Schiller, who was standing at the door, slowly narrowed his eyes. At this moment, the Flash holding the freezing gun realized that he might have said the wrong thing. He immediately laughed twice, took a step back and said, "I'm sorry.
, I recognized the wrong person, I will leave now..." Xin
After saying that, the light of the Speed Force covered his body, but the next second, the huge white wings directly slapped him to the ground.
Lucifer, who had just come up from downstairs, was still wearing his pajamas. He looked at the group of people upstairs impatiently and said: "My dear neighbors, are you staying up all night to rehearse a play here?...
Le, why are you here?"
"It's a long story." Schiller used his umbrella as a crutch and walked down the stairs. He turned his eyes towards the Flash who was slapped on the ground by Lucifer, knocked the ground beside him with the tip of the umbrella, and said to
Lucifer said: "Catch him, I have something to ask him."
Lucifer maintained his original posture, but the brilliance of the speed force that had just filled the Flash disappeared. The Flash lay on the ground, hammered the ground with his fist, and then turned to Schiller and revealed an eight-toothed figure.
Said with a smile.
"Professor, you must be very curious about the future, right? Then let me..."
"I'm more curious about your paper."
The Flash squeezed out a cry from his throat and lay on the ground dejectedly. Schiller turned to look at the Barry before and asked: "I remember you said that the Flash has unlimited time."
"Absolutely." Barry also walked down the steps and stood next to the cosmic fellow. He knelt down and looked at him and said: "The speed of time in the Speed Force is different from that in the outside world. Because the speed is too fast, you may feel
It only took a second, but I've done a year's worth of work."
"Being late is unthinkable for The Flash. No matter what we do, we have plenty of time."
The Flash lying on the ground immediately raised his head and stared at him, with an expression that seemed to say, "How could you betray me?"
"Stand up." Schiller tapped the ground with the tip of his umbrella again and said.
The Flash sighed, got up from the ground, and patted the dust off his body. He was not wearing a uniform, just a sweatshirt and jeans. His face was younger than Barry in uniform, or his demeanor.
And the direction of facial muscles makes you look younger.
"Grade?" Schiller asked.
"Just started my junior year." Xin
"What direction?"
"Criminal information investigation and physical evidence technology science."
"I said psychology."
"Time Psychology Directions in Basic Psychology."
"What is the specific research direction?"
"Research on Time Perception and Time Personality."
Schiller frowned slightly, looked at Barry and said, "You are studying criminal investigation, why do you want to study the direction of time psychology?" Xin
The Flash glanced left and right, then raised his eyes to look at Schiller. He mumbled and said nothing. Then he looked at Schiller expectantly and said, "Professor, why don't I tell you about the future first?"
"You'd better finish your paper first."
After speaking, Schiller reached out and patted Barry who was standing next to him and said: "You can also use the Speed Force, so the time you two spent in the Speed Force should be the same. Now, enter the Speed Force and watch him
The paper is finished."
The two Flashes widened their eyes together. The Flash from the future of this universe looked at Schiller's increasingly unkind eyes and shrank his neck. Just as he was about to say an excuse for rejection, Schiller interrupted.
He said
"Didn't you say that the first draft will be handed in tomorrow? This means that you should have finished at least half of it. You are not the kind of bad student who starts crazily making up homework the night before the deadline, right?"
"I...probably not."
Seeing Schiller staring closely at him, the expression on Flash's face gradually turned into sadness. He hammered his arm, sighed and said, "Okay, I'll write it now."
After saying that, the light of the Speed Force spread again, and Barry, who was standing next to Schiller, also entered the Speed Force. The two Speed Forces were also connected. After flashing for about three seconds, the Flash suddenly had more in his hands.
A few pieces of paper.
The Flash stepped forward and handed the dozen papers to Schiller, but Schiller looked at Barry, who was wearing the Flash uniform, looked at his slightly haggard face and asked: "How long did it take him?"
"It didn't take long." Barry glanced sideways at his younger self and twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly.
When Schiller took the paper, he looked at Flash as if to say, "Don't think I don't know what you did."
Then, he started to look down at the Flash's paper. The paper was handwritten and the handwriting was very neat, but considering that the Flash had almost unlimited time, this was not a plus.
What surprised Schiller was that the Flash from the future actually wrote a pretty good paper.
Although there are no innovative results, it is quite difficult to summarize and demonstrate clearly the previous knowledge in this direction of my research at the undergraduate level. Xin
When looking at the first few pages, Schiller thought that maybe it was because Flash had more time than others, but the more he turned back, the more he felt that the paper written by Flash was really good, and many things could not be learned by wasting time.
Yes, he has his own opinions and expresses them very clearly.
When he turned to the last few pages, the surprise and satisfaction in Schiller's heart had been replaced by another emotion. This is a very complex emotion. If it must be summarized in the simplest language, it would be "Looking back...
