[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

In the open space, there stands a suspended tower that cannot touch the sky or touch the ground.

There are layers of white flowers on the ground, and a half-elf with long white hair stands on the railing of the tower.

"Why, I've been wondering when you'll be here."

Merlin held his chin and put on an expression like admiring a painting: "Is it right to go to the lower level now?"

In his arms lay a strange animal covered in white fluff, struggling desperately to kick Merlin's face.Merlin obviously turned a blind eye to the opponent's efforts, and tightened his arms, making the little white-haired animal struggle more intensely.

Lindell floated in the air, his long and narrow ears trembled, and he stared at the white-haired man in front of him with golden eyes.The opponent's human body was much more complete than his, but he was always dressed in gaudy clothes. Merlin glanced at Lindell's left hand, which was almost amputated, and quickly looked away.

"Although it may be an unnecessary question for you, I still need to ask as usual, "Halfway ahead is an abyss deeper than hell. Are you sure you want to go there?" "

Merlin looked up at him.

"...You say so, but in your heart you can't wait to throw me down."

Lindell replied: "After all, for a guy like you, having fun is more important than anything else."

"How can you say that? After all, I am appreciating the civilization depicted by human beings with the attitude of appreciating a scroll."

Merlin spread out his hands: "It is a strange and incomprehensible phenomenon to me that you can win the hearts of human beings like you."

"It's meaningless to say these things. The flow of time here is the same as that on the watch side. You should go faster."

Lindell urged.

"Then, this will open the door of no return for you."

Merlin laughed, with an expression as if he had really seen something novel and interesting: "I'm looking forward to your next story, Lindell."

Avalon's only tower trembled.

Directly below the tower, there is a gap in the boundless sea of ​​flowers.The white petals converged into waves, and the tip of Merlin's staff tapped the ground lightly, like Moses parting the sea.

Lindell dived again without hesitation. The moment he jumped into the abyss of the sea of ​​flowers, from his toes to the tip of his hair, together with the drooping left arm, his whole body fell apart in an instant.

"...that's one of the reasons I hate Fairy Township."

The last words drifted away on the wind and were caught by Merlin's ears: "Compared to being a pure energy body, it is indeed better to make a real body."

The five senses have been stripped away, except for the five senses that resemble the body, the perception of emotions, the detection of sight, the capture and absorption of the soul, all the functions of being a living being are fading.

Weissandi's spell and Merlin's spell pried open the door leading to the sea of ​​collective unconsciousness of human beings.

Probably any human being will be completely crushed after arriving in this area.Even the self is completely dissipated, as impurities are completely expelled by the self-cleaning mechanism of the world-cleared without a doubt.

And he is a pure consciousness, a soul that barely maintains materialization.

"...There is no other way. After all, if that person always wants to watch the whole world, someone must be responsible for watching him."

The faint smell of alcohol is used as a guide—it seems redundant to say this, because the sense of smell, as one of the five senses, has long been stripped away, leaving only the shallow instinct floating on the sea, which is human beings in a short time. Some kind of illusory concept that I have pursued and favored in the past 30 years.

When diving a little deeper, the direction becomes especially clear.

That process is like holding a small star in the long Milky Way composed of everything in the world—although it is small and the luminous level may be difficult to capture with the naked eye, it is indeed shining in the sea of ​​stars of one.

Lindell couldn't help thinking about the books he had read in the course of 70 years, one of which was called "When the Human Stars Shine".

The "Captain America" ​​constructed in the minds of people all over the world is different, and in Lindell's eyes, it is not real at all.In books, in movies, in musicals, in cartoons, in the minds of children, in the records and files secretly hidden by agents of S.H.I.E.L.D....everything has made him get closer to that person They are twisted into a rope, connecting the concept of Captain America in the waves.

It is a drop of water in the ocean, a star in the universe, and a cloud of air in the sky that is different from the surrounding air.

That person had the most radiant human soul he had ever observed, Lindell thought, and he couldn't find it.

This is very strange, as if he has lost all "feelings", but he can still remember that he once sat on the edge of Ms. Carter's hospital bed one afternoon in the 70s and gently read a certain book for her. A collection of poems by a Chilean man.

