[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

"—This is impossible, I will not promise you!"

New York City, Brick Street, New York Temple.

Strange scratched his hair irritably: "I've only been a Supreme Sorcerer for a little over a year, and you're going to come up with a plan for me to kill people? You know, even doctors have to sign a series of abortion agreements." Complicated formalities, you actually want me to easily agree to this request?"

"Every step of this plan is feasible, Stephen, I am proposing to you very calmly."

Lindell stood in front of him, unrelenting: "And I will not make the decision to let myself die easily."

"You have no idea what you're doing!"

Strange held Lindell's lapel, one of the other's hands was limp, and the terrible penetrating wound on his arm hadn't been healed yet: "You guys who are born with magical power simply lack respect for knowledge. ... I should have forced you all to read more books. Do you know where it is? Fairy Township, the Tower of the Border of the World, the Wall of Arashi that anchors the world, Akasha's Recording Tape, the Root! This Is there a chain of places that ordinary creatures can go to? You—”

"What's so strange about the goblin going to the goblin town?"

Lindell lowered his eyes and glanced at the corner of his mouth: "And you also know that I am not in the half-elf body state of Bucky, I am a purer kind of elf who was born on the outside of the world, so no matter how the body is damaged , For me, it’s just a temporary replacement of the doll’s leather case that is responsible for distributing balloons in an amusement park. Although it will consume some magic power to make a new one, it will not cause any fundamental troubles.”

Of course he knew.

The neurosurgeon felt that not only his hands, but even his brain were throbbing uncontrollably.

The last time they approached Rungomignard, there was still a shield that could barely be regarded as modified by the gods—if Loki modified it, it would be considered a god-made armor—and this time, this guy planned to reach this fundamental shield with his bare hands. A dangerous area where no living things can survive.

It is conceivable that the body will be absolutely destroyed, and what is even more terrifying is that the soul, or personal will, will be completely crushed to pieces.

"In short, I will never allow it."

Strange looked serious, and the magic levitation cloak on him also stretched out two corners following his movements, crossing in front of him in an X-shaped posture: "If Thor can be pulled back by Loki , we can have one more combat power and think of a way together..."

"Do you really think there are too many ways he can come up with?"

Lindell asked abruptly.

Strange: "..."

He really didn't think so.

"Described in the chapter of Merlin in Arthurian Legend."

Lindell raised his hand and took out a book from the teleportation spells that can be seen everywhere in the New York Temple. It was a copy of the fairy tales given by Aziraphale and Crowley: "King Uther's Court Magic Shi Meilin is a hybrid of human and succubi, a half-succubus with a certain degree of intelligence, and that is only because he has been mixed with half of human factors. Pure succubus does not have the concept of self-awareness and emotion. It will only wander in the dreams of intelligent creatures to copy the personality of the other party, and extract human beings as a source of nutrition like a parasite [1].”

He flipped the pages of the book familiarly. The content of this book is very solid. As a fairy tale book, it obviously exceeds the number of pages generally accepted by children. However, Lindell and Steve still read this book many times.

"The goblins that are purely made of true ether have no entity, and are the most essential manifestation of the third law in this world. When they create a body, the concept of 'self' is also born."

Lindell closed the book, opened his eyes and looked at Strange: "Do you understand? Merlin who lives in the tower on the border of the world, even if the human race perishes, he will not die, but for me, although my lifespan There is a limit, but physical damage is not an important cause of death."

Just like what Zola said, he was a mistake born on the surface of the world, an accident that was forcibly tossed and turned in an era of insufficient magic power, a mass of energy that was barely able to maintain itself, a meddling The angels and demons have survived all the way...

In the streets and alleys of Brooklyn, at the end of World War II, on the battlefield of the Vietnam War, in Howard Stark's house, when S.H.I.E.L.D. A comrade-in-arms dies, and new teammates gradually grow up.

For him, the emotions that belong to human beings cannot be known naturally, but can be learned gradually.To this day, Lindell still can't understand why that person became the spiritual pillar of countless people, and why the heat in his short life can infect so many people, but there is only one thing that is clear enough.

——This kind of self, in the journey of nearly a hundred years, also has something that must be done.

"Merlin once said that in the branch of elves, I am more special than them."

He suddenly laughed: "Because the surface side is already a purely human world, so when I appeared (birth) here, I may also be contaminated with some human characteristics."

The neurosurgeon sighed anxiously: "Even if, well, you want to sneak into Akasha's recording tape..."

Even if you want to sneak into Akasha's recording tape, it is a place that records all the information in the entire world. If you want to accurately find human beings in the vast information flow, and you have to find out about the past and present on the earth. The possibility of finding one person among many humans is extremely slim.

