Chapter 1255: The Farm of Justice (37)

Schiller, who was standing at the door, narrowed his eyes slowly. At this time, the Flash, who was holding the freezing gun, realized that he might have said something wrong. He immediately laughed twice, took a step back and said, "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person. I'm leaving now..." 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 pajamas. He looked at the group of people upstairs with an impatient look and said, "My dear neighbors, you are not sleeping at night, rehearsing a drama here? ... Schiller, why are you here?"

"It's a long story." Schiller walked down the stairs using an umbrella as a crutch, glanced at the Flash who was slapped to the ground by Lucifer, knocked the ground next to him with the tip of the umbrella, and said to Lucifer, "Catch him, I have something to ask him."

Lucifer maintained his original posture, but the speed force brilliance that had just permeated the Flash disappeared. The Flash lay on the ground, punched the ground with his fist, and then turned to Schiller with an eight-tooth smile and said.

"Professor, you must be curious about the future, right? Then let me..."

"I'm more curious about your thesis."

The Flash cried out 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."

"Almost." Barry also walked down the steps and stood next to this cosmic isotope. He squatted 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 that only one second has passed, but I have already done a year's work."

"Being late is incredible for the Flash. No matter what we do, we have plenty of time."

The Flash, who was lying on the ground, immediately raised his head and glared at him, as if saying, "How can you betray me?"

"Stand up." Schiller tapped the ground with the tip of the umbrella again.

The Flash sighed, got up from the ground, and patted the dust off his body. He was not wearing a uniform, but a sweatshirt and jeans. He looked younger than Barry in uniform, or rather, his demeanor and facial muscles made him look younger.

"How old are you?" Schiller asked.

"Just a junior." Xin

"What field?"

"Criminal investigation information investigation and physical evidence technology science."

"I said psychology."

"Time psychology in basic psychology."

"What is the specific research direction?"

"Time perception and time personality research."

Schiller frowned slightly, he looked at Barry and said: "You are studying criminal investigation, why do you want to study time psychology?" Xin

The Flash glanced around, then looked up at Schiller, mumbled and didn't say anything, then he looked at Schiller expectantly and said: "Professor, how about I tell you about the future first?"

"You should finish your paper first."

After speaking, Schiller reached out and patted Barry standing next to him and said: "You can also use the speed force, so the time of the two of you in the speed force should be the same. Now, enter the speed force and watch him put The paper is finished. "

The two Flashes widened their eyes together. The Flash from the future of this universe shrank his neck when he saw Schiller's increasingly hostile eyes. He was about to say an excuse to refuse when Schiller interrupted him and said, "Didn't you say that the first draft can be handed in tomorrow? This means that you should have finished at least half of it. You shouldn't be the kind of bad student who starts to make up homework frantically the night before the deadline, right?"

"I... probably not."

Seeing Schiller staring at him closely, the expression on the Flash's face gradually turned into sadness. He hammered his arm, sighed and said, "Okay, I'll go write it now." Xin

After speaking, the light of the speed force spread again, and Barry, who was standing next to Schiller, also entered the speed force. The speed forces of the two were also connected. After flashing for about three seconds, the Flash suddenly had a few more pieces of paper in his hand.

The Flash walked up and handed the dozen papers to Schiller, but Schiller looked at Barry in the Flash uniform, looked at his slightly haggard face and asked: "How long did it take him?"

"Not long." Barry glanced at his younger self with a slanted eye, and pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly.

When Schiller took the paper, he looked at the Flash as if to say "Don't think I don't know what you did."

Then, he began 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 wrote a good paper.

Although there were no innovative results, it was quite difficult to summarize and prove the knowledge of predecessors in the direction of his research at the undergraduate stage. Xin

When reading the first few pages, Schiller thought that maybe it was because Flash had more time than others, but the more he turned the pages, the more he felt that the paper written by Flash was really good. Many things were not polished by time, but had their own opinions, and they were expressed very clearly.

When he turned to the last few pages, the surprise and satisfaction in Schiller's heart had been replaced by another emotion, which was a very complicated emotion. If it must be summarized in the simplest language, it would be "on the other hand..."

After reading it, Schiller returned the paper to Flash and encouraged him a few words, but he did not see any surprise on Flash's face.

This is actually not normal, because Schiller is a relatively strict teacher. Because of his high requirements, there are few students who can meet his requirements, and few students who can be praised. If anyone gets his praise, they want to brag about it to the whole world.

