[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

Mutants - This is a general term for humans with special powers.

Unlike magic and occultism, this is not an acquired ability.Charles has reason to infer that mutants may have subtle differences from ordinary humans at the genetic level. Some of their special abilities will show abnormalities at birth, and some will gradually appear after puberty. Generally speaking, they belong to the rare minority among human beings.

"I realized that I was different from other human children when I was very young."

He said, "That's why I went to university in such a hurry because I wanted to find out the reasons for these differences. As a result, there are no particularly effective inferences until now."

"So you're saying that Eric is also a mutant, and his skill at manipulating metal is his special ability as a mutant?"

Lindell asked.

"Is there any other way to do this besides mutants?"

Charles asked with interest.

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Lindell didn't explain directly, but stretched out an index finger and pointed at the compartment, so the briefcase on the passenger seat floated up unsteadily, and fell down again after turning around in the car.

This is a very short, one-bar spell—of course, the original spell was not so short, and it can be cast anytime, anywhere after learning the skill of high-speed chanting.

"Gravity operation, a technique that many mages can use."

Lindell introduced: "Depending on each person's magic power and proficiency, the quality of objects that can move is also different, and it is not limited to metal."

"Wow, that sounds really good, can I learn this?"

"I'm afraid you can't."

Lindell glanced at him, "You don't have a magic circuit on your body, so magic power (od) can't circulate in your body."

"Oh, that sounds like a pity."

In fact, Charles himself didn't have any regrets. He didn't think he could learn magic easily in the first place.As a mutant who can theoretically listen to the voices of all human beings, he has heard about Weissandi and those mystics—after all, on this earth where spiritual abilities are omnipotent, human beings who can use magic to implement spiritual barriers are indeed rare. many.

The two chatted for a while, and finally the car stopped in front of the castle in Westchester.It has always been maintained by hired people. Although it looks like it has gone through a few years, it is still alive.Many people came and went in and out of the building, poking their heads and looking curiously at the newcomers brought back by Charles.

Obviously, it wasn't the first time that the other party picked someone up here.

"What's your name?"

There were already children circling him curiously: "What are your mutant abilities?"

"Are you new here? Have you selected your room? If not, you can live next door to me!"

There were also people who came to show kindness.

"My name is Lyndall, Lyndall Carter."

The goblin youth replied: "Mutant ability... there is no such thing. I am not a mutant."

"Then what are you doing here?"

The children yelled.

"Okay, don't pester the newcomers around like this, you—"

A man with a familiar face walked down the stairs, and was obviously taken aback when he saw the person coming.

"Lindel?"

"Eisenhart."

Lindell recognized it instantly.

He's grown quite a bit, wears an oversized hoodie, and looks like he's just been exercising.

"Now it's Eric."

The other party smiled: "I really didn't expect that Charles could get you here."

"What doubts do you have about me? Although the abilities of mutants cannot affect the brains of non-human beings, it is not impossible to do anything simply by using social means."

The young professor standing beside him raised his chin with a triumphant expression: "And I also want to see what the person in your impression looks like now."

He is a member of the Roaring Commando, one of the soldiers who fought against Hydra in World War II, a teammate of Captain America, and an inhuman creature who has single-handedly rushed into the enemy's line countless times.

"But it's surprising that you couldn't read his mind."

Eric said, "I thought you'd be fine as long as it was something that could think."

"It's not enough to say that... For example, the artificial intelligence in science fiction can also have basic thinking ability, but I can't read their thoughts through transistors and the Internet anyway? The same is true for goblins, If the basic thinking patterns are different, it’s like two incompatible operating systems... Well, you can’t fully understand it.”

Charles searched for a circle of metaphors in his mind with some trouble: "If there are aliens in this world, do you think I can read their thoughts?"

"... To be honest, I really can't guarantee it."

Eric shrugged: "So, what did you call this guy for?"

"Because Lindell is an agent of the CIA, I hope to have a channel for normal dialogue with the official—as a mutant, a channel for dialogue with ordinary humans."

Charles talked eloquently: "Lindell's situation is a good example. He is not a human being himself but lives in a human society. He survives as a human being at the cost of moderate supervision, and he can always maintain peace. Running around. If possible, I hope that the mutant group can also receive similar treatment and have the opportunity to use their own power."

He pitched his idea to Lindell—an as-yet-unestablished school, the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters.He hopes that there will be a shelter for mutants in this world. Many people's mutant abilities are awakened in adolescence, which is itself the most sensitive and unstable stage. become a disaster.

