[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

Coulson left in three steps. Lindell looked at the back of the other party and suddenly lost the idea of ​​staying here.

The next day, he went to a hospital.

There was a heart rate monitor in the ward, and the once lively Slavs were wrapped in hospital gowns, and they were all thin and out of shape.After the other party heard the sound of the door, he raised his head and looked up. After he recognized Lindell, his eyes burst into brilliance.

Him: "Ulla!"

Lindell: "..."

Lindell put the visiting fruit basket on the table, and said slowly: "They said, you drank too much."

"Well, they're always looking for unimportant excuses."

The man with a high nose smiled: "I am too old, human beings will always age."

Where Lindell couldn't see, the tumor was slowly growing inside the body.It is said that the incidence of this disease is a probability. Some people are healthy but suddenly suffer from cancer, and some people lie in the ward at a young age. Even if they live a regular diet and pay attention to their diet, they are still vulnerable to the disease.

"Is the cost of treatment enough?"

Lindell asked: "I still have some money here-should be relatively abundant... I heard that there is a treatment called radiation therapy, which is quite expensive."

"I bought insurance and I have savings myself."

The other party shook his head: "You can't buy your life with money."

He looked obviously dying, but he was full of energy.

"After all, 30 years have passed... You see, you are still exactly the same as 30 years ago, and you haven't even grown a wrinkle. It's really enviable."

The former member of the Roaring Commando struggled to sit up from the hospital bed, Lindell quickly went to help that arm, and he could feel the gnarled blood vessels under the skin: "You can come, then today is a good day, you should take a sip of vodka... ..."

Lindell pressed the hospital gown with one finger: "...Don't even think about it."

"Boring, you used to just watch me drink without saying anything, 30 years has made you boring."

Looking at Lindell with cloudy eyes, as if watching the whistling time, he complained loudly: "You never talked to us before."

"...Maybe I should apologize?"

"No, you'd better maintain that indifference until now."

The Slavs chattered, bald and bald, with Russian in English: "This is good, this is good... I don't believe in the Orthodox Church now. After I die, will you still devour human souls? ?”

"It's not right to eat your friends anyway."

"Ah, my honor, a guy who never looks at people can say the word friend."

They were silent for a while, and Lindell suddenly remembered that he could still use runes to create an analgesic circle, writing all the way from the hospital bed to the other party's wrist, and felt that this body was too weak, even Don't dare to circulate too much magic power.This is really strange. After all, this guy was the one in charge of the fire coverage. Whether it was Gart Lin or the mortar, he used it very smoothly. He reused whatever, and his personal style was very Slavic.

The liquid with complicated names in the glass bottle was being injected into his vein little by little. Lindell didn't understand the word, but only understood what the root of the second half was, Xilin.The other party observed his gaze, tried to show a relaxed smile, and said that it was okay, people will grow old.

He reached out his other hand to take Lindell's and asked him if you met anyone new and interesting lately?

"There was a kid named Coulson who was short of money to buy souvenirs, so I helped add a little."

But that doesn't seem like much fun either, Lindell said.

But the other party seemed to be very interested, so Lindell said more, such as a few newcomers in S.H.I.E.L.D. who were nervous when they saw him, and forced to pretend to be calm. Ability, there is nowhere to hide this little thought.

"Oh, by the way, I heard that Howard gave birth to a child."

"Has the solitary reproduction or artificial womb technology been realized??"

The people on the hospital bed looked very shocked.

"...Why isn't your first reaction that he's married?"

Lindell covered his face. This time he missed the birth of his child. At that time, he was traveling back and forth in the jungle of Vietnam with various identities. It was difficult to anchor himself in various emotional waves. Let alone focus on anything else.

"Speaking of which, do you have a way to drink alcohol without harming your body? Or a way to simply let people taste the wine?"

"...There is no such way."

"Hey...then you sing a song."

"What do you want to hear?"

Lindell thought for a while: "The one with magic power may not be able to do it. In your current situation, you forcibly stimulate your vitality to fill the damage in your body, and there may even be side effects..."

"You misunderstood, it's not a fairy song, it's a more ordinary human song."

So Lindell recalled the songs he had heard recently and sang, without lyrics, only the melody. His control of the vocal cords and throat pipes was very precise, and the pitch was as precise as a special instrument, never out of tune.

... is the most famous passage in Dvořák's "From the New World".

"I'm very free recently, and I should come here often in the future."

"If I want to hear something else, I can learn it too," Lindell said.

