"Hello? It's me. What's wrong? ...No way. All right, I'll go back and take a look now. Thank you, ma'am." Barry hung up, scratching his head in confusion.
Hal looked at him and asked, "What happened?"
"The property manager said someone may have broken into my old family home," Barry said. "I know that in some places, if strangers live in a house for long enough, the ownership can change. But Central City doesn't have rules like that. Besides, the neighborhood has always been safe. Who would sneak into someone else's house to live there?"
"Are you going back to check?" Hal asked. "Want me to come with you?"
"No need. Didn't you just get off work? You should get some rest." Barry said, "The property manager probably got it wrong. I'll go take a look and come right back."
With that, he turned into a bolt of lightning and left the Justice League base. He quickly raced back to Central City and arrived at the old house.
The place Barry lived in now was also family property, but it was not where he had grown up. It was a small apartment his parents had prepared for him in advance. The house before him was the home of his childhood, the Allen family's old residence.
It was a little remote, but very quiet and peaceful. There had not been any serious crimes in the entire neighborhood for years, and the neighbors all got along well. Otherwise, they would not have gone out of their way to warn him.
Barry took out his key and pushed open the gate. The yard looked well maintained. Whenever the neighbors hired someone to mow their lawns, they would also have them tend to the Allen yard. That was really because his parents had always