Chapter 1255: The Farm of Justice (37) Yong Lu

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, "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 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, then turned to Schiller and revealed an eight-toothed figure. Said with a smile.

"Professor, you must be 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’s only been a second, but I’ve done it for a year.”

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

The Flash lying on the ground immediately looked up 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 maybe it was his demeanor. And the direction of facial muscles looks younger.

"Grade?" Schiller asked.

"Just a junior in college."

"What direction?"

"Criminal Information Investigation and Physical Evidence Technology Science."

"I said psychology."

"Time-Psychological Directions in Basic Psychology."

"What is the specific research direction?"

"A study of time perception and temporal personality."

Schiller frowned slightly. He looked at Barry and said, "You are studying criminal investigation. Why do you want to study time psychology?"

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 sad. 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."

He then began to look down at Flash's paper. The paper was handwritten and the handwriting was very neat, but considering that Flash had almost infinite time, this was not really a plus.

To Schiller's surprise, the Flash from the future actually wrote a pretty good paper.

Although there are no innovative results, it is not easy to summarize the previous knowledge in this direction of one's own research and demonstrate it clearly at the undergraduate level.

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, Schiller's surprise and satisfaction had been replaced by another emotion, which was a very complex emotion. If we must use the simplest language to summarize it, it would be "on the contrary..."

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.

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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 Yin Wensi 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 shows that he may have been praised by Schiller more than once, which means that his usual grades are not bad, at least much better than someone else.

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

Schiller always favors students with good academic performance, so he just patted Flash's arm and said, "Your parents live here safely, 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."

Schiller He 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. 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 capture Swan?"

"Yes 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 twice, 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 to do..." 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 temporarily There is no danger... No, I'm afraid I 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 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."

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 time, he was just standing in the dark corridor. The bright light could not shine on him. The harmonious and friendly family of three had nothing to do with him. They were people from two different worlds.

Barry knew that his parents who had really grown up with him 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.

The obsession with utopia engraved in human genes cannot be destroyed by any cruel reality. Even if it is a fantasy that the parallel world that may exist has lived a happy life, it can give a tired traveler a little comfort, not to mention seeing it with your own eyes and hearing it with your own ears?

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

In these countless universes, most Batmans 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 from people standing on the shore, nor the lifebuoy thrown to them by people with spare energy, but someone standing on the shore to tell them that there is hope for the days that they hold on in the darkness.

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

And when the bats that fell into the darkness halfway raised their heads, saw the fire at the entrance of the cave, and heard the snoring coming from the cave, they could imagine the good dream that night.

They could also use this as a campfire in the long night, guarding the lonely roots and waiting for the dawn.