Night falls.
The city skyline glowed silvery gray in the moonlight.
The empty parking lot is too quiet.
"Hello?"
Ian bravely said hello to "Sam" who suddenly woke up. He looked at Flash who was startled. Barry·Allen was already frightened and took dozens of steps back.
"Is this a ghost?"
Barry·Allen usually only fights against Metahuman. For the "pretender" boy whose eyes are as clear as bloodshot, he can only make guesses based on his limited imagination.
"You're right."
The boy "Sam" did not deny it.
Instead, he gave Barry·Allen a like.
The devil is also a ghost.
There's really nothing wrong with it.
Maybe it was because "Sam"'s likes were too inspiring, or maybe it was because "Sam" poisoned the likes. In short, Flash passed out directly because of it.
Ian swallowed.
Pretend nothing happened.
"Can I use Constantine to repay this favor? I know where he is, and I can catch him for you now." He thought of a great countermeasure in his haste.
However.
"No, cutie."
The devil's eyes looked at Ian again.
The scarlet eyes are very evil.
He was registered remotely as Lucifer, and Sam is indeed his skin.
"Let's add a red Reaper. It looks cuter and completely different from the other Reaper." Ian pointed at Red-Robed Reaper who had been staring at him not far away.
Red-Robed Reaper was stunned at first.
Then he ran away.
In a flash, he disappeared around the corner of the street.
"She has a legal status, has worked hard for decades, and is a model worker." Lucifer, who possessed Sam, didn't pay attention, and just stared at Ian with a playful look.
He was still smiling evilly.
It's like you can't close your mouth.
"We all know that my father likes to take in some homeless children." Lucifer's tone meant something, and his eyes slowly turned normal black when he looked at Ian.
Very profound.
"You know all this?"
Ian heard something unusual from the other party's words. He had long discovered that Red-Robed Reaper might be integrating legally, but he didn't expect that Lucifer, who was obsessed with picking up girls, was also paying attention to this matter.
"As long as I want to know, I can know. This is omniscience." Lucifer poked his brain, or rather poked Sam's temple.
He seemed to have an overly strong desire to share, "You may not understand this ability, but I can tell you that it is a small gift. All people with omniscience do not receive all the information from the entire universe all the time. No one will be idle and pay attention to things that have nothing to do with them every day."
"The so-called omniscience means that when we want to know something, we can know it. You can think of this as us having a special information-gathering "organ"."
"Oh yes, organ, I love this name. Yes, every omniscient person has an extra organ, which stores a huge information library that is updated, added or subtracted at any time."
"When you need to check an event, a person, or even the direction of a certain world, whether it happened or not, we just need to search our database like data."
Lucifer used simple and understandable words to popularize little-known science for Ian.
"Sounds very scientific."
Ian was also exposed to this level of knowledge for the first time and was greatly shocked.
"Of course it's very scientific. Don't forget, the concept of science is also my father's masterpiece. Everything will be very scientific.
Omniscience can be seen as the product of the combination of consciousness and the rules of the universe. Each omniscient person has different additional organs, so in fact, high-level existence can also block the information collection of low-level people."
Lucifer snapped his fingers.
Nothing happened.
"If it can be blocked, is it still omniscience?" Ian pretended not to notice that the other party never left God's father,
He doesn't like to compete with people he can't compare to.
"Good question."
Lucifer showed an indifferent expression.
"It depends on how you view omniscience. In fact, Angelss also possess a certain degree of omniscience. They can use their connection with Heaven to obtain the knowledge of Heaven."
"There is a huge library there, which can also be regarded as the shared organ of Angels. If you want to deal with Angels one day, then cut off their connection with Heaven first."
"Without knowledge, Angelss will lose their power."
Lucifer's words have a bewitching flavor.
"Why tell me so much?"
Ian suddenly became alert.
"Of course it's because I watched you grow up and I like you very much. Of course, I also hope to see you one day.
You can use this to kill a few Angels."
"That would be fun, and I can brag everywhere about my contribution to it." Lucifer admitted his purpose frankly, and his excessive honesty made Ian ashamed.
After all, honesty is his innocence that he can never get back.
"So, can this also be used against you?" Ian lacked honesty and boldness. He noticed Lucifer's attitude, so he conducted a test.
As a DC know-it-all.
Ian knows very well the temper of Lord of Hell in front of him, that is, he doesn't like people who are too flattering and have a humble attitude.
Of course, Lucifer also doesn't like people who are too rude.
There is a degree in between.
Ian is pretty good at it.
Lucifer was not angry when he heard this, but smiled even happier.
"Unfortunately, I am not among them. After leaving the dirty place of Heaven, I grew an extra omniscient organ, which involves the field of omnipotence."
Lucifer's patience is very good.
He is imparting knowledge.
It seemed as if he didn't realize that Ian might take advantage of this opportunity and rely on him.
"Thank you, I gained a lot." Ian took a deep look at Lucifer. As the exchange continued, he gradually realized that Lucifer might not be a good teacher.
Lucifer is hinting something to him.
As a being beneath God and above all things, what Lucifer said would not be without purpose. Super Intelligence of Ian also gave him insight into the hidden meaning of Lucifer's words.
He hopes that Ian will have some understanding of omniscience and omnipotence, so that Ian can understand one thing, that is Super Hearing of Superman. The reason why it was blocked just now and now is that it is not just Super Hearing.
That is the beginning of omniscience.
Superman's collection of information is only blocked by a higher-level "computer". Yes, Ian has realized it and understands that Lucifer is hinting at the potential of Superman.
Super Hearing is the beginning of omniscience, and idealistic growth is the beginning of omnipotence. Lucifer is not only popularizing science, he is also teaching [Omnipotent Father God Training Manual] to Biography of Ian!
Does Lucifer want to see Superman rise?
Maybe it doesn't matter.
But Lucifer must have seen it. Ian has high expectations for Lord Father God, so he did what he wanted to popularize science. This is different from the temptation of low-end Demons.
High-end devils can truly see into people's hearts without reading minds!
"I have been in DC for fourteen years, and finally I met a noble person." Ian was also in a very excited mood. Unknowingly, he had found a suitable identity for Lucifer.
Noble Lucifer.
This is comparable to a mentor and a foster father.
