[Comprehensive] Road to Trench

Healed the dislocated wrist of the little girl, and the Winter Soldier brought her down from the top. At this time, the people in the base either escaped or were killed by the Winter Soldier. At this time, there was no one there.

For a moment, the base was so empty that the echoes of footsteps hitting the wall and bouncing back could be clearly heard.

She shrunk her neck and subconsciously approached the people around her. When she almost bumped into the mechanical arm of the Winter Soldier, she realized that she seemed to be too close, almost hindering others from walking.

The little girl raised her head secretly, took a quick look at the Winter Soldier's face, and found that he didn't show any displeasure because of this behavior.

She hesitated, and grabbed the Winter Soldier's mechanical hand.

The Winter Soldier glanced down at her, didn't move away, but calmly slowed down his pace—so as not to drag the child away.

This time her hanging heart was finally let go, and she followed the only person she could trust after she woke up step by step.

The mechanical arm was very cold, and its metal shell could freeze a human hand in this weather, but the Winter Soldier wore gloves on the outside, and she felt warmer after holding it for a long time.

very warm.

The Winter Soldier found the information archive room of the Intelligence Service, and there were two corpses at the door—he immediately killed the people in the archive room to prevent them from destroying the information.

The little girl had been holding on to the Winter Soldier's mechanical hand tightly all the way, and when she saw such a big reference room, her eyes widened in surprise.

A room full of scrolls, files.

Some kind of unidentified but deep-rooted impulse made her subconsciously ask the Winter Soldier, "Can I see what's here?"

The Winter Soldier didn't answer, so she assumed that he agreed, immediately let go of the Winter Soldier's mechanical hand, trotted over, reached for the document closest to her, and opened it to look through it.

Not caring whether she could understand the information, the Winter Soldier looked around in confusion. He knew there was such a place, but he had hardly been here.

He smelled a burning smell at the end of his nose, and he heard the little girl put down the file bag in her hand and asked suspiciously, "What smell?"

It's the smell of burning paper.

Following the smell, he quickly walked to a brazier that was almost extinguished, took out the file bag that was mostly burned inside, and shook off the sparks.

If so, there is not much left in the file bag.

——Even if the Winter Soldier entered the base and went straight to the archives to kill people, but before that, someone realized the Winter Soldier's defection and burned a certain document he thought was important.

The reason why they didn't burn the surrounding materials is probably because they thought it would be okay for the Winter Soldier to see them.

The Winter Soldier pulled out the information inside, which was a personnel file, and now it was burned until only the name and gender in the upper left corner were left, as well as the half-burned photo sandwiched in the same place.

The Winter Soldier pulled out the photograph of a young officer in uniform and a stiff cap.

Because she was not tall enough, she had to stand on tiptoe to see the information in the Winter Soldier's hand. The little girl grabbed the Winter Soldier's arm to stabilize her body. When she saw the appearance of the person in the half-burned photo, she raised her head in surprise: "The one above this is you!"

The man in that picture is the Winter Soldier.

The Winter Soldier's eyes fell on the names of the remaining personnel files.

James Buchanan Barnes.

"It's so long." The little girl honestly expressed her feelings when she saw the name, "Did your friends and family call you James before?"

The Winter Soldier's eyes fell on the name, silent.

'Bucky...'

She looked up suspiciously, Bucky?

The Winter Soldier remembers the voice that just popped in his head, someone called him Bucky once, he's sure of that.

But who is it?

In the broken memory, it seems that someone is yelling this name so heartbreakingly, accompanied by the white snow and the distant train...

And the man hanging from the train going away.

Going further and further.

Who is that?

The stinging pain suddenly interrupted the picture in his mind, and the memory fragments that had finally rolled up from the bottom of the river sank to the bottom again.

Tired of stepping on her feet all the time, the little girl let go of the Winter Soldier's arm, turned her head and looked around, and found that there was a document on the table beside it that hadn't been destroyed or filed.

She picked it up curiously, and the text used to write on it was very similar to the file she read at the beginning in this reference room, but one was composed of 26 letters, and this one had four more letters, and the phrases, grammar, and sentence patterns between the two are different.

another language?

She frowned and turned it all over. The words, phrases, and sentence patterns that appeared were turning around in her head like mischievous little fairies one after another. their position.

Repeated words, words used in conjunction, specific occurrences...

