[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

The end of the war was accompanied by the discharge of a large number of soldiers.Many people became wounded on the battlefield, and some even suffered from PTSD. Post-war psychological counseling and medical follow-up are imminent, but this has nothing to do with the Roaring Commando or even Lindell himself.

He looks extremely healthy, and his height is nearly [-] centimeters taller, and so far, there is no human being on the earth who can really solve the psychological problems of goblins-this must involve religion, occultism and many composite disciplines .

And in this world, humans who understand this no longer exist.

"Sorry, Lindell, your current situation is quite special, and considering that you have been publicizing it before, you are one of the participants in the super soldier transformation plan..."

Ms. Carter had a somewhat embarrassing and apologetic expression, and she couldn't say what she said: "Now, as you know, the only super soldier is actually... So, if the public knows that there are still living successes in this world case, we will definitely find a way to request that Dr. Erskine's research results be replicated as much as possible..."

"So you need to change your identity, right?"

Lindell looked into the other person's eyes and looked easy to talk: "It's okay, there are many people with this name anyway."

And because his own aging rate will be many times slower than that of humans, if he wants to survive in human society, he needs to change his identity every once in a while.

"So if you don't mind, Lyndell Carter, the middle name can be decided by yourself... The identity is set as my distant relative, and your social insurance information will be handed over. If non-military high-level officials check it, only Show fake content."

The other party looked at him hesitantly: "What do you think?"

"I have no doubts, ma'am."

Lindell said in that straightforward tone, "Lindell Grant Carter, that's fine."

The other party suddenly fell silent, as if Lindell's words suddenly touched some indescribable corner. Ms. Carter worked hard for a while before she pulled a smile and said yes, your new identity information will be processed soon.

They all knew who "Grant" was as a middle name.

So the super soldier Lindell died in the war, which became a piece of history like Steve Rogers. After the war, people put flowers in the barrel of the gun, built a museum to commemorate the war, and eulogized the rare peace.Most of Steve's original relics, which were not many, became exhibits in the exhibition hall. Ms. Carter once asked him with a worried expression if he wanted to keep something. Lindell thought about it and took away the one full of illustrations. sketchbook.

"If the content here is made public, it will be more troublesome for you."

He said: "It's good that the fictional reformed soldier Lindell died with history, and this form that is completely different from human beings should not be exhibited."

His demeanor was submissive, with a humble and distant politeness that seemed strange even to Peggy Carter.

"...Aren't you going to keep one or two more as souvenirs?"

"We are different from humans. Our memory ability is very coherent and clear, and we don't need to rely on objects as reminders."

Lindell shook his head: "If it's to look at something to prevent myself from forgetting, I don't need to do this extra thing... I don't have the concept of 'commemoration or remembrance' other than that."

"Ah, by the way, sketches drawn with pencils will fade faster than memory, can I trouble you to do plastic sealing?"

In the first year after the war, Captain America became the most admired hero of all people at that time.

His story has been compiled into various versions, and even the story of the Roaring Commando was written as a biographical novel or reportage. At that time, some of the soldiers who participated in the training at the same time were interviewed on TV. In front of the camera, he tried hard to recall, saying, "He was a short guy who worked so hard that it was hard to ignore."

He was made into a sticker and appeared on children's stationery boxes; the red and blue interlaced round shield was made into a bookmark, which was sold in stores and was quite popular.

Lindell's sniper gun without a scope has fulfilled its historical mission and was also sent to the museum for display. People were deeply astonished by the recoil of this gun, and discussed with each other if it was used by ordinary people, if it is a resistance On the shoulder, it might be able to crush the scapula.

Like most soldiers returning from the battlefield, he received a resettlement fee, even a little more than ordinary soldiers.Lindell originally planned to use the money to buy an apartment in Long Island, New York as a residence—after all, that street in Brooklyn has become a check-in place for Captain America’s holy land tour, and there is no way to live there—but the notice from the military stopped it again he.

This time he was communicating with a bald black man who was blind in one eye.They sat down in a coffee shop, and Fury ordered a series of snacks for himself, piled up on the table, and Lindell had a glass of Coke in front of him, which was right as a decoration.

"Although we have met but I guess you don't remember...you can call me Nicholas Fury[1]."

The other party introduced himself like this.

"I've seen a man who looks like you, but has one more eye. Is that your brother?"

Lindell asked.

"…………that's me!"

Fury began to feel that talking to this guy would blow him up one day: "It's not that I want to lose an eye on the battlefield... Forget it, it doesn't matter, anyway, I work for the Strategic Intelligence Service, like you Ex-soldiers in 'special circumstances', I don't recommend living with ordinary people."