"Very good, I just like how smart you are." Lucifer smiled and clapped his hands. He may not have known that he was attacked by [Networking Entanglement]. After all, it was silent and difficult to detect. The only shortcoming was probably that as the number of entanglements increased, there were not many names left for Ian.
"I also quite like my cleverness."
Ian is also very honest.
Lucifer Maybe this one is really good.
"As a reward, I plan to make you owe me another favor." Lucifer still controlled Sam's body, climbed out of the carriage and sorted out the stains on his body.
"I know that you have been rewarded by those guys, allowing you to play a more important role in this world, but this is not necessarily a good thing for you."
Lucifer picked up Demon Head who was pretending to be dead in the trunk. He seemed to have become more playful with the trembling head and used it as a football to play with the national football team.
Demons dare not be angry.
It also has to control itself against Lucifer's poor footwork.
"Are there any disadvantages?" Ian is not confused that Lucifer knows the reward he gets from death. After all, Lucifer has just explained to him the issue of omniscience.
"It depends on how you view the advantages and disadvantages." Lucifer seems to like to use this way of saying, "The more you get, the more you have to bear."
"I am the first one to make this kind of deal. Maybe the goddess who prefers you doesn't even realize that what they give you will bring you an unsolvable problem."
Lucifer's words made Ian a little stunned.
"An unsolvable problem?"
Ian's brain is spinning rapidly.
Lucifer was not in a hurry, but was waiting for him to think.
"Bang heart"
Lucifer aimed a fierce kick at Demon Head.
Demon Head suddenly surged and flew out, and the space was shattered. Demon Head seemed to be kicked back to Hell, and then it penetrated the dimension and fell from the sky.
"Lucifer!"
A roar appeared in the sky.
It is somewhat similar to the voice of the silly Black Angel that just appeared.
"Hey, this body is really easy to use. Let Michael come down and find me." Lucifer raised his middle finger to the sky and stepped on Ian's Abyss Demon Bucket.
Sky didn't respond.
It seems like someone is scared.
"I understand."
Ian also suddenly realized at this time. After truly thinking about it, he also understood what Lucifer said, at least he thought he understood it.
"The higher the status, the greater the responsibility. If some big disaster happens and I don't contribute enough, I will be banned?"
This speculation by Ian is actually quite reasonable.
However.
This is obviously not the answer Lucifer wants to tell Ian.
"You're not wrong, but you're also not right. What you need to care about is not this kind of problem, but how to face your own "story" and how to meet your old enemy."
Lucifer turned to look at Ian, with a somewhat profound tone in his tone, "In every story, the protagonist will have an old enemy. As your weight increases, your old enemies will also be strengthened."
"Your father and Luthor, your boss and Joker - the old enemy, will always run through your life, there is no way to avoid it. This is a kind of shameful setting that my bullshit father loves." Lucifer still likes to mention his God father, and will criticize God's shortcomings when he finds the opportunity.
No one responded to him.
Ian didn't dare to agree.
It's okay to scold God in normal times. After all, God usually doesn't care about it. But scolding others in front of other people's sons, Metropolis God of Gamblers will not bet on such a thing.
"No one can escape an old enemy, not even God himself. Of course, that includes me." Lucifer didn't seem to be annoyed by this, but instead felt as relaxed and comfortable as chatting at home.
"Then where is my old enemy?"
Ian tried to take shortcuts to find the answer.
"Then you have to ask my stupid dad."
Lucifer did not give a definite answer.
"Can't you let me owe you a few more favors? I'll feel more at ease if I owe you a few more favors." Ian knows that the more favors you owe, the greater your chance of success in launching [Networking Entanglement].
True.
There are risks involved, too.
However, as the saying goes, the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish. Danger always comes with opportunities. Ian is different from Constantine. His ideas are more modern.
"What you think is quite beautiful, and my favor is not easy to repay." Lucifer did not give Ian a chance to "innovate", he just blindly raised the "football" to the sky.
Demon Head keeps rising and falling.
Something was handed to Lucifer.
"What is this?"
Lucifer took Ian's notebook in surprise.
"For the recovery plan of Kryptonian, I have been worried about the love of my two brothers at home. This is a specially compiled guide for picking up girls. I have slightly modified it and added some ingredients from the omniscient brain."
Ian learned new terms, and of course he would apply what he learned on the spot, "You know, we ordinary people don't rely on superpowers to pick up girls. This is Police Beauty Special Attack Guide."
To a certain extent, he does have extradimensional knowledge.
"It's so funny, do you think I need superpowers to pick up girls?" Lucifer sneered, but he still looked at the notebook a few times, and then the notebook disappeared from his hand.
"Very well, you only owe me a favor now."
Lucifer, who just said that it was hard to repay favors, just left such a sentence, and then rolled his eyes, and the skin of Sam suddenly turned into a soft-legged shrimp and lay on the ground.
"God must have given Lucifer an aphrodisiac - it's so scary." Ian realized that Lucifer might have applied what he had learned. He stood there and felt that he couldn't understand such a situation.
Very shocked.
"Oh, great God Ian, you actually know that adult." Demon Head finally dared to speak at this time, even though its face was covered with stains, it was still very happy.
"I am definitely the only Demons who has fucked Heaven, and I have fucked him more than twenty times. Trigon is definitely not as lucky as me!
"It's probably floating now.
When talking about Trigon, we no longer use the honorific title.
He also called the other party Trigon.
It's really frustrating to have a Minotaur thing.
"Having felt the influence of that adult's athlete's foot, I may be about to receive a promotion!" Demon Head doesn't seem to be playing abstractly, it seems to have such a firm understanding.
What else could Ian say? He threw Demon Head back into the trunk in disgust, and then carried Sam, who had crawled out, back into the trunk like a kitten.
Sam was put back into his brother's arms again.
"Oh, and my uncle Barry." Ian thought that since he was called uncle, naturally he couldn't put it in the trunk, so he used Universal Slap, which is very suitable for this occasion.
"Papa"
The effect is remarkable.
Barry·Allen wakes up leisurely.
He covered his slightly aching face and looked around in panic.
"Where is Savitar-Savitar?"
He seemed to be still living in the past, as if his mind had pressed the time rewind button.
"Are you the uncle Barry that I used Speed Force to participate in the first seven of Savitar, and then returned to the past through the time channel?" Ian gave Speedster Barry·Allen a step up.
