[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

On the same day, Lindell skipped a whole day's shift and broke into the headquarters of SSR directly, got into the laboratory, took Howard Stark's arm, and forcibly dragged him out of the computer in full view.Howard was staggered by him while complaining, saying that his face for several years would be lost in one day today, and at the same time couldn't help asking in a low voice what made him so angry.

"Don't tell me you don't know about Dugan!"

Lindell approached the innocent face with a mustache, and gritted his teeth: "Which one of you encouraged him to participate in this kind of experiment—"

"Oh, that one."

Howard Stark rubbed the back of his head with an expression of "I see". Unfortunately, human social rhetoric and micro-expressions are useless to him. Lindell's golden eyes stared at each other, and he must ask questions from his mouth. Find out.

"Well, that's right, it was indeed his own idea—"

In the end, the popular arms dealer in New York surrendered with his hands up, and was forced into a corner by Lindell: "We intend to establish a brand new organization, but because we are still in the conception stage, we didn't explain it to you in advance... Originally I plan to invite you to join in the future.”

"What does that have to do with Dugan's situation?"

"He will be the mainstay of this organization. It is the most reliable method in this world to store a large number of secrets in human memory instead of any paper documents or data carriers."

Howard said, "Original human memory itself will change over time, but the memory after being uploaded to the cloud will not-he will always be the member of the Roaring Commando in your impression, and now we urgently A role like this is needed."

He looked into Lindell's eyes without fear: "This is also Timothy Dugan's own wish."

Copy your own memory over and over again, activate the next one after one body is killed, and so on and on, never-ending, under the condition that the body will not collapse, this plan will continue until the soul is exhausted, even If the soul cannot carry such a huge amount of information, then delete the redundant information and start all over again.

——This is not even immortality, because the real Damm Dugan is already dead in an ethical sense, and there is no room for change from the first duplicated body stepping out of the cultivation tank.

And that day, in the vast and boundless sea, the other party pulled a broken right leg, and said with a smile on his face that he had already made up his mind.

Howard Stark sighed.

"Of course, I wanted to stop him at first... But he said that since someone is willing to die for peace without hesitation, then he is also willing to live for a long time for this purpose."

Incomprehensible.

Lindell froze in place, feeling that his brain could not handle such an abnormal amount of information, but there were indeed more than one. Human beings made such a choice, and Mage Ancient One was one of them.

But—as the name suggests, the other party is a mage, and he is also the strongest mage from the origin of Weishandi, but Timothy Dugan, to put it bluntly, is just an ordinary person.

No super physical strength, no quadruple strength, no Eric's ability to move metal, and of course no magic, except that the piloting skills of the plane are better than the pilots of the same period, and even the performance of the brain should not be as good as Howard .

But he chose to give up all the possibilities of the future in his life, confining his soul between transistors and petri dishes, tossing and turning in one artificial body after another with a service life of no more than ten years, and embarking on a battle with the naked eye. A journey with no end in sight.

It's human too, he thought.

The next time we met, Dugan invited Lindell to take a photo with him, saying that this was his new starting point.The two people in the photo appear to be about the same age, one with long hair tied back and the other with short, curly red hair.

In the summer of the tenth year after World War II, Lindell received the marriage news from Ms. Carter.

This is definitely considered a late marriage among human beings, and the other party is also a member of SSR.When Lindell arrived at the wedding scene with the bouquet, he could tell the happiness in the other party's eyes without looking around.

"My name is Daniel, a professional investigator of ssr."

The other party reached out and shook Lindell's hand lightly, with a smile in his eyes. One of his legs was equipped with a prosthesis. It is said that the femur was shattered by a stray bullet in World War II, but such pain did not prevent him from becoming a A qualified detective, even if his combat ability is not outstanding, is still a member of the SSR by virtue of his extraordinary wisdom and judgment.

"Lindell...a CIA agent."

The golden-haired goblin hesitated for a moment, and finally revealed his social identity. His eyes looked straight into the other's eyes, but the clear and wide field of vision as a goblin made him look at the prosthetic leg. It was crystal clear.

"I know you, Peggy said you were his distant nephew."

The man smiled: "Say you and us are colleagues, maybe one day we can work together."

Lindell: "..."

He has changed from a distant relative to a nephew, and his seniority has descended again and again.