[You emerge from all things and fill my soul. ]

[You are like the night, with solitude and stars. ][1]

At that time, Ms. Carter was very old, her hair was gray, she was sunken in the pillow, and she asked him with her eyes open if she understood the meaning of these poems.Lindell held the book and shook his head. Even if he could understand human language, "poetry" was still an area that he couldn't touch at that time, so the other party stretched out a wrinkled hand, stroked his hair, and said, One day you will understand.

In the next second, like a bubble melting in the sea water, Lindell's conscious reaction completely disappeared.

On the other hand, Steve and Bucky's fight ends in a portal that appears between them.

Strange walked out of the golden circle of fire alone, without anyone following him.

"Where's Lindell?"

Bucky was the first to stop, followed by Steve, who also stopped attacking, both eyes staring at Strange.

They left together, but only one came back, which is really suspicious.

But Strange's answer was more shocking.

He spread his hands towards the two people, revealing the criss-crossed scars on his arms.

"I don't know, but there is a high probability that he is dead."

He said.

"What are you kidding?"

Bucky turned and stared at him in an instant, and Steve's weapon had the safety on, and turned the gun around in an instant.

"It was the guy's own plan. I tried to stop it, but he put his finger on my temple and forced me to cooperate."

Strange coughed dryly: "...Well, it's not as exaggerated as pressing on the temple, but at least he just consumed a large amount of fixed assets previously stored in the New York Temple."

"Explain again, this in itself is a method that only exists in theory, and it is not surprising if there are any accidents."

He looked at Steve and asked, "But if he's successful, something should change in you by now...do you think there's something wrong with you?"

The three looked at each other.

Akasha's recording tape does not have the concept of time and space, and it itself is just a name forced by human beings to enhance understanding, just like no one can explain the chaos (chaos) of time and space that does not exist at the Big Bang , and no one can personally touch the bottom layer that records all the information in the world.

The imaginary submersion of human beings requires very complex and precise instruments as support, and the deeper space is still a blind spot for magic exploration.

"He said it was something he had to do."

Strange raised his eyebrows at Steve: "And said, when I see you next time, no matter what you plan to say to him, he will definitely agree."

Steve froze in place, not knowing what he was thinking, and the next second, he bowed his waist and knelt on one knee on the ground as if he had suffered a severe injury that tore his whole body apart.

Ordinary humans can't perceive magic power, nor do they have a channel to circulate magic power, but at that moment, he felt that he was surrounded by something without form.

Red and azure blue flashed quickly and alternately across his eyes, and amidst this disjointed pain, there flowed something that made him feel extremely familiar.

——Steve Rogers has a pain tolerance similar to that of most humans, but unlike ordinary people, he has a lot more combat experience than those people, and once against the Holy Lance Lungomeniad experience.

Something is emerging from the originally calm sea.

When I think of the birth of a person like you, the emergence of such an individual in the ocean of human consciousness, I feel——Compared to the part that I can’t understand, I still like humans very, very much.

It was like being surrounded by a group of gentle wind, which extinguished all the manic depression and pain from the inside out.

[meumnome]

my name is?

"...Lindell."

The azure blue returned to his eye sockets. Steve didn't have time to check his injuries and his current situation. Almost the moment his name was blurted out, his vision was locked on the empty sea not far away.

tick.

A name is a vow.The moment the promise was fulfilled, strong winds blew up the coastline.The wind and the magic power were wrapped together, and the transparent body was rebuilt from scratch.

From the fingertips to the tips of the hair, the magic power is piled up and gushes out from the passage in the world, forming an extremely familiar appearance.The other party stood barefoot on the sea, wearing a white robe kindly provided by Merlin, and the wide sleeves wandered back and forth in the sea breeze.

The other party walked over from the air on the waves and stood in front of everyone, frowning slightly.

"That's why human beings only have this little trouble. The goblin's oath is the most unbreakable thing in the world, and some people not only break the contract for 70 years, but they will always cause trouble for others."

He folded his arms, his face full of impatience and urging.

"Tell me something quickly, or I won't forgive you right away."

The author has something to say: a little stream of consciousness?But after thinking about it, I decided to write it like this.

General notes:

[1]: Quoted from Neruda's "I Like You Are Silent"