What a pity.
His good intentions were not appreciated.
"What Touqi? I-I seem to-" Barry rubbed his temples, his expression gradually recovered from the confusion,
"I remember Savitar caught me, and - you said you used Super Brain?"
"I remembered, Savitar was fooled by you into Los Angeles-then the boy suddenly sat up, gave me a thumbs up and I lost consciousness."
"What did he do to me?" Barry·Allen gradually remembered everything, and it was really a little regretful for Ian that he could not let Ian experience the chaos brought by Speed Force.
Ian was about to answer when suddenly, a cold voice sounded from behind.
"Are you Ian?"
The sound sounded like someone owed her forty-five thousand US dollars. Ian and Barry turned their heads at the same time and saw a tall woman wearing a black leather jacket standing not far away. She had long curly blond hair shawl casually, a poker face, and was dragging a very large sack behind her back.
"How bold Demons! How dare you call God Ian by his first name! How presumptuous!" Demon Head felt that its opportunity to show off had come, and it began to righteously criticize the mother Demons outside the carriage.
"Shut up."
The woman turned her head and glanced at Demon Head. Demon Head rolled her eyes wildly and passed out. She was the personal housekeeper brought out from Hell by the superiors Demons and Lucifer.
Belongs to Lucifer's loyal followers in Hell.
In Hell plays the role of Executioner.
"This is the garbage you threw away. We will not pay you for the garbage disposal." As she said this, the female Demons dragged the sack behind her and threw it in front of Ian.
"Thank you,."
Ian nodded in response.
"Huh?" After hearing the thank you, female Demons was stunned for a moment. She originally thought she would meet a Evil God who was familiar with Lucifer, but she didn't expect that the other party would be so polite.
"It seems that you are not as arrogant as Lucifer always praised you." Female Demons looked at Ian thoughtfully, then suddenly changed the topic and licked her lips.
"A date?"
What a direct invitation.
Ian smiled slightly.
"I'm afraid you have AIDS."
His rejection was also unpretentious.
Sincerity.
"..Demons, a girl who really likes to have sex everywhere, was slightly silent. Barry·Allen shrank to the edge of the flower bed and leaned against the wall. Seeing this scene, she couldn't help but feel the customs outside Central City from the bottom of her heart.
"Bad luck!"
Female Demons was critically hit by Ian's sharp knife. She turned around and left with a displeased face. Her figure blended into the night, as if she had completely disappeared from the streets of Metropolis in the blink of an eye.
"Why can that head in your collection talk?" Barry·Allen After the female Demons left, she looked at the unconscious Demons Vung Tau in the trunk.
He thought it was just a figure before.
"Uncle Barry, you don't have Super Brain at first glance." Ian's evaluation was very pertinent and slightly euphemistic. He walked to the sack and opened the rope tied to the sack.
The motionless Savitar was lying inside.
All over the body.
There is no more fluctuation of Speed Force.
He must not have fallen asleep.
Savitar's armor was intact, but there was no sign of life. Ian reached out and carefully lifted off the mask on Savitar's helmet.
As expected.
The person wearing the armor inside was already dead. His whole body seemed to have been burned by lava, and his unblinking eyes were like two pieces of coke.
"This is impossible!"
Barry·Allen came up and took a look.
The whole person suddenly started to tremble as if falling into an ice cellar.
He couldn't accept this fact.
The man who once chased him, almost all of Destruction and Central City, that terrifying existence who called himself "God of Speed", actually had a face that was exactly the same as his own!? Realizing something, Barry·Allen felt a chill run down his spine, and he broke into a cold sweat, as if there were countless needles crawling up his spine.
"Savitar, is that me?"
Barry·Allen cannot accept this fact.
He was struck by lightning.
My mind went blank.
"Speedster, that's what it looks like." Ian already knew this information, so he wasn't surprised. He started to dismantle Savitar's armor.
The night wind howls.
Barry·Allen still stood there in shock and fear.
And Ian is picking up equipment.
After all, they are all future technologies, and they are all considered good things, especially the Power Fist on the wrist. Ian had to use his little brains to find a way to disassemble it.
"Iron is like clay."
Ian tested this Power Fist, and casually scratched it against a stone brick wall. With a soft sound, Power Fist made of mysterious alloy cut through the stone brick effortlessly.
It's as smooth as cutting butter.
"If it can cut through the stone bricks here, it can probably cut through the steel, and if it can cut through the steel, then it must be able to cut through something else."
Ian tried again.
[Berserker Experience+3]
[Berserker Experience+2]
[Berserker Experience+23]
He once again proved that he is truly a genius.
"What are you doing?"
Flash broke away from the fear of the future, not by willpower, but by external factors. He found that Ian was performing behaviors that he could not understand at all.
This has to make Barry·Allen suspect that Ian is being mind-controlled.
"I'm leveling up."
Ian also knows that his actions can easily scare outsiders.
He reattached his thigh.
With the activation of his self-healing ability, Ian quickly recovered to be intact. He could still jump hundreds of meters high, but the hunger in his stomach became more and more obvious.
"Gu"
Barry·Allen swallowed.
He watched this scene.
The expression is absolutely wonderful.
Ian saw this.
He also immediately opened his mouth to explain.
"If you endure the hardships you inflict, you will be less beaten by others. You don't know how miserable I am today. Just because I am not diligent, I almost had my intestines punched out."
"Fortunately, I haven't transformed my appendix into a locker yet." Ian made a frightened expression, but Barry·Allen looked at him with even more surprise and uncertainty.
What does it mean to transform your own appendix?
Is this a statement without any wrong combination of statements?
The air is a little quiet.
"I understand, Metropolis is too far from Heaven - too close to Gotham." After a long time, Barry·Allen, who had long realized something was wrong, was able to figure everything out.
He limped and was supported by Ian onto Hellcat.
"Do you have a driver's license?"
Barry·Allen looks suspicious.
"Yes, yes."
Ian took out Psychic Card.
The above legal information display made Barry·Allen fall into silence again.
He always felt that something was very wrong, but he accidentally became a cripple with a broken leg, and he had no choice at all on certain issues.
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The neon lights of the city were twinkling in the distance, like countless stars falling into the world. Hellcat was driving smoothly in the night. There were still many passers-by in the streets and alleys of Metropolis.