"Not everyone accepts extra supervision, Charles."

Eric frowned: "Although I don't know why Lindell maintains this state-but if you want Ruiwen and the others to do the same, some of those children must not accept it, and if you put this condition If it is extended to mutants in the whole world, the variables will be even greater."

"At least one direction to refer to, Eric, is better than doing nothing, at least it won't make the situation worse, and thousands of children will be bullied by everyone around them during adolescence Malicious, if there were any special institution available to such children, at least their lives would be easier."

"But that's impossible. You, and me, people like us are the few anomalies in the whole world. Would you like a human being who can kill you in a second to be your neighbor? ?”

Eric raised his voice: "If most people in this world really know your ability and know that you can invade anyone's brain without hindrance, even politicians and heads of state can be easily controlled— How do you think they will treat you?"

He took a deep breath: "In the end, Lindell can live well in the human world. The reason is the same as yours in the past, that is, most people don't know his abnormality at all."

"I am because."

Lindell sat on the high window sill holding the snacks stuffed for him by someone who didn't know. Nasty guys, they'll die soon too, so it's less of a concern."

Eric: "..."

Although it sounds right, the idea is really Buddhist.

A woman with curly hair came over and shrugged at Lindell: "Look, they are like this, they can quarrel with each other with just a few words, and the relationship is so damn good."

"I can understand this. You can see that although they are arguing with each other, there is no hostility."

"It's interesting, I've observed something similar in some human families," Lindell said.

Raven: "...what occasion, husband and wife?"

Charles coughed dryly: "Riwen."

"I'm just giving an example."

Riven shrugged: "There is no extended meaning-you agreed not to read my thoughts."

"Not husband and wife."

Lindell didn't understand what they were saying, and he announced the answer with great candor: "I mean, father and son."

—Even Eric coughed violently this time.

"Don't you care about humans?"

Charles looked at him: "So it doesn't matter how they treat you?"

"I just don't mind living undercover, my adoptive parents have been doing it for 6000 years, there's no reason I can't do it myself."

Lindell said: "But your problem is—"

He looked into those light-colored eyes: "I think not all mutants can maintain patience and restraint. If a spark ignites on dry wood, it will cause a raging and inextinguishable fire." Bar."

Humans are timid creatures.

Not everyone can be brave, and it is because brave human beings are so rare that they are celebrated as heroes all over the world.

Asking himself, Lindell felt that if he was surrounded by creatures that could easily kill him, and he couldn't figure out whether the other party was malicious, he would be very reluctant to stay around these guys-this is why he left the goblins. One of the reasons for the township.At that time, his power was too weak, he could barely maintain his own energy body, and the social relationship of goblins was quite isolated. According to the law of the jungle, it was safer to stay in the human world.

Later, he meets Aziraphale and Crowley, living as their adopted son under the oath.

And then... everything seemed to be a habit.

He habitually survives as an agent and performs cia tasks, and how many of these tasks are beyond the reach of human physical capabilities and require his strength, Lindell does not intend to go into detail.The strong are feared and alienated, this is one of the rules of the world, as for being strong and loved by everyone...

How could someone make such a foul.

He raised his eyes and looked at the mutant professor in front of him: "What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know much about the official movement. If possible, if I want to cooperate with CIA to a limited extent, I may need you to introduce it."

He said: "It's okay if you find it difficult. I want to contact you mainly because... well, I also want to ask you to help with some security work. I heard that you can read the malicious intentions of human beings. I want to know if there is a way to use A similar approach to building a line of defense to protect this future school for mutant children."

A magic workshop, Lindell thought, but no magician lived there.

Fortunately, the location of this building is not bad. Although Westchester's land veins are not abundant, it can barely support this consumption, but...

"It takes money."

Lindell remembered the group of mages in the New York Temple who were struggling on the poverty line: "Magic materials are generally not very cheap."

Charles and Eric looked at each other, the latter grinning like a shark.

"To be honest, it's troublesome not being able to read your heart. Your expression just now made me think that a lot of lives would be filled in."

Charles couldn't help but make a joke: "It turned out to be just spending money, which sounds like rounding up and paying nothing."

Oh, another rich man, Lindell thought numbly, the person who can leave such a large piece of land is definitely not an ordinary person.

After the money problem is solved, what remains is a very simple outsourcing contract and employment relationship.

