Chapter 802

"Me?" I heard the question from Captain. The veteran gentleman showed a restrained smile full of British style. "You can call me Murphy, kind Murphy."

"I don't think you have any kindness at all. On the contrary, I think you seem to be deliberately plotting some kind of conspiracy. What do you want to do?"

Captain disagrees with what the old gentleman said. He stared at the guy in front of him tightly, his eyes lashing and aggressive, obviously, he was trying to make the Old Guy in front of him speak the truth with strong pressure. However, he underestimated the stress resistance of the old gentleman in front of him.

I knocked on the bar table, and the bartender immediately took out a half-full bottle with an extremely gorgeous packaging. The wine in the bottle is rippling with scarlet ze like blood, which makes people want to taste it just by looking at it. |

The old gentleman named Murphy just poured two glasses of wine under Captain's gaze. While pushing a glass of wine in front of Captain, he held up the glass and took a sip. Then he showed a look of enjoyment, and said to Captain.

"You know, youngster. At the beginning, wine was crowned with the reputation of the blood of God by church people. But in my opinion, the true blood of God is definitely not in the hands of the church. Those inferior products can be compared. The wine that can really be called the blood of the gods should be born in the Middle Ages. The hand of an alchemist named Paracelsus, in his time, but there were many People believe that he created the secret medicine of longevity and undying."

"What do you want to say, are you going to tell me that the bottle of wine in your hand is the work of that alchemist?"

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"Nevertheless, otherwise you think I would spend a lot of time telling you these things. This bottle of wine is Paracelsus's only surviving work. Trust me, when you taste its deliciousness After that, you will definitely forget all your worries and sorrows and get a true spiritual fascination. How about, do you want to try it?"

See the alluring scarlet rippling out of the wine glass, and that The sweet aura that is unbearable. Even with Captain's will, he couldn't help his mouth trembling.

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

"youngster, the alchemist's stuff can There is no expiration date. And I think you can smell its deliciousness, don’t you?"

Murphy’s words are unspeakably deceptive, but they are more deceptive than his words. It's the glass of wine in front of me. Seeing the glass of wine in front of him, Captain immediately had the urge to start again. This made him hungry, even to the point that he could not be restrained like a volcanic eruption.

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

Like a clear stream of water suddenly flowing on long-dried land, as soon as the wine entered, Captain couldn't help groaning with enjoyment. The sensory impact on the body and soul made him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself, so that immediately, he put his eyes on the remaining half bottle of fine wine.

Seeing Captain's undisguised longing eyes, Murphy poured oneself a glass of wine again, and pushed the entire bottle in front of Captain.

"Drink, youngster. If you want, these all are yours."

Captain intellectually felt something was wrong. But physically, he was completely unable to control oneself. The instinctive impulse to suppress emotions and desires in his heart made him uncontrollably pick up the wine bottle, and directly booze without using the glass.

This kind of action can be called a luxury, because if this bottle of wine really comes from the hand of the legendary alchemist, then it is definitely a valuable treasure. This treasure can be called a waste even if it is tasting carefully, let alone such a booze.

But Murphy didn't care, he just smiled and looked at Captain, watching him drink the wine in the bottle little by little.

And after drunk all the wine, Captain just put down the bottle, he staggered and fell down. His brain was in chaos, or the long-lost feeling of drunkenness appeared on him now. And take away control of his body little by little.

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

Somewhat incredulously I looked at oneself's palm with a ghost image, Captain was so confused Muttered to himself. When Murphy heard his words, he smiled and replied.

"People are always drunk. If you have not been drunk, then you know that you can say that you are not drunk. But now it seems that you are indeed drunk, youngster."

"It's really interesting, it turns out that this is the feeling of being drunk. This feeling of emptying the brain is really good." There was a smirk on his face, but tears began to flow in his eyes. "That's great, at least I seem to have forgotten Bucky now."

"You have something sad? This is unfortunate. But it is also a good thing. When you are drunk, you can take everything I forgot the sad things."

Wen In Literature there is Li's Murphy speaking like a conscientious psychiatrist. When he heard what he said, Captain said plainly.

"You are a good person, Murphy. I'm so sorry that I suspected you before."

"It doesn't matter, youngster. Anyone is suspected. The point is, you You have to learn to gain their trust, don’t you?"

"You are right. Oh, the feeling of being drunk is really strange. It seems that everything is changing. Also, I actually feel this way. A very familiar idea. I don't know where this strange idea came from."

Captain, who was really drunk, began to mumble and complain. To this, Murphy once again showed a meaningful smile.

"Maybe you have been drunk like this before? It's just too long, maybe you don't remember that's all."

"Maybe! But I hardly drink I’ve been drunk, or I’ve never been drunk. This is the first time, and it’s definitely the first time."

"I don’t think this is the first time!" I picked up With the empty bottle, Murphy's smile began to twist in Captain's eyes. "Many years ago, you should have done this once. It's just that you have forgotten, Mr. Steve Rogers. Your memory has been blurred, and you have forgotten a lot of what you have experienced. And now, it's you. It's time to think back."

Murphy's sudden change of tone caused Captain's mind to roll frantically. Countless pasts have emerged like eggs with their shells removed, little by little. As for this completely unfamiliar own memory, Captain suddenly began to feel incredible.

The most important moment in his life was at the end of World War II, preventing the Red Skull's final burn both jade and stone blow. And after that, he fell into ice. And experienced 70 years of long sleep in it. But the memory that emerged in his mind now told him that he hadn't been in the ice for so long at all.

Huge submarine, things have reached a dead end of the German army, machinery that does not know the purpose, and also magical magic that has never been imagined. All of this made Captain's brain hiss like boiling. The chaotic and broken memory blocked almost every corner of his brain. All this made him want to follow the context, but he couldn't get a specific answer.

He started to feel a headache, as painful as acupuncture. This made him stubbornly cover his own head, gritted his teeth and couldn't help but groan hard.

Suddenly, an image of a person appeared in his mind. The shadow of this serious German made him unconsciously pronounce his name.

"Einzbern..."

The appearance of this name is like the fire star next to the gunpowder barrel, making his whole brain crazy 'S restless. And his expression also became distorted and hideous, and a horrible flush gradually appeared on his face.

This change made the smile on Murphy's face next to him become deeper and deeper, and the smile almost reached the base of his ears. 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.

In other words, this place has indeed become a different world, a world created artificially. In such a world, Murphy in Captain's eyes began to change the image of own, becoming a hideous, terrifying posture that belongs only to the devil.

"Let me introduce oneself again, Mr. Steve 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."

"Einzbern..." After gritting his teeth and uttering these words, Captain has already figured out a part of the abnormal key from the own brain. When he heard the name pronounced, Mephisto laughed immediately.

"Yes, yes. That's the amazing guy. Reinhardt Einzbern. Or the great alchemist Paracelsus, or Smith Zhou. No matter which name it is, it represents an outstanding human being, a guy who even a devil like me has to admire. I bring him greetings to you, Mr. Captain America Steve Rogers . A special greeting!"

"The night is always silent, and the night fire is always bright. May you find a place where your soul rests in this quiet."

Full of literature and art Aura's words made Captain struggling on his face immediately stop all movements. His pupils began to diminish, and the expression on his face began to become cold and rigid. At this moment, he looked like a machine. For Mephisto, he is indeed a machine, a machine that only knows to obey orders.

70 years ago, someone had already laid the groundwork. And now, it's time for this foreshadowing to come into play. Chaos and despair, pain and death, all these will follow, and for a devil, this is the most amazing scenery. Mephisto sincerely admired, admired the guy who made all this, admired the human being.

They always give people some surprises, don't they!