American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Tell me! Who are you? Don't fool me with the name of Barry Allen. I checked! The Barry Allen in Central City is still busy investigating a murder case, and he's not a police officer! He's a police officer!"

Inside the construction site of Arkham Asylum, a warehouse built with construction materials was lit with orange-yellow flames.

Naegi, wearing a white shirt and a paper bag with holes for his eyes on his face, harshly questioned the guy tied up in front of him.

Barry's muscular upper body was naked, and he was tied to a chair with ropes, with a soft ball stuffed in his mouth. It was the kind of soft ball used in the mental hospital to restrain the mouths of patients with suicidal tendencies.

"Wuwuwu..." Barry tried hard to explain, but the soft ball in his mouth made the sound he made difficult to discern.

Miao Mu crossed his arms and looked at him. Barry couldn't see the strange expression on Miao Mu's face through the paper bag.

Just an hour ago... Naegi asked someone in the Gotham Police Department to help contact the Central City Police Department. This person was indeed Barry Allen, the legendary Flash.

But this is not the Flash of this world. Compared to Barry, who only joined the Central City Police Department this year, this one... seems a little mature.

Moreover, his body is incredibly strong, and the slight muscle lines are different from those of normal people.

Those three electric shock bombs were enough to shock a person half to death, but when they hit him, they only left him unconscious for half an hour.

To sum up, Naegi basically confirmed that this Flash came to this world for some unknown reason.

Miao Mu's guess was almost right. After all, the Flash sneaked into his house just for the Time Clock. It was probably because of the press of the button by Miao Mu that something changed.

But Naegi couldn't ask directly, how come the natives of Gotham in this world know more than the Flash who wandered through other timelines?

So just be straightforward and use threats and inducements, and then use the "no fight, no acquaintance" approach. Isn't that how it's played out on TV?

As for whether the Flash is strong... Based on the theory that there can't be two Flashes in one universe, Naegi has just confirmed that he has become a weakling without super speed.

The muscles of other superheroes are for increasing strength and defense, but the Flash's muscles are for increasing control and adapting to changes in speed force.

With the ability to exceed the speed of light by ten times, the Flash can create air balls (Rasengan) with his bare hands.

"Since he won't tell me, kill him!" Miaomu waved his hand.

Otis, the rat catcher, with a gas mask on his face, walked in carrying a bucket of gasoline. He was shaking, and the gasoline spilled out and fell to the ground, emitting a pungent smell.

With a thud, the gasoline barrel fell to the ground.

Miao Mu snapped his fingers, and Otis took the soft ball out of Barry's mouth. Miao Mu said seriously:

"Last chance! If you don't tell me, you'll die!"

"Bah! Don't!" Barry took the soft ball out of his mouth, spit out the accumulated saliva, and quickly explained:

"I can tell you! But don't mess around! Naegi, I know who you are. Don't think I can't recognize you just because you're wearing a packaging bag!"

"..."

Miaomu's eyes narrowed. This was interesting. Did this guy know him?

It seems that I am quite famous in other worlds. Miaomu now wants to light a cigarette to calm down.

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At the same time, a guest came to Miaomu's house and easily avoided all the surveillance cameras.

A spare key was taken out from behind the house number.

"It really hasn't changed at all..."

The guest holding the key looked at the key in his hand that looked as clean as new, shook his head with some nostalgia, and opened the door.

Looking at the furnishings around him, he walked to the clock of time, raised his hand and gently touched the hour hand.

He turned his head to look at the light above the stairs, walked up the stairs, and pushed open Jason's bedroom door. Jason, wearing pajamas and headphones on his head, was already lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

The TV on the side was still replaying the ending song of the DVD. The guest walked over, turned off the TV, picked up the DVD box on the ground, took a look at it, and put it back.

These were Kung Fu movies rented from Chinatown. There were a lot of them in the box on the ground. It was obvious that Jason was also a Kung Fu fan.

The guest turned around and looked at the furnishings in the room, the baseball bats thrown randomly on the floor, the bomb potato ornaments on the desk, the Superman toys, photos, and a model of a Beetle car on the shelves.

Everything is so peaceful and nostalgic.

The guest took off the windproof glasses on his face, which were flashing with complex lights, and looked at the dressing mirror leaning against the wall.

The person in the mirror was a handsome young man wearing a brown leather jacket, blue denim jeans, military combat boots, and gloves inlaid with silver characters.

He is tall and strong, with a sharp gaze that carries wisdom and steadiness that comes from learning.

If you look closely, you will find that he and Jason, who is sleeping soundly on the bed, are somewhat similar, as if they are a pair of brothers who have been separated for many years.

He walked out of the bedroom, went downstairs, and went to the study room where the lights were still on. He looked at the messy scene with an expression of being indifferent, as if he was used to it.

He walked to the desk and looked at the bookshelf behind it. Among the pile of dangerous goods, he found a few cans of Scarecrow's fear gas, but the small syringes next to them were missing.

"call……"

He let out a long, emotional sigh, stuffed a can of fear gas into his pocket, put on goggles, pushed open the window and jumped out.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace in the darkness.

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"No, do you think I believe you? You are from ten years later? Fuck."

Miaomu didn't know what expression to show. He reached out to pull the paper bag off his face, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the burning iron barrel on the side, then walked back and forth around it.

Barry was sitting on the chair, with his head down and a look of regret, but he still wanted to struggle.

"I know this question is hard for you to accept, but this time is indeed ten years ago in my world. I can still name the victims of the murder cases I am investigating now."

"Who is the murderer?" Miao Mu turned around and asked.

"..." Barry frowned again and thought for a while, "If I go back ten years, my every move will change the world. Do you know the butterfly effect?"

"The question is, you are tied up here, hasn't that changed? No, you have changed just because you landed here!"

Miaomu didn't know what to say, but at least he analyzed something from Barry's words.

That is, ten years later, he is still alive, and the Barry ten years later still recognizes himself, but looking at his expression, is he on guard against himself? Has he been tricked by himself?

Naegi pondered secretly, and even considered asking Nygma to come over and analyze it, but he was also afraid of the butterfly effect flapping its wings, but this has already become a fact...

"By the way, what kind of person will I be in ten years?"

Naegi asked what everyone wanted to know: what would he be like in ten years?

Looking at Miao Mu's expectant smile, Barry was a little embarrassed: "How can I not say it? Because some things will not change unless the last layer of window paper is broken. You said this yourself!"

"I did not say!"

Miao Mu argued: "What does what I say in the future have to do with me now? I just want to know what I will be like in ten years."

"No, I really can't tell you... What if it changes, I'll..." Barry's conflicted expression was like he had fallen into a swamp. He had completely given up asking for help and struggling.

Miao Mu's anticipation gradually disappeared, and finally turned into impatience. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Get rid of him!"