mtl008 Chapter 2367 Psychic Assault (22)
Chapter 2367 Psychic Assault (22)
Chapter 2367 Psychic Assault (Twenty-two)
This is a dead city.
There were no more gunshots, explosions, or sirens. Only the dark clouds that seemed to be forever thicker and thicker blocked the last ray of moonlight. The only light in the entire city came from a red figure.
He was running among 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 color.
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 is dead, but his body is gone. He lives on in the world in another way, but countless sinful bodies are buried under the tombstones all over the mountains, and the one in his arms is the last one. When this inhuman corpse falls to the ground, the tiny dust that splashes up is like a silent sigh.
When the figure turned around, there was a bat pattern on his chest that was whiter than the moonlight, except that 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 gleamed coldly under the moonlight. He turned around without mercy, not pausing for even a second for the name of his old friend. Perhaps as the culprit who caused the Flash to be buried here, he should have remained unmoved.
The moonlight became increasingly dim, and the world seemed to be covered with a veil. When he came to his senses, a thick fog enveloped the cemetery.
He looked back and saw a dark shadow standing quietly in the middle of the thick fog in the distance.
There was nothing there, but it seemed 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 is all in the past, the cold voice echoed in his heart, the past that will never come back and is abandoned in time.
Nothing is more ruthless than time. It will never bring back the lost one, no matter how hard he tried or how much he sacrificed, never, never...
The moment he turned around, he moved, turning into a red lightning and rushing 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 there, staring at him quietly, like a sneer of contempt, or 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 entering his ears like particles of fog, and it sounded like the fog was whispering.
"Go ahead..."
He heard it again, and he felt his auditory organs being decomposed and reorganized by the mist, becoming another form of receiver.
"Where to go?" he asked.
Suddenly, the thick fog condensed and dissipated, and when it condensed again, some fragmented images appeared before his eyes.
It was a dimly lit study. The flames of the fireplace flickered behind the delicate metal railings. On the heavy, thick wooden table, on the left was a pile of strange ornaments made of feathers, iron wires and unknown shriveled organs, and on the right was a huge globe. The light under the brass table lamp flickered again and again.
The bookshelves on three walls were filled with all kinds of classics. The blackboard in the center was painted with strange, indescribable patterns and a large number of formulas, with sloppy handwriting and distorted text.
Open books and newspapers were piled up in a disorderly manner on the table, several letters and letter openers were thrown on the edge of the table, the cigarette butts in the ashtray had just been extinguished, and half of the whiskey was gone.
The pocket watch hanging on the shelf was ticking, and it 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.
Dang Dang Dang...
The tapping sound of the wall clock woke him up. When he woke up, the thick fog had dissipated. Under his gloomy visor was a downward turn of the corners of his mouth. He lowered his head to look at the palm of his hand.
Let me see your true face...
As the red lightning appeared again, it crossed the ocean in the blink of an eye, and it rained again in London tonight.
To find a person in the city, it is extremely difficult to even determine the location based on just a few indoor clips, but the fleeting clip just captured the scenery outside the window, which is the upper reaches of the Thames.
The bell, he thought.
Turning around, the wall clock inside the street window showed that it was 3:05. London used Greenwich Mean Time, and the area that was 5 minutes behind this time was Oxford.
Red figures appeared in the ancient city. Walking in Oxford on a rainy night, it was as if I went back to the time thousands of years ago when cattle waded through the river upstream. Monks in robes walked in groups. The exterior walls of the city buildings that can be considered ancient in modern times began to erode from the 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 a very old school, with dark and narrow corridors, weather-beaten floors, and narrow bookshelves that seem like ghostly hands will reach out at any time. On rainy nights, everything seems to have returned to the era when whistles could still be heard.
Finally, the red figure stopped in the middle of a meadow. This was a neoclassical courtyard with an open lawn in the middle and buildings all around. The main entrance was composed of two tall towers, standing tall in the rainy night.
The red figure disappeared into the door, but the academy was empty. He knew he had found the right place, but he still hadn't found the correct way to enter.
He started running again, countless fragments of time flew past him, the raindrops were denser when they hit the ground, the third bell rang just as a room in the high tower on the right was lit with a dim light.
He walked in. The door was slightly open. A figure was sitting on a chair in front of the table, with his back to the table and looking up at the blackboard.
He walked into the room, and the man seemed startled when he turned around. He saw that it was a mixed-race man with brown eyes, holding a thick book in his hands.
"who are you?"
“That’s the question I want to ask you.”
"You broke into my office."
"Someone asked me to come."
He saw the man close the book with a look of helplessness, sighed and said, "Looks like there's trouble again, Niorg Sohip, what about you?"
"Batman."
"No, you are not him." The man's brown eyes glowed, and when he stared at him, he felt a subtle sense of trance. "You are not just him. There are two souls in you."
"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 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 came a subtle sound from there, and Barry's voice, which only he could hear, came, "Please, don't go on, Batman, you can't save anyone with this method, you will only destroy ourselves."
"It seems your plan has not succeeded." He heard Sosip say, "There is no answer here either. Go back."
The red Batman started running, but in that instant he passed through Soship's figure and touched nothing.
This place is not in time. Sohip'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 filled with anger, almost a roar, "Some people say you have the truth. Tell me how to reverse time."
"I told you, the answer you want is not here." Sosip turned around and walked back to the desk. He picked up the globe next to him and turned it, then said, "Follow me."
Soship's figure suddenly became blurred. When he took a step, he stood in front of Red Batman and walked past him. Red Batman turned around suddenly.
He ran after Sosip, but was almost unable to keep up with him. While shuttling through the endless speed force, the figure in front of him holding the globe always kept a distance from him.
The moment he stopped, the vague shadow in the speed force disappeared, and he found himself still in the same place, but everything was different.
All the objects in the study seemed to float up, rotating, inverted, or broken into pieces in a strange posture, just like a weird and absurd dream.
"This is the dream, welcome to the dream world." Soship's voice appeared hazily. The Red Batman turned his head and a book was handed to him.
“Take a look at this.” He seemed confident and said, “I think they have the answers you want.”
Red Batman opened the book.
The first page of the book shows a young man with blue eyes and a slightly panicked expression.
"What was that just now?!" Charles roared, "Why are there centaurs?! Has he read too many fantasy novels?!"
"How should I know?!" A figure in front of him ran faster than him. It was Spider-Man Riley. He also shouted, "That 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 is obvious that he is not running. It can be clearly seen that with every step he takes, the space under his feet shrinks. He has the ability to fold space.
Jessica rubbed her aching shoulder. She was just grazed by the opponent's fist, but she felt as if she was about to be torn apart. But she had to cheer up and fly higher. She looked into the distance and said, "Go over there. That's the territory of the Wild Fire Gang. Maybe they can 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 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 strange 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 back for a moment, and you guys run out."
"So what do you do?" Jessica asked.
"Once you guys run away, I will forcibly withdraw." Charles swallowed and said, "That will require me to rest for a few hours, but it doesn't matter. At least we have collected enough intelligence this time."
"Three, two, one... go!!"
In an instant, the sumo wrestler and the vampire flying behind him 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 picture froze, everyone's movements were completely frozen, and then someone pressed the rewind button.
Riley, Xu Shangqi and Jessica returned to Charles' side with confused looks on their faces. Charles looked up in disbelief and saw a black-haired man reaching out his hand to them.
Time began to flow backwards, everyone returned to the center of the road, and another desperate escape began.
(End of this chapter)