[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

"It's better for Lindell to go to college and study goblin ecology."

James joked: "Or be a novelist, after all, everything can be said as if it were true."

Steve didn't take him seriously either: "While goblins may have a cure for asthma, 'proving that goblins do exist and finding them' is already a big problem."

There may be parents who are willing to give their children a dream of Santa Claus at Christmas, but this kind of dream does not belong to them in North Brooklyn. Although the family background of Steve and James is not bad, but in the era of economic depression, Children are often sensible beyond their age.

The stories of goblins and Santa Claus are basically on the same level. They often provide various help or obstacles to the protagonist in the story, such as the Rhine goblins in "The Ring of the Nibelungen". The guarded gold, and the goblins of Fairy Lake provided King Arthur with the famous sword of vowed victory.

"Only the protagonist will meet a goblin."

Steve puts down his sketchbook: "People like me..."

Short, thin, difficult to participate in group activities, and suffering from asthma, he will probably only be one of the ordinary people saved by the shiny protagonist.

"Maybe you will also become the protagonist of a story?"

James tapped his friend's arm with his elbow very optimistically: "Write a Rogers adventure or something?"

Steve was also successfully sidetracked by the proposal: "What about you? What role do you play?"

"The guy who helps you end up in trouble should be a cool image."

Bucky proudly puffed out his chest: "Then, Lindell is—"

"...I don't really want to be a part of this."

Lindell showed a thankful and insensitive expression.The great adventurer King Arthur, the knight Kai who helped to clean up the mess, the only vacancy left in this trio is the elf Merlin... He is unwilling to take this position no matter what.

"That's right, you probably don't have much interest in things like adventure..."

Bucky said clearly: "Just become a writer and record our adventure stories."

"—Don't talk to yourself like that."

Steve couldn't help hiding his face: "Speaking of which, Lindell, Irene's wedding in our neighborhood was held in the church this weekend, everyone is going to help, your family..."

"Neither Crowley nor Aziraphale will be going."

Lindell said: "If every family is going to be represented anyway, I will be there."

Both Aziraphale and Crowley were known to never go to church.

They don't go to church, don't thank God before meals, don't do everything a good Christian would do - and of course they do have good reasons not to go to church, considering that two men have adopted a child .

It's just that no one would bother the two of them with this kind of thing: Mr. Aziraphale had built up a lot of good people, and it seemed like a matter of course Crowley's job to deal with the less nice guys.Rain or shine, the man who wears big dark glasses thrives in a North Brooklyn slum and develops a string of bros in three weeks.Regarding this point, the good-tempered bookstore owner has always been quite critical, but in the end he did not stop the other party from letting go of himself.

——After all, if he just vented his emotions on his own plants, he always felt that those poor Strelitzias would die of depression one day.

Until two days before the wedding, everything was peaceful.

As a nurse in a tuberculosis hospital, his mother has always been busy with work. As usual, Steve went out to buy things with the money for vegetables. During the process of cutting the trail, he encountered a few robbers who stopped and robbed in a dramatic way.

Not everyone goes to school these days. There have always been many homeless out-of-school teenagers in the nearby slums, but I didn't expect this group of people to extend their hands to these blocks...

Steve clutched his pockets vigilantly, and took two steps back. He really shouldn't have cut corners today.

It's also impossible for these bastards to just grab money like this... The other party is not a few years older than him, but the difference in age between young people is enough to bluff people.Steve gritted his teeth, and rolled up his sleeves to reveal his narrow arms. As a result, this action made the other party laugh out loud.

"Haha, looking at him, he still wants to hit us."

The leader pressed Steve's shoulders and trampled him to the ground: "It's true to change the place, if the original area has not become the site of the guy with sunglasses..."

"If you hand over the money, you will be beaten less."

The sound of beer bottles hitting the wall was quite menacing, enough to scare most people out of their wits, Steve swallowed a little nervously, anyway, he—

Immediately afterwards, there was a bang.

A person in the rear flew obliquely at a strange angle, slammed into the wall and slid to the ground, the sound of muscles and bones touching the wall made one's scalp tingle.

Next came the second and third.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and Steve and everyone looked behind, and saw his little partner picked up a man weighing at least 180 kilograms with one arm, raised his hand and threw it into the trash can.

He swears he heard the snap of the other man's radius fractured from too much force.

This is no longer a scene that can be described in a fight. If the opponent exerts more strength and changes the position of the attack a little, they can probably break their necks with one hand.

"Lindel...?"

Steve felt his breath quicken.

He vaguely saw his old classmate's irises turned golden, and his pupils suddenly stretched into a thin line, like some dangerous cat that was hunting. The person is the same, it is the appearance he can see every day.

Lindell was obviously taken aback when he saw him, and then blinked again, the strange aura on his body disappeared completely: "Steve? Why are you here?"

"I help buy vegetables...it's you."

Steve watched the rest of the robbers flee in a hurry: "Why did you appear here? And just now..."

Lindell flexed his wrist.

"Crowley has essentially taken over a part of the underground forces around here, and has also confiscated a lot of guns."

Lindell said earth-shattering words with a nonchalant expression: "He said that there is a group of people who want to attack ordinary people here, and asked me to help him deal with it if I finished my homework."

There's nothing wrong with that statement, Steve thought.

"Gun collection" and "underground power" and this "come over and help me if I finish my homework" attitude.

But what made him pay more attention was obviously the exaggerated power that Lindell just showed.

"How did you do that just now?"

Steve imitated the movement of turning his wrist: "Just like just now, swipe the ground and throw people out..."

Even for a professional boxer, it is too exaggerated to want to make such an action.

"At this level, Crowley can do it too?"

As a result, the boy who was as tall as him took it for granted: "He was joking with Aziraphale before, saying that after the family's financial crisis, he would send me to an underground boxing ring to fight. Black boxing to make money."

Steve: "..."

This is already a violent argument that cannot be ignored anyway.

This family really has problems.

The previous surprise was quickly overshadowed by worry: "Is your family's financial situation not very good? If there is only Mr. Aziraphale's second-hand bookstore..."

That bookstore really doesn't seem to make much money, it's just a way of opening a store out of interest.

"Ah, it shouldn't be my turn to fight Black Fist."

Lindell said blankly: "Because before that, there is the option of letting Crowley go to the North District to collect protection fees."

Steve: "..."