It's a wonderful, yet indescribable feeling. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's as if you're in a nightmare, as if someone is forcibly pulling you out of bed. After a brief moment of straining from all his senses—at least that's how he felt—Roy felt his feet finally return to the ground.

It's still the warehouse that was broken into just now, but the death knell that had just fought with him is gone. The gate that had just been blown open by the death knell was now in good condition, as if it had never been breached.

If you look closely, even the various items and utensils in this warehouse seem to have undergone some changes, and some equipment that doesn't seem to be here in the first place, and some devices that he has never seen at all, appear in this room so suddenly.

Obviously weird, but Roy's mind was inexplicably dizzy, and even the simplest thinking was very difficult.

There was no trace of Deathbell's visit, not even the two pawns he had just knocked unconscious.

Roy left for the time being, heading for his stronghold. As he leaps over the streets of Gotham at night, he notices that the city is darker than he had ever known.

No, not an illusion. Bruce's urban regeneration plan should have lit up countless streets and alleys in Gotham, and even the crime alley, once the darkest part of the city, has been revitalized and gives people hope.

And now, looking down on the whole city, the whole city is dead. The brightest thing in the city is the police lights that keep going all the time, and every street is a breeding ground for darkness and sin.

What the hell is ...... What's going on?

When I arrived at the location of the stronghold, the strange feeling became more and more intense. The password dial had been replaced with an old-fashioned version that he had modified, but the password was not wrong. Enter the password, and the dusty door moves open like an old man who hasn't touched it in years, revealing a pitch-black space inside.

There was no breath of any living person, and a musty smell that had been stuffy for an unknown number of years hit the base in the stronghold, and even the electric lights could not be turned on, and no one used it for a long time.

Activating the night vision goggles and walking into the room, Roy's expression became more and more solemn.

There is only a single-story space, and there is no basement that he later expanded. And in this only layer, all the equipment and battle suits related to his winged knights are completely gone, replaced by all kinds of grenades, guns, and chemicals. The only thing left to do with the Winged Knight is his uniform.

Could it be the same crossing as before? Finally got to this point in Gotham, with people and things to protect, but God mischievously arranged for him to come to another similar world and start from scratch?

A wave of frustration and loss hit his heart, and he was distraught for a while. But Roy quickly calmed down, pondering every detail of these days, trying to sort out a little clue that might be related to the current anomaly.

Could it be that he fell into some kind of hypnosis, or some kind of hallucination?

In any case, he had to go and confirm something else...... Or rather, people. For some reason, he had a sense of foreboding.

Changing into civilian clothes, Roy went straight back to his apartment.

As I walked up the stairs in the dim orange light to the familiar door, I felt a sense of foreboding. Vaguely, he seemed to realize what was going to be behind the door.

Of course, he had the key to this door, but instead of pulling it out, he knocked lightly.

The door slowly opened, and the familiar shadow appeared behind the door. still has a delicate face, red hair, and eyes as clear as jasper, but the eyes that look at him are so blank.

"Barbara?" Roy tentatively uncertain.

"Huh?" Barbara said unexpectedly, "You...... Know me? ”

"I ......"

Roy shut his mouth.

What should he say? Blame her for forgetting herself? He wasn't even sure if this Barbara was the one he knew. No, before that, he wasn't even sure if the world was real.

But in the bottom of my heart, it is inevitable...... Pain.

Discomfort can be changed with reason or calmness alone, and if emotions can be easily controlled, then they are not human.

"Xiaoba? Who's out there? ”

A man's voice, that voice Roy was equally familiar.

Dick Grayson walked out of the direction of the bedroom.

In many cases, Roy doesn't need to talk too much to gather information, and just the information gathered at a glance can give him a lot of information that ordinary people can't see. For example, Barbara and Dick's wedding rings, the wedding photos that can be glimpsed in the ajar bedroom door, the police certificate of honor issued to Barbara Gordon on the wall, and the medals that Dick Grayson received as a journalist and the newspaper articles he wrote on the wall.

"I'm sorry." Roy said lightly, "I'm just...... I was mistaken. ”

Without further ado, he turned around and closed the door.

Meanwhile, far away in Midtown.

"Alan! How long are you going to sleep!? ”

Barry Allen was awakened by his boss's voice, and found himself sitting at his desk and falling asleep at some point.

"What......?"

"I know we've spent eighteen hours on Miss Alchemy's murder, but the Director doesn't care about that." The colleague next to him whispered.

"Miss Alchemy? Who's that......? Barry patted his head, he felt like his mind was getting a little spinning at this point.

"Save it, we already know who killed Miss Alchemy." Director Singh strode over, "There's only one thing I need you to find—a clue." Once we find the clues, we can finally reveal the truth behind him, the 'greatest hero of Midtown' - the Cold Citizen! ”

"Captain Cold?" Barry wondered, "The one from the scoundrels?" ”

"Who's the scoundrel?"

"Director! Cold Citizens have a firefight with the Pied Pied outside the Cold Museum! ”

"What?" "Then I need someone right away...... Allan! Hell, where did this kid go? ”

Although he didn't fully understand what was going on, Barry instinctively realized that it was probably the Flash's job. Rushing out of the passage quickly, he was about to release the uniform from the ring where the uniform was stored, only to find ......

The ring is not on the hand.

Momentarily distracted, he slipped on his feet, rolled down the stairs at the door, and fell to pieces.

Super Speed ...... Nope.

And before he had time to digest these, even more shocking facts appeared in front of him.

Despite his wrinkled face and gray hair, even after all these years, he was still incredibly sure that the woman who appeared in front of him now was his mother, who should have died tragically when he was 9 years old.

"Are you alright? Barry? (To be continued.) )