[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

It is said that there is a saying in a certain eastern country, which is called a gentleman talks about his deeds regardless of his heart.

Because if we analyze human thinking, there is a high probability that there will be a lot of evil thoughts in a person's life. Therefore, it is often unreliable to evaluate a person only by thinking.

——Lindell stood in the hall of S.H.I.E.L.D., and when he faced Dr. Zola, he had these words in his heart, so he didn't punch him directly. After all, with his arm strength, he might die with a punch.

"It would be too dystopian to arrest people just because one person had inappropriate thoughts."

In response, Stark shrugged: "Thinking is innocent-but at least now I know you two are not dealing with it."

"It's him who doesn't deal with it unilaterally."

Lindell emphasized: "This person's malice towards me is too great to hide!"

"Honestly, you don't give up too much."

Howard complained: "Zola's research and development project, you have often tripped him up in the cia? I've heard about it, and you said something like 'if Lindell doesn't like who he is, he's going to use his strength'. .”

"It's all because of the weird research he's pushing."

"But speaking of it, you feel the same way, right?"

Howard suddenly restrained his joking attitude: "It's something else hidden under the peace."

"Well, although I can't be very sure... because after all, I can only feel emotions, and human minds can't read them."

Lindell thought for a while and said, "There are quite a lot of humans who are unwilling to be peaceful."

In No. 16, the end of World War II, the situation in Cuba is on the verge of breaking out, and the whole world is on the verge of thermonuclear war.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, Lindell was sent out to perform a mission at that time and was not in the United States.

"That's how it is."

Howard took out a plate of chocolates and waved it in front of Lindell: "We need you to investigate this."

"……chocolate?"

Lindell checked the package up and down, there was nothing unusual, opened it and sniffed it, and finally broke off a piece and put it in his mouth—his body, which is essentially made of real ether, is almost immune to poisoning, unless someone can do it in the food Mosaic curse.

The chocolate tastes good, better than the army rations and the cheap ones I got from Bucky's ten years ago, the mellow sweetness can win anyone's heart...but it's just chocolate, nothing special .

"I think it's just regular chocolate."

Lindell expressed his opinion very sincerely: "Investigating this may not be necessary."

"If you listen to what follows, you won't think so."

An agent shook his head: "The production site of this chocolate company is in Scandinavia. Since five years ago, all employees in the production workshop have been dismissed. In fact, only the factory manager is in control of the entire factory. alone, but the chocolate and sweets of all kinds are still coming out."

"Maybe it's the purchase of a fully automatic production line."

Lindell countered that he now also has a basic understanding of human technology.

"That's impossible, Lindell, a fully automatic production line also needs employees involved in control and quality inspection, or at least a minimum of maintenance personnel, and someone to write PLC programs... Forget it, I said too much, in short , Stark Industries has not realized a fully unmanned automated production workshop, why can a chocolate seller!"

Howard didn't hesitate.

Lindell: "..."

Okay.

Although it makes sense, this statement sounds a bit like nonsense.

"The point is not just here. If a large enterprise wants to survive continuously, it always needs to communicate with the outside world."

The agent who was in charge of this matter before said: "This is especially true in the manufacturing industry, but we have investigated the procurement channels of cocoa beans, the transportation channels of the goods - you must know that this company actually has transnational business - and checked the local Tax records, but no one has an outsider's impression of the business."

"What did the employees who came to file their taxes look like? When did the raw materials be sold? When I came to my senses, the commercial contract had already been signed and the money was left. I had the impression that I signed an agreement with the chocolate company, but No matter how I think about it, I can't recall the face of the worker who came to pick up the goods..."

The detective said: "A company that can sell chocolate all over the world, the local residents have never entered the gate of this factory again. Some of them were even the employees who were fired from this company."

Lindell turned out the wrapping paper again, on which was printed "Wonka's Chocolate, No. [-] in the world" in beautiful cursive fonts.

"Where is the legal representative?"

Lindell asked.

"I have already checked from here. There is no problem with his birth. He is the child of an ordinary dentist. There is no precedent for his ancestors to be contaminated with mystery. Because of the unharmonious family relationship, he has traveled around the world. Although his experience during this period is not very Good research but it can also be found that it should be the period of economic recovery after the end of the war...but after that, when he started selling chocolate, everything was different."

The detective took a sip of water, and it was obvious that this investigation had a great impact on his spirit: "Have you ever seen chocolate that makes people sing a few times after you eat it? He can make this kind of thing. "

Not entirely impossible, but few magicians would be this boring, Lindell thought.

It's a pity that this relatively special variety can only be bought locally, and the ones sold all over the world are relatively normal chocolates, and because the communication technology in this town is not so developed, it has been concealing this level of mystery. up to now.

