Chapter 1238: The Farm of Justice (Part 37)

Schiller, standing at the door, narrowed his eyes slowly. And at this time, the Flash holding the ice gun realized that he might have said the wrong thing. He immediately laughed dryly twice, took a step back, and said: "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person. I'll leave now..."

After saying this, the light of the Speed Force covered his body. But the next second, huge white wings directly slapped him to the ground.

Lucifer, who had just come up from downstairs, was still wearing pajamas and looked at this group of people upstairs with impatience: "My dear neighbors, you don't sleep in the middle of the night and are rehearsing a play here?... Schiller, why are you here?"

"It's a long story." Schiller used his umbrella as a cane to walk down along the stairs, looked at the Flash slapped to the ground by Lucifer with his eyes, tapped the ground beside him with the tip of his umbrella, and said to Lucifer: "Catch him, I have something to ask him."

Lucifer maintained his original posture, but the Speed Force radiance that had just permeated the Flash disappeared. The Flash lay on the ground, hammered the ground with his fist, then turned to Schiller and revealed a smile with eight teeth.

"Professor, you must be very curious about the future, right? Then let me..."

"I'm more curious about your thesis."

The Flash squeezed a cry from his throat and lay on the ground dejectedly. Schiller turned to look at the other Barry and asked: "I remember you said that the Flash has infinite time."

"Almost." Barry also walked down along the steps and stood beside this universe's counterpart, squatted down, looked at him, and said: "The flow of time in the Speed Force is different from the outside world. Because the speed is too fast, so maybe you feel like only one second has passed, but I have already finished a year's worth of things."

"Being late is unthinkable for the Flash. No matter what we do, we have sufficient time."

The Flash lying on the ground immediately looked up and stared at him, his expression as if saying "How could you betray me?"

"Stand up." Schiller tapped the ground with the tip of his umbrella again.

The Flash sighed, climbed up from the ground, and patted the dust off his body. He wasn't wearing a uniform, just a hoodie and jeans. His face was younger than the Barry wearing the uniform, or rather, his demeanor and the direction of his facial muscles seemed younger.

"Grade?" Schiller asked.

"Just started junior year."

"What direction?"

"Criminal investigation information investigation and physical evidence technology science."

"I'm asking about the psychology direction."

"Time psychology direction in basic psychology."

"Specific research direction?"

"Time perception and time personality research."

Schiller frowned slightly, 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 looked up at Schiller, hesitated, and said nothing. Then he looked at Schiller with full expectation and said: "Professor, would you rather I tell you about the future first?"

"You'd better finish writing your thesis first."

After saying this, Schiller reached out and patted Barry, who was standing on the side, and said: "You can also use the Speed Force, so the time of you two in the Speed Force should be consistent. Now, enter the Speed Force, and watch him finish writing the thesis."

Both Flashes widened their eyes together. The Flash from the future of this universe looked at Schiller's increasingly unkind gaze, shrank his neck, and just as the excuse for refusal was about to come out, Schiller interrupted him:

"Didn't you say the first draft would definitely be handed in tomorrow? This means you should have at least finished writing a large half of it. You shouldn't be the kind of bad student who frantically makes up homework the night before the deadline, right?"

"I... probably not."

Seeing Schiller's gaze staring tightly at him, the expression on the Flash's face gradually turned into sadness. He hammered his arm, sighed, and said: "Alright, I'll go write it now."

After saying this, the light of the Speed Force spread again. Barry, who was standing beside Schiller, also entered the Speed Force. The Speed Force of the two also connected. After flickering for about three seconds, several sheets of paper suddenly appeared in the Flash's hand.

The Flash walked up and handed the stack of paper to Schiller. But Schiller looked at Barry, who was wearing the Flash uniform, looked at his somewhat haggard face, and asked: "How long did he spend?"

"Not long." Barry glanced sideways at his younger self and pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly.

When Schiller took the thesis, the look in his eyes when looking at the Flash was as if saying "Don't think I don't know what you did."

Then, he started to look down at the Flash's thesis. The thesis was handwritten, and the handwriting was very neat, but considering that the Flash has almost infinite time, this can't be counted as a bonus point.

What surprised Schiller was that this Flash from the future actually wrote a pretty good thesis.

Although there were no innovative achievements, it was already quite difficult to summarize the previous knowledge of the direction he was studying and prove it clearly at the undergraduate stage.

When looking at the first few pages, Schiller still felt that perhaps it was because the Flash had more time than others, but the more he flipped to the back, the more he felt that what the Flash wrote was really quite good. Many things were not something that could be ground out by grinding time, but had his own views, and at the same time, they were expressed very clearly.

And when flipping to the last few pages, the surprise and satisfaction in Schiller's heart had already been replaced by another kind of emotion. This was a very complex emotion. If it must be summarized in the simplest language, it was "Looking back..."