…”
After reading it, Schiller handed the paper back to Flash and offered a few words of encouragement, but he didn't see any surprise on Flash's face.
This is actually not normal, because Schiller is a relatively strict teacher, because his requirements are very high, so there are very few students who can meet his requirements, and there are also very few students who can be praised. If anyone gets his praise,
I wish I could brag about it and let the whole world know about it.
Even Evans, Schiller's favorite protégé, only developed the ability to remain calm in the face of Schiller's praises until late in his senior year.
The Flash's performance shows that he has probably been praised by Schiller more than once, which also means that his usual performance is not bad, at least it is definitely much better than someone else.
Thinking of this, Schiller felt more and more trapped in his chest, but he couldn't bear to attack the Flash. Xin
Schiller always had a special preference for students with good academic performance, so he just patted the Flash on the arm and said: "Your parents live here safely. There is no danger. You can go back."
After the Flash left with Professor Zoom who was frozen into ice, Barry followed Schiller downstairs. He looked at Schiller's expression and said with some confusion: "What's wrong? Professor? You don't seem to be happy.
?Didn’t we solve a big problem?”
Then, he crossed his arms with some satisfaction and said: "It seems that my academic performance in this universe is not bad. Of course, if he is your student, he must be a famous teacher who produces a good apprentice."
Schiller paused for a moment. Suddenly he turned around and looked at Barry from head to toe. Barry's back felt cold when he looked at him. He shivered, rubbed his arms with both hands and said, "What's wrong?"
?Professor? Is there something on my face?"
"You graduated from Central City University?"
Barry nodded and said: "I have two master's degrees. I originally wanted to continue studying for a Ph.D., but then there was a good job position in the Procuratorate in Central City, so I did not choose to continue studying, but took a job directly."
Schiller continued walking down the stairs and asked as he walked: "Did you infiltrate the FBI's West Coast Academy in order to arrest Swann?" Xin
"Yes, I know that he has a relationship with the new director of the FBI, Freeh. He sent him to this so-called West Coast Academy just to fight you. At that time, I didn't know you had special abilities and thought you needed it.
Help."
Barry shrugged and laughed awkwardly, seemingly amused by his unfounded worries, but unexpectedly Schiller looked back at him and said, "I do need help. There were too many students in the college at that time. I need help."
A teaching assistant, would you like to come?"
"But I still have something to do..." Barry stopped just after he said this. He thought carefully and then said: "Wait a minute, I seem to be fine, and Swann is not in danger for the time being... No, I'm afraid
I still have to find a way to leave this universe, I can’t stay here forever, right?”
"I will say hello to Amanda tonight and ask you to participate in the training. See you in our classroom at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."
"I……"
"If you still want to leave here, you'd better not be late."
Looking at Schiller's leaving figure, Barry shook his head helplessly and whispered: "...The villains Batman needs to deal with are all the same as him. They never give others a chance to speak." Xin
Just when Schiller's figure was about to disappear into the darkness of the stairs, Barry seemed to suddenly think of something. He was about to ask, but stopped again.
Barry turned back and looked at the glimmer of light coming from the door upstairs.
He heard a conversation between a family of three coming from the room. It seemed that Mr. Allen had promised the minibari to go shopping for fishing gear on the street tomorrow, while Mrs. Allen was complaining that the two of them had messed up their luggage.
Listening to the trivial daily conversations, Barry could hardly suppress the raised corners of his mouth.
But at this time, he was just standing in the dark corridor. The bright light could not shine on him, and the harmonious and friendly family of three had nothing to do with him. They were people from two different worlds.
Barry knows that the parents who really grew up with him will never come back. His action to save his mother has completely failed. The regret can never be made up, and the sadness and powerlessness will never go away.
But for some reason, whenever he thought of a universe where he lived the happy life he dreamed of, he felt that he could reconcile with those imperfections and regrets. Xin
The obsession with utopia engraved in human genes cannot be destroyed by any amount of cruel reality. Even if you fantasize about a possible parallel world and live the happy life you want, it can give tired travelers some comfort.
What’s more, seeing it with your own eyes and hearing it with your own ears?
At this moment, Barry suddenly understood that Batman did not need a life preserver.
In these countless universes, the vast majority of Batmans are unfortunate. They float or sink in the sea of misery, but never reach the shore.
What they want is not the encouragement from the people standing on the shore, nor the lifebuoys thrown to them by those who have the energy to spare, but himself standing on the shore to tell them that there is hope in the days of persistence in the darkness.
hopefully.
Among the countless bats flying over the alley, one of them will always reach the bright and warm nest.
And when the bat, which had fallen into the darkness halfway, raised its head, seeing the fire at the entrance of the cave and hearing the snoring coming from the cave, it could be imagined that it was a good night's dream.
You can also use this as a campfire in the long night, guarding the lonely root and waiting for the dawn. Xin