[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

Fear mixed with astonishment, and a little bit of excitement.

Sure enough, they are all half-grown children, Lindell thought, at this time, there is still something to think about besides the desire to survive.

"—But this is not like a hero!"

A little chubby burst out ahead of time: "You are amazing!"

These words ignited the enthusiasm of a class of primary school students. Lindell was surrounded by a group of brats, unable to move because he was hugged by his thigh.Under the thin skin was a vibrant heartbeat and pulse. Lindell froze in place. The magic power that surrounded him just now had not completely subsided, and he was afraid that a little force would throw the group of children away.

Fortunately, Jarvis quickly took care of the aftermath, and Lindell was defined as a bodyguard specially hired by Howard. As for the moment when he blocked a bullet, it was also interpreted as "a new thing that Stark Industries has not yet produced." Secret technology", because "the cost and cost are too high to be generalized".

There were three people sitting in the car on the way home. The impact of a criminal of passion is nothing compared to the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield. Lindell seemed very relaxed. That cover-up cost him even more effort.

Tony squeezed over from the spacious rear seat, the two of them occupied less than half of the rear seat, with their elbows touching their arms, and asked him, "How much did my father pay you to help?"

"It's not mainly because of money, but because I have known your father for a long time and have been taken care of by him before."

Lindell thought for a while: "But it's true that I gave a lot of money."

After all, Howard's original words are "to provide assistance as much as possible", so this kind of "assistance" will naturally include funds.

"...So you can't hire people just by money."

Tony scrunched his face judging.

"After all, if it is Mr. Lindell, there will be various ways to make money...Mr. Xavier called before to ask if he should take time to become a teacher."

Jarvis held the steering wheel and added: "The asking price is also very high, which is the kind of price that ordinary teachers can't get at all."

"Did you agree?!"

Tony asked very alertly.

Charles Xavier, an occasional TV news celebrity, one of the leaders of the mutants, and a man of real wealth—so famous that even a child has heard of it.

"Well, although I have a good relationship with Charles, I don't have a teaching license after all."

Lindell thought for a while: "Education is also limited to high school dropouts more than 30 years ago... No matter how you think about it, you are not suitable for being a teacher."

Although that school is a school that recruits mutant students, considering human rights, mutants also have the right to vote, and all the teachers recruited have passed the teacher license examination, which is completely legal.

"So should I re-do a degree?"

Lindell thought: "Otherwise, it would be inconvenient to do anything."

In fact, during the phone call with Charles, the other party said that he could teach Latin if it was not possible, but Lindell found that being able to speak and being able to teach others are two completely different requirements, as the most important quality of a teacher One of them is probably to be able to smoothly pour out the things in one's head in the correct way, and then be successfully received by a large group of children.

"Then at least you can come and play basketball with the kids if you have nothing to do."

In the end, Charles compromised: "After all, this is something I can't do with them."

"Why must I go?"

Lindell was a little puzzled: "You have many excellent teachers there, after all, many mutants also have a considerable degree of social status, so there should be no shortage of manpower."

"I just... want those kids to see more."

On the phone, Charles' voice was very soft.

"I want them to see that even if they are different from others, they can live well in this world."

"If you want to get a job, I think Stark Industries should welcome you very much."

Jarvis said: "Mr. Howard should be able to find a suitable position for you."

"It's the same if you spend time in cia or S.H.I.E.L.D...."

Lindell stretched himself in the car: "If it doesn't work, I can still help train squirrels at Willy Wonka's side. There are always places to go."

Tony, on the other hand, was quite wary of this easy response: "Are you planning to leave here in the future? I mean...won't you show up like today to protect me?"

"It's different, protecting you is my oath."

Lindell reached out and touched the other party's hair. The child's hair was a little prickly, and his head shook for a while, but he still didn't avoid him in the end: "For creatures like us, the effect of the 'Oath' is absolute. The oath comes at a considerable price."

This kind of words is still too difficult for the child to understand, but it still makes him very happy to know that Lindell will live at home for a long time-although the fair-haired young man with golden hair is not very good at D'Alembert's theorem or Laplace Si Chang didn't know anything about it, and they didn't seem to have much in common, but they got along surprisingly well.

Finally, there is still a little doubt.

The guy who inherited Howard's business acumen narrowed his eyes and asked suspiciously: "But wouldn't it be troublesome to sign such a long-term contract all at once? Normally, few people promise such a long-term future..."

His current age can be counted with one hand, and if one wants to examine the duration of this oath carefully, it will be too many times older than the people he has experienced so far.

"Actually, not too long."

Lindell thought for a while and said, "It's just a human life, it's too short."

It was Christmas a year later that Tony really understood this sentence for the first time.

The whole house was decorated for the holidays that day, and there was a huge Christmas tree in the courtyard, filled with colorful lights.

His gifts are piled up like a mountain, ranging from the types that ordinary children like to the professional parts that Lindell can't name. They are packed in beautiful packaging, tied with ribbons and stacked under the Christmas tree, which has accumulated quite a visual impact. A lot of power.

