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"Central City Daily News at 3:00 a.m. on July 3, it is reported that our guardian, the hero, The Flash was seriously injured in a chase. At the time of the incident, he was chasing a group of rogues who had just robbed the bank. Currently , our hero is under police protection, and the Justice League has stepped in."

"Here, we appeal to the general public, please do not go to the hospital to try to know the true identity of the Flash. Any such behavior will be regarded as an accomplice of the rogue gang and will be prosecuted together. It is worth mentioning that the rogue gang The leader, the infamous Captain Cold, yelled at the police in prison that they didn't do it on purpose, and it wasn't the Flash they wounded."

"Central City Daily will continue to monitor the progress of the incident."

Clark Kent looked at the TV with a solemn expression. Although Wayne's old house was decorated with antiques, there were a lot of high-tech products in it. The TV he was watching at this time was an oversized wall-mounted TV with terrifyingly high definition, and it seemed that it was definitely a high-end product produced by the Wayne Group.

"What do you think?"

he asked Bruce Wayne, who was sitting in the back.

Batman, who was in his forties, but his temples were slightly gray, replied with a blank face: "Captain Cold's words are open to debate, but I personally believe that what he said is true. The moral bottom line of the rogue gang is even higher than that of many superheroes. Heroes are even taller. According to surveillance video, they even went to the orphanage to visit some lonely elderly people before the bank robbery."

Clark rubbed his eyebrows. At this time, it had only been two hours since He Shenyan said the words "wait and see", and the seriousness of the situation has exceeded everyone's imagination. The Flash has comminuted limbs, missing organs, and is even at risk of becoming a vegetative state.

The doctors in Central City were helpless about his illness. Fortunately, Hal Jordan, who was on duty that night, arrived quickly and used willpower to materialize the high-tech therapeutic device stored in his ring, which saved the Flash's life. , but he still couldn't wake up.

"In other words, there is someone else behind the whole thing?"

"You might want to get rid of the herringbone."

He Shenyan said thoughtfully.

He was standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, and Gotham's torrential rain continued. Raindrops fell on the expensive lawn, bending the crests of the grass. A blue light flashed in the mage's eyes. Just now, he used his mental tentacles to intercept that part of the time flow at the scene of Flash's accident. During the time of his accident, there was a dark shadow. In a flash.

He Shenyan couldn't see its face clearly, a vague sense of threat stinging his back. Mostly the power of that goddess is at work... How powerful are the multiverse-level gods? He lowered his head and glanced at the palm of his hand, where a hollow corroded by black energy was slowly recovering.

"Sir, do you know anything?" Clark asked heavily.

"Captain Chill is telling the truth, they're not doing anything against The Flash, on the contrary, they're even helping the Flash deal with the thing that attacked him."

He Shenyan put his five fingers together, and the void was wiped out in an instant. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Clark always felt that the face of the mage who turned his head became paler.

"How did you know?"

"A little magic."

He Shenyan didn't explain much, he waved his finger, and a portal to Clark Kent's house was opened: "Go back to rest first, Clark. At least you have to be responsible to your wife."

"But, now—"

"—Go back to rest, trust me." He Shenyan accentuated, staring into Clark's blue eyes. "Pretend to be ignorant of the truth and protect your wife."

This time, Superman didn't say no. He stepped into the portal and walked back.

And he just left when Bruce spoke with a sharp tone: "The mastermind behind the scenes obviously has a plan to target everyone, if you want to use Superman as bait, at least you shouldn't use his Wife dragged in."

"His wife won't suffer any harm." He Shenyan's eyes were filled with blue light, and the magic power even spilled into the surrounding air. Through the yellow light, they become another color. Bruce Wayne keenly noticed that He Shenyan's hands were constantly making complicated gestures.

"what are you doing?"

"Spellcasting." The mage replied briefly.

"Spellcasting?"

"Yes, casting spells. Bruce Wayne...I'm casting spells on the graves of his wife, mother, even father. Protective circle."

He Shenyan's gestures are becoming more and more complicated, and the overflowing blue light is starting to become more and more, even covering the light, turning the whole room into blue: "You should probably put on the mask again. , Bruce."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Do what you do best." He turned his head, glanced at Batman, who was wearing a visor, and pulled a cold smile from the corner of his mouth. "detective."

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Four twenty in the morning.

Central City, the entrance of the Municipal Bank.

A long cordon has been drawn here, and police vehicles and large armored vehicles for SWAT have arrived at the scene. With real guns and live ammunition, they protected the scene and did not let anyone without permission enter. There were even snipers on standby on the rooftops around.

The attack of The Flash obviously made the central city government angry enough. The city's people are simple and honest, and even the officials are too beautiful. The Flash has worked here for many years without expecting anything in return, and they clearly don't think the hero can't just be wounded in vain.

"Are the people from the investigation department here?"

Asked a sheriff in body armor, black, with a beard and tired eyes, but the anger in it was genuine: "Here is Jesus, they better come quickly."

