There were no gunshots, explosions, or sirens, only the dark clouds that seemed to be forever thick and unable to break away blocked the last trace of moonlight, and the only light in the entire city came from a red figure.
He was running among the ruins of the city, but no movement could be seen. He was like a red lightning, but a thick black shadow was left in the shadow behind him.
The red figure stopped in front of the tombstone, and the dark clouds showed his last kindness. A ray of moonlight shone on the tombstone, illuminating the name crookedly engraved on it into another kind of desolation.
"Barry Allen."
The Flash is dead, but there are no bones. He lives in the world in another way, but there are countless sinful bodies buried under the tombstones all over the mountains and plains, and the one in his arms is the last one. When the non-human bones fall to the ground
When you go up, the tiny dust particles splashed up are like a silent sigh.
When this figure turned around, there was a bat pattern whiter than the moonlight printed on his chest, but the middle of the bat's wings was cut in the shape of lightning, like a torn bat.
The countless spike-like edges on the shoulder armor were cold under the moonlight. He turned around without mercy, not pausing for an extra second for the name of his old friend. Perhaps as the culprit of the Flash's burial here, he should have nothing to do with it.
Moving.
The moonlight became more and more hazy, and the world seemed to be covered with a veil. When he came to his senses, a heavy fog enveloped the cemetery.
He turned around and saw a dark figure standing quietly in the middle of the thick fog in the distance.
There was nothing there, but it seemed as noisy as ever. The shadows coming and going in the thick fog all felt familiar to him: the Bat Family, Gordon, the Justice League...
No, that was all in the past, the cold voice echoed in his heart, it was the past that was abandoned in time and could never come back.
Nothing is more ruthless than time. It will never bring back the lost person, no matter how hard he works or how much he sacrifices, never, never...
The moment he turned around, he moved, turned into a red lightning, and ran towards the figure at a speed that far exceeded the concept of speed.
He should have arrived in an instant, but in his field of vision, the distance between him and the shadow never changed, and he could not escape from the thick fog. The shadow was always watching him quietly, like
It is a contemptuous ridicule, but also like a deep sigh.
He finally stopped, and a deep voice came from the red metal mask, "Who are you?"
"the truth……"
Suddenly he heard a word penetrate his ears like fog particles, it sounded like the fog was whispering.
"Go ahead..."
He heard again, and he felt that his auditory organs were decomposed and reorganized by the mist, becoming another form of receiver.
"Where to go?" he asked.
Suddenly, the thick fog condensed and dissipated. The moment it condensed again, some fragmented pictures appeared in front of his eyes.
It was a dimly lit study, with the flames of the fireplace swaying behind the delicate metal railings. On the heavy wooden table, on the left was a pile of strange ornaments made of feathers, wires and unknown shriveled organs. On the right
It is a huge globe, and the light under the brass desk lamp flashes again and again.
The bookshelves on the three walls are filled with all kinds of classics. The blackboard in the center is painted with weird and indescribable patterns and a lot of formulas. The handwriting is scrawled and the text is distorted.
Open books and newspapers were piled haphazardly on the table, several letters and letter openers were thrown beside the table, the cigarette butts in the ashtray had just been extinguished, and half of the whiskey was missing.
The pocket watch hanging on the shelf was ticking. This was the only thing that could provide useful clues. The time on it told those who witnessed this scene that the owner of this room was located in the Greenwich Time Zone.
Dang Dang Dang...
The sound of the wall clock knocking woke him up. When he woke up, the thick fog had dissipated. Under the low visor were the corners of his mouth turned down. He looked down at the palm of his hand.
Show me your true face...
As the red lightning appeared again, it crossed the ocean in just a blink of an eye, and it rained again in London tonight.
To find a person in the city, it is difficult to even determine the location based on just a few indoor clips. However, in the clips that just passed by, the scenery outside the window was captured, which is the upper reaches of the Thames River.
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Bells, he thought.
Turning around, inside the street window, the wall clock showed that it was now 3:05. London uses true Greenwich Mean Time. The area that is 5 minutes slower than this time is Oxford.
The red figure appears in the ancient city. Walking through Oxford on a rainy night is like going back to the time when cattle waded from the upper reaches of the river thousands of years ago. Monks in robes gathered in groups outside the modern city buildings that can be called ancient.
The wall began to wear away from this rain.
It looked like the office of a medieval scholar. He thought that the oldest place in Oxford County was the University of Oxford in the city of Oxford, so he would start from the oldest university college. Time was never a problem for him.
This is an extremely old school, with dark and narrow corridors, weathered floors, and ghostly hands that seem to stretch out from the narrow bookshelves at any time. On rainy nights, everything seems to be back to the era when whistles can still be heard.
Finally, the red figure stopped in the middle of a grassy field. It was a neoclassical courtyard with an open lawn in the middle and buildings all around. The main entrance was two tall towers, standing in the rainy night.
