readx; readx; "Me?" A question from the captain was heard. The old gentleman of the pen fun www.biquge.info and the pavilion showed a restrained smile full of British style. "You can call me Murphy, kind Murphy."

"I don't think you're kind. On the contrary, I think you seem to be planning some kind of conspiracy. What exactly do you want to do? ”

The captain did not agree with the old gentleman's statement at all. He stared at the guy in front of him tightly, his eyes were sharp and aggressive, and it was obvious that he was trying to make the old guy in front of him tell the truth with strong coercion. However, he underestimated the degree of resistance of the old gentleman in front of him.

Knocking on the bar table, the bartender immediately pulled out a half-full, gorgeously packaged old bottle. The wine in the bottle is rippling with a scarlet hue like blood, which makes people can't help but taste it just by looking at it.

And the old gentleman named Murphy poured out two glasses of wine under the watchful eye of the captain. He pushed a glass of wine in front of the captain and took a shallow sip from his glass. Then he showed a look of enjoyment and said to the captain.

"You know, young man. In the beginning, wine was called the blood of God by the people of the church. But it seems to me that the true blood of God is by no means comparable to the inferior products in the hands of the Church. The wine that can really be called the blood of the gods is born in the Middle Ages, the hand of an alchemist named Paracelsus, who in his time believed that he created the elixir of immortality. ”

"What do you want to say, do you want to tell me that the bottle of wine you have is the work of that alchemist?"

"Indifferently, otherwise why do you think I would go to such lengths to tell you these things. This bottle is the only surviving work of Paracelsus. Trust me, when you taste it, you will definitely forget all your worries and sorrows, and get a real spiritual intoxication. How about it, do you want to try it? ”

See the seductive scarlet rippling out of the wine glass, and the sweet smell that is simply unbearable. Even with the captain's will, he couldn't help but tremble with his mouthpiece.

"Do you really think that this bottle of wine that has been sitting for hundreds of years can still be drunk, and he has not passed its expiration date?"

"Young man, alchemists' things don't have an expiration date. And I guess, you've already smelled it, haven't you? ”

Murphy's words are indescribably demagogic, but what is more demagogic than his words is the glass of wine in front of him. Looking at the glass of wine in front of him, the captain immediately had the urge to start over. It made him hungry, even to the point of being irrepressible like a volcanic eruption.

So at the moment, even he didn't know what was going on, he had already picked up the glass of wine and drank it all. dudu1;

Like a sudden stream of clear water flowing in a long-dried land, the captain could not help but let out a moan of enjoyment as soon as the wine was in his stomach. The sensual impact on his body and soul was so intoxicated that he immediately set his sights on the remaining half of the wine.

Seeing the captain's undisguised longing eyes, Murphy poured himself a new glass of wine and pushed the entire bottle in front of the captain.

"Drink, young man. These are yours if you want. ”

The captain sensed intellectually that something was wrong. But physically, he was completely unable to control himself. The suppressed emotions in his heart and the instinctive impulse of ** made him involuntarily pick up the wine bottle, and he didn't even use the cup, so he drank directly.

This is a luxury, because if the bottle is truly the work of the legendary alchemist, it is a priceless treasure. This kind of treasure can be called a waste even if you taste it, let alone such a booze.

But Murphy didn't care, he just smiled at the captain, watching him drink the wine from the bottle little by little.

And after drinking all the wine, the captain had just put down the bottle when he stumbled and almost fell. His mind was in turmoil, or rather, the feeling of drunkenness that had not been seen in a long time was now present in him. And little by little take away control of his body.

"What's wrong with me, I'm drunk?"

Looking at his ghosted palm in disbelief, the captain muttered to himself in a daze. Hearing his words, Murphy smiled slightly and replied.

"People get drunk all the time. If you've never been drunk, then you know that you haven't been drunk. But now it seems that you are indeed drunk, young man. ”

"It's really funny, it turns out that's what it's like to be drunk. It's a really good feeling to empty your brain. A smirk appeared on his face, but tears began to flow from his eyes. That's nice, at least I feel like I've forgotten about Bucky now. ”

"Are you sad? It's unfortunate. But it's also a good thing, when you're drunk, you can forget all the sad things. ”dudu2;

The gentle and polite Murphy spoke like a conscientious psychiatrist. Hearing his words, the captain said bluntly.

