Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 312-Awakening
By the time Ma Zhaodi opened the surveillance footage from Star Labs on his phone, Barry, Caitlin, and Cisco had calmed down a bit.

"You mean, after that lightning struck me, it also gave me eight-pack abs?"

Caitlin explained earnestly, "Your cells are in a rather strange state, and your abs might be because they are self-regulating and repairing your body."

Cisco chimed in, "The point is, Allen, you've been unconscious for a long time."

"how long?"

"Nine months." The doctor's voice rang out from the doorway: "Welcome back, Mr. Allen."

Ten minutes later, in the outer area of ​​the laboratory, Barry, who was naked, changed into a Star Labs T-shirt and followed the doctor to the location of the accident.

Barry looked around and saw that at this moment, the place was still a wasteland.

"Oh my god, what exactly happened that night?"

“That night,” the doctor calmly replied, “the particle accelerator went online as planned. For the first forty-five minutes, I realized my life’s dream, and then—the accident happened.”

"The electrical energy began to get out of control, the plug ring burst open, and the energy shot straight into the sky from the point of explosion, which then triggered a storm."

Barry suddenly realized: "Then it formed a ball of lightning and hit me?"

The doctor nodded.

Barry's feelings were hard to describe. His idol had triggered an experimental accident, which indirectly led to his own accident. Although he did not die and his body looked healthy, he had indeed been on the verge of death.

The two then walked towards the hall, when Barry suddenly realized, "Then why did I wake up in the Star Labs?"

"After you fell into a coma, the doctors at the hospital were at a loss as to what to do about your condition. I heard about it and went to see you," the doctor replied. "Although the name Wells isn't very popular these days, Detective West and his daughter agreed to let you come to me for treatment."

The mere mention of Iris snapped Barry out of his daze.

"Iris!"

The doctor clearly saw what Barry was thinking, so he smiled faintly and offered a helpful suggestion: "She comes to see you often."

“She’s very talkative,” Caitlin casually added.

“It’s beautiful too.” Cisco raised an eyebrow at Barry, with a hint of gossip in his voice.

This time they didn't flatter her unnecessarily. Ma Zhaodi thought to himself, "At least Iris doesn't have a donut growing on her neck. She's genuinely beautiful."

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” Barry was eager to get home at the thought of Iris: “I’ve been unconscious for so long—I have to get home quickly.”

"You can't go."

“Caitlyn is right, there are some strange changes in your body—now that you’re awake, we can do more tests.”

"I'm fine, I feel normal now, thank you all anyway."

Clearly, Barry couldn't listen to any of this right now, and he hurriedly left the Star Labs.

As Barry disappeared from the lab's camera view, Ma Zhaodi turned off the lab's surveillance.

"I can guess who he's going to see," he thought to himself, but he didn't continue reading.

Because we have guests.

"Old Ma, I'd like ten pastries."

“Danton?” Ma Zhaodi looked at him with some surprise. “You look so energetic. Did the research succeed?”

"It'll be soon, Lao Ma, I'm almost there, I'm very close."

Denton was still unkempt, but his face was beaming with joy, and he looked radiant, a far cry from his previous near-madness. If he wasn't on drugs, then something even more exciting had likely happened.

"If you're lucky, you might even see me in the newspapers someday—it's absolutely groundbreaking research."

"Then I'll be waiting for your good news with Elizabeth."

After handing him the bag of snacks, Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but ask, "Danton, what exactly is your research about?"

“Ha, you’ll find out when the time comes.” Denton patted him on the shoulder. “Elizabeth and I will invite you to our house for our recovery celebration party.”

But Ma Zhaodi became increasingly silent. At this moment, Denton looked just like an old general on a stage, covered with flags.

“Okay,” he said. “Hopefully that moment isn’t too far off.”

"Of course, my friend, that moment will come very soon."

"Dumb Cat, what do you think?"

"Boss, what are you saying, meow?"

"I say, do you think I should check on Denton's situation?" he asked, "even though I just said yesterday that we shouldn't abuse this power."

"Has the boss changed his mind, meow?"

“I can’t say, but Denton’s current situation worries me a little—very much.”

Upon hearing Ma Zhaodi's words, data streams immediately began to flash silently in the eyes of the three-wheeled vehicle's front end.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Before the silly cat could respond, a man's scream suddenly came from the side of the street. When Ma Zhaodi turned his head, he could only barely see a blurry, high-speed flash crashing into a laundry van at the entrance of the alley.

boom!
One by one, soft garments were flung out of the car by the airflow and shockwave. The beam of light seemed to crash into the pile of packed clothes in the carriage—from Ma Zhaodi's perspective, the time from when the beam of light hit the car to when it crashed was probably no more than a second.

"Looks like we've already entered the main storyline."

Ma Zhaodi saw the laundry truck employee pull a young man out of the truck with a puzzled look on his face—that man was Barry Allen.

"To be honest, this ability is pretty cool," Ma Zhaodi commented. "Unfortunately, the method to obtain this ability is a bit too risky, so I'd better not try it casually—three-wheeled vehicle, are you there?"

“According to my calculations, Barry Allen was traveling at 320 kilometers per hour just now—I guess that’s what you wanted to ask.” The voice of the three-wheeled vehicle came through the earpiece, and she sounded a little frustrated: “He has already surpassed my speed. I lost.”

“I don’t really understand why you want to compete with him.” Ma Zhaodi shook his head: “He’s a speedster—even if we take a step back, Barry can’t take me, the cat, and a truckload of snacks with him every day to set up a stall.”

Before Ma Zhaodi could continue speaking, the three-wheeled vehicle turned its front to the side, not engaging in its usual banter with him.

"Hey, why is the front of your tricycle so hot, meow?"

"Get off here!"

"The 'tsundere mecha girl' trope is so outdated, you idiot," Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but complain. "Unless you transform into a human, this tactic won't make readers feel cute."

"I have a name!"

"Oh—Little Fish, has anyone else noticed Barry's unusual behavior?"

"No, but I just checked his whereabouts. There were some unusual occurrences at the coffee shop where Iris works and at the Central City Police Department that no one noticed."

"Tell me more?"

"In the coffee shop, Barry Allen seemed to make a quick turn and dodge the moment the plate fell; inside the police station, a prisoner made a move to grab a gun, but half a second later, the gun was back in the officer's holster."

(End of this chapter)