[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

After getting along for a longer time, Steve and James also summed up a unique set of experiences regarding Lindell's goblin habits. If there is such a subject as "Fairy Ecology", the two of them might be able to mix together. passing grade.

For example, although the cats can't digest coffee beans, they will occasionally eat coffee beans out of interest to produce the coffee beans-I don't know what happened to the first person who discovered this kind of coffee-in short, both It will not bring nutrition, nor will it affect life safety, it is purely an act of interest.

Steve, who has more knowledge of biology, knows that cats can't taste sweetness, and there are subtle differences in taste receptors between different creatures, so it's hard to imagine that the food they often eat is in Lindell's mouth. What does it taste like.

Steve originally thought that their lives would continue like this, Bucky would always be the one with the best relationship with the opposite sex, and would always lead the two of them to visit exhibitions or participate in other activities, while Lindell was nothing The one who disagrees, no matter what kind of collective activities, will just follow behind silently.

The setting sun lengthened the shadows of the three of them. Occasionally, when there were no outsiders, Lindell would relax himself, revealing his narrow ears and golden eyes.His pupils occupied most of his eye sockets, and the whites of his eyes were almost invisible. After getting used to seeing it, he felt more like a fairy illustration inherited from the Middle Ages.

Until it all came to an abrupt end with a shooting.

Steve's father died of mustard gas poisoning in the First World War, and now his mother is killed in a sudden shooting. The wheels of the Second World War are rolling, like any land in the world Everyone's nerves are tense because of this, and they are no exception here.

A cordon was drawn up around the hospital, and the blond goblin stood far away from the crowd, with a puzzled expression on his face - ordinary gun bullets would not leave any deep marks on his body, but In humans, it symbolizes the irreversible loss of life.

The scope of the war is getting wider and wider. After negotiating with Crowley, Aziraphale plans to return to England.

"We are not sure whether there are mysterious forces joining this war. Just like in the era of King Arthur in the past, there are always demons who want to stir people's hearts at this time."

Aziraphale frowned: "And the angels should not be indifferent..."

"Of course, you can also stay in the United States."

He pressed the boy's shoulders, and glanced at his two human friends who had already looked like adults: "Our agreement is still in effect, I will leave enough feathers for you in advance, and if it is still not enough, I may also give you more feathers." Consider another method—”

"I'm staying here."

Lindell didn't hesitate: "And recently, I feel that absorbing magic power is not as difficult as it used to be."

Aziraphale couldn't judge whether this sentence was trying to be brave, but now time is running out, Lindell is a goblin after all, and his vitality is much stronger than humans, so the two nominal guardians, one black and one white, set foot on the road again. It is estimated that the British ship will perform some miracle secretly when the ship is halfway through, and slip away while everyone is not paying attention.

After that, advertisements for conscription began to spread all over the streets.

Steve, who is just over 1.7 meters tall, can also consider putting paper in the soles of his shoes to sign up for the conscription. Lindell, who has never grown taller since he was 1.6 meters, was directly excluded from the scope of conscription, but the results were the same. Both of them were out.

The blond-haired goblin is noncommittal about this, and the lives of most humans are out of his consideration, but Steve will be genuinely disappointed and sorry about it.

James successfully joined the 107th Division and bid farewell to the two in a crisp military uniform. It won't be long before his unit will go to the UK-I have to say that this suit really suits him, and he looks very high-spirited.He hugged his two childhood playmates one by one, first patted Steve on the back hard, and then when it was Lindell's turn, he gently whispered in each other's ears: "I'll leave it to you .”

The fair-haired elf faction nodded as a matter of course. He has always maintained his identity as a protector.

"Lindell, is there no way you can use magic to get that guy to agree to my joining the army?"

Before the enlistment window, Steve lowered his voice: "Just for a moment, just let him stamp the seal of consent..."

"...It is theoretically possible, but casually modifying the human brain can easily destroy their brain structure."

Lindell frowned: "Is this price acceptable?"

Steve: "...Forget it then."

He just wanted to join the army, and he didn't want to make an innocent person mentally retarded.

"Actually, there are other ways."