"You're a good guy, Murphy. I'm so sorry I was suspicious of you. ”

"It's okay, young man. Anyone has a time when they are under suspicion. The point is, you have to learn to gain their trust, don't you? ”

"You're right. Oh, it's a little weird to get drunk. It's as if everything is changing. Also, I actually had this idea that felt familiar. I really don't know where this strange idea came from. ”

The captain, who had really drunk too much, began to mumble and complain. In response, Murphy smiled meaningfully again.

"Maybe you've ever been drunk like this? It's just that it's been too long, maybe you can't remember it clearly. ”

"Maybe! I've barely been drunk, or I've never been drunk, though. It's the first time, it's definitely the first time. ”

"I don't think this is the first time!" Picking up the empty bottle, Murphy's smile began to twist in the captain's eyes. "You must have had that once many years ago. It's just that you've forgotten, Steve. Mr. Rogers. Your memory has blurred, and you have forgotten a lot of what you have experienced. Now, it's time for you to think back. ”

Murphy's abrupt change of tone sent the captain's mind tumbling wildly. Countless past memories emerge little by little, like eggs that have been torn open. And for this completely unfamiliar memory of his own, the captain suddenly began to be incredulous.

The most important moment of his life was at the end of World War II, when he stopped the Red Skull's final jade burning blow. And after that, he was frozen in ice. And it has been in it for seventy years. But the memories that came to his mind now told him that he hadn't been in the ice for that long.

Huge submarines, desperate German troops, machines that don't know what to do, and magic that you never imagined. All this made the captain's brain hiss like it was boiling. Confusing and shattered memories clog up almost every corner of his brain, all of which made him want to follow the vein, but he couldn't find a concrete answer.

He began to feel a headache, like a pinprick burning. This made him clutch his head, clenching his teeth and moaning hard. dudu3;

Suddenly, the image of a man appeared in his mind. The shadow of this serious German made him can't help but pronounce his name.

"Einzberen"

The appearance of this name was like a spark on the edge of a powder keg, and his whole brain was wildly agitated. And his expression also became distorted and hideous, and a terrifying flush gradually appeared on his face.

This change made the smile on Murphy's face next to him deeper and deeper, and the smile that hung almost reached the root of his ear. At the same time, the whole bar suddenly became quiet. It's as if this place has become a completely different world in an instant.

Or rather, it has become a different world, a world that has been artificially created. And in such a world, Murphy in the eyes of the captain began to change his image, becoming a hideous, terrifying posture that only belongs to the devil.

"Let me reintroduce myself, Steve. Mr. Rogers. I am Mephisto, a devil, the devil who rules hell. I have been commissioned by an old friend of yours to bring you his greetings. ”

"Einzbelen" said these words through gritted teeth, and the captain had already sorted out some of the unusually critical parts of his brain. Hearing him pronounce the name, Mephisto burst out laughing.

"That's right, that's right. It's this amazing guy. Reinhart. Einzbelen. Or the great alchemist Paracelsus, or now Smith. Week. Whatever the name, it represents an outstanding human being, a guy that even a devil like me has to admire. I bring you greetings for him, Captain America, Steve. Mr. Rogers. A special greeting! ”

"The night is silent, but the fire is always bright. May you find a resting place for your soul in this silence. ”

The words full of literary and artistic flavor made the captain who was struggling with his face immediately stop all movements. His pupils began to dilate, and the expression on his face began to become cold and stiff, and he looked almost like a machine at this moment. And for Mephisto, he was indeed a machine, a machine that only knew how to follow orders.

Seventy years ago, someone had already laid the groundwork. And now, it's time for that foreshadowing to kick in. Confusion and despair, pain and death, all of this will follow, and for a devil, this is the most amazing view. Mephisto admired from the bottom of his heart, admired the guy who made it all this, and admired the human beings themselves.

They always surprise people, don't they! (To be continued.) )