Lindell narrowed his eyes. This person should be regarded as an officer, but he only listened to Steve's instructions during the meeting. Others were at best a communicator who could issue orders. He didn't even look straight at him.As a result, all the contempt of the past has become the trouble now. Lindell struggled to think and think in his head, as if he was still involved in the "ICBM" operation, there was such a person among the commanders at that time.

"Are you suggesting I leave America?"

He asked: "It is not impossible for the UK to stay."

Crowley said that the interior of the clock tower in England is the stronghold of humans on the mysterious side. He also has an informant or two serving in the clock tower. If necessary, these people are more accepting of non-human beings than ordinary humans. many.

"Uh, no no, of course it's not that exaggerated..."

Fury quickly said: "I hope you can continue to help us as an agent. Of course, the salary is considerable and the benefits are complete, and the residence is spacious enough. After the war, the CIA is short of people. Several former members of the Roaring Commando plan to go there. side."

Lindell frowned, and when he was thinking, there was a burst of cheerful and sharp music around him. It was a recently released radio drama, OOC, which made people hide their faces, called "The Adventures of Captain America".

You see, he thought, "The Adventures of Rogers" was subject to such fabrications and distortions before it was even published.With various soundtracks, they will become stories sung in the streets and alleys, with fabricated and distorted narrations, and finally turned into the common memories of a generation, diving into the deep sea of ​​group consciousness.

"Or at least, accept a certain degree of supervision. Of course, it would be great if you would like to come to work with us."

Fury discussed: "Of course, other plans are not impossible to discuss... What other good places do you have?"

After all, if the goblin in full form is left alone, he can quickly kill most of the residents of Brooklyn with his work efficiency. Such a character may be a useful weapon in war, but he himself does not have such a high moral standard. Lost the only remaining restraint... Lindell read such information from the other party's eyes.

"Ok."

He said the resignation was so unbelievable to Fury: "Then go to the CIA."

Fury, who had prepared a long list of persuasive content, was speechless.

"By the way... where does Ms. Carter work?"

"Strategic Scientific Reserve (Strategic Scientific Reserve), referred to as SSR, is also a similar institution, if you want to go there."

Fury recited the name without hesitation, and he knew the last whereabouts of their group of members related to the Roaring Commando.

"Never mind."

Lindell thanked Bumin: "I always feel that the name SSR will appear in some strange place in the future."

"Hmm... is this the elf's intuition?"

"No, it's just a random guess."

There are indeed some familiar faces in the CIA, but they have a normal relationship with Lindell, such as Fury, who was previously used as a background board in the conference room, and Colonel Phillips.

The environment of his staff dormitory is really good, surrounded by fountains and small gardens, huge floor-to-ceiling windows can be seen outside the window, the building is open, and you can clearly enjoy the sunset.

"You need to apply in advance to keep a cat or a dog. You can pick up goldfish, hamsters and the like. You can bring up anything else you need, and it's the same if you want to learn anything... It seems that you haven't taken your driver's license yet. You can't drive in the United States. "

Fury wandered around the room and found nothing lacking: "There are no fixed working hours, we will have a liaison here to contact you, and you should not be asked to do too complicated intelligence tasks... probably They are all parts related to mysticism."

"It's okay to keep animals, they die too fast for me."

Lindell shook his head: "There is nothing special to add."

The content of his work was lackluster compared to that during the war. Most of the time, he was used as a very sensitive lie detector.Compared with the timeless and inaccurate equipment, the goblin's keen perception allows him to accurately judge lies.

The CIA agents who know the details also maintain awe of him, but that's all.Everyone politely said things like "I'll trouble you to check this interrogation again", "It's hard work after work", and so on. As for the dinner and reception after the whole day's work, they obviously didn't take this connection into consideration. Peers of different species are counted as homogeneous.

He doesn't need to eat, and can use magic power instead of breathing in the absence of oxygen. He doesn't need to sleep for a long time, and he can see through those hypocritical but necessary social rhetoric and lies at a glance, even with awe and awe in his heart. Thank you, it's really not relaxing to get along with each other.

In the second year after the end of World War II, many people suffered a belated reckoning.

War criminals went to military courts one after another, and major research institutions in the United States restarted their work. However, Howard Stark was brutally charged with treason at this time.

Why Lindell didn’t figure out exactly why, although after becoming an adult fairy, his judgment of human emotions has become much more sensitive and slender, but this kind of profound twists and turns is too embarrassing.

No reason can be inferred from the news related to Howard.Lindell had a thick stack of newspapers in his hand, Truman signed the 1946 Atomic Energy Act, and planned to establish the Brookhaven National Laboratory on Long Island, New York...these are all things that are too complicated to understand.

After the charges became effective, Howard was nowhere to be seen.

The CIA didn't restrict him much, and he was very free at work. Lindell even found time to apply for a driving school as a relative of Ms. Carter - Crowley liked driving very much, so he planned to try it himself.