After reading, Schiller returned the thesis to the Flash and encouraged him a few words, but didn't see any surprised expression on the Flash's face.

This was actually not quite normal, because Schiller is a relatively strict teacher. Because the requirements are high, there are few students who can meet his requirements, and there are few students who can receive praise. If anyone received his praise, they would wish to brag about it to the whole world.

Even Schiller's proud student Yin Yin Wensi only practiced the ability to face Schiller's praise calmly in the late stage of his senior year.

The Flash's performance like this showed that he was probably praised by Schiller more than once, which meant that his usual grades were not bad, at least definitely better than someone else's.

Thinking of this, Schiller felt a breath stuck in his chest even more, but he couldn't vent his anger on the Flash.

Schiller always had extra preference for students with good academic grades, so he just patted the Flash's arm and said: "Your parents live here very safely, there is no danger, you can go back."

After the Flash left with Professor Zoom, who had been frozen into an ice block, Barry followed behind Schiller and walked downstairs. He looked at Schiller's expression and said somewhat puzzled: "What's wrong? Professor? You don't seem very happy? Didn't we solve a big trouble?"

Then, he said somewhat proudly, crossing his arms: "It seems that the me of this universe has pretty good academic grades. Of course, if he is your student, then it must be a famous teacher producing excellent students."

Schiller's footsteps paused. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked Barry up and down from head to toe. Barry felt his back go cold from his gaze. He shivered, rubbed his arms with both hands, and said: "What's wrong? Professor? Is there something on my face?"

"You graduated from Central City University?"

Barry nodded and said: "I have two master's degrees. I originally wanted to continue reading for a doctorate, but later the Central City Prosecutor's Office had a good job position, so I didn't choose to continue reading, but went directly to work."

Schiller continued to walk down the stairs and asked while walking: "Are you mixed into the FBI's West Coast Academy to catch Thawne?"

"Yes, I knew he had a friendship with the new FBI director Free. Free sent him to this so-called West Coast Academy just to go against you. At that time, I didn't know you had special abilities and thought you needed help."

Barry shrugged and laughed awkwardly twice, seemingly feeling funny about his own worrying. But he didn't expect Schiller to look back at him and say: "I indeed needed help. At that time, there were too many students in the academy. I needed a teaching assistant. Are you willing to come?"

"But I still have things..." Barry stopped just after saying this. He thought carefully for a while and then said: "Wait a minute, I don't seem to have anything to do either. Thawne has no harm for the time being... No, I'm afraid I still have to find a way to leave this universe. I can't stay here forever, right?"

"I will greet Amanda tonight and let you participate in the training. Tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock, see you in the classroom."

"I..."

"If you still want to leave here, you'd better not be late."

Looking at Schiller's departing 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."

And when Schiller's figure was about to disappear into the darkness of the stairwell, Barry seemed to suddenly think of something. He just wanted to open his mouth to ask, but stopped.

Barry turned his head and looked at the ray of light coming from the room door upstairs.

He heard the conversation of the family of three in the room. It seemed that Mr. Allen promised little Barry to go to the street to buy fishing gear tomorrow, while Mrs. Allen was complaining that the two of them had messed up the luggage.

Listening to those trivial daily conversations, Barry almost couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth that were rising.

But at this moment, he was just standing in the dark stairwell. This bright light couldn't shine on him, and the harmonious and loving family of three had nothing to do with him. They were people of two worlds.

Barry knew that the mom and dad who truly accompanied him as he grew up would never come back. His action to save his mother had completely ended in failure. The regrets could never be made up for, and the sadness and powerlessness would never dissipate.

But for some reason, whenever he thought that a version of himself in a universe was living the happy life he dreamed of, he felt that he could reconcile with those imperfections and regrets.

The obsession with utopia engraved in human genes is something that no amount of cruel reality can destroy. Even if it is just imagining that a version of himself in a parallel universe might be living the happy life he wanted, it can give a tired traveler a trace of comfort, let alone seeing it with his own eyes and hearing it with his own ears?

At this very moment, Barry suddenly understood that Batman doesn't need a lifebuoy.

In this countless number of universes, the vast majority of Batmans are unfortunate. They float or sink in the sea of bitterness, but can never touch the shore.

What they want is not the encouragement from people standing on the shore, nor is it a lifebuoy thrown to them by people with spare energy, but a version of himself standing on the shore, telling them that the days of sticking to the darkness have hope.

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

And when the bat that fell into the darkness halfway looks up, sees the firelight in the cave, and hears the snoring coming from the cave, it can also imagine that good dream of that night.

And can also use this to guard the lonely roots for the campfire in the long night, quietly waiting for the dawn. ===== CHAPTER 1239 =====