Chapter 885: Childhood Trauma and Alibi

Pipa—!

Golden lightning exploded, revealing a figure.

Barry Allen had 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, his hand pointing behind him: "I'm fine, it helped me—"

"Who?"

Barry peeked behind him, only to find no one there.

Bruce turned his head back, only to find the "round-headed robot" was gone.

He had to wave his hand and dismissively said: "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 seemed even younger than you..."

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

"Uh... okay, sorry."

Hearing the age gap between the other party and Batman, Barry felt embarrassed and spread his hands in apology: "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 things like that."

Bruce felt it was necessary to warn Barry.

To avoid this junior accidentally provoking that person.

"A certain guy?"

Barry Allen was a bit puzzled.

Who could make Batman show such a wary expression?

What kind of expert was it...

Bruce: "I'll introduce you when there's an opportunity."

"Forget it then..."

"I don't want to deal with a guy who sounds that dangerous."

Barry Allen declined directly.

Then.

Organizing his words, he 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 tight: "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 that, I made it fast enough, right?"

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

—Snap!

Pulling out coins, he paid.

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 worked.

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

The reason was simple: recently, Barry had been late the most often.

Even though he was the Flash, he was the one who was late the most...

There was 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 lectured him symbolically.

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

After this matter was put aside.

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 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.

When Henry returned home, he found the killer gone.

He told 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 was still serving time in prison.

Therefore.

Barry Allen had always wanted to find evidence.

To prove that his father was not the real killer.

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 here and listen to the good news."

Good news...?

Barry Allen felt suspicious. ===== CHAPTER 890 =====