This is a public security environment not seen in Central City and many cities.
The sense of security brought by Superman.
"Your father doesn't know that you applied for a fake certificate?"
Flash Barry·Allen was slumped on the back seat. The wound on his right leg had been hastily bandaged with an emergency bandage, but what made him even more uneasy was the girl with red cheeks in the front seat.
He didn't know whether he should ask Ian how many people he had kidnapped.
"Am I really not taken to a new parallel universe by Savitar?" Barry·Allen suspected that he had arrived in the universe of Tyrant Superman, and the serious person driving in front was the second-generation ancestor of Metropolis.
"Have you heard of me before?"
Ian pretends to control the steering wheel.
"Of course."
Barry·Allen nodded.
"Then you'll still be at Main Universe."
Ian's answer left Barry·Allen confused. However, his brain was not in the mood to think about Ian right now. The face of Savitar has been lingering in his mind.
"Savitar's face is the same as mine, but I don't think you are surprised at all?" Barry·Allen thinks Ian is very weird, even weirder than the weirdest person he has ever seen, Bruce·Wayne.
"Because I have Omniscient Brain."
Ian thinks this term sounds much cooler than Super Brain.
Barry·Allen It is difficult to evaluate this.
After all, he missed an experience.
"Savitar is your Time Remnant, and it actually has nothing to do with you." Ian is not a person who likes to beat around the bush after all. He said what can be said.
Time Remnant refers to the phenomenon that in the story of <Flash>, due to the distortion or change of the timeline, fragments of the past or future and characters appear in the current timeline.
Speedster has too many bugs.
Ian's omniscient mind couldn't figure it out clearly for a while.
"You actually know Time Remnant?"
Barry·Allen was obviously shocked.
"Omniscient Brain."
Ian poked his temple and reminded Barry·Allen. He was thinking about whether the Tyrant Afterimage he left behind during teleportation could be used to impersonate Speedster's Time Remnant.
"Then do you know why Savitar did this to me?" Barry·Allen was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to accept the "Omniscient Brain" setting given by Ian.
He asked questions humbly.
Regarding this issue.
Ian really has the answer.
"He may not be your future, but you have determined that he is his past. If you can make you change in the direction he wants, he can become the kind of person he wants to be without any effort."
Ian has always believed that Speedster is a person who is better at finding bugs than himself.
His tone was full of emotion.
"Hmm.
After all, Barry·Allen is the veteran Speedster. He is not good at organizing clues but is very good at understanding them. After listening to Ian's words, he immediately realized something and rolled up his cuffs.
"He seems to really want to see me being completely corrupted by this thing." Barry·Allen stared at his arm, which had a hideous scar emitting a blue light.
"Now that I'm free, let me help you take a look." Ian turned around directly and reached his whole body into the back seat. This scene shocked Barry·Allen again.
"Steering wheel! You're still driving! Damn it! This car is going faster than an airplane!" Being insensitive to speed, Flash only realized something was wrong with the car at this time.
"It's okay, the new energy vehicle will find a home on its own."
Ian got into the back row, but despite this, Barry·Allen was still stunned, and indeed saw Hellcat turn a corner on his own.
"Dudu~
This car will also use its own horn to alert the slow car in front! Even though Central City is in a technologically advanced city, Barry·Allen still can't figure out what kind of technology Ian has added to this car.
When did autonomous driving technology become so mature?
Just when Barry·Allen was trying to explain Hellcat scientifically, Ian's hand was already pressing on his arm, and the next moment Ian heard a prompt from the system.
[Bad data detected!]
[Not compatible!]
Familiar formula, familiar feedback. Ian has encountered this situation before. It was when he attacked Luthor's wastewater plant outside the city of Metropolis and encountered those "half-Orc".
"Outer Universe invasion."
Ian issued a medical diagnosis with a high probability of being correct.
"Ah? What do you mean?"
Barry·Allen didn't quite understand this statement. So, Ian began to explain the relationship between dimensions to Speedster from a very grand narrative perspective.
It is basically copied from what Lady Death said.
The members of Justice League really should know about this.
"The power of an entire universe is trying to kill me - so I'm not 100% dead?" Barry·Allen is still skeptical about Ian's rather scary statement.
After all, this statement is too mysterious.
"Not necessarily."
Ian groaned and spoke.
"Can I still be saved?"
Barry·Allen stared at Ian.
"You may also be directly transformed into some kind of evil rebel by the power of Outer Universe, leading the way. Have you heard any crazy whispers in your head recently?"
Ian held his chin and asked.
"When you dream, there will be - Damn it, is everything you said true? Damn it! I will die now!"
Barry·Allen is also unwilling to believe Ian's judgment.
But who allowed Ian to accurately judge his situation? If this boy was telling the truth, then Barry·Allen felt that he was probably going to be used to sacrifice to heaven.
Speedster may be born with such a keen sense of his own positioning.
"Wait for me."
Ian knew that he should report to his superiors when encountering such a thing. He closed his eyes and prayed seriously. However, Lady Death did not give him any response.
The thoughts of this goddess.
It's really hard to figure out.
"Maybe Lucifer's information shielding is still working?" Ian can only guess like this. It can't be that Superman cannot die, but it doesn't matter if Flash dies, right?
Um.
It's not impossible.
Flash always seems to die the earliest?
Are the bosses already used to Flash's early death?
Ian is thoughtful.
"Your expression makes me a little scared." Barry·Allen swallowed, and his mood became more and more nervous. After all, he had realized that Ian might really have a so-called omniscient brain.
Kryptonian likes cheating.
I actually know it in my heart that he is a superhero.
"This is a bit tricky."
Ian looked seriously into the rearview mirror.
Barry's heartbeat skipped half a beat.
"What do you mean? Superman can you save me?"
He still believes in Clark.
"Don't worry, Uncle Barry. Even if you trust my father so much, we can't let you die. Moreover, if you die, the more than 20,000 favors you owe me will definitely become a bad debt."
"I checked, you are single for ten thousand years, and you have no debt heirs in your name." Ian's comfort and assurance did not make Barry·Allen feel better.
Instead, he was so frightened that he almost jumped up.
"I only owed 10,000 favors just now, how come I owe more than 20,000 favors now? Huh? Huh? Huh?" Barry·Allen's three consecutive questions fully reflected his inner state at the moment.
