Chapter 2336: Psychic Assault (Twenty-Two)

Chapter 2367 Psychic Assault (Twenty-two)

This is a dead city.

There are no gunshots, explosions, or sirens. Only the dark clouds that seem to be thick and indissoluble cover the last ray of moonlight. The only light in the whole city comes from a red figure.

He ran in the ruins of the city, but his running movements could not be seen. He was like a red lightning, but the shadow behind him was left with a thick black.

The red figure stopped in front of the tombstone. The dark clouds showed his last mercy. A ray of moonlight shone on the tombstone, illuminating the crooked name engraved on it with another kind of desolation.

"Barry Allen."

The Flash died, but there was no body. He lived in the world in another way, but countless sinful bodies were buried under the tombstones all over the mountains, and the one in his arms was the last one. When this inhuman corpse fell to the ground, the tiny dust splashed was like a silent sigh.

When the figure turned around, a bat pattern whiter than the moonlight was printed on his chest, but the middle of the bat's two wings was cut by the shape of lightning, like a bat that was torn apart.

The countless sharp edges on the shoulder armor shone coldly under the moonlight. He turned around without mercy, not staying for a second for the name of the old man. Perhaps as the culprit who buried the bones of the Flash here, he should not be moved.

The moonlight became more and more hazy and blurred, and the world seemed to be covered with a layer of veil. When he reacted, a thick fog enveloped the cemetery.

He looked back and saw a black shadow standing quietly in the middle of the thick fog in the distance.

There was nothing there, but it seemed to be as noisy as usual. The shadows coming and going in the thick fog made him feel familiar, 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 would never come back and was abandoned in time.

Nothing is more ruthless than time. It will never bring back the lost, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he sacrificed, never, never...

The moment he turned around, he moved, turned into a red lightning, and ran towards the figure at a speed far beyond 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 the thick fog. The shadow had been watching him quietly, like a contemptuous laugh, and also like a deep sigh.

He finally stopped, and a low voice came from the red metal mask, "Who are you?"

"The truth..."

Suddenly he heard a word like a particle of fog drilling into his ears, it sounded like the fog was whispering.

"Go..."

He heard it again, he felt that his auditory organs were decomposed and reorganized by the fog, becoming another form of receiver.

"Where to go?" he asked.

Suddenly, the thick fog condensed and dissipated, and in the moment of condensation again, some fragmented pictures appeared in front of him.

It was a dimly lit study room, the flames of the fireplace swayed 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 shrunken organs, and on the right was a huge globe, with the light under the brass table lamp flickering again and again.

The bookshelves on the three walls were filled with all kinds of classics, and on the blackboard in the center were drawn strange and indescribable patterns and a lot of formulas, with sloppy handwriting and distorted text.

Open books and newspapers were piled on the table in a disorderly manner, several letters and letter openers were thrown on the side of the table, the cigarette butts in the ashtray had just been extinguished, and the whiskey was half gone.

The pocket watch hanging on the shelf ticked, which was the only thing that could provide useful clues. The time on it told the witness that the owner of this room was in the Greenwich time zone.

Ding, ding, ding...

The sound of the clock tapping woke him up. When he woke up, the thick fog had dissipated. Under the low mask, the corners of his mouth were turned down. He looked down at his palm.

Let me see your true face...

With the red lightning reappearing, it was just a blink of an eye to cross the ocean. It rained again in London tonight.

To find a person in the city, it is difficult to even determine the location with just a few indoor clips, but the scenery outside the window was captured in the fleeting clip, which was the upper reaches of the Thames.

The sound of the bell, he thought.

Turning his head, the wall clock inside the street window showed that it was 3:05. London uses Greenwich Mean Time. The area that is 5 minutes slower than this time is Oxford.

The red figure appeared in the ancient city. Walking in Oxford on a rainy night, it seemed to go back to the time thousands of years ago when cattle waded through the upper reaches of the river. Monks in robes came in groups. The exterior walls of the city buildings, which can be regarded as ancient in modern times, began to erode from this rain.

It looked like the office of a medieval scholar. He thought that the oldest place in the whole of Oxfordshire was the University of Oxford in the city of Oxford, so he should 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 reach out from the narrow bookshelves at any time. On rainy nights, everything seems to have returned to the era when whistles can still be heard.

Finally, the red figure stopped in the middle of a lawn. This is a neoclassical courtyard with an open lawn in the middle and buildings all around. The main entrance is two tall towers, standing tall in the rainy night.

