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I feel extremely uneasy.
Batman wanted to make other corrections, but at that moment, the dream synchronization rate on the screen suddenly soared to 95% and then plummeted to 30%.
"Didi dididi~"
The alarm suddenly went off.
Sharp and harsh.
The dream detector vibrated violently.
The previously stable data stream on the screen suddenly became chaotic, with the waveform curves twisting and jumping, as if the entire system was experiencing a storm at the level of consciousness.
"Warning: The target's consciousness is fluctuating abnormally. It is recommended to terminate the experiment."
The weak AI's prompts echoed and repeated. Without hesitation, Batman immediately stopped the machine's operation—he punched the emergency stop button.
The machine emitted a dying hum.
The hatch slowly opened under the action of the hydraulic system. Cold, white mist billowed out from inside, and Barry Allen, drenched in sweat, his chest heaving violently.
It was as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.
"Are you alright?" Batman isn't a cold-hearted person; he cares about the lives and safety of his comrades, at least until a crisis arises that requires sacrificing teammates.
"They shouldn't die anytime soon?"
Barry suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
“We failed.” Batman stated calmly, stating a fact. He reached out to unfasten the restraints on Barry’s head, but Barry suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"No, we succeeded."
The Flash's pupils dilated slightly.
His voice trembled with excitement.
"I haven't forgotten what I dreamed about this time." He swallowed hard, the memory in his mind was exceptionally clear, and it hadn't even faded with the passage of time.
"They, those things from outer space, want you to remember this dream?" Batman narrowed his eyes suspiciously, scrutinizing the Flash up and down.
While talking.
Batman immediately reached for his belt with both hands—he was still wearing his armor because he was very vigilant and on guard against any unexpected situations caused by the dream's detection.
“I was not controlled.”
Barry turned to look at the clock hanging in the lab—only four minutes had passed in reality, but to him it felt like several hours had passed in a dream.
"I saw a boy,"
Barry's speaking speed unconsciously increased.
"In a toy room."
He began to tell Batman about his dreams.
"In a room, playing with toys. There were Superman, Aquaman, and you and me..." Barry Allen's memories were very clear.
The space in the dream is like a collage randomly pieced together by a child.
The walls were covered with crooked graffiti of Superman, Batman, and The Flash, and various superhero figurines were scattered on the floor—some Barry recognized, others were completely unfamiliar.
Center of the room.
A brown-haired boy, about ten years old, was sitting cross-legged on the ground.
He was fiddling with two dolls in his hands.
One is the Flash in his red uniform, and the other is a boy with white hair and sunglasses.
"You shouldn't be afraid of me. In this fragmented universe I'm in, everyone else is a good person, and they don't want to harm your universe."
The boy spoke without looking up.
His voice carried a calmness beyond his years.
He gently touched the two dolls, and they mysteriously floated in the air, beginning a speed chase, with the Flash gaining the upper hand and pressing down on the white-haired boy.
In memories.
Barry has a particularly vivid memory of this scene.
He told Batman what had happened to him, and that he was unable to move in the dream, as if he were fixed in place by an invisible force.
"We have our own universe."
"However, we are still searching for it, searching for our home. Attaching ourselves to you is not our choice, but rather because the fragment of the universe itself is about to collapse."
"This is related to the crisis that our world encountered at the very beginning."
"The Flash, Barry Allen, you can think of it as a massive impact that caused a part of the universe to break off, and that part contains us."
These are the boy's exact words.
The Flash relayed it to Batman word for word.
Even the tone of voice remained unchanged.
Can be imagined.
Just how vivid and profound are the memories from his dream in The Flash's mind? He was afraid of missing any details, so he tried his best to describe his experiences as closely as possible to his memories.
In this regard.
Batman offered no judgment.
He simply frowned.
"The claim of invading life is unbelievable." Batman interrupted Flash's reminiscence, his voice firm. He didn't even believe in aliens, let alone life from outer space.
God knows whether the life forms in that universe are still human.
The boy in the dream world seen by The Flash.
Ultimately, it's just the image that others want Flash to see.
"Do you have any further description of his so-called 'home'?" In fact, even the things the Flash said were considered unreliable information by Batman.
That's why he asked the question.
They simply want to find loopholes and expose the lies of the outer universe.
He said their world still exists, but they can't contact it—at least not until our world is destroyed, we won't harm you.
Barry Allen, halfway through his sentence, repeated the other person's words and tone.
“I’ll say it again, the claim of extraterrestrial life is most likely a lie.” Batman’s pupils flickered slightly as he spoke in a deep voice, constantly reviewing the information he already knew. He silently walked to the control panel, took out a set of neural cables, and connected them to Barry’s temple: “I need to collect your memories and brain information.”
talking.
Batman then linked several directorial works to Barry's head.
The Flash did not refuse.
however.
The result was as bizarre as ever. Although Barry Allen clearly remembered every detail of the dream, no related information was stored in his brain.
at this point.
This greatly surprised Barry Allen.
However, Batman's face showed no sign of surprise.
"That's not surprising. I couldn't read your dream images before either."
He repeated the operation, but the result was still the same.
“But I remember it so clearly.” Barry was puzzled, scratching his head, his tone incredulous. “But why… can’t I leave any trace?”
Batman did not answer the Flash's question, perhaps because he didn't know how to answer it.
He frowned.
Think about it.
The atmosphere in the air suddenly became quiet.
“What should we do? That kid doesn’t seem like a bad guy? At least he doesn’t look as bad as the Kent’s youngest son.” Barry Allen’s uncertain words made Batman glance at him several times.
“Perhaps you have already been corrupted or affected on a psychological level.” Batman cut the scanner, his voice leaving no room for doubt. “You cannot return to Midtown until a solution is found.”
This is also out of consideration for urban safety.
The Flash is no young man.
He could now understand Batman's decision.
“I’ll call Iris, and my friends.” Barry Allen pulled out his phone, but it couldn’t get a signal.
"..."
The Flash looked up at Batman.
"I'll inform them that you might need to stay with me for a while; this was specially made for you." Batman is still as considerate as ever.
The Flash believes his corpse will definitely have a warm future.
"If this 'boy' really just wants to go home, as he says, then maybe we can find out where his home is, and then he and the others he mentioned won't continue to erode our universe... including me, of course." After all, everyone has a bit of wishful thinking, and The Flash also hopes to see the best outcome.
He really didn't want to die so hastily.
“I’ll ask the Kent kid, and I’ll find out more about this.” Batman didn’t reply; he didn’t trust extraterrestrial life.
"it is good."
The Flash sighed and nodded.
He consciously walked into the special room that Batman had opened.
The door slowly closed.
"Oh, right, he also said they're called mutants... Maybe they, like many of the superhumans I've met, gained their powers due to genetic mutations for some reason?"
The Flash added another piece of information.
Batman nodded.