Even though he is actually going to catch up with his sweetheart soon, it will take at most three years, no, five years, maybe six years. He has no intention to emphasize Ian now.
"Borrowing money has interest, not to mention saving lives - Uncle Barry, do you know how high the interest rate of Wayne Enterprises's bank loan is?" The vengeful Ian did not miss the opportunity to criticize Lord Wayne.
Regarding this.
Barry·Allen did not dare to comment. Anyway, more than half of the mortgage loan he took out from the bank under the name of Wayne Enterprises has still not been repaid.
If Ian's favor loan sharking situation is added to this, Barry·Allen feels that there is a high probability that he will have it in this life. Looking back, it doesn't seem so terrible to be sacrificed to the sky with his fart in place?
Flash fell into silence.
Hellcat stopped in front of Winchester's house with a beautiful flick. Ian threw Sam and Dean out of the window like express packages. They stuffed them into their own home. The familiar appearance made Barry·Allen once again doubt Ian. Is this guy still a student in his usual occupation?
Seeing Ian coming back.
"Where is this girl?"
He couldn't help but pointed at Madison who was curled up on the front seat and asked Ian.
"She is my good friend. I can't let her just go home and lie down like this. I have to keep an eye on her situation at all times." He said,
Ian took out the egg that had been placed on Madison's belly.
Sure enough, it is already fully cooked.
Barry·Allen was shocked when they saw this scene.
"This body temperature is probably enough to kill a person dozens of times. I think she should be sent to the hospital." Flash, who has admired modern science since he was a child, made the suggestion.
"Or send it to Central City. My friends may be able to help." He felt that Madison seemed to be awakening a super power, but the specific situation still needed to be investigated with the help of equipment.
"Who is the boss in your laboratory now?"
Ian asked.
He wanted to use this to peek into the timeline.
"Harrison Wells."
Barry·Allen gave an answer that goes against the timeline.
"No, thank you."
Ian secretly praised him for his caution, "Ian, I can save you by myself, but if other magic leaders see it, they think Ian, I am incompetent."
He remained polite to his elders and did not call himself master in front of his uncle Barry. To be honest, sending Madison to the Central City laboratory was not as good as Ian taking care of his wet nurse.
After all.
When a person is about to die, Reaper will appear, and Ian can see Reaper and exert influence on Reaper. No one can ensure the life safety of Madison better than him.
Hellcat stopped in the small courtyard of the Kent Family.
It has exclusive rooms.
"First of all, we need ice." Ian doesn't like hugging others, so he picked up Madison and walked straight to the door, with Barry·Allen limping behind.
"You can actually carry me on your left shoulder." Barry·Allen sat down on the sofa in the living room, took a first aid kit from Ian and started to rely on himself.
The shirt must be taken off.
There are wounds all over the body.
Under dim light.
With only one pair of underwear left on his body, Barry·Allen began to use simple equipment to bandage his wounds. Ian secretly remembered where he was sitting and decided that would be his restricted area from now on.
"I have to cool down my classmates." Ian carried Madison into the kitchen, and then he saw Jordan squatting at the door of the refrigerator eating ice cream.
The two brothers looked at each other.
Jordan's eyes locked on the girl on Ian's shoulder.
After three seconds of silence.
"Mom! Ian killed someone!"
Jordan's screams pierced the night sky, and he rushed out of the kitchen and shouted to the second floor, "He has stopped pretending! He is going to eat his classmates' meat instead of beef!"
"The same thing he told me when he was six years old!"
Jordan was frightened.
After awakening, the boy's voice was so loud that it shook the whole house.
"That was to scare you and tell you a ghost story." Ian tied several bags of ice cubes to Madison's forehead and stomach.
When he walked out of the kitchen, the ice cubes were already melting and dripping.
"Damn it, Jordan, you are so malicious in trying to figure me out. Don't ever ask me to borrow money from you again." Ian only needed one sentence to directly make Jordan regain his composure.
Jordan's roaring has stopped in summer.
He thought about his night companion who had exploded into a flower sausage, and the price of the new companion. As a result, the balance of justice and family affection in his heart tilted silently.
"What a careless brother. How can you lack the help of your brother at this time? My brother will get you a chainsaw -" Jordan chose to become a considerate and good second brother.
This scene.
Barry·Allen, who was watching the wound being treated in the living room, was stunned.
"Didn't anyone notice that I was here? No, can you wait until I leave first before discussing such a scary topic?"
He waved the bandage in his hand.
However, Jordan had already rushed out the door and went to the garage.
"Why are you arguing so late at night?" Jonathan rubbed his eyes and appeared at the top of the stairs. The Cross was hanging around his neck, prayer beads were around his waist, and colorful amulets were wrapped around his wrists. "My parents were called to work overtime because Ian was playing with a big plane in the sky tonight."
Jonathan walked down the stairs and didn't find Jordan shouting, but he also saw the girl Ian holding on his shoulders. His eyes, which were originally sleepy, suddenly became clear.
"Where did you kidnap the little girl from?" Jonathan was shocked. He quickly stepped forward to check and found that Madison was still breathing. He was slightly relieved.
And just when Flash Barry, who seemed to be being used as a background and silently bandaged his wounds, thought he finally saw a normal person in Kent's family.
"Ian-This is the girl you picked up on the road, right? I think it's best to send her to the church. She was not killed, but must have been haunted by a ghost."
Jonathan suddenly started whispering to Ian, "That ghost is in our living room now, yes,
Suddenly I could see ghosts with my eyes."
He lowered his voice, forced himself to be calm, and spoke in a very trembling tone, while his eyes continued to wink at Ian.
Indicate Ian to look in the direction of Flash Barry·Allen.
Ian is a little confused.
And Jonathan obviously misunderstood Ian's expression.
"Don't be afraid, big brother is here. Big brother bought a lot of holy water at the church." He took out a bottle directly from his trouser pocket.
As if to launch a sneak attack, he turned around and hit Barry·Allen.
".
Barry·Allen didn't even see Speed Force coming out of him, so he raised his hand to catch the bottle Jonathan threw at him. Seeing this scene, Jonathan was shocked.
"Hurry, Ian, the big brother has burned out, take him away quickly." Jonathan jumped directly on Ian's other shoulder, urging Ian to quickly play Super Speed, who belongs to the Krypton family.