"Maybe you should take a break and get in the car and sleep for twenty minutes, Sheriff."

A very capable woman in a trench coat persuaded: "I heard from your guy in the bureau that you have worked overtime for two days before you came here. Don't get tired of yourself, Lightning definitely doesn't want you to do it for him. Busy to the hospital."

"No." The sheriff refused bluntly. "The boy in red has helped us for so many years, and this is the first time he has suffered such a serious injury. I will never rest until the real murderer is found."

"Don't be too stubborn, Sheriff." The woman's tone was a little displeased. "If you can beat him like that, it must be a bunch of lunatic superpowers. How do you think you can beat them with the points in your hand?"

"I'm a **** cop!"

The sheriff finally lost control. Although he controlled his emotions at the first time, he still shouted loudly: "God **** it, even if I don't like that kid, I can't watch him get hurt and be indifferent, no matter what. Said, he is also a citizen of Central City! And he is a good citizen who has done justice for many times!"

"No one's letting you stand by—wait, Sheriff, what's that sound?"

The sheriff raised his head, Tong Kong almost shrunk to a point. Without hesitation, he pushed away the woman who was standing there, and then he also dodged and left the place.

"boom-!"

There was a sound like a cannonball hitting the ground, causing everyone to cover their ears in pain. The smoke and dust overflowed, and the well-trained SWAT immediately set up his gun. At this moment, more than forty rifles and more than ten sniper rifles aimed at the slowly spreading smoke and dust, and then slowly walked out of it. A huge shadow appeared.

The sheriff got up from the ground in pain, even if he just reacted quickly, he was just a stronger ordinary person after all. The heavy impact made his internal organs hurt as if they were displaced. He pulled out the .45 revolver around his waist and raised his head to look, but the thing slowly walking out of the smoke made him stunned in place.

"Ah, a heroic police officer."

The thing looked down at him, the alien body almost making the sheriff want to vomit. The reptile-like black skin reflected sticky light, the surrounding police lights kept flashing, and a monotonous and rapid warning sound was issued, which mixed together, which intensified the feeling of vomiting.

The thing craned its neck and stuck a pale, slender tongue out of its wide open mouth. It licked the sheriff's face slowly and affectionately, like a lover's game: "Fine, fine. The goddess sent me here, and the first sacrifice I encountered was a human like you. .....I am very satisfied."

"Fire!"

I don't know who shouted this sentence, and the bullets from all directions hit the monster back and forth again and again. It was squeezed out in a short breath.

It stretched out its body, and the slender body that was already scary enough now became even more inhuman. They were devoured. It chewed on them, blood and minced meat and gun shards slipping from the gaps between its teeth.

Without a lip-encrusted mouth, the operation of each chew is clearly visible. The sharp yellow teeth and the screams of those who weren't dead made the lady who was pushed away by the sheriff vomit violently, not just her, but many officers as well. Only a small number of strong-willed people are still firing.

The sheriff is one of them.

However, his .45 didn't do much, and the bullet would fall out on its own after a while after hitting the surface of its skin. Even more frustrating, not even a volley of rifles would do anything to it.

"Call for reinforcements!" The sheriff yelled immediately, his voice so inconspicuous in the sound of the gunfire, but it was still heard.

A police officer stooped into the police car, picked up the walkie-talkie, and shouted to the dispatch center mournfully: "City Bank needs reinforcements! Repeat! We need heavy firepower, and it's best to bring in some tanks, if you have them! God **** it, that thing is eating people!"

"Please repeat, Sergeant, what are you talking about? What's eating people?"

The dispatch center asked a puzzled question, but there was no response from the other end of the walkie-talkie. It was thrown on the co-pilot's seat. I don't know when it started, and the surroundings began to become quiet. Only the monotonous whistling of the police lights remained.

The gunshots and people's voices disappeared in an instant, as if the soundtrack of the movie was lost, with a strong sense of disconnection. The thing stood there in a daze, stopped chewing, and the police officers also stopped shooting. Two figures floated above the thing's head, looking down at everything below.

"It's still a bit late..."

He Shenyan spoke gloomily. The power of the Goddess of Creation concealed this creature very well, and the mental tentacles didn't even notice anything wrong. If it wasn't for Batman's global surveillance, it might not have been discovered until this thing empties the central city. abnormal.

He has not experienced this feeling of powerlessness for a long time. Surprisingly, the mage does not hate this feeling. He took it to heart - magic is not omnipotent, and I am not invincible.

Everything needs to be careful.

In an instant, he changed his mind and landed lightly, followed by Batman. There were bursts of fluorescence under his feet, and that was the enchantment spell that the mage cast on him was running.

He Shenyan raised his hand, a star above the night quietly narrowed the distance between it and the earth, and the huge magic power bloomed in the Mage's hand in an instant. The body of the thing began to shrink, until it became about the size of a candy.

Then the mage raised his hand, brought his index finger and thumb together, leaving a little space, and he plucked the stars from the sky in a way that no one could imagine. The star spun quietly between his fingers, and the mage looked at it for a while, then sent the monster up, letting it take the place of the star.

