[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

As a child of a rich family, it is not a big problem to stretch out your clothes and open your mouth.

Howard's home had probably the most advanced civilian computer at that time, as well as a garage of experimental equipment, which was the best breeding ground for cultivating children's hobbies.Lindell is completely incomprehensible to this gasoline-smelling hobby, but he turns a blind eye to the exploration behavior of this human pup without affecting his health.

In short, as long as the body is healthy, the rest is out of the agreement.

Most of the time, his sense of existence is very low, like a wandering soul wandering somewhere in this huge building.Tony Stark himself doesn't really need other people's company. This kid's hobbies have been off the rails since the beginning. When Lindell heard the sound of an engine coming from the garage, he saw a human cub as tall as his thigh walking slowly. When an engine is carefully assembled, this feeling of "running off the track" climbs directly to the peak.

Tony called the housekeeper solemnly: "Jarvis? I need a three-axis CNC machining center."

Jarvis: "...what do you want this for?"

"There are some things that I can't make by myself. I can't process metal with the saw that saw wood."

He said it as a matter of course.

"Okay, I'll contact the manufacturer, and you'll be able to see what you need...a CNC machining center in about a day."

Jarvis supported his forehead and said, although this thing sounds expensive, it sounds much more normal than the sudden appearance of hundreds of big mice waiting to pull the pumpkin carriage in the building.

"Are human children so troublesome?"

Lindell jumped off the roof and removed the optics.

"His surname is Stark, that's enough trouble."

The butler with a British accent replied: "It's easier than dealing with Mr. Howard's secret lovers before. Fortunately, I just need to contact the manufacturer to purchase equipment."

He had been slapped several times.

No matter how advanced the brain is, the short ones at the age of elementary school students will still have a natural lack of physical strength. Large pieces of metal are too difficult for Tony to handle, let alone process. The same goes for machining centers.With a disgusted expression, Lindell walked into the garage full of metal cutting smell, stretched out his index finger to lightly touch each piece of metal, and then walked away without hesitation.

"One hour from now, I've adjusted their gravity to one-tenth of the original level. If you can't handle this in an hour, don't ask me to help you a second time."

"Then if I eat carrots today, can you help me complete the final assembly? There are a few places where the installation angle is not suitable for positioning to drive high-lock bolts."

Tony chased them out to bargain.

"Even if I don't help you, you have to eat carrots. This is not negotiable. Children in Vietnam are still hungry. Don't waste food."

Lindell said, "Can't you let Jarvis do this?"

"He's going to my dad's side later."

Tony frowned: "I guess I won't be back until very late."

Howard Stark became more and more busy and silent, and he seemed to be on the verge of seeing the beginning and end of his daily life. Even Lindell couldn't figure out what kind of research this guy was doing recently.The last time he locked himself away for a long time, he was involved in the Manhattan Project, which led directly to the nuclear war that ended World War II.

"...Then why don't you wait for Mr. Howard to come back and help you install this?"

Lindell himself really didn't want to get oil on his hands.This kid is usually very particular, and his clothes are ironed and tidy, but when he gets into the garage and sweats all over his body, he will find work for the maid at home.

But this sentence obviously didn't have the desired effect. As a result, the child who had not yet entered the voice-changing period suddenly raised his voice and said angrily that he would not help me with this.

The voice is a bit like a little girl, Lindell thought a little distractedly.

In the end he helped.

It is obvious that the relationship between the two guys surnamed Stark is not very harmonious. Although they will not be tit-for-tat, they don't have a good face.Lindell is the fourth outsider in the family to bear the surname, but mostly avoids others.There are countless ways for goblins to hide themselves, and the simplest one is cognitive interference. Tony watched the nanny turn a blind eye to Lindell several times, and walked around him unconsciously while mopping the floor. Like bypassing a giant floor lamp, or a precious porcelain vase that adorns the home.

——This person will only be seen in front of those who "will to be seen", just like the only remaining fairy tales he knows come into reality, he and Jarvis can clearly talk to Lindell, But this is an honor that no one else can get.Just like now, even though the two of them are sitting on the sofa watching cartoons together, the nanny will only prepare snacks for one person.

"It doesn't matter, you can eat by yourself. I don't really need to eat..."

Lindell sank into the soft sofa and fell asleep: "I haven't worked for too long recently, I have nothing to do... I might as well take some time to visit Charles."

"Can't you concentrate on watching TV?"

Tony accused him: "Obviously we are at a critical moment!"

"I can watch the TV even if I'm facing out the window."

Lindell said perfunctorily: "My field of vision is 270 degrees, like even though I'm not facing you right now, I can still see you making faces."

Tony: "..."

He put down his hand angrily, picked up the knife and fork again, and broke half of the dessert on the table: "This part is for you."

The television was playing Captain America's cartoon, and the roaring commando was about to break through a fortress, and the screen was filled with smoke and explosions.The three-headed cartoon characters have been deformed to a considerable extent, and Lindell can barely recognize who is who-even in this cartoon, there is a 2.5-headed himself, shorter than all the team members.

"Don't you eat it yourself?"

"..."

