Chapter 336

It seems to be called.....

Penny Parker.

....................man.

Pipa—!

Golden lightning exploded, revealing a figure.

Barry Allen also arrived at the bridge at this time.

"Are you okay, Bruce?

I came over immediately after hearing Alfred’s message."

Batman turned to look at Barry, pointing behind him: "I’m fine, it helped me—"

"Who?"

Barry peered behind him, but found no one.

Bruce turned his head back, only to find that the "round-headed robot" had disappeared.

He had to wave his hand and brush it off: "Nothing... it was a girl, she seemed to be just passing by."

"Oh?"

Barry Allen’s eyes were curious: "Your romantic history?"

"Based on my previous impression, she looks even younger than you..."

Bruce glanced at him, expressionless: "What do you think?"

"Uh... okay, sorry."

Hearing that there was such a big age gap between the other party and Batman, Barry felt embarrassed and spread his hands to apologize: "You know, I’m not very good with words."

"You’d better not say that in front of a certain guy."

"He doesn't like hearing such things."

Bruce felt it necessary to warn Barry.

To avoid this junior accidentally offending that person.

"A certain guy?"

Barry Allen was a bit puzzled.

Who could make Batman show such a wary expression?

What kind of expert is it...

Bruce: "I’ll introduce you when I have the chance."

"Forget it then..."

"I don't want to deal with such a dangerous-sounding guy."

Barry Allen declined directly.

Then.

He organized his language and said goodbye to Bruce: "Well... I’d love to help you clean up the mess, but this little hero has to go eat breakfast."

Batman nodded slightly, his face taut: "Goodbye, Flash."

"Okay... goodbye, Batman."

Transforming back into "golden current."

Barry Allen returned the way he came.

When he returned to the breakfast shop in Central City.

The male clerk had just barely finished making the sandwich...

Seeing Barry come out of the restroom, the clerk handed him the bagged sandwich and said without any self-awareness: "How about it, I made it fast enough, right?"

What he got in return, of course, was Barry Allen’s death stare...

—Slap!

He took out coins and finished paying.

Barry took the bag and left the breakfast shop immediately.

In one go, without looking back.

Clearly.

He didn't want to say a single word more to this clerk.

After arriving at the research center where he was employed.

Barry, who was late, was naturally scolded by his Indian boss.

For no other reason than that Barry had been late the most times recently.

He was the Flash, yet he was the one who was late the most often...

There’s no one else like him.

Barry was also helpless about this...

—Who told the Justice League to love ordering him, this young man, around.

However.

The boss only taught him a lesson symbolically.

After all, Barry’s work ability was quite good.

After this matter was over.

Barry started his day’s work as usual.

His main work content was to identify evidence for some cases.

The reason why he chose this special job in the first place.

Also had to do with his traumatic childhood...

That was a painful memory.

It happened on a certain day when Barry was eleven:

He was upstairs at the time.

His father, Henry Allen, was buying tomato cans at the supermarket.

His mother, Nora, was attacked and stabbed in their kitchen.

After Henry returned home, he found the murderer gone.

He asked Barry to call the police for help.

But after the police arrived, Henry, who was at the murder scene, was wrongly convicted and considered the criminal who killed Nora...

To this day.

Henry is still serving his sentence in prison.

Therefore.

Barry Allen had always wanted to find evidence.

To prove that his father was not the real murderer.

Dang dang dang~

The glass door of the laboratory was knocked.

In front of the microscope, Barry Allen took off his goggles and turned to look.

I saw.

Behind the door, two familiar colleagues were waving at him with smiles.

"Barry, come and hear the good news."

Good news...?

Barry Allen was suspicious.

Following his two colleagues, he came outside the research center.

His Indian boss was boasting about an important case he had taken over, surrounded by reporters’ microphones:

"—I am satisfied with the verdict in the Johnson case. The evidence analyzed by our laboratory is sufficient to provide full proof.

And this is thanks to the hard work and high focus of our staff."

"?"

Barry Allen frowned, not agreeing with his boss’s words: "I haven't finished analyzing that evidence yet..."

Beside him, a female colleague with two buns on her head didn't take it seriously, giggling and mimicking: "Oh~ Barry hasn't finished analyzing that evidence yet~"

Another male colleague with black-rimmed glasses also echoed: "Wow~ if we listened to you, murderers from decades ago still wouldn't be convicted."

Hearing this.

Barry Allen immediately thought of his father who was still in prison.

Thanks to his soft personality, he didn't get angry on the spot.

"I’m telling you... you might think such things are funny, but what we handle are all matters of life and death. They all have families!

You don't realize the seriousness of the matter at all!"

After speaking...

He turned and left on his own.

Leaving the two colleagues looking at each other...

Time came to the evening.

Barry Allen returned home and found a yellow package at the door.

The courier had the words "Wayne Enterprises—Confidential Evidence" on it.

Opened the package.

Inside was a silver USB drive and a note.

The note briefly wrote an English word:

———"Sorry" (Bruce Wayne)

Clearly, this was the evidence Bruce helped him find.

But the result was not satisfactory...

Barry inserted the USB drive into the computer and watched a restored video.

At the same time, he also had a phone call with his father in prison:

[(You have a call from Iron Heights Prison, collect call, do you want to answer?)]

Barry Allen: [Answer]

[Hey, Dad]

Henry Allen: [Hey, Barry, how have you been lately?]

Barry Allen: [Pretty good...]

[Have you been going out more?]

[Yes... well, no, no.]

Barry Allen: [But I ran into a friend from college, Iris West, just today...]

Henry Allen: [Isn't she the goddess from your school days?]

[Does she have a boyfriend now?]

[Why don't you ask her out?]

[Dad, I...]

Listening to his dad still caring about his emotional life while in prison, Barry Allen looked at the computer screen, his throat choked up: [...I have a friend who helped restore the supermarket’s old surveillance video using a new program he researched.]

[The picture is very clear now, it’s just 2.7...]

[You never looked up, Dad...]

[Your face can't be seen in the surveillance.]

[So there is no new evidence to support your alibi. I’m afraid I have to start researching how to appeal next time...]

[No, that’s enough.]

On the other end of the phone, Henry Allen, wearing a prison uniform, said in a calm tone: [Don't worry about your old man’s affairs anymore...]

[That way you’ll have time to get a girlfriend.]

Barry Allen: [But, Dad, I don't want to...]

Henry Allen: [We’ve walked this old road, this is the last effort. Tomorrow will just be a formality.]

[Dad is fine, really.]

[If you ask me, I sometimes feel that staying in prison is easier for me.]

[Compared to the outside... she is gone...]

[Here I can still have a thought, imagine she is still alive...]

[Live your life well, Barry.]