The decorative socks at the head of the bed were all stuffed with his favorite snacks, and a small note was pasted next to it, saying that this was extra and not included in the daily snack intake limit.

"Is there a Santa Claus in this world?"

He utters the questions every little kid asks.

"I guess not. If you want to deliver all the Christmas presents to all the children on the earth in one day, the speed of Santa Claus will be close to the speed of light, but I can't even break through the speed of sound. Can't even hear the explosion."

He quickly asked and answered himself again.

"Maybe Santa Claus can achieve a space transition through the Rosen Bridge, so it may be too late."

Maria couldn't help interjecting, almost no one would go to work on Christmas, even if they worked intensively throughout the year, Howard and Maria finally managed to spare a day for the holidays.

"It's not impossible to jump in space, but if it spreads all over the world in one day, that kind of thing needs to consume a terrible amount of magic power. If a grand magician who can do this kind of thing is just to send It’s hard to imagine a Christmas present…”

Lindell added to the inference: "No one should do that."

In this world, there are goblins, angels and demons, maybe aliens, intelligent machines and alchemy beings. There is Christmas, but there is no Santa Claus related to Christmas.

"If you really want to meet, you can go to Valkenburg (Valkenburg) in the Netherlands for Christmas next year. There is said to be the largest Christmas market in the world."

Lindell said, using magic power to gently cut open a piece of potato cake in front of Tony, accompanied by a fleeting light, this fried and well-cooked food was beautifully dissociated into six equal parts: "Or you can You can also consider Rovaniemi in Finland, which is said to be the hometown of Santa Claus...Maybe there are some interested guys who have given gifts there, but the scope has not spread all over the world.”

Both of these suggestions sounded good, and Tony has both locations in mind for Christmas alternatives for years to come.The Christmas tree outside the window is covered in white. Today is actually a sunny day, but with the hard work of the artificial snow machine, there is nothing that cannot be imitated.

After he had eaten two-thirds of his six-section hash brown, Lindell answered the phone.

——The shadow agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. does have a mobile phone that is not very active[1], but most of the time when the bureau or cia contacts Lindell, he uses "first find Howard, Fury, Dugan or Pei Any one of the Gee" and then they contact Lindell. It is rare to make a direct phone call to him.Lindell put the receiver close to his ear, answered several times in succession amidst the electromagnetic noise, his expression gradually became serious, and finally he said, "I see, I'll be right there."

"Lindel?!"

Tony put his fork on a five-sixth potato cake, his eyes widened: "What are you going out for...Today is Christmas!"

His parents, who worked overtime all day long, sat at the dining table honestly and had dinner today!

Howard thought of something for a moment, and his voice sank: "Do you need me to go too?"

"Need not."

Lindell pulled the stool away, got up to pack his things, and took out an umbrella from the umbrella shelf at the door.He shook the handle of the umbrella, and used a spell to turn the red umbrella into black: "It will rain in the second half of the night tonight, so you should stay here."

While he was doing all these actions, the long double-breasted windbreaker flew out of the closet and was properly wrapped around the long-haired man, followed by gloves and a scarf. It can maintain the normal operation of life activities, and after living in human society for so many years, Lindell has gradually learned to "dress according to the season".

Tony jumped off the high stool and ran all the way to the door in slippers: "What the hell happened?"

"..."

Lindell glanced at him, and finally chose to squat down on one knee, and touched the other person's hair at eye level: "A friend of mine passed away."

"……Eh?"

"That guy was already in his 30s during World War II, and now so many years have passed, he is already approaching the limit of human life activities, and he is suffering from cancer, and he has survived for a few more years in the process of radiation therapy. "

Lindell said in a steady voice: "In the military camp, he was also one of the human beings who took good care of me, so I want to see him off at least on the day when the soul leaves the body."

After finishing speaking, Lindell stretched out his arms forward and gave the teenager in front of him a not-so-warm hug—although body temperature regulation can also be done with magic, Lindell is often too lazy to imitate his human mimicry at home So realistic—he patted the other person's back lightly: "I still want to wish you a Merry Christmas, Mr. Anthony."

Everything has an end. Televisions, mobile phones and any mechanical equipment have a lifespan limit, and human beings are no exception to this.

For Tony Stark at that time, the passing of life was a back view of leaving overnight with a black umbrella in a snowy night made by an artificial snow machine.

The funeral after Christmas was also very simple and plain. Considering some personal influences, neither Howard nor Maria attended. Even Lindell put on a thick coat of cognitive interference for himself on that day. The black coat appeared at the funeral scene. He stood far away from the crowd, and with the protection of magic power, no one even noticed that there was an extra person here.

Next to him stood Dugan, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., both of whom looked too young, completely different from the deceased "old man".

"I heard he died very peacefully, with no pain."

Dugan looked sideways at Lindell: "The medical staff said that cancer patients should be suffering a lot, but this patient's reaction to pain is quite insensitive."

"Because I destroyed part of his pain-sensing nerve."

"Compared to painkillers, which are more harmful to the body, it's more straightforward to do," Lindell said.