He played with the stars in his hand and sighed: "I can only use this sealing spell... It's really inconvenient."

Batman glanced at him, not choosing to speak. Everything this man has done is challenging his worldview for so many years. He knows that magic exists and has been in contact with many magical characters. But none of them could do what the man had just done.

...If he insisted, he felt that this was no longer the category of magic.

"Why aren't they moving?" Batman asked.

"I paused their time, and what I'm going to do next is not convenient for ordinary people to see. Rather than modifying memories one by one and blocking cognition, it's better to just pause the time to come faster."

"..."

Batman didn't speak, to be precise, he didn't speak.

He stepped forward, the eyepiece scanning the street. The place where the monster jumped was still some distance away from where the Flash was injured, which was a blessing in disguise, but even Batman himself wondered if he could find out something.

He is a true detective, and he has broken a lot of cases, but this kind of case that does not fit in with normal logical reasoning at first glance, he feels that he is really useless.

It turns out that he was wrong in this matter. He did find something.

A while after the investigation began.

Batman paced up and down the streets of Central City's Municipal Bank dozens of times. His eyepiece was buzzing, and the built-in analysis program was uploading everything he saw into the Batcave, and all the clues he found would be analyzed inside the Batcave's computer before telling him his conclusions.

Batman was unmoved by the agonizing wait, as if he would no longer be a mortal if he wore the visor, but the incarnation of another creature. Standing under a street lamp not far from the mage, he raised his head thoughtfully and looked above: "...it's here."

"what?"

Batman nods his own eyepiece and begins to explain for others, although he has never done so: "My eyepiece has built-in analysis and field simulation capabilities. Based on the residual freezing air here, Captain Cold should have Just standing under this street light and attacking someone or something."

Batman stepped out of the light source of the street lamp and into the darkness.

His eyepieces radiated white light, looking very strange. He slowly came to a manhole cover and squatted down, stretched out his hand to touch the uneven surface of the manhole cover, and after a while, he retracted his hand and said in an inaudible tone: "Now I can confirm, Captain Cold. It's true."

"how to prove?"

Batman raised his hand, there was a black substance on his index finger glove, and he said solemnly: "The material that makes this thing is not detectable in my database, and my database has Superman's Fortress of Solitude. Support, all the known materials of Kryptonians are in it, and this material is not even included in their database."

"I think it should come from another world." Batman concluded, and his conclusion was supported by the mage.

He Shenyan nodded: "Actually, not only that."

"..." Batman frowned, covered by a visor, his emotional expression seemed very vague. But the corner of his mouth still revealed his doubts, as well as his follow-up: "What do you mean?"

He Shenyan smiled and said nothing. Batman was propelled away from the manhole cover by a burst of magic. Immediately afterwards, he saw an orange-red light lit up in the hands of the mage, and the lava that spewed out of his hands covered the lava.

Batman didn't ask him why he was making such a fuss, even using magic to melt down the manhole cover, which was running.

- Manhole cover, running, running.

His face twitched, and without hesitation he took out a small capsule from the multifunctional belt around his waist. With a screeching sound, the capsule expanded rapidly until it became a near-future sci-fi-style rifle. Batman aimed at the manhole cover and fired a shot. The gunshots were very low, echoing in the night.

At this time, it was four forty-seven in the morning.

The muzzle of the rifle shot a blue energy beam, which quickly approached the escaped manhole cover, freezing it into ice in an instant. He Shenyan, as if he had expected it, stood on the spot with his hands behind his back, with a very calm expression.

"What's that?" Batman asked.

"Manhole cover."

"...Manhole covers don't run."

The wizard shrugged. "That thing is a manhole cover, Batman. Or, it was supposed to be a manhole cover. Even if you send it to the Batcave for a full inspection now, it's just a manhole cover. You can't find anything else. , because from a scientific point of view, it's really just a manhole cover."

Batman keenly captured another meaning in his words. He asked in a deep voice, "From a scientific point of view? What about from a magical point of view?"

He Shenyan did not answer. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

He waved his right hand, and the manhole cover, which was frozen into ice, flew back and fell under their feet, shattering the ice. The manhole cover got up without a word, and his body flashed with blue magic brilliance. Batman still did not let his guard down, and the rifle in his hand was always aimed.

He Shenyan squatted down and observed this thing carefully. Sure enough, he found the aura belonging to the Goddess of Creation on it. Batman watched his movements calmly, waiting patiently.

"So it is." The mage muttered to himself. "The attack actually started a long time ago. They are underground. Ah, I rely too much on the mental tentacles... I ignored such a simple place."

"what?"

"Underground, Batman."

He Shenyan raised his head, the night was getting brighter a little bit, it was summer, and the night was very short. Canterlot is ushering in the dawn, with the sun shining, the darkness will be removed. However, under the city, in the corners where the sun can't shine, there are some things that people can't see and absolutely don't want to see in the dark.