Lindell approached Gu Yi, briefly described Charles' needs, emphasizing that they had no intention of studying the occult, they just wanted something like a security door that could be used to call the police, and the monitoring set foot on this land human hostility.This is not difficult to do in the field of mysticism. The trouble is that most human magicians must strictly keep their secrets. In theory, such knowledge should not be released to the outside world.

So on a fine afternoon, in the small garden of a castle in Westchester, a mage in cloth robes ushered in.

"I have prepared a contract."

Charles took out the project outsourcing clause that he had checked several times, which was absolutely legal and well-conceived: "I will never reveal the secrets of you mages."

Iker Casillas, who was in charge of running the errands, declined the other party expressionlessly. He wrapped several layers of defensive spells on his own thinking, with a cold and alienated attitude: "Paper contracts are useless to us, ordinary people Our laws are just as useless in the eyes of mages, and what we need is something else... a 'vow'."

"Well, it sounds like a fantasy story...so what should I do?"

Charles asked with interest.

"People who don't have magical powers can't make a vow, so the question is whether there are powerful wizards willing to vouch for you."

Casillas' voice paused: "So, what the Supreme One asked me to come is that as the mage of Vissandi and your guarantor—that is, Lindell made a magic oath, if any of you reveal the secret If so, he will act as an agent to take the lead in eliminating the harm caused by the mysterious leak."

"Uh, I didn't expect it to be such a complicated process... May I ask first, what exactly do you mean by 'clearing'?"

Charles frowned.

"It's the meaning you understand, in the physical sense."

Casillas said: "If you try to reveal the secrets of the protection here and Visandi, Lindell has the responsibility to clear all relevant memories of that person as soon as possible."

"..."

Charles breathed a sigh of relief visibly with the naked eye: "I thought you were going to kill someone when you said that, to be honest, it's easy to gasp when talking to people on the mysterious side like you, and Lindell basically doesn't need to do this kind of thing , it will be more efficient if I do it myself.”

"That doesn't make sense."

Casillas glanced at the man in front of him with complicated eyes, and finally explained: "It doesn't matter whether it's you or me. Human life is short, but the effectiveness of the magic workshop can even be passed down for hundreds of years, so it lasts for a hundred years. The long-term vow (vow) must be borne by similar long-lived species, as for how to implement it, that is your business."

Presidents will change, human beings will experience birth, old age, sickness and death, armistice agreements will be torn up, and promises will be broken.

People will die.

Lindell thought, obviously this is an inherent characteristic of human beings, part of natural selection, why the death of that person is still regrettable.

It was still that afternoon when the weather was fine, Lindell stretched out his hand, traced Casillas' movements, and used magic power to draw a complicated magic circle in the air.

"As the representative of the Supreme Being, I swear on her behalf."

Casillas said.

"I swear, as the .

Lindell said.

The magic flows in the air, bypasses the gardens and nurseries, and finally turns into particles of light that ride the wind. If a photographer describes this scene, it must feel very artistic. Charles Xavier is sitting under a parasol Bystanders are witnesses to this oath.

As Party B who collects money to do things, the efficiency of the mages is very fast. Two weeks later, they brought a huge wall clock to replace the one that was originally placed in the hall.

"It's not going to tell the time."

The mages said: "When an intruder enters this area, it will ring. If the area of ​​influence... probably goes to the end of your lawn. Usually there is nothing to maintain. If there is a shutdown one day, ask Lindell to come and find it. Let's do it."

"Well, thank you very much, if you want me to say, magic is really amazing..."

Charles was very satisfied with this magic dress, and he spent the money readily. The mages who made a fortune also felt in a good mood. Generally speaking, this cooperation can be said to be a win-win situation.

On that day, Charles very enthusiastically wanted to stay with Lindell for another dinner, and the latter readily agreed.The food here is pretty good, but Charles and Eric had another fight at the dinner table, and the surrounding onlookers were very used to it, and it was just the background sound of eating.

With a clear face, Lindell commented that it really looked like a chaotic father-son relationship. Ruiwen, who was drinking milk, spat out and asked him who the father was.

"Is this the point, Rui Wen? The point is that there is something wrong with his anthropology!"

Charles looked shocked: "Now I finally know why Casillas always said that goblins are fundamentally different from humans, right Eric."

The latter wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at Lindell and asked slowly, "...so who do you think is the father?"

"—Eric?!"

The author has something to say: Would you like to have someone who can casually kill you in a second by your side every day?

I don't know, I guess maybe not so willing.

...But it's so strange, he really did that back then.