"..7
Ian didn't move.
He actually didn't know what happened to Jonathan, but he knew that the money Lois and Clark earned every day would most likely end up being cheaper than Dr. Hannibal.
"Our family is like this, you just get used to it." Ian smiled at Barry·Allen. The half-naked Flash, who was covered in blood and wrapped with many bandages, was indeed easily misunderstood.
To be fair.
Maybe Jonathan is overreacting.
But isn't there anything wrong with Flash?
"I finally understand why Clark always says he wants to go back to live in a small town." Barry·Allen sighed softly. He felt that the situation of the Kent Family's three children was indeed not suitable for living in the city.
As for where to live.
No matter where that is.
Anyway, it should be filled with electrotherapy equipment.
Maybe you have heard that Flash is suffering.
There was a loud "bang" in the living room.
Clark·Kent burst into the house like a blue and red meteor.
"Dad!"
Jonathan jumped off Ian's shoulders.
"I was just kidding them." He seemed to realize that he might have made a mistake in his judgment. He looked slightly embarrassed, smiled and tried to save himself.
"They are not usually like this." Clark thought of the boasts he had made in Justice League. The embarrassment on his face at this time was not much less than that of Jonathan.
"Hmm."
Flash Barry·Allen How else can you respond.
He could only nod slightly.
"Actually, they are still very kind-hearted children." Clark continued to defend his family, and at this moment, Jordan, who had returned from the garage, happened to enter the living room.
"Ian, I thought about it, you still shouldn't eat your classmates. Why don't we go out together and catch some bad guys for you to eat? I know there are some very bad street girls in the next block-"
Before he could finish his words to comfort Ian, he noticed a majestic man standing in the living room. Suddenly, the big boy Super Hearing seemed to have a fish bone lodged in his throat.
The sound stopped in the summer.
"It has nothing to do with me."
Ian Hurry up and clear up the relationship with your second brother.
"It has nothing to do with me."
Jonathan also immediately followed and became a repeater.
Jordan was stunned for a moment and tried to turn around and run away, but was caught back by Clark. Together with Ian and Jonathan, they were all placed side by side on the sofa in the living room.
Big boys, middle boys, and little boys sit in rows.
All are honest.
As for Madison, she is still on Ian's shoulders.
The main reason was that Clark didn't dare to move. He discovered the girl's abnormal body temperature and realized that Ian's deskmate was probably going through a change that touched upon his blind spot in knowledge.
What if this change can only be made on the shoulders of Ian?
I haven't had much exposure to magic knowledge.
Clark is also a special book with enough caution.
"I probably heard about your situation." Clark didn't want to teach his children a lesson now. He was more concerned about the previous conversation between Flash and Ian.
His eyes looked at Flash's arm.
Barry·Allen is sitting on the Kent Family's old sofa with a corn pattern printed on it. The bandage wrapped around his arm cannot block the blue light seeping from the scar below.
Looking at the wound through the bandage, Clark's expression was very solemn. He felt a familiar smell, which was very similar to the situation he had encountered before.
"This kind of injury will slowly eat away at your life."
Clark still touched his arm with lingering fear. Only those who have experienced it can understand how powerless and desperate the feeling of encroachment is.
"How long can I live?"
Barry·Allen also looked down at the irreparable wound.
Hear the words.
Clark looked at Ian.
"About seven days after being infected?"
Ian cited the experience information that he had figured out before.
"Why didn't you tell me this just now? Damn it, wouldn't it mean that I was going to die soon?" Barry was shocked,
He thought he could live for at least a few months.
How come this thing is more poisonous than cancer?
"I haven't confessed or proposed to Iris yet!" He stressed this point, not only because he felt really unwilling to do so, but also secretly expressed to Ian that he might leave the single category.
"Can we dig up this piece of meat and give it a try?" Ian made a suggestion, a very reasonable judgment, just when Barry was still weighing the pros and cons.
"I have a chainsaw here."
The ruthless Jordan doesn't want to go to the garage in vain.
"Do you want me to saw off my hand directly?" Barry·Allen's eyes widened and he was trembling a little. He recalled Ian's previous outrageous operation.
The family doesn't think anyone can afford to lose a hand, right?
"Nice idea."
Ian nodded in agreement.
"Just cut it off wherever it feels uncomfortable. If you think of a way, it will always grow back. At least your life will be saved. Whether it grows back or not will not affect Uncle Barry's ability to be the fastest running man in the world."
His words made Barry·Allen fall into silence.
This hand is his dominant hand.
I still have to live a normal life.
"I think my hands can still save me. Sometimes my head hurts. Someone is talking to me inside. You can't let me cut off my head as well, right?"
Barry·Allen sighed, still wanting to choose conservative treatment.
"That won't work. What's in the head is the main body, so it can't be cut off at all." Ian suspected that Barry had a mental problem. Otherwise, how could he not have the slightest idea of where he could and couldn't give up.
"Actually, I have a suggestion."
At this time.
Jonathan, who was holding Buddha with one hand and wrapping the Cross with the other hand, said, "Why don't you take refuge in God, and then your hands and your soul will belong to God."
"God will definitely not ignore death. I have tried it, and the effect is great. There is really a god in our world." He felt that he was really giving experience and countermeasures gained through practice.
However.
He was thoughtful about Ian.
Several other people didn't take it too seriously.
Flash Barry·Allen did not respond directly, but looked at Clark with pitiful eyes.
"You go back to your dormitory."
Clark opening.
Jordan and Jonathan do the same.
Same goes for Ian.
The three people moved neatly as if they were experiencing military training.
However.
"You have to stay. You should know more about this kind of thing than me." The old father grabbed Ian who was about to go upstairs to wash up and prepare to enter the Marvel world.
Looking at the time, there were still more than forty minutes left, Ian could only nod helplessly.
"Wait for me."
He found a sleeping bag from the locker, stuffed Madison into it, and sat back on the sofa.
"Why don't you put your classmates on your bed, and then you sleep in the living room tonight?" Clark noticed that Madison seemed to be able to leave Ian's shoulders and be thrown onto the sofa.
"Madison and I are indeed friends, but that doesn't mean she can use my bed. It's a matter of principle." Ian actually wants to be able to pay attention to whether Reaper is coming at any time.
Clark's temples jumped.
Then, he sighed.