"Even if you are a goblin, even if you can fade back to the pure energy body, what do you use to fix your own consciousness? That kind of place only exists within the concept, even if I, who is in charge of guarding the multiverse, or Gu Yi, can't It is impossible to touch the secrets of the bottom of the world."

The vortex of the root, countless magicians have exhausted generations and generations, racking their brains to reach the end of knowledge that even the poor can't reach.

Theoretically, just connecting for a moment, everything will be twisted into pieces.

"Hmm... At this time, some memes (memes) constructed by human culture are really needed to guide the way."

Lindell has already begun to think about the actual execution plan: "Otherwise, there is a possibility of getting lost..."

This is a simple problem of getting lost!Strange's air stagnation, this is to absorb the only correct drop of water in the sea, and to capture a cloud of air that is different from other airs in the sky, which itself is an impossible delusion.

"OK."

Lindell didn't know where his confidence came from.

"Because he is loved by the world, because he is remembered by mankind, so it is possible."

Strange: "..."

He gave in.

Even after a long period of time later, Strange was troubled by this part of his character that was occasionally not decisive enough, but at this point in time, he still nodded slowly and chose a big gamble.

"I can open the gate to Fairy Town for you, just like Gu Yi sent you in. But I can't help you in the next dive. The power of Emperor Weishan can only send you there."

Strange said, "What are you going to do with the rest of the journey?"

"In the tower on the border of the world, there is a boring guy who is in a hurry and likes to find excitement."

"He's not going to turn down a little favor if it gives him some new fun," Lindell said.

"So, memes related to humans..."

Strange played back in his mind the magic costumes stored by Visandi's lineage. There are many classics that have been passed down for many years, and there are even some remnants left by aliens on the earth, or like his floating cloak. , is a self-disciplined magic dress with self-awareness.

But most of these are unknown to the world, or because they are mysterious and not open to the public, although they are very effective, they will never constitute a sufficient influence (meme) on the world's records.

Just when he was at a loss, Wang yawned and walked out of the library with dark circles under his eyes, dangling a dark glass bottle in his hand.

"Hey, no drinking in the library..."

Strange wanted to stop it.

"Mo Du is gone, now you are going to implement these old rules?"

Wang glanced at him: "You will never guess where I just came back from... Would you two have a drink too?"

Immediately afterwards, he saw the two people in front of him staring blankly at the bottle in his hand. Lindell's reaction was faster. He reached out and grabbed the red wine bottle in Wang's hand, shaking it: "That's right. This! Get the guide ready!"

Strange also covered his face and laughed, and a voice came out from between his fingers: "Really, how far is Ancient One planning for the future..."

"You must come back, Lindell."

Of course, the value of Lafite in [-] is not limited to the red wine itself.

In fact, this is just a pseudo-concept that has gradually evolved in human society in recent decades, and it was even upgraded again because "a mysterious person placed a large number of orders in that year".

As the buyer of the mysterious person, Lindell never thought that one day in the future, something with such a short history could rise to become a concept, and even occupy a small and insignificant seat in the quantum recording tape.

——But that's also normal, Akasha's recording tape is like this, everything is detailed and clear, and any intellectual creature who explores a little more will fall into the torrent of information, and his consciousness and body will be defeated together.

It has become the carrier of a certain phenomenon-level culture, rather than culture itself.

Now, in the New York Temple, two mages and a goblin are quickly taking out all the red wine that resides in the imaginary space, and dumping it roughly into twelve metal barrels.

"I haven't done anything more wasteful than this since I was born."

Wang whispered, "It's really extravagant to hold a magic ceremony."

The smell of wine permeated the room, but it was a pity that Strange never drank alcohol as a surgeon, and Lindell hated the smell of alcohol, and no one appreciated the expensive and precious red wine.The crimson liquid was dispersed in twelve metal buckets, and they were evenly distributed around the magic circle.

"It's a really bad feeling, this rough and perfunctory ritual."

Strange activated the magic power, and the red wine vibrated in the tin barrel: "It's like using the kitchen knife and fork to make me perform a surgical operation."

"Stop complaining, it's me who really wants to sneak in."

Lindell stepped into the portal slowly spreading from the magic circle. From Strange's perspective, he could only see that it was connected to the other world indistinctly, with a white, invisible The sea of ​​flowers at the end.

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Open it, the door to the inner side of the Unicom world

The neurosurgeon tried his best to stabilize the edge of the hole, preventing the strong magic power inside from seeping out, but Lindell just raised his eyes and glanced at him, jumping without hesitation as if going out to fetch a newspaper go down.

"I'll see you soon."

The author has something to say: In the end, Lafite didn’t allow Strange to eat at the end of 82, and all of them were used up.