All the words in the document I just read are flying in the brain, and the high-speed brain arranges them one by one, corresponding to the language I know, and infers its possible context, meaning, and structure in the sentence pattern , a variety of situations are juxtaposed, and the parts that do not meet the requirements are excluded...

It wasn't until the Winter Soldier came back to his senses and found himself in a daze for more than ten minutes that he noticed that the little girl was rereading the German document over and over again.

"What are you looking at?"

The file in her hand was taken away, and she recovered from her own thoughts, and replied obediently: "This file seems to be about me."

Hearing this, the Winter Soldier immediately turned his attention to the document in his hand: "This is a German document, do you know German?"

"Is this German?" she asked rhetorically. "No, I don't."

The Winter Soldier glanced at her, with the question "Then how do you know it's about you?" in his eyes.

"Look at the data, extract the same words, similar sentences, infer its possible context and meaning..."

"You learned German by yourself?" Before she finished speaking, the Winter Soldier interrupted her in surprise, "Passing a German document? Zero foundation? Within 15 minutes? A new language?"

It was the first time the Winter Soldier had shown any apparent surprise.

"It can't be called 'will'." She thought for a while, and said: "I only saw such a report in this language, so I can't infer much. I can't understand many professional words, so I can only understand the full text. I can’t understand the detailed report. And because there is no pronunciation, I can’t speak it, and I can’t understand it when others speak German.”

The more samples, the lower the error rate.

If she can see more "samples", then she can reduce the error rate to infinitely low, or even none.

The Winter Soldier looked at her for a while before turning his gaze back to the documents in his hand.

Her narration reminded the Winter Soldier of archaeologists. Those archaeologists and linguists who translated ancient language documents that had been lost for a long time and had no written materials to learn into modern languages ​​used the method she just mentioned.

The difference is that it takes them several years or decades to determine what a word means and whether the translation of a text is correct, but the little girl in front of him deciphered a language in less than 10 minutes. .

Although German cannot be compared with the lost ancient language in terms of learning difficulty, considering the premise that she can't even speak modern English well, or even can't speak, the difficulty of obtaining this score is no less than that of Jean François in 1822. Val Champollion, a genius French linguist, announced the discovery of the interpretation of Egyptian hieroglyphics.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, the Winter Soldier carefully read the information in his hand.For someone who is proficient in more than 30 languages, reading German is not much difficult.

"Can you understand this language?" The little girl raised her head and looked at him eagerly, "What did it say? There are too few samples, so I'm afraid I may make a mistake..."

The Winter Soldier's reading speed was very fast, and it didn't take long before he turned to the last page. Hearing her words, he didn't take his eyes off the information: "What did you speculate?"

He also wanted to see how powerful the child's language talent was.

The little girl frowned and thought for a while, then said: "The record on it is an experiment, what kind of organization is the provider of the material - I haven't deduced what that word means, it should be a noun, representing this organization. It provides The two...may be flesh and blood, or something else, in short, they are important materials. Hydra cooperated with that organization to guide these two materials into reproductive cells, and then combined to form embryos. The only successful embryo test in the end The test product has grown into a mature baby and was brought up, but this test product cannot speak, has no response to external stimuli, and all physical development is normal, just like a person without a soul, like a doll."

"Those people always call me a puppet. The goal of your mission is to bring me back. Such a document appeared at such a coincident time, so I guess, this document is about me."

That's right, the understanding is completely correct.

Seeing the answer from the Winter Soldier's face, she was a little happy, but soon became depressed again: "There is no name written on it either... there is only a project name."

She still doesn't know her own name.

The Winter Soldier took a look at the name of the program. It was very interesting. The content was in German, but its name was written in English, The Program of Mind Flayers (The Program of Mind Flayers).

Mind, spirit; Flayers, level.

Reminiscent of the little girl's previous performances, the Winter Soldier was thoughtful.

The child's frustration came and went quickly. When the Winter Soldier was still immersed in his thoughts, she had recovered: "So I am an experimental subject...then the people in this place are going to send me back to the laboratory Go? I don't want to go back..." She whispered her wish.

"Can I follow you?"

she asked again.

This time, the Winter Soldier responded by wrapping her in a ball again with the heavy coat.

"We've got to be back at the hotel before daylight," he said, "or the innkeeper will report the crime."

I got the answer I wanted from his words and deeds, and the only small face that was exposed suddenly burst into a smile that was more beautiful than the full moon above his head.

I don't know when, the wind and snow have stopped.