It seems that there are already too many people asking. Before Lindell took the initiative to mention it, he stretched out his suit trousers and introduced himself: "Look, this is also thanks to Howard, an honorary product of Stark Industries. , the special alloy simulates the density of human bones, and with this leg, I can even run five kilometers.”

The leg had a metallic sheen, fake muscles hanging from the edge of the simulated bone, and for some reason, it wasn't covered with artificial skin like other prosthetics on the market.

This is the second time Lindell has been invited to a wedding, but the last time seems to have been a long time ago, when he jumped from a truck full of roses and was surrounded by a crowd of well-wishers , but escaped halfway, took the bottle to fill the holy water-the memory of the inhuman creature made these scenes seem like yesterday.

The wedding was very simple, not too many people were invited, and most of the faces were familiar to Lindell over the years.He has not aged at all in the past ten years, and it is a tacit secret among CIA and SSR agents. When the bell rang, white pigeons flew past outside the church. Lindell squinted his eyes and looked at the stained glass windows , the sunlight casts dappled light and shadows under the buildings.

None of them are devout Christians, and the wedding in the church was just a formality. After a short vow, they finally returned to a lawn.

After the relatives and friends who came to congratulate were basically gone, Peggy came to Lindell's side, and looked at this old friend who hadn't changed in appearance for ten years with nostalgic eyes.

She remembered his initial appearance, like a juvenile boy with narrow shoulders and thin arms, tied loosely in the training uniform, blowing to and fro in the wind.At that time, Captain America himself was just an inconspicuous short young man. The two of them each occupied an extreme, and they supported half of the talking topics in the training camp.

"In fairy tales, people like you will give blessings to others at such moments."

Carter blinked at Lindell: "Aren't you going to say something at this time?"

The identity of the Lindell goblin has not been made public, so this question is quite reserved.In the fairy tale, the fairy godmother gave Cinderella the glass slipper to go to happiness, but many children will bear the witch's prophecy or blessing when they are born. Lindell did not have this ability in the past, but this time, he encouraged Gritting his teeth, he thought for a long time before reaching out his index finger and middle finger and tapping Peggy's forehead lightly.

"You in the future will die peacefully."

He declared: "No sickness, no pain, no bad things—"

The end of your life should be like a peaceful lake.

The human body cannot feel the magic power, but the invisible waves surround the grassland. The weather is clear and windless, and the white flowers on the grassland are still swaying in the magic power.

Immediately afterwards, the human pupils turned into elf pupils. He opened his mouth, he seemed to be hesitating between singing in a frequency band that humans could hear or directly speaking in fairy language. I was going to say something but I forgot the words after I opened my mouth.

Amused by her own inference, Peggy laughed out loud.

Lindell: "..."

He glanced at the other party with complicated emotions, and finally opened his mouth slightly, and sang in a low voice at a frequency that humans cannot hear, his movements were restrained and slight, like a person whispering to himself.

The magic power diffuses, weaves into cumbersome magic formulas in a dimension that cannot be observed by human naked eyes, and finally turns into a blessing that descends on fate.

In fact, this kind of "blessing" magic is quite inaccurate, and the effect is also slight. In the past gods, it was at most a way to get a lottery when a baby was baptized. From the meaning of occultism, it means being blessed The fate of the other party is slightly deflected in the predetermined direction, but in the mysterious and twilight of today, the so-called "blessing of the fairy" has become like a fairy tale reflected in reality.

"I wanted to wish you good health or a longer life, but after thinking about it, I still feel that..."

The thin lips opened and closed up and down, and the Adam's apple twitched, "Sure enough, I still think this is more suitable for you."

"That sounds like the best of wishes, Lindell."

Peggy gave Lindell a light hug. This hug was fleeting, and only the blond goblin noticed the flashing scent of compound perfume on her body.

"Although I don't have as magical power as you, I also hope that you will be able to obtain happiness."

"I don't understand the definition of happiness."

Lindell said: "This is too subjective, and every human being interprets it differently."

"I hope this kind of life will continue—probably this is happiness."

Peggy said: "Your time is longer than ours, so one day you will understand."

"probably."

Lindell didn't dwell too much on the subject: "When is your organization going to be established?"

"It won't take long for you."

In No. 13 years after the end of World War II, Lindell was blocked by a high-spirited university professor.

