American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"You really don't want to tell me?" Miao Mu asked while squatting on the ground.

"You've asked me this seventy times. Why don't you pour gasoline on me and set me on fire?" After being asked this question all night, Barry no longer had the energy to waste with Naegi.

The sudden departure of the Speed ​​Force made him feel very uncomfortable with this world. He even felt rejected by it. The memories in his mind resurfaced again and again.

Especially since he accepted the memories of the current Barry Allen, it made him feel even more uncomfortable, as if a storage of memories was diverted to him, and due to the limitation of transmission speed, it made him overloaded.

Miaomu looked at Barry and was sure that he couldn't get anything out of him, so he simply untied the rope for him.

"Come on, at least I believe what you said, but I want to know, how can you return to the world ten years later?"

"Speed ​​Force... that's a special ability that allows me to have super speed and run back in time at the speed of traveling through time."

Barry sat in a chair and spoke a little tiredly. The current actions of Barry Allen emerged in his mind, making him feel a little schizophrenic.

But now Barry Allen is about to become the Flash. In the laboratory, he was struck by lightning, causing the chemicals in the laboratory to produce a one billionth effect on his body.

Now Barry Allen has super speed and super recovery abilities. With the blessing of the speed force, he can divert some of the energy and not be so weak.

"Then, where can we find the Speed ​​Force?" Naegi asked curiously. After all, the Speed ​​Force requires lightning, and it seems difficult to attract lightning in Gotham in winter.

Barry opened his eyes and looked at Naegi. He said, "I feel the existence of the Speed ​​Force on the clock in your house, but it's different. I can't really tell..."

"Then wait a month."

Naegi stood up. He still remembered the cooling time of the Time Clock, which was one thousand hours, which was equivalent to more than forty days.

"Ah?" Barry was a little stunned, but when he remembered who was in front of him, he no longer looked surprised.

Instead, he felt that it was natural. If Naegi couldn't handle his current situation, he could only find a way to ask Batman or Superman for help.

Miao Mu looked at his expression and said, "It seems that my relationship with you is not that bad."

"Almost, all..." Barry reacted immediately and closed his mouth, not wanting to reveal any information.

Naegi curled his lips indifferently and called Barry to come out. It was already dawn outside. From Arkham Asylum, they looked down at the dilapidated slums below.

The wind, as cold as a knife, blew towards me.

The thin white shirt that Naegi was wearing had its corners blown up by the wind, revealing the black double-layer bulletproof vest underneath.

Barry hugged his arms and shivered, but he calmed down. He stood behind Naegi and looked at the stacked slums below, which looked like building blocks built by a child.

"This place... sucks." Barry couldn't help but complain.

"It's definitely not as good as it will be in ten years. By the way, how are you going to spend these days? If you want to use my clock, you'll have to wait until next month. It needs...power storage, you know."

Naegi explained, but in his mind he was thinking about how to make use of this Flash.

"Is this... almost Christmas?"

Barry turned his head and looked at Arkham Asylum, which was being rebuilt and repaired after the fire. The trees in the yard were burned black, just like the scorched earth in hell.

Naegi turned and glanced at Barry, even though the Flash had matured a lot, he still slipped his tongue when speaking, which was a good habit.

"Do you need me to give you a Christmas present? Remember to hang up your Christmas stockings, Santa Claus will come to visit you at night!"

Naegi teased with a smile, but there was no smile on Barry's face. He just stared straight at Arkham Asylum.

"Does it bring back any memories for you?" asked Naegi.

Barry turned his head to look at Naegi, and finally shook his head, "Nothing, just a little uncomfortable."

"If you don't mind, follow me for a few days. I'll have someone get you a trainee police uniform. How about that?"

After hearing this, Barry thought for a moment and nodded, "I agree, but... I want to meet Batman. I won't show up. I just want to confirm one thing."

"Can you tell me? Okay, you don't have to say it. Remember to follow me closely. Gotham is not as friendly as Central City."

Naegi put his hands in his pockets and walked outside, towards the parked police car. He didn't mean to scare Barry.

It’s just that the crime level in Gotham is much more terrible than that in Central City. In fact, when comparing the two, the criminals in Central City are so rare and weird that they are rarely seen in a million years.