Even Schiller's proud student Evans did not develop the ability to remain calm in the face of Schiller's praise until the end of his senior year.

Flash's performance means that he has probably been praised by Schiller more than once, which means that his grades are not bad, at least much better than someone else's.

Thinking of this, Schiller felt more and more choked up, but he couldn't get angry with Flash. Xin

Schiller always favors students with good academic performance, so he just patted Flash's arm and said, "Your parents are safe here, there is no danger, you can go back."

After Flash left with Professor Speed, who was frozen into an ice cube, Barry followed Schiller downstairs. He looked at Schiller's expression and said with some confusion, "What's wrong? Professor? You don't seem very happy? Didn't we solve a big problem?"

Then, he hugged his arms with some complacency and said, "It seems that my academic performance in this universe is not bad. Of course, if he is your student, then he must be a good teacher and a good student."

Xi Schiller paused for a moment, and suddenly he turned around and looked at Barry from head to toe. Barry felt a chill on his back. He shivered, rubbed his arms with both hands and said, "What's wrong? Professor? Is there something on my face?"

"Did you graduate from Central City University?"

Barry nodded and said, "I have two master's degrees. I originally wanted to continue to study for a doctorate, but later there was a good job in the Central City Procuratorate, so I didn't choose to continue studying, but directly took the job."

Schiller continued to walk down the stairs, asking as he walked, "Did you sneak into the FBI's West Coast College in order to arrest Swan?" Xin

" Yes, I know he has a relationship with the new FBI director, Freeh, who sent him to this so-called West Coast College to fight you. At that time, I didn't know you had special abilities, and I thought you needed help. "

Barry shrugged and laughed awkwardly, as if he was amused by his own unfounded worries, but he didn't expect Schiller to look back at him and say, "I do need help. There were too many students in the college at that time. I need an assistant. Would you like to come?"

"But I have something else..." Barry stopped just after he said this. He thought carefully for a while, and then said, "Wait a minute, I don't seem to have anything to do. Swan is not available for the time being. endangered... No, I'm afraid I have to find a way to leave this universe. I can't stay here forever, right? "

"I'll say hello to Amanda tonight and ask you to attend the training. See you in the 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 back, Barry shook his head helplessly and whispered: "...The villains Batman needs to deal with are all the same as him, never giving others a chance to speak." Xin

When Schiller's figure was about to disappear in the darkness of the stairs, Barry seemed to suddenly think of something. He was about to ask, but stopped.

Barry turned around and looked at the ray of light coming out of the door upstairs.

He heard the conversation of a family of three in the room. It seemed that Mr. Allen promised little Barry to go to the street to buy fishing gear tomorrow, and Mrs. Allen was complaining that the two of them had messed up their luggage.

Listening to the trivial daily conversation, Barry could hardly suppress the corners of his mouth.

But at this moment, he was just standing in the dark corridor. The bright light could not reach him. The harmonious and friendly family of three had nothing to do with him. They were from two different worlds.

Barry knew that his parents, who had really accompanied him growing up, would never come back. His action to save his mother had completely failed. Regrets could never be made up, and sadness and powerlessness would never go away.

But for some reason, whenever he thought of himself in a universe living a happy life he had always dreamed of, he felt that he could also reconcile with those imperfections and regrets. Xin

The obsession with utopia engraved in human genes cannot be destroyed by any cruel reality. Even if it is a fantasy that the self in a possible parallel world lives a happy life as desired, it can give a tired traveler a little comfort, not to mention seeing it with one's own eyes and hearing it with one's own ears?

At this moment, Barry suddenly realized that Batman did not need a lifebuoy.

In this countless universe, most Batmen are unfortunate. They float or sink in the sea of ​​suffering, but they can never reach the shore.

What they want is not the encouragement of people standing on the shore, nor the lifebuoy thrown to them by people with spare energy, but a person standing on the shore to tell them that there is hope for the days of holding on in the dark.

Among the countless bats flying over the alley, there is always one that can reach the bright and warm nest.

And when the bat that fell into the darkness halfway raised its head, saw the fire at the entrance of the cave, and heard the snoring from the cave, it could imagine the good dream that night.

It can also be used as a campfire in the long night, guarding the lonely roots and waiting for the dawn. Xin

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