"Haha, that's really my honor, I don't know how envious some guys are."

When the door of the ward was closed again, a nurse curiously asked Lindell if he was the child of the patient in the ward. The latter shook his head, but couldn't say any more convincing relationship for a while.

"We're friends."

In the end, he said, "We've known each other for some years."

The work of S.H.I.E.L.D. is all-encompassing and multifarious, and the relevant departments involved also include various categories such as scientific research positions and assault troops. Lindell is the kind of agent who is linked to mysterious matters. If there is no emergency, the general Will not be dispatched.

There are also several bases, and it is often difficult for people of different levels and different professions to exchange information. For example, "the slingshot base (the slingshot)" is located on an artificial island close to the equator. It is more convenient to rely on the linear speed brought by the earth's rotation. Deploy satellites and various detectors into space.

Lindell has heard of a base that is purely suitable for the research field, but he has never been to it—he himself lacks curiosity about this kind of place. It is said that Fury’s next step is to consider building a school for training agents, but This plan has not yet started bidding, and it is only limited to my own ideas.

The original Roaring Commando had only a handful of people, but the size and scope of the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s operations grew larger and larger. During the years he stayed in Vietnam, the expansion was particularly rapid, and even when he came back to receive a new pass authority, Even Lindell was unfamiliar with the extra row of passage areas on the certificate.

"Well, the sandbox base (thesandbox), and the hub (thehub)..."

Lindell swiped his magnetic card on the screen: "I haven't been there much yet."

"So you are an urban legend."

Dugan walked over with raised eyebrows, holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand: "There have always been related rumors among the grassroots agents below, and the discussions about you on the intranet have never stopped."

"I do not know how?"

"Because you never read the forum, there is relevant content in the public discussion area."

Dugan said: "In the beginning, it was used to facilitate information exchange and internal communication channels, and later it was gradually developed by everyone to use it for chatting... If you just exchange some insignificant topics, using email is a bit too troublesome. Right? So then someone simply made a forum[1].”

"Ah, there's that thing called the Arpawork."

Lindell reacted: "The speed of new things appearing recently is too fast, and I feel a little unable to keep up. When I heard about it last time, I thought it was some unpopular new invention of Howard, but I didn't expect it to become popular now."

"That is to say, the flight control system of the aircraft has also changed, and the weapons and equipment are constantly being updated..."

Dugan shrugged and agreed deeply: "If you don't continue to study, maybe the reputation of ace pilots will not keep up with the times."

They stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out into the distance from a high place. From the clear vision belonging to the goblin, they could clearly see the bustling streets full of pedestrians.The streets and alleys of Brooklyn are no longer what they remember. Many old neighborhoods have been renovated over the years, and even the maps have been updated. The cake shop that made them linger in the past is now long Several branches have already been opened.

"Speaking of which, do you know how to use the Unix operating system? I heard the engineers here talking about this topic last time."

Lindell asked.

"...No, what about you?"

The guy who only knew how to fly a plane shook his head in confusion.

"It's impossible to see it at first glance. I was still in Vietnam before."

Lindell frowned: "It sounds a bit like a rune rune."

"...Although I don't know Unix, it's impossible to be like this anywhere."

The worst thing for him is that even high school textbooks have become more difficult now, at least in Lindell's impression that the school homework he was fooling around at the beginning absolutely did not include the knowledge of the nuclear charge of the nucleus.A few months later, at a reception held by Howard, Lindell half-complainingly told him about the conversation, and the other party laughed and said that my son's Unix is ​​not bad, if you have any questions Might as well come for a consultation.

Lindell: ?

He turned around and dragged a familiar detective to communicate: How old is the Howard family's child?

The other party probably faced the "industry legend" directly. He was so nervous that he couldn't catch his breath. He stretched out his hand and gestured at a height of about one meter, so Lindell turned around very seriously and asked, Howard, did you genetically modify your own child? Transformation?

"What are you kidding, how could I do such a thing!"

Howard's eyes widened, "Is your personal impression of me so bad?"

"...It may be that the evolution rate of human beings in the past two years is somewhat unexpected."

Halfway through the reception, there were people pushing glasses and changing glasses everywhere. Howard raised his hand slightly to Lindell and made a simple gesture. The latter nodded clearly and stretched out his hand to draw a space to block the sound.This is a very simple cognitive interference. If it is not a magician with a magic circuit, or a character like Charles with exceptionally strong mental power, most people will subconsciously ignore the dialogue they have here.