Later, the founder of the chocolate factory, Willy Wonka, dismissed all the employees, closed the whole factory and established his own independent kingdom. Obviously there is no one employee, but the chocolate is still being produced continuously. , Looking for logistics channels that have nowhere to go, and selling them to all over the world.

It would be fine to sell chocolate all the time, but this company cannot be reasonably supervised in any link, even if the chocolate suddenly becomes some other dangerous product one day, it can be sold logically-this is the problem.

"So in fact, even if this factory looks like nothing, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that there are problems in every link."

Howard crossed his arms: "This time it's an infiltration research mission, considering the impact of your previous infiltration... this time it's really just an investigation."

He paused: "At least from my personal point of view, I hope that after your mission is over, both you and this boss are still alive."

From the perspective of mysticism, there are so many ways to do all this, such as cognitive interference or breath blocking, which can handle everything without anyone noticing. It is really easy for ordinary agents to be confused Hit.

The one who was sent out for investigation was at most level four. After eating a piece of liqueur chocolate, he became drunk and passed out. When he came back to his senses, he was stuffed into the train station and bought a ticket to leave the town. For the ticket, there is a note stuffed in the breast pocket, which says "Don't come again next time!", which makes people think carefully.

"But at least he's still alive, and he hasn't suffered any mental pollution, so I guess they shouldn't have any malicious intentions."

Lindell judged, and stretched out his hand to roll over the eyelids of the unlucky guy: "Memory and cognition have been blocked before, and the technique is very skilled. It should not be the first time to do this, but..."

"But?? Am I not going to live long?!"

The detective was frightened with a grim expression.

"——No, I just feel that this doesn't seem to be the method of a human magician, but rather the method of a goblin."

Lindell glanced at him: "You may have encountered a goblin who knows a little bit of magic, or you may have encountered the protagonist of "The Pied Piper" and unfortunately heard the flute sound with charm... Anyway, this is the case."

When the other party heard this, he rolled his eyes and completely passed out.

First fly, then train, and finally walk.

The concentration of atmospheric magic power in this Nordic town is above the average, but it is still normal and has not exceeded the standard.Lindell hurriedly got off the car with a suitcase in one hand, the huge suitcase seemed light in his hand.

There are posters of "Wonka's Chocolate" everywhere in the local area, and even without him collecting too much information, the business of the chocolate shop is also very prosperous.After a little inquiring, you can know that the currency system here is a bit chaotic, and besides the mark, US dollars are also accepted. After a few years, Lindell realized that this was because the country was facing some serious currency problems at that time. swell.

He took out a ten-mark note: "I want to buy chocolate."

His Finnish language is only a few sentences that he learned in a temporary assault, and the first sentence is "I want to buy chocolate".

"Foreigners? It is enough to speak English, and many people come here to buy chocolates in our small town."

The shop owner seemed very proud: "There are some special varieties, but only our town can buy them!"

It seems that the local residents are not completely unaware of the specialness of this place - but it is not clear whether it is because of the habit of eating... I don't think it involves mystery at all.

"Look, this is chocolate that won't cause tooth decay after eating, but will make teeth whiter. Toffee is added in it."

The shop owner enthusiastically introduced: "It's the first time for a foreigner to come here and don't know what to buy, right? Where did the young man come from?"

"...from New York."

Lindell was a little uncomfortable with this kind of overly enthusiastic sales promotion. He hurriedly bought the recommended types of chocolate, and walked out of the store with a paper bag.As expected, this kind of chocolate that is only sold locally is indeed mixed with things other than chocolate making materials, and the content Lindell is also very familiar with - there should be no other agent in this world who is more familiar than him, this is Fairy's blessing.

The blessing soaked in the food, the blessing flowing in the veins of the earth.

Ah, yes... The young man with long blond hair belatedly measured the ground with his feet. Now that the mystery has faded away, this land is still receiving the protection of fairies.

Wonka's chocolate factory is at the northernmost part of the town, at the end of all the buildings, you can see a huge industrial complex.The door here is closed, and it looks empty from the outside.Lindell didn't bring any video equipment, and most goblins have ways to prevent themselves from being exposed under the camera, and it's obvious that more people's prying eyes are not welcome here.He stood at the door for a while, but no one came out to answer the door, so Lindell made up his mind, made a vertical leap with one hand on the ground, jumped directly from the corner of the wall, and used standard gymnastics to climb over the three-meter-high wall .

The moment you step into this factory, you can feel the abundant and vigorous land veins—far better than the land veins in New York, just like walking before the first year of AD.

Lindell carefully stabilized his magic heart to prevent being discovered. As a creature composed of pure ether body, as long as he is restrained enough, he can keep the magic fluctuations of himself and the leylines in line to prevent being attacked by the magic workshop's defense technique. According to Shi Shi, he vigilantly climbed up the outer wall of the building all the way, and spent half an hour moving to the towering spire little by little in a rock-climbing posture, lying on the skylight and looking down.