The other party was silent for a while: "But you have been watching TV with me, you can't even have snacks."

"Then you're welcome."

Lindell took it, threw the whole piece into his mouth, and chewed with one cheek puffed up.

TV shows for children tend to be relatively shallow, and of course they don't involve the mysteries of "Hydra". Suppression of firepower is indeed something that a boy of this age is likely to feel passionate about.

The production team is quite conscientious. It should have interviewed many soldiers who were still serving at the time. The evidence is that occasionally some impressive dialogues of Lindell will appear during the battle.

such as……

"I heard that you can throw a grenade 150 meters." [1]

The three-headed blond man said.

Lindell no longer remembers how he answered the question at the time. He just looked at the 2.5-headed little man in the TV screen and nodded confidently, saying that of course there is no problem.

"—that just needs the right wind."

"Protection" does not mean "responsible for taking care of the children"—that is the job of nannies and housekeepers; protection certainly does not mean prolonged surveillance, which is too much for any individual.Lindell has plenty of time and freedom. Apart from spending time at Stark's house, he will visit his former comrade in the hospital quite frequently these days.

Before leaving, he will leave a protection on the collar of the little Mr. Stark who is obsessed with the laboratory, which can form a magic shield that can resist the impact of about 308 joules.Considering that the damage caused by a [-] caliber Winchester bullet is about [-] joules, this level is quite enough to see the child. In the rest of the time, he will go to the bar to buy a bottle Cheap vodka, and holding the bottle of wine, he pushed open the door of the ward familiarly.

Going to the hospital to visit patients, of course, is not allowed to bring alcohol in theory, but Lindell, who has imposed cognitive interference, is as if he is in no one's land. Neither the doctor nor the nurse will find that someone is swaggering into the hospital. Violation. Forbidden. Items.

The skinny guy on the hospital bed still looks hale and hearty. Every time he sees Lindell, his eyes sparkle, and then he hastily asks him to sit down quickly, "It's hard to get some alcohol. Keep it tight."

In fact, the condition of this body is deteriorating due to the torment of the disease and aging day after day. Lindell once secretly read the doctor's diagnosis and treatment report, and has used almost all the available methods. It is nothing more than trying to minimize the pain of the other party, which is part of the hospice care.

"Obviously, I can afford more expensive wine now."

Lindell shook the transparent glass bottle, a little disgusted: "Howard said before that he could give me a few bottles of red wine he has privately stored."

"It's different after all."

His former teammate was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the bottle of vodka with a vivid expression as if looking at his old lover, "Where can we drink such good wine in those days."

"So shouldn't we take advantage of this opportunity to enjoy it?"

"You don't understand, Lindell, you don't understand..."

The other party repeated softly, "At my age, I just want to relive the unforgettable memories of the past."

"Well, you're right, I really don't understand."

Lindell did not continue to argue with the other party on this topic. In fact, it is meaningless to argue with a person who does not know when his life will end. He stretched out his hand and opened the bottle with a "boo" Soon, the strong smell of alcohol permeated the ward.

"You must remember to open the windows for ventilation later."

The other party has no self-awareness of a critically ill patient: "Otherwise, it will be difficult to explain if you are caught by a doctor."

"I know, after a while, I will use the wind to change all the air here."

Lindell nodded very skillfully. Obviously, he has performed this kind of business more than once: "There are about four and ten minutes until the next doctor's ward round. Do you want to try it now?"

"Of course, I can't wait!"

The wine-loving Slavs said without hesitation, with urgency in their tone.

So Lindell stretched out one hand and gently pressed it on the patient's forehead, picked up the wine bottle with the other hand, and poured it into his mouth with his head raised.

—Yes, in his own mouth.

The sense of taste was connected by magic, followed by the sense of smell. The spicy liquid soaked the tongue and throat, like a burning flame falling towards the body. No matter how many times he tried this process, Lindell could not convince him I like such a stimulating liquid.

However, the man lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed showed a nostalgic and satisfied smile.

This is "I'll show you the drink" in the physical sense. One taste is copied into two, barely allowing the other party to experience the joy of drinking.Alcohol can hardly make Lindell drunk, and this body can't even help most of the toxins, so under the heavy drinking without restraint, soon, a bottle of vodka bottomed out.

His old teammate smacked his lips in satisfaction and regret, "It's really good... It's a pity that it still can't compare to the feeling of drinking by myself, so I won't get on top at all."

"It's too difficult for me to simulate that."

Lindell thought: "It is said that being drunk will slow down the thinking of human beings. I personally think that it would be dangerous to try to communicate with such things."

The human brain is a precision instrument and cannot withstand this level of torture.

"Hahaha, I was just complaining casually. I obviously don't like drinking, but I still force you to do things like this. I really don't know how to thank you..."

The voice of the other party gradually calmed down, and finally fell silent. The spiritual connection of magic power will bring a load on the mind. The specific symptom shown is that he will fall asleep tiredly, which looks like falling into a sweet sleep after being drunk.Lindell put the wine bottle back into the backpack he carried, opened the window of the ward, and drew the curtains, and then a gust of wind suddenly swept through the entire ward, sweeping away the smell of alcohol in the room.