The man with the mustache coughed dryly, his expression seemed to be a bit embarrassed.

"You once said that a goblin's oath is a promise that cannot be broken."

"I told you that about 30 years ago."

Lindell nodded.

"Well, so... what should I pay you to make you make a vow?"

When Lindell heard this sentence, he looked around subconsciously and vigilantly to make sure that no one was monitoring their direction, and then asked again: "What are you going to ask me to do?"

Of course Howard knew what the goblin’s oath meant, or the other party was one of the few humans who knew him best in the past 30 years. The members of the Roaring Commando were gradually quitting their jobs. In 30 years, they were almost half of some human beings. Such a long span of life.

And knowing all of this, he brought up the word "vowed", which is particularly important to him, and it is hard not to think too much.

"I hope you can protect my son and let him die as much as possible."

Howard said: "He is an ordinary person, unlike some mutants who have anti-aging functions, so the scale of life should also be limited to the human category...I know this time may be a bit long for you, so this is considered a My personal entreaty, in exchange, that after making this oath, I will provide you with all the assistance I can provide you."

"That kind of thing."

Lindell frowned, and did not immediately agree: "As one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D....you who are in charge of the most advanced weapon manufacturing system in the entire country, you and Maria Stark are like this, Isn't that enough to protect a child?"

With Howard's funds, it is not a problem to hire experienced bodyguards, veterans and even mutant guards. If children are still in danger of life in such a living environment, wouldn't the United States be worse than he has been before? The risk in Vietnam is even higher.

But the other party shook his head, and the well-trimmed beard collapsed with the movements of the corners of his mouth.

"Because we are one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D., Lindell. If you want to do some things, you are doomed to choose and be accompanied by danger, but at least I can still choose to give you the most important work."

Howard meant something: "When you deviate from some forces flowing in the shadows, even Mr. President can't guarantee that you can live to the day when you die of old age."

In just 30 years, they have experienced the Cuban Missile Crisis - which almost dragged the whole world into the abyss of thermonuclear war - and countless local wars on the earth, large and small.The end of the Second World War was far from bringing an end to the strife in this world, and it could not even be called the end of a paragraph - human beings have been repeating similar things over and over again in history, but in different ways. Unfortunately, the lethality of human weapons is increasing day by day, and technological progress and breakthroughs are also spiraling at a dizzying speed.

"It can be the same as in the past, you find the enemy that needs to be killed, and then throw me there-unless you are directly dissociated into an ether state in the material world, otherwise you should know the scope of my ability..."

"It's different, Lindell."

Howard interrupted him: "The world is not a back-and-forth game where the bad guys come up with a puzzle, or a challenge, and we, as the good side, accept and solve it, and it goes on and on -- this The world doesn't work that way."

Just as a war will not be launched because of the whim of a certain organization, every political decision will not be promulgated because of a simple reason, all of which are wrapped in a more complex and complicated system. , is still an unrealistic ambition for Lindell, and it is no easier than Howard to calculate the orbit of an artificial satellite.

—he couldn't even understand a single human being.

But one thing is certain, human life should never be a burning firewood, or a continuous supply of nutrients.

"—so, I beg you."

Those eyes fixed on him: "I beg you to make a vow."

More than 30 years ago, the man in front of him was extremely high-spirited. He held technology exhibitions one after another in New York, intending to embrace a new future.His business is all over the world, and the amount of assets is uncountable. Most of the time, he maintains the kind of calmness unique to smart people and superiors. At that time, Lindell felt that the other party was the type who would never ask for help, because he wanted something. You can buy it with money, and make it yourself if you can’t buy it, forming a perfect closed loop.

The eyes of the goblin youth gradually turned golden, and the pupils suddenly drew into a vertical line, which was a sign that the magic power was being pried in the body.

"Oath...I accept it, I can swear."

After all, this is just to protect a human being, and it is only a hundred years of life: "But why do you want to do this?"

"Because I love him."

The man in front of him answered without hesitation.

Author has something to say: General note:

[1]: The earliest bbs appeared around this time in 1975, so bbs was indeed a novelty at the time, and the Arpa network was born in the past six years

The next technology tree is not going to be written according to the real world. It will be accelerated. After all, human beings have just begun to explore manned flight at this moment. In the era of Tony Stark, steel suits and controllable nuclear fusion suddenly began to appear. The explosion of technology always feels a little bit wrong...==So I moved forward the material science and the like for more than ten years

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