In the field of vision is a lush grassland, and a brown viscous river flows on the edge of the grassland. From the perspective of surface tension, it should be liquid chocolate, and the ones sailing in the chocolate river by boat are— —

Lindell narrowed his eyes. He had never imagined that such a huge settlement of goblins existed in this Nordic land.

Goblin species, the specific subdivision is not very clear, the original living habits should be tree-dwelling, living on the treetops of the jungle.Lindell's mind quickly rolled over the categories of these goblins in front of him. Their combat capabilities are not very strong, but they are quite united. There will be crowds.

Lindell would not be so stupid as to be sure that there were only a dozen of these goblins on the ship-in a sense, they were like cockroaches. When they found the first individual, they could be sure that there were hundreds of goblins hiding here. thousand.

Apart from these goblins, there is only one human being that can be captured within the field of vision.A male, an adult, wearing a tall black top hat, is carefully observing the work of these goblins.Lindell's pupils gradually turned into golden vertical pupils, and he switched to the vision of magical protection to search the circuits on the human beings in front of him one by one. To his surprise, the other party was not some outstanding magician, and he didn't even have magic engravings on his body. Possessed, like the information that S.H.I.E.L.D. got in the first place, he might just be a dentist kid with a certain degree of specialness.

Just when Lindell was about to adjust his perception sensitivity and continue to spy on this human emotion, the other party suddenly turned his head and focused his gaze with his golden eyes.

——Just kidding, I am now using the magic mask and optical induction at the same time...

Before he had time to show a shocked expression, the man in the black top hat stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. The next second, the skylight where Lindell was lying on his stomach suddenly shattered, and the whole person fell with gravity...in the air, before he landed Urgently activated the magic power, and stood still in place lightly under the operation of gravity.

There was a strange light in the opponent's eyes.

"I thought it was those damned commercial spies again, trying to find out the unique recipe of my chocolate here, but I didn't expect... Sir, are you here to apply for the job?"

The other party raised his eyebrows and asked, with a strange tone of speech.

Lindell: "..."

Without knowing the depth of the other party, it seems that he may make mistakes in answering anything. In the end, after careful consideration, he said the most error-prone sentence: "I heard that this place has not recruited new employees for a while. gone."

"Oh, that's right, I really don't want to recruit those spies who are easy to reveal secrets."

The man in front of him gritted his teeth and underlined the word "spy", "But I still need someone like you, you can get along well with those Opalumpa people, right? I have traveled in this world For a long time, I traveled through a very deep jungle and almost died before I met such a group of wonderful guys who love chocolate. I spent some time communicating with them... All in all, they are now the most loyal employees in the world."

Every part of this sentence seems wrong, Lindell thought, he finally met a human being whose head was as muddy as a Wendigo.

"What kind of agreement did you make with these... Opalumpa people?"

Lindell asked.

"They give me a job, I pay them chocolates, and that's it, very simple."

Willy Wonka spread his arms and looked at him expectantly: "Do you like chocolate?"

Lindell: "..."

This kind of magical chocolate can indeed satisfy the goblin's hunger, but the problem is that he has no plans to spend decades working here: "Well, I'll forget it, I actually have a job in New York."

"Well, I think you seem to be quite suitable for training squirrels. Although the Opalumpa people are diligent, they are always a little bit less interesting when it comes to talking to small animals."

The man sighed in disappointment, and his actions were extremely exaggerated: "Then, since you are not here to apply for the job, please leave here. I get along well with my employees, and I don't need to be bothered by the outside world."

Lindell stared at those eyes that glowed with strange brilliance, and suddenly remembered something.

The natural magic eye, specifically, should be the fairy eye-the ability to see the fairy in the state of energy body, which will appear on human beings with a very small probability.This guy should rely on this natural ability to see through his own identity. In the eyes of the other party, his human disguise should be invisible.

The air here is filled with the sweet aroma of chocolate, and besides that, there is plenty of magic power. Except for the only human, Willy Wonka, it is a pure land built by fairies in the human world. Since there are so many For goblins, the sales channels, purchase methods, and methods of industrially producing chocolate seem to be self-evident. Even if this kind of dwarf does not look so smart, he can always use the most basic cognitive interference.

"...If it's just to communicate with animals, I can do odd jobs with you for a while."

Lindell suddenly changed his words: "In exchange, tell me your experience over the years and your future plans for this factory... Don't worry, I have no intention of engaging in this industry, so it is impossible to rely on this to find out business secrets. "

The other party's eyes lit up all of a sudden: "Okay, it seems that we need a vow."