His timing was very accurate, and not long after, a nurse came to round the ward with a medical record book.

"It's Mr. Lindell, you're here to visit again!"

The nurse said, "Hey, he was sleeping when he didn't wake up in time?"

"Well, just fell asleep."

The goblin can't lie, but now he has learned to choose to speak part of the truth.As expected, the nurse didn't think too much, and was quickly taken away from the topic: "Mr. Lindell comes here so often, obviously there is no blood relationship."

"It can't be helped, after all, this guy has no children."

Lindell pointed to his comrades who had fallen asleep on the hospital bed: "Many of my original friends are no longer there."

"Are you a descendant of those comrades in arms? I heard that this old gentleman is a retired soldier from World War II."

"Mister, are you..."

Lindell repeated the word in a daze. With the precision of his vision, he could clearly see the age spots emerging from the skin, and the blood vessels and blood flow that were rushing with all their strength under the wrinkled skin.

"I will continue to come next time. Is the medical fee enough?"

"Last time, someone anonymously left a sufficient fee for this gentleman. Isn't it Mr. Lindell who left you?"

The nurse gave a well-timed, surprised look.

"It's not me... Maybe someone else is paying attention to the small things after the war is over."

It didn't make much sense, either, but Lindell suddenly felt a little better.

On the way back, he took a detour to Brooklyn, where the bakery at that time has now become a place for the "Holy Land Pilgrimage" with a lot of people. Lindell waited in line for a while and bought three donuts and a bag of muffins .The old shop owner seldom does it himself anymore, and the apprentices who are busy in the shop are all the apprentices who have been recruited later. Lindell imposed on himself when he was recognized by others for the first time, "Why hasn't it changed for so many years?" Cognitive interference to ensure that every time the clerk sees himself, he will only feel as a "stranger who can't remember his face".

The Starks are certainly not short on food and clothing, and the chefs here are not afraid of any ordering challenges, but Tony himself would be happy with this "going out and bringing you back snacks" behavior.Lindell put down the paper bag containing donuts and muffins on the table, opened the bookcase, and selected a book written in Slovak from it.

His own bookcase is full of teaching materials in various foreign languages, although he is not very interested in human knowledge-later Lindell believes that this is mainly due to the fact that the professional books in Stark's family are too high-level —but Lindell began a story written by humans.

By the time the youngest member of the family ran out of the laboratory, Lindell had already covered his face, stretched his legs, and fell asleep on the sofa in a seemingly uncomfortable position.

"Lindell! If you want to doze off at least find another place on the bed—"

"Shh."

Jarvis came out of nowhere: "There is not much difference between a branch and a bed. Mr. Lindell will choose where he wants to rest."

"Won't he get muscle fatigue from it?"

"Well, no one ever asked that question, I guess not."

Jarvis thought for a while: "Whether the muscles made of magic will get tired, this question is a bit embarrassing for me."

"Then let's just wait for him to wake up...Ah! He brought back donuts! It's the brand that even Captain America likes to eat!"

"You can have one of them before dinner, sir, after all, excessive intake of sweets before dinner will affect digestion."

"But he can eat whatever he wants without thinking about his health."

Tony pointed at Lindell, who was motionless with the book covering his face—in a physical sense, after all, his chest didn't even rise and fall with breathing.

"So fairies and humans are different."

Jarvis said in a steady voice, "Mr. Lindell is different from all of us."

There is an old saying that goes like this: In the eyes of human beings, the technologies that existed when they were young are often the truth of the world, and the new technologies that appeared when they were young are the innovative performance of the world’s innovation. When they grow older, those new things become Eliminate the unwanted burden and superfluous bells and whistles.

Perhaps, it is not limited to technology, but also the whole human perception of the world.

Lindell, or Lindell Stark, was such a kind of "truth of the world" to him at the time-in any case, he would not change, he would not age, he would not be sick, he would not be shaken, and because of In this way, he was uncharacteristically calm and rational in the face of a school shooting.

After the end of the Vietnam War, American society was facing another unexpected economic crisis due to excessive investment in military power, consumption of weapons, and various problems.

It is said that there are political changes in Iran and oil production cuts caused by the Iran-Iraq War behind this, but this has far exceeded the scope that Lindell or Tony can pay attention to.

The first bullet came head-on at a speed that surpassed the ability of human reaction, and was firmly stopped about thirty centimeters in front of Tony, as if hitting an invisible wall.There were cries of children all around and the voices of the teachers lowered their voices to comfort them, but soon, a young man with long blond hair fell from the sky and kicked the gunman's mandible with a beautiful martial arts move.

Lindell stood in front of the criminal who was paralyzed on the ground with one move, hesitated for a while, and finally did not kill on the spot in front of a class of children.

Wearing black sunglasses, he reached out and rubbed his eyes, and stopped after carefully confirming the changes in his pupils: "No one was injured at the scene, right?"

Author has something to say: General note:

[1] This is what Crowley said to Lindell in the previous article, which was modified into Steve's question in the second fiction of the cartoon.