Central City's resident villains, the Rogues, are the stars of the criminal world, and compared to Gotham's unscrupulous villains, these guys can be considered decent people.

The gang rules state that you cannot kill people unless it is absolutely necessary. You are also not allowed to take drugs, harm women and children, or engage in cruel and immature behavior.

Gang members cannot kill each other, and the profits from the activities must be shared reasonably. They only take the portion they deserve, and the rest will be distributed to those in need through various means.

What kind of angel is that? Look at what Gotham is. Compared to those fancy super powers, it's just crazy.

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A swamp on the outskirts of Gotham.

In some dark corners, the white snow still covered them. The cold froze the swamps, and the ferocious woods looked like twisted ghosts.

A man in a black windbreaker was walking on the frozen soil. In his leather-gloved hands, a golden chain was shaking, pointing in the direction like a compass.

"I don't want to go in here at all."

The man looked up and saw that it was Kandinstein who had left for a long time and rushed to Gotham following Naegi's address.

In his eyes, there was a huge magical creature sleeping in this swamp. The magical fluctuations emanating from that creature alone made him feel pressured.

Besides, he didn't want to meet this guy. Well, sometimes having too many friends can be a hassle, at least that's what Kondinst thought.

As for whether he is a friend or a creditor, it is hard to say...

"Thanks Zatanna, this lovely girl is always willing to help handsome John."

Kondinstein took out a magician's cloak from his pocket and put it on himself to cover up his aura.

Apart from not being able to make him physically invisible, this cloak made him completely invisible in other circumstances. Of course, he could still be seen with the eyes.

Kondinstein took off his gloves, and a golden chain in his palm pointed to a corner of the swamp, which was still covered with snow.

As he walked over, Kondinstein saw the outline of a car, an old Beetle, whose frame had been burned black by the fire. This was not good news.

Kondinstein walked over with a gloomy face, and just by putting his hand on the charred frame, he smelled the smell of hell.

This kind of stinking sulfurous flame can only be created by the magic of hell, those damned demons...

Kondinstein made a gesture and muttered something. He used a special illusion to recreate the previous situation of the car. Black dust gradually emerged on the frame in front of him.

Scene after scene appeared in front of Kondinstein's eyes. Although this illusion could reproduce what happened to the car before, it had limitations. He could only see the situation before the car was burned.

The low-level demon who was crippled by Constantinstein and thrown into the car as a location ate two thieves who stole the car here, and used this as a blood sacrifice to communicate with the son of the devil in hell.

With a whoosh, the illusion in front of Kondinstein was burned through by flames, and a cold and cruel voice sounded in his ears.

"Kondinstein, I accept your soul!!!"

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Kondinstein's forehead. He looked at the burned car in disbelief. He raised his hand and saw a black spot on his palm.

He quickly raised his hand and rubbed it a few times. The black spots were like tattoos, engraved into his skin.

"Damn it!"

Kondinstein immediately realized that he had been plotted against, and this was definitely not the work of the devil.

There is no way those idiots could prepare a trap like this!

My arrival and the car burned by hellfire were all traps set by someone, and the trap...

Constantinstein turned his head and looked in the direction of Gotham City, his eyes were as cold as ice, and his hands were clasped together. He was reluctant to use his magic for a long time, but he did not intend to surrender.

The black hair disappeared in an instant, revealing the golden hair hidden by the camouflage magic. Constantinstein lit a cigarette. He had quit smoking, at least that was the rule he had agreed with Zatanna.

After all, he is a "poor man" who will die soon!

As he exhaled a puff of smoke, Kondinstein's eyes turned red and his gaze was fixed on Gotham City. The scene kept changing and finally stopped in a dark and damp sewer.

"Solomon Grundy, born on Monday... baptized on Tuesday..." a dull voice recited something in the darkness.

Just when Constantinstein was about to see more clearly, a demon's face appeared and a breath of fire spewed out towards him.

"what!!!"

Kondinstein covered his eyes and screamed. The red in his eyes quickly faded, but the mental pain made Kondinstein kneel on the ground and grabbed a handful of snow to cover his red and swollen eyes.

"Good! Very good!" Kondinstein laughed angrily through gritted teeth.

How dare they plot against him! Those guys picked the wrong guy!