was obviously a little shocked: "Could it be that, over there before... my child's physical condition has not completely returned to normal?"

"Ah, this is because, when it comes to mystery, human interference with embryos and the creation of artificial humans date back to a long time ago, which is far beyond modern medical methods."

Suddenly, a strange man's voice came from behind everyone: "For example, Frankenstein, and some artificial humans kept by the magician's family... It's just that this method is still too rough. If we let it go like this, A forced circuit would quickly drain the life of this child, even if the birth was successful."

There was a hissing sound like a snake spitting out a letter in the voice, but it was very familiar to Steve and James.

"Mr. Crawley!"

They were surprised: "Why did you appear here!"

"I said when I left that we were going back to England."

The devil took off his black-rimmed sunglasses, revealing his golden snake eyes: "I remember... this is England?"