The red figure disappeared in the door, but the college was empty. He knew he had found the right one, but he still hadn't found the right way to enter.

He ran again, countless fragments of time flew past him, and the rain lines were denser when they landed. The third bell just fell, and a room in the tower on the right was lit with a dim light.

He walked in, the door was open a little, and a figure sat 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 the question I want to ask you."

"You broke into my office."

"Someone asked me to come."

He saw the man closed the book with a little helplessness, sighed and said: "It seems that there is trouble again, Neog Sosip, what about you?"

"Batman."

"No, you are not him." The man's brown eyes shone faintly, and when he stared at him, he felt a subtle trance, "You are not just him, you have two souls in your body."

"The Flash."

"You are not just him either." The man who called himself Sosip took out a pair of glasses from the side and put them on. He stared at He looked at the red figure and said, "The fusion of these two souls will lead to destruction. Do you feel that the universe is beginning to crack?"

He just glanced at his palm silently, and there was a subtle sound from there. Barry's voice, which only he could hear, came, "Please, don't go on, Batman, you can't save anyone with this method, it will only destroy ourselves."

"It seems that your plan did not succeed." He heard Sosip say, "There is no answer you are looking for here, go back."

The red Batman ran, but at that moment, he passed through Sosip's figure and touched nothing.

This place is not in time. Sosip's voice came from his ear, "Everything you see is just a projection. I am not in the time you are in now, so no matter what, you can't touch me."

"Tell me the truth about time." His tone was full of anger, almost roaring, "Some people say you have the truth here, tell me how to reverse time."

"I said, there is no answer here." Sosip turned and walked back to the desk. He picked up the globe next to him and turned it, then said: "Follow me."

Sosip's figure suddenly became blurred. When he took a step, he stood in front of the Red Batman, walked through him, and the Red Batman turned around suddenly.

He ran after Sosip, but he almost couldn't keep up with him. He shuttled through the endless speed force, and the figure holding the globe in front of him always kept a distance from him.

The moment he stopped, the blurred shadow in the speed force dissipated, but he found that he was still in the same place, but everything was very different.

All the objects in the study floated up, rotating, inverted, or fragmented in a weird posture, like a weird and absurd dream.

"This is the dream, welcome to the dream world." Sosip's voice appeared hazily, and Red Batman turned his head and a book was handed to him.

"Take a look at this." He seemed very confident and said, "I guess they have the answers you want."

Red Batman opened the book.

The first page of the book was a young man with blue eyes with a slightly panicked expression.

"What was that thing just now? !!" Charles roared: "Why is there a centaur?! Has he read too many fantasy novels? !!"

"How do I know?!" A figure in front ran faster than him. It was Spiderman Riley. He also roared: "The armor just now was even weirder! I punched it and shook myself half to death!!"

"Stop shouting!" Jessica, the treasure girl flying in the front, looked back at the huge fat man who was chasing them. He looked like a sumo wrestler.

Judging from the opponent's body size, he shouldn't be running so fast, but it's obvious that he is not running. It can be clearly seen that every time he takes a step, the space under his feet shrinks. He has the ability to fold space.

Jessica rubbed her aching shoulder. She just felt like she was being torn apart after being grazed by the opponent's fist. But she had to cheer up and fly a little higher. She looked into the distance and said, "Go over there. That's the territory of the Wild 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 the corner in a panic, and then shouted: "He wants to block us from turning left from the right!!"

"There's an octopus on the left!!!"

The group slowed down and slowly gathered together. There were weird personalities everywhere. Charles took a deep breath and said: "Don't panic. Vampires and sumo wrestlers can be disturbed by psychic abilities. I'll hold them for a moment and you run out."

"What are you going to do?" Jessica asked.

"Wait until you run away, and I'll force you to get out." Charles swallowed and said: "That will make me need to rest for a few hours, but it doesn't matter, at least we have collected enough information this time."

"Three, two, one... go!!"

Instantly, the sumo wrestler and the vampire flying behind him paused for a moment. Jessica, who was flying in the air, punched the vampire out, and Riley and Xu Shangqi took the opportunity to jump over the sumo wrestler's head.

Suddenly, the video froze, and everyone's movements were completely frozen, and then someone pressed the rewind button.

Riley, Xu Shangqi, and Jessica, who returned to Charles' side, were all confused. Charles looked up in disbelief and saw a black-haired man reaching out his hand to them.

Time began to flow backwards, and everyone returned to the center of the road, and another desperate escape began.