"The abnormal situation of your classmate should be related to what happened in the city center this afternoon?" In fact, the old father's Super Brain still plays its due role most of the time.
Information is connected in series.
"I was brave and fearless, saving the world, and tonight I also saved Flash."
Ian nodded. He also wanted to use his creative talents and praise his achievements a little, but his little thoughts were directly seen by Clark.
"I won't hit you tonight."
Clark really saw Ian's little thoughts.
Ian feels at ease.
"Where's your boss?"
Clark continues to ask questions.
He still remembers how he was rescued.
"The boss didn't reply and pretended to be cold. Maybe she doesn't like Flash very much?" Ian spoke uncertainly. He did not receive any response from Lady Death.
"What boss? And - I haven't offended anyone, how can someone not like me?" Barry was confused and still didn't understand the situation. So, Clark did a little science about his youngest son, and it was probably that Ian was favored by an orthodox goddess.
Obviously.
The old father went to investigate and inquire about the information about "death" told by Ian.
"Hey, no wonder he said he has omniscience." Barry looked at Ian in surprise, because there was a demigod like Wonder Woman in Justice League.
His acceptance of this kind of thing is still relatively high. The only thing that confuses this Flash is that he doesn't have the chance to offend this kind of existence on weekdays, right?
"That kind of existence is still too far away from us. We can't hope that Universal Will will have mercy on us." Clark looked at the starry sky outside the window and sighed.
Although I feel very uncomfortable, Flash also agrees with this statement.
"First me, then you, this is definitely not a coincidence." As he said that, Clark took out his mobile phone and dialed the number, "
I have a very strong intuition."
"I'm afraid this so-called Outer Universe invasion is not that simple." Superman's call was quickly connected, and the deep voice of Bruce·Wayne came from the other end.
He hasn't even opened his mouth to explain the situation.
"I'll be there soon."
Bruce·Wayne's deep voice seemed to understand everything.
This didn't surprise anyone.
Everyone knows the reputation of Batman. He can't monitor Superman's house, but of course he can monitor Flash. In fact, some of Flash's products come from the raw material supply of Wayne Enterprises.
"In this case, Uncle Bruce was not corroded. I think it's a bit strange. He should be the first to suffer." Ian remained polite but seemed impolite.
From his perspective, his confusion was not directed at Bruce.
However.
Bruce's voice when hanging up the phone was still very rude.
"Dududu~"
Blind tone appears.
Clark was just about to put down the phone.
It was as if he remembered something again.
"You have to call Dr. Hannibal. After he woke up in the afternoon, he found that you were gone, so he asked me."
Clark handed his mobile phone to Ian.
Ian took the phone and walked to the window.
He made the call using Half-Phone given by Batman. After all, use Clark's phone less and save some phone bills.
You can accumulate more wealth for your family.
"Hello"
After the call is connected.
The crisp sound of clinking knives and forks could be heard in the background.
Hannibal seems to be eating.
"You sound like you're having a big meal."
Ian's nose twitched, as if he could smell it through the phone.
"Beef liver paired with red wine, a classic that never goes out of style." Hannibal's voice is still elegant. He seems to be still listening to music. This man really understands life after get off work.
"That's very rich."
Ian took the notebook.
Start querying the number of deaths that have lost their livers.
"Ian, you woke up before me in the afternoon, right?" Hannibal asked again in a confused voice. What happened in the afternoon was indeed unexpected by everyone.
"I don't know what happened. When I woke up, I was lying on the street. Maybe I was captured by aliens and released?" Ian did not tell the truth.
Hannibal also did not express any doubts.
"I think it must be very tiring to be interviewed." He just said softly to Ian. Before Ian could respond, he had already taken the initiative to change the topic.
"I will not charge for this medical treatment due to unexpected reasons."
I have to say.
Professionalism may still be reflected here in Hannibal.
"Thank you, Dr. Lecter."
Ian quickly thanked me.
Maintain due courtesy.
"I can feel that in your voice, you have some doubts about me that you have not been able to ask." Hannibal continued to speak. His sensitivity to patients' emotions is indeed somewhat different from ordinary people.
"Uh."
Ian Mainly because the death information of the relevant personnel was not found.
"Actually, this is what happened." Ian chose to change the topic to another direction, "I have a friend who lost his memory.
Is there any way to remind him of my close relationship with him?"
He asked very sincerely.
But it resulted in Dr. Hannibal's long silence.
"Implanting false memories into others is an illegal act." Dr. Hannibal carefully reminded Dr. Hannibal after discovering that Ian seemed to be obsessed with this issue.
"What if the law doesn't protect him?"
Ian spoke unwillingly.
He felt that Dream God should not be a legal citizen of America.
Hear the words.
Hannibal was silent for a moment again.
"If it is purely academic research, there is a technique in psychology called "dream implantation."" He finally chose to answer Ian's question.
"Forget it, I can't grow hedgehog thorns on my face, so I lack confidence and can't do this trick." Ian regretted that he didn't want to do anything in front of Dream God.
"I can hear a lot of metaphors in your words. This may be a manifestation of you closing your heart.
If you need to talk about anything, you can always come to me."
Hannibal is profiling Ian thoughtfully.
Others are quite nice.
I just hope that the livers of children who don't have troubles are more tender.
"Good night, Dr. Hannibal, since you care about me, I also want to care about you. To be honest, you really should eat more vegetables on weekdays."
Ian chose to hang up the phone after finishing speaking.
Blind tone on the other end of the phone.
"A very difficult patient."
Hannibal is sitting in his restaurant elegantly eating beef liver with red wine.
The candlelight illuminated the blood-red sauce on the dining table.
He chewed the last piece of beef liver thoughtfully.
Immediately, the sound of a key turning was heard, and a young girl walked in humming a song. A few freckles on the tip of her nose made her look like the kind of girl next door that Europeans and Americans like most.
"I'm back."
The girl's voice came from the entrance.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels hitting the floor.
"Huh? I smelled the fresh beef short ribs and you brought me a gift." Hannibal raised his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly,
Show an almost perfect smile.
The kind of gentle smile that makes people let down their guard.
"Your nose is still so sensitive. Will said he came to see you in the afternoon?" The girl changed into a pair of slippers, carried a bag of ingredients, and walked to the kitchen refrigerator.