"Are you the one who donated anonymously to him?"

the blond goblin asked again.

"After all, there is nothing to spend money on. It's rare for Fury to pay such a high salary."

The two stood in silence for a while, and Lindell's cognitive interference also enveloped Dugan, so no one disturbed them holding a black umbrella in a daze.

"Don't you regret it?"

Lindell asked suddenly. He knew that the other party had "died" twice in the past few years. Considering that the limit of activity of the artificial body itself is short, it is no longer known how many times it is the body that has been replaced: "You But lost the right to die peacefully on the hospital bed like him."

"It's not regrettable...By the way, do you know that Dr. Zola, who developed this system at the beginning, is also dying. It is said that it is a serious illness that modern medical methods cannot solve."

Dugan sighed: "Everyone is old...do you feel sad?"

Ms. Peggy, who was so beautiful back then, is still vividly stored in her memory when she wore a bright red hat, but now she also has fine lines on her skin. It's just that Lindell's blessing is still functioning well. Apart from the natural aging process, she is extremely healthy and has no adverse reactions.

"It's part of being human, and I accept that as a given."

Lindell also lowered his eyes, and under the shadow of the eyelashes were inorganic golden pupils: "It's hard to say whether it's uncomfortable or not. It doesn't make sense for you to use such emotional words to me. I don't have such a complicated concept. .”

He emphasized: "Just like the 'heart' in the mysterious sense is different from your heart, that is the core of magic power to me..."

"You."

Dugan smiled, hooked his shoulders and climbed up to the shoulders that were about the same height as his own, causing the other party to follow his big movement and shake slightly: "When will you not use this kind of reason as an excuse?" , probably really resembles a human being.”

"However, human beings are also creatures that make excuses for themselves. We are all the same, haha."

For a long time afterwards, when Lindell met Howard by chance, he would lightly pat the other party's neck, shoulders or knees, with small movements, as if reaching out to dust off some dust.

The content of their work for S.H.I.E.L.D. is completely different. For example, Howard often appears in the "hub" or "slingshot base" which is closer to the research and development content, while Lindell often goes to the "cold storage (thefridge) ", used to store undefined dangerous goods or deal with mysterious related affairs.Howard ignored such small actions at the beginning. After all, there are too many abnormal actions of goblins. If he struggles with them one by one, he will one day ask why this guy can sleep standing up like a horse, but In the end, he still couldn't hold back, and pressed Lindell's hand that had just been placed on his waist.

After all, if this action is done by humans on humans, it would be a bit wrong no matter how you think about it, and even if Lindell is not human, he still has a human face...

"I wanted to ask a long time ago, what are you doing?"

"I just helped you crush a four by four millimeter kidney stone."

Lindell said: "I also dredged a blood clot on both sides of the neck before. In medical terms, it should be called carotid atherosclerotic plaque."

Howard paused, and carefully looked at the expression of the young man in front of him. The other party looked calm, just like what he had seen in the past so many years, without the slightest wavering on his face.

"Your human medical methods can't directly use methods such as phase transformation or space transfer to remove the things that are in the way."

Lindell explained: "Or do you have a special affection for these parts?"

"...That's not true."

Howard coughed dryly: "Your space replaced the position, where did you transfer them?"

"In the pot of cactus on Tony's window sill, among the plants near your house, only cactus is easier to talk about."

Lindell said: "The sansevierias in the garden are arguing every day. It's no use telling them to shut up. They will still be arguing when I'm not around."

Howard: "..."

Forget it, I shouldn't have asked this in passing.

Author has something to say: General note:

[1] In real history, Motorola launched the first commercial mobile phone in 1973, so when Lindell is in this era, considering Stark Industries’ acceleration of the historical process, mobile phones should have been very versatile, but not so intelligent.

★Amway has his own pre-acquisition brain hole, probably a half-infrastructure Hokage★

★The source of the brain hole is that if Danzo gives a little effort, the world will not be so messy...↓↓↓★

"Konoha is a Leek Field" by Mechanical Squirrel

The first-generation adults said that Konoha is like a plant, with lush leaves and deep roots.

Uchiha Mirror now began to think that Konoha might be a radish or a potato. After all, his teammates had already dug through the ground—like a huge tuber of a perennial herb.

Danzo: It’s not because of saving you that I knocked my jaw like a mushroom in a sukiyaki soup pot.

Ah Jing: Is that why you don't go out for three months?If you say that you are allergic to ultraviolet rays, I might believe it a little more.

In everyone's eyes, Danzo may be a gloomy and weird autistic otaku, but in fact, it is only because he will strangely travel to other places every once in a while, becoming an alchemist, ghost killer, onmyoji or other What.

Living in seclusion is always less exciting than disappearing in public.

Relying on the weird knowledge in the different world and his strong desire to survive, even if his surroundings basically died in the war at the same time, he managed to get to the end of the war... No way, you bastard is still alive.

It’s about you, a friend of mine who is an onmyoji told me that you will die at the age of 25.

Uchiha Mirror (tiger smile): On average, you go out less than three times a year, where are your friends?I do not know how?