The red figure disappeared through the door, but there was no one in the college. He knew he had found the right one, but he still hadn't found the correct way to enter.
He started running again, and countless fragments of time flew past him. When he landed, the rain lines became more dense. The third bell just fell, and a room in the tower on the right lit up with dim light.
He walked in, the door was open a small crack, and a figure was sitting on a chair in front of the table, with his back to the table, looking up at the blackboard.
He walked into the room, and the man seemed to be startled when he turned around. He saw that it was a mixed-race man with brown eyes, holding a thick book in his hand.
"Who are you?"
"This is a question I want to ask you."
"You broke into my office."
"Someone asked me to come."
He saw the man closing the book helplessly, and sighed softly and said: "It seems that we are in trouble again, Naog Soship, what about you?"
"Batman."
"No, you are not him." The man's brown eyes shimmered, and when he stared at him, people felt a subtle trance. "You are not just him, there are two souls in your body."
"flash."
"You are not just him either." The man who called himself Suo Xipu took out a pair of glasses from the side and put them on. He stared at the red figure and said: "The fusion of these two souls will lead to destruction. Do you feel
Are there beginning to be cracks in the universe?"
He just glanced at the palm of his hand silently, and there was a slight sound there, and Barry's voice that only he could hear came, "Please, don't continue, Batman, you can't do this."
Trying to save anyone else will only destroy ourselves."
"It seems that your plan did not succeed." He heard Suoship say: "There is no answer you are looking for here, go back."
The red Batman started running, but at that moment, he passed through Sohipu's figure and didn't touch anything.
This place is not within time, Sohipu's voice came from his ears, "Everything you see is just a projection. I am not in the time you are in now, so you can't touch me no matter what."
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"Tell me the truth about time." There was anger in his tone, almost roaring, "Someone said you have the truth here, tell me how to reverse time."
"I told you, there is no answer you want here." Suoship turned around and walked back to the desk. He picked up the globe next to him and flicked it, and then said, "Follow me."
Suoship's figure suddenly became blurry. When he took a step, he stood in front of the red Batman and walked past him. The red Batman suddenly turned around.
He started running after Suoship, but he could hardly keep up with him. He shuttled through the endless speed force, but the figure holding the globe in front of him always kept a close distance from him.
The moment he stopped, the blurry shadow in the Speed Force dispersed, and he found that he was still where he was, but everything was completely different.
All the objects in the study are floating, rotating, upside down or fragmented in a weird posture, like a weird and absurd dream.
"This is the dream, welcome to the dream world." Suo Xipu's voice appeared vaguely, and the red Batman turned his head and handed over a book.
"Look at this." He seemed confident and said, "I guess they have the answer you want."
Red Batman opened the book.
The first page of the book shows a young man with blue eyes looking slightly panicked.
"What happened to that thing just now?!" Charles roared: "Why are there centaurs?! Has he read too many fantasy novels?!!"
"How do I know?!" A figure in front ran faster than him. It was Spider-Man Riley. He also shouted: "The armor just now was even weirder! I punched it and shocked myself half to death.
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"Stop shouting!" Jessica, the treasure girl flying at the front, looked back at the huge fat man chasing behind them, who looked like a sumo wrestler.
Judging from the opponent's size, he shouldn't be running so fast, but it is obvious that the opponent is not running. It can be clearly seen that every time he takes a step, the space shrinks under his feet. He has the ability to fold space.
Jessica rubbed her painful shoulder. She had just been grazed by the opponent's fist, and she felt as if she was about to be torn apart. But she had to pick up her energy and fly higher, towards the distance.
He took a look and said, "Go over there. That's the territory of the Crazy Fire Gang. They may be able to help us deal with him!"
"That vampire is here again!!!" Xu Shangqi, who was running at the end, turned in a hurry and shouted: "He wants to block us from the right and turn left!!"
"There's an octopus on the left!!!"
The group of people slowed down and slowly gathered together. There were weird personalities in all directions. Charles took a deep breath and said: "Don't panic, both vampires and sumo wrestlers can be disturbed by psychic abilities. I'll wait for them later."
Hold them for a moment and then run out."
"Then what do you do?" Jessica asked.
"When you run away, I will forcefully extract you." Charles swallowed his saliva and said, "That will make me need to rest for a few hours, but it doesn't matter, at least this time we have collected enough intelligence."
"Three, two, one... let's go!!"
In an instant, both the sumo wrestler and the vampire flying behind stopped for a moment. Jessica, who was flying in the air, punched the vampire away. Riley and Xu Shangqi took the opportunity to jump over the sumo wrestler's head.
Suddenly the screen freezes, everyone's movements are completely frozen, and then someone presses the rewind button.
Riley, Xu Shangqi and Jessica, who returned to Charles, all looked confused. Charles looked up in disbelief and saw a black-haired man reaching out to them.
Time began to flow backwards, everyone returned to the center of the road, and another desperate escape began.