A radio play about Captain America was playing on the car radio. Lindell listened to it for 2 minutes, and finally turned it off in disgust.

"Aren't you going to practice today?"

The driving school instructor had a good impression of him—a polite and smart young man who can learn everything quickly: "Usually you will try to drive for a while."

"Someone is waiting for me."

Lindell pointed outside, and a tall man in a suit and leather shoes took off his hat and bowed to him: "Today must be a little earlier."

"Hey, it's rare to see you have a friend appointment."

The coach waved his hand: "I wish you a good weekend!"

"...It can only be a troublesome weekend."

Lindell catered and walked up to the man, who saluted him with a respectful and humble attitude: "Edwin Jarvis is Mr. Howard's butler."

"...So why did you come to me?"

Lindell asked.

"As you know, the news recently has not been positive."

Jarvis said: "He is not in the United States now, and I hope you can provide him with some assistance in terms of personal safety."

"...It's okay, but I've only joined the CIA for a few months and I'm going to skip work?"

"I'll give you reasonable holiday formalities, and I guess Mr. Fury won't mind - in fact, as long as your itinerary is traceable on some level, they're more than willing to turn a blind eye to it." Eye."

Jarvis said, "There are no laws yet on how humans should treat goblins."

In September of the same year, the U.S. government passed the paperclip program and began to recruit German scientists in batches.

Lindell was in Buenos Aires, Argentina at this time, sitting on a deck chair in the port store, holding a cup of hot cocoa with Howard.

No matter how you look at it, it is impossible to connect this young man with long blond hair with a dangerous mysterious creature.

"It looks good now, but with the opening of the Panama Canal, this place will only get poorer and poorer."

Stark pointed Jiang Shan while toasting: "Not suitable for investment."

Since Lindell turned a deaf ear to it, his investment proclamation seemed a bit out of date.

"Hmm, so although you are indeed hired as a bodyguard, can't you treat it as a vacation?"

Howard complained: "The salary and quality of life have not treated you badly."

"Obviously you have made so much effort, and now you are accused of treason, can you still enjoy your vacation in such a leisurely way?"

Lindell asked: "Ms. Peggy said that their side and Jarvis have become a mess."

"This kind of thing happens often, and it's not impossible to solve it."

Howard stretched his waist: "When the group of wooden heads realize that no matter how many German scientists they recruit, they will not be as useful as me alone. They will know what to do."

The square not far away is crowded with tourists, white pigeons fly up and down, and tourists are constantly feeding them with bait.Freshly caught fish are drying in the harbor market, which is full of vitality.The waves pushed and rushed towards the shore, rolling up layers of white foam.

Surrounded by pleasant emotions, Lindell squinted his eyes comfortably under the sun, and even the air was filled with the sweetness of hot cocoa, whether he drank it into his stomach or not, he would feel ironed.

This is Buenos Aires, untouched by war, with a cool climate and high skies.

"If that person is here—"

Howard couldn't help saying.

“I’d say, ‘This is a great picture for framing’. "

Lindell picked up naturally.

None of them uttered the much-memorized name, but it is now such a household name that it is known all over the world.Lindell slumped in the recliner and swayed slightly, holding a pebble in his hand. He looked bored, but in fact, as long as anyone with the intention of killing Howard appeared, he could use this stone to penetrate the opponent's temple.

Before his transformation, grenades could be thrown 150 meters. Now with the blessing of magic power, let alone a stone, even a sharpened pencil can be used as a weapon.

"Hey, let's take a group photo."

Howard said suddenly.

"What? You only paid me to be a bodyguard, you didn't say you wanted me to play around with you—"

"Don't be so preoccupied, keeping photos is an important way for human beings to remember."

Howard snorted him up from the recliner without fear, stretched out his hand to copy the arm of the goblin youth, and pushed him to a nearby vendor who took pictures of tourists: "Even if you can remember everything, for me to take a picture Photos are also important memories.”

Like when the Howling Commandos were formed?Lindell blinked.

That's right, that's it.Howard forcibly hugged the young man who was as tall as himself. The other party's eyes did not look at the camera, but turned somewhere outside the camera, probably looking at a flying seagull.It’s just that this level of cooperation is enough. This kind of picture was finally frozen into a black and white photo. Howard and Lindell each saved a copy, stamped on the back with the unique seal of tourist attractions: September [-], Buenos Aires.

The young man in the black-and-white photo has light-colored hair, which even turns gray in the sun.He was wearing a double-breasted trench coat that was close to that of Aziraphale back then, holding a pebble in one hand, and looked no different from an ordinary person.

The waves froze behind him, Howard raised his beard, and he didn't feel depressed at all when he was convicted of treason. Lindell doubted that this man would continue to be so high-spirited all his life.

This is his first photo after the war.