"Will is asking you again who my favorite patient is?" Hannibal also put down the knife after hearing this, the silver handle glowing coldly under the light.
"Yes, he contacts me often, maybe he likes me."
The girl stared at the drinks in the refrigerator as if searching for them.
The cold air surged out like mist, brushing against her cheeks. The LD light in the refrigerator illuminated her profile, which was young, delicate, and full of Infinity vitality.
"Contact him less."
Hannibal walked in from outside and pulled out a narrow blade Boning Knife from the knife holder behind the girl. The blade flipped between his fingers, like a silver snake.
"The best beef short ribs cannot be stored in the refrigerator. Let's have an extra meal tonight." With that said, Hannibal took the knife and walked towards the girl who had her back turned to him.
His leather shoes hit the floor without making any sound.
"You still like eating meat so much."
The girl didn't look back, she just sighed, her fingers stopped on a certain compartment of the refrigerator, and her voice was very emotional, as if she was talking about the weather, and she was very relaxed.
"Today, a patient advised me to eat more vegetarian food, but I think protein intake is very important." Hannibal responded softly, standing behind the girl.
The girl still didn't look back.
She just took out a piece of beef wrapped in brown paper from her shopping bag and handed it behind her.
"I need it well done."
The girl even made a request.
Hear the words.
Hannibal also smiled softly.
After he took the beef, he rubbed the texture of the meat with his fingertips, as if he were stroking some kind of art. Then, the man walked to the cutting board and lightly scratched the wrapping paper with the blade of the knife.
There was a slight tearing sound on the cutting board.
"Normally, I would not meet such a request that blasphemes the fine ingredients." Hannibal's tone was a little helpless,
He began to process the ingredients that the girl handed him.
"But who made you my sister?"
The man's tone was doting.
"If you really love me, then you should transfer Will to me. His situation is too special." The girl took the opportunity to make a request and looked at Hannibal with pleading eyes.
Obviously.
This girl is also a psychology expert.
"Will is very dangerous, and I need you to stay away from danger." Hannibal's hand paused for a moment, the tip of the knife hung above the beef, and he rejected his sister with a firm tone.
"After the death of his wife and children, a person's spirit will indeed become very unstable, but what we psychiatrists have to do is to help them regain peace."
The girl was non-committal about Hannibal.
She still has persistence.
"Will is different."
Hannibal lowered his head to handle the ingredients, and the blade came down again, cutting the pieces of meat accurately, and the chopping board made a regular tapping sound.
The meat pieces are cut into perfect sizes.
The force of each knife is incredibly precise.
"Brother, you should actually become a butcher." The girl drank orange juice and walked up to Hannibal. She sighed first and said,
Then he asked again out of curiosity.
"What is the difference between Will and your other patients?"
She is still trying to spy on this patient's condition.
"Several times recently, I smelled the smell of blood on him-"
Hannibal stopped moving and looked up out of the window.
At some point, it started to rain lightly outside.
The raindrops snaked down the glass window, like transparent snakes.
"That's definitely not the smell of blood that animals should have."
His voice sank, like a stone falling into the Deep. The girl drank the last sip of orange juice in silence, and the glass made a soft sound when it was placed on the counter.
"Oops."
The girl let out an exclamation.
"Be careful."
Hannibal quickly helped his sister bandage.
outside the house.
The sound of rain gradually became thicker.
On the bustling street.
The neon lights blurred into blurry blocks of color in the rain. A man wearing a black raincoat stood at the entrance of the alley. The rainwater dripped down the brim of his hat and formed small puddles on the ground.
"This is money."
The man's voice was hoarse.
It's like they haven't spoken to each other in a long time.
Several gangsters handed over a black leather suitcase, and he took it with one hand, keeping the other hand in his pocket.
"Next time it will be this time, don't let me go find you." The man did not open it immediately, but lightly weighed it, then nodded and turned to leave.
He walked to the car parked on the side of the road, opened the door, and threw the suitcase on the passenger seat. The lid of the suitcase opened slightly and opened a gap.
You can vaguely see the things stored inside.
That is a very fresh head.
"In the afternoon, the boy discovered something was wrong with me. He needs to die, but I don't want to eat boys. I have to find a way to dispose of his body." The man murmured with a ferocious expression while driving.
He seemed to be talking to himself.
It's like he's talking to someone who only exists in his imagination.
[Will·Graham]
In the passenger seat.
The nameplate on the clothes is illuminated by the headlights of passing cars.
Shining with metallic luster.
Very conspicuous.
Maybe.
Good people can turn bad.
Bad people can also become good.
To complete such a story.
All it takes is Destiny to pluck its strings a little.
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The rainwater slid down the eaves.
Kent Family's roof has been repaired long ago.
Will not leak.
Ian finally let his ruthless father rush him back to the dormitory after being drained of information.
"Justice League is going to assemble, but I'm not in there. It's so uncomfortable." The moment the door closed, he fell straight on the bed like a fish washed ashore, and the spring mattress groaned under the weight.
Madison was thrown under the bed by Ian.
She really shouldn't sleep in the bed.
"When I wake up, I need to think long term. Justice League can't live without me, just like Jerusalem can't live without me." Ian looked at the alarm clock on the desk.
His pinch points are always on time.
The update time is more accurate than that of some popular authors.
This is not the case.
I just returned to the room not long ago.
The minute hand and the hour hand had already overlapped on the "should never be awake" scale. The next moment, Ian fell straight back onto the pillow like a robot that had been unplugged.
The moment of closing eyes.
The new world has already appeared before his eyes.
"Oh, are there guests so early?"
There was a hearty laugh, and Ian found himself in a restaurant. The golden light reflected by the crystal chandelier here made him feel a little dazed for a moment.
"What are you doing here, buddy?"
Ian found himself sitting at a carved walnut dining table. The crimson velvet seat was as soft as a giant's hand. The strange aroma of rosemary and sea salt floated in the air.
"It's Son of Odin Western Restaurant."
The cheerful man's voice sounded again.
Ian looked up.
Only seen.
A bearded man in a greasy apron was hitting an iron pot with a steel fork.
"Would you like to get to know the big octopus that was just transported to the earth from Asgard and is still alive and kicking?" The man's belly was as round as an over-fermented bread, and there were a few suspicious scales sandwiched between the golden-red beard.
He is.
Thor.