"Ah, you're back!"

Before Shen You could enter the door, Kara floated out of the house.

Apparently super hearing heard.

"Did you find the Flash?"

"Found it, he's okay Well, there may have been something wrong before, but now it's okay."

"So what's going on?"

Kara picked up a bag of potato chips in her hand at some point, and looked impatient for the melon-eating crowd.

Shen You walked towards the house and casually told her what he had seen in the Divine Speed Force space.

"Huh~ There is such a thing. And wow, are you guys fighting with death? ”

"Maybe." Shen You said casually, "But there is more than one god of death, and there are also three, six, nine and so on." We might be able to catch one alive in the future. ”

"That's amazing!" Carla looked expectant.

If someone else were to say that, it would definitely seem nonsense. But since it was Shen You, she seemed to accept it as a matter of course.

After all, Mr. Shen is omnipotent, and it should be normal for the Grim Reaper to grab one or two to study, right?

Although it was just mentioned casually, Shen You really didn't have this idea. After all, the focus of his current research is on the black light. If he had the opportunity, he didn't have the idea of catching a Black Death Emperor to study.

If it really succeeds, won't it just catch a Grim Reaper?

"And the Flash is back?" Carla asked.

"Oh, he's gone, and his abilities have been restored, but he hasn't come back yet. He said that he found that there were many victims trapped in the Divine Speed, and he wanted to send those people back to their respective times one by one and then come back. ”

Kara tilted her little head and thought for a moment, then surprised: "He can still do this?" I mean. Does this sound like a humanoid time machine? ”

Shen You glanced at Kara strangely.

"What are you talking about?" He said as a matter of course, "Can the time machine compare to The Flash?" ”

Kara: "."

Only then did Kara realize that he still lacked a certain understanding of the true level of his teammates, and Shen You would say such an incredible thing so calmly

"Theoretically, the Flash has always been able to go to any point in time, or any other universe. But often with it comes risk – and here I don't mean the risk to himself, but to reality and time.

So for the sake of other people, he usually doesn't use this kind of power. ”

Shen You paused and muttered: "But there are still some doubts in this incident. Why did Barry suddenly lose his speed? What does the appearance of black lightning mean? Normally, it only appears when it is determined that a speedster should die. ”

Kara didn't know why: "Didn't you say that it has been wiped out?" ”

"This one this time? Yes. But if you don't find the crux of the problem, no one knows when you'll do it again. Shen You shook his head.

Until these answers are found, it looks like the issue of the Speed Force will have to temporarily rise to the top of the Death Spectrum.

Midtown.

The rainstorm is like a note, like a picture of thick ink and color. Dark clouds pressed down, as if night had fallen early. Howling winds swept through every corner of the city. The high-rise buildings stand in the rain curtain, and the rain flows down the glass curtain wall of the building, leaving a vague trace. The rain pooled on the pavement under the street lamps and splashed everywhere. The trees beside the road swayed in the wind and rain, and the leaves rustled by the rain.

The stranger in white walked in the torrential rain, letting the rain wet his clothes. The shadow of the hood obscured most of his face, and the rain fell down the brim.

In the shadows there were a pair of eyes that seemed to glow red.

For strangers, it all started with The Flash.

A few years ago, a runner in red swept through the streets of Midtown, and a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a series of thunderous footsteps. As he leaps like lightning, a new era in Midtown begins.

This era belongs to people of speed, faster than sound, faster than light, and even time.

And the others, they follow in his footsteps, following in the footsteps of the ancient. He believed that the line between good and evil was so clear, like the bright red and golden color on his body.

For Barry Allen, it's always been that simple.

The headquarters of the Midtown Police Station is lit up on a rainy night, like a lighthouse on the sea in a storm. The stranger in white walked through the pouring rain and into the police station. The hall was bustling with police officers busy with white coats and researchers in white coats walking briskly with stacks of papers. No one noticed the strange visitor at all.

He was like an invisible man, no one to talk to or ask. He walked up the handrail stairs and seemed to be very familiar with the building, and easily came to the department with the sign "Criminal Identification Department".

"Isn't that right?"

A researcher in the lab who was working overtime frowned.

"What's wrong?" Another researcher asked.

"I checked four times and this person doesn't look like a murderer." The researcher said, flipping through the case file.

The researcher next to him shook his head: "Have you seen this person's criminal record?" Public nudity, pimping, and he lives next door to the victim girl. ”

"But it's really not his DNA, he didn't touch the girl."

"He's not a clean white man anyway." "You see, the victim was just a twenty-year-old schoolgirl who came from the Blue Valley to the so-called 'big city' with a beautiful dream, and all that awaited her was such a nightmarish fate.

Do you see the media hype? ”

"I see it, and I understand it."

"Align them with understanding."

"But."

"That's how things are done in Midtown, either you do it or someone else does. Got it? Great, let's get to work."

The stranger paused outside the door for a moment, then chuckled softly and pushed the door open.

That's why Barry Allen is forever out of step with his colleagues in the Identification Section, and if he were here now, he would never approve of such a hasty decision.

Barry's favorite thing to do is to dig through the files of his colleagues who have long since closed the case, and take the trouble to check it over and over again. Everyone in the department didn't like him, and almost everyone here was more or less faulty with him.

The stranger knows this because he couldn't be more familiar with Barry Allen.

He also knew that it was all because of the murder of his mother. The last thing Barry could accept was that innocent people were unjustly imprisoned because of the sloppiness of the justice system.

"Hell, who are you?" One of the researchers in the room noticed the stranger, "How did you get in. Yes!!! ”

Before he could react, his throat had been sliced open by a sharp blade.

A golden blade shaped like lightning. The researcher stared at him in disbelief and collapsed in a pool of blood.

The man next to him got up in shock: "Come on!" Save"

But before he could make his first move, he was also impaled.

Both collapsed in pools of blood.

The stranger was white-clothed and bloody, but he didn't care. Ignoring the two corpses, he walked straight to the cupboard where the medicine was displayed in the lab.

"Let me see, ninhydrin. Hah, here. And you, too. ”

Unhurriedly, he took a series of chemicals from the shelf.

Strangers have a clear purpose and know exactly what they need. Each vial of potions was placed in the exact position beside him, as if a ritual circle had been listed in a specific order.

Then he opened the window and held up the golden lightning-like weapon in his hand.

In the midst of the rainstorm, a flash of lightning descended from the night. Blue lightning pierced the night sky and fell straight in the direction of the Midtown Police Station, hitting the room of the Crime Identification Bureau.

Following the golden lightning in the stranger's hand, it struck his body. All the bottles of chemicals shattered at the same moment, and all the dangerous solvents that were enough to kill ordinary people on the spot were spilled on his body, along with the lightning that passed through his body.

But the stranger opened his arms, bathed in the potion, and faced the lightning, but laughed.

(End of chapter)