After he spoke German fluently, he turned to Greek, and then he aimed at Sanskrit-no one else, probably because of the geographical location, Kama Taj has a lot of Sanskrit books, and this group of people Every day when I do morning class, the sound of reading is very loud.

Lindell once protested the noise problem, and in exchange for a silencing spell from Casillas, the high-ranking paraplegic but gifted mage said calmly, or Senior Lindell would try it too, if he could understand it, maybe You won't feel noisy.

The decibel of the sound will not change due to the change of the content - Lindell retorted, but he has to say that Sanskrit did arouse his interest.It is difficult to find a teacher for such a small language among the small languages, and it is no longer a common language. Even Indians may not be able to speak fluently. In the end, he applied for relevant courses at the university, and quickly became a CIA agent. got passed.

The old professor in charge of teaching Sanskrit is also very researched in this field. This language is like Greek and Latin behind English, and it is the root and source of Hindi in India today.There is a copy of "Bhagavad Gita" on his bookshelf, and he greets Lindell with a smile every week during class.

"Are you here today?"

He watched as Lindell pulled out a muffin and two chocolate donuts from a paper bag: "I bring treats every week."

Maintaining the necessary social interaction is part of human social life, Lindell thought with a straight expression, but said something completely different: "I always think this cake shop in Brooklyn is delicious."

"Oh yes, it's a pity that it's too far away from us."

The other party took one of them in agreement: "That's an old shop that has been around for nearly 20 years. The shop owner said in the news that Captain America used to eat dim sum at his house when he was a child."

Lindell paused slightly for taking the muffin's hand, and then let it go without hindrance.

"Listen to his nonsense, at that time he was... He should still be an apprentice in the cake shop."

"Ahaha, you really understand clearly, but what I want to talk about today is not this--I have a colleague who teaches in another college and heard that cia agents are learning Sanskrit here, so I am very grateful to you Interested in meeting you."

The old professor pushed his glasses and said, "Can you take the time to appreciate it?"

"Well, no problem... when?"

He always has more time than others.

"He's out there."

The other party said: "I have been waiting for you to nod from the beginning."

So Lindell turned around and saw a young professor pushing the door out.

At first he heard that he was a colleague of the professor in front of him. He thought that the other party should be over 50 years old. Unexpectedly, the human being in front of him was quite young, with decent curly hair. He introduced himself to Lindell as Charles Ze Vail, who currently teaches in this group of schools.

"Although he is so young, he has already received a doctorate in genetics and psychology."

The old professor in charge of Sanskrit smiled: "Getting a diploma from Harvard University at the age of 16 is not something everyone can do."

Lindell thought, he really doesn't know what degree Howard is... This kind of distracted expression didn't make the other party feel rude. Professor Charles showed the winning expression and invited him to have dinner with him.

"Your home?"

Lindell asked.

"Well...not counting, a piece of land passed down by the family's ancestors."

Charles thought for a while and replied.

After driving all the way to Westchester, Lindell realized how big the "land handed down from his ancestors" was - not to mention the main castle, even the large forest around it was his family's land.

He compared the floor area and exterior decoration of the New York Temple in his mind, and lit a wax for the mystics of Weissandi in his mind.

No wonder their space expansion technique is so proficient.

"You are a little different from what he remembered, so it took a little effort to find you."

Professor Charles said while driving: "And I didn't expect you to be in cia. I thought you would stay with the group of roaring commandos."

"……What do you mean?"

The amount of information in this sentence is too great, and the other party is still very young, which is completely different from the ancient one who knows a lot of content because he has lived for a long time. Nowadays, there are very few human beings who know Lindell's full identity. He pressed his sharp nails against Charles' neck without hesitation.

"During World War II, German concentration camps, human laboratories, and a monster named Wingodi."

Charles continued driving calmly, stopped slowly in front of the red light, and stepped on the accelerator after the light turned green: "You saved a child in a concentration camp."

As if worried that the other party would forget these details, Charles Xavier deliberately strengthened the impression: "He has the ability to manipulate metal."

"--that is you?"

Lindell was shocked: "It's different from where you are now..."

Of course he remembered that mission. In fact, besides Eric Lanshere, he also encountered humans with strange powers several times during the missions in the past few years. Their abilities have nothing in common, and they are all different. .

"Ahem, of course, that's not me, but I, like him, have some special abilities that ordinary humans don't have."

Charles explained: "I don't know if you have ever heard of the concept of 'mutant'?"