Lindell turned his head to look at the promotional poster on the telephone pole: "We can kidnap Howard Stark during the next exhibition, and then threaten him to come forward to agree with you, or—"

"Oh all right, promise me not to say anything worrying."

Steve reached out and patted Lindell on the shoulder: "I know you just hate people and don't want to go to the exhibition... Don't look at me like that, although you didn't directly refuse, but how can it be possible that you don't know anything about your preferences after getting along for so long .”

Time has not carved a rut on Lindell's body. The goblin boy is still the same boy, but they have to grow up. For example, more and more women accept Bucky's invitation, and sometimes Steve and Lindel Walking side by side, someone will ask kindly if Lindell is his younger brother.

"How do I look like you genetically? And it's just a human mimicry that Aziraphale picked out in the first place."

The other party will occasionally stare and complain: "There is nothing similar except for hair color, and even the eyes are different!"

Steve smiled, and went to hold the other's hand. He really looked like a brother who was not so strong in physique but had a generous personality.

In essence, Lindell couldn't understand why human beings invented war, a method of killing their own kind so efficiently, but it was said that lemmings would throw themselves into the sea frantically every once in a while, and he guessed that it might be a similar mechanism .Goblins don't need to eat, and sometimes they can sleep on the treetops for a whole day, until in the evening, Steve, who failed to enlist in the army again, shakes him down, like a grain of wheat falling back into the field.

But one day, things changed.

Steve showed a somewhat excited expression under the tree: "I succeeded! I got a chance to go to the battlefield—"

The goblin shook her ears, thinking that there might be something wrong with today's human society.

"The old man finally went crazy?"

he asks.

Steve: "..."

After many years, he felt that the only thing that remained the same was that Lindell was still so merciless: "No, it was a doctor who found me..."

He chattered excitedly, probably implying that he finally had a chance to go to the battlefield.This kind of excitement makes it difficult for Lindell to understand. Whether he can join the army is not critical to him, but it is very important that this young human being wants to die with an excited expression on his face.

"It seems that I still have to mess with that old man's brain."

Lindell frowned: "Then I will go too."

"Don't try to bully that poor man... I told him that I have a friend who can bend steel pipes with his bare hands, so the doctor wants to meet you in an unusual way-maybe you can join the army with us! And Might be assigned to the same unit!"

... Fortunately, what he described was bending steel pipes with bare hands, rather than crushing boulders on his chest.

The number of people in the military responsible for receiving them was beyond Steve's imagination. When he saw the female agent with curly hair and delicate face, he suddenly regretted involving Lindell in it.

"Then Mr. Rogers, let's borrow Mr. Lindell for a chat."

The female agent's lipstick was brightly colored, and she raised an eyebrow at him: "I'll return it to you in half an hour."

Lindell was so rare and honest that he looked like a shy and introverted child. His hearing far surpassed that of human beings was able to distinguish whether someone was whispering in the distance whether he was a mutant with an enhanced personality.

There were snacks and juices in the talking office, and the 1.6-meter-tall boy sat on the chair with a senseless expression, making up his mind to answer any questions he asked in accordance with the pre-rehearsed content.

"I'm Margaret Carter."

The other party sat in front of him with a generous expression: "I'm sorry, when I was talking about you with your friends before, I used some words... so we know that you are a bit unusual."

Lindell watched her.

"Are you a mutant?"

"No."

The other party paused for a moment, as if judging the authenticity of this sentence: "You know, before joining the army, a full physical examination is required. At that time, no matter what secrets there are, they will be exposed."

"that's OK."

Lindell didn't hesitate. Humans rarely have any means to really restrain the goblin, and he is not a mutant...

The result of the conversation was unsatisfactory. Obviously, the other party failed to obtain a satisfactory result from him-this is for sure. After all, Lindell believes that he has neither the determination to win the war nor the hope for peace, and his sense of justice is stronger. It's impossible to talk about, and I don't know anything about mutants.

"Can you tell me why you agreed to join the army?"

Inspector Margaret asked at last.

"—I can't let the two of them die on the battlefield."

The human-looking elf answered slowly.