Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 336 Wells's Astonishment
P.S.: Sorry
Joe simply sighed in response to Barry's abrupt warning.

“I know you’re a crime scene investigator, so you’re not that familiar with case files—but Barry, at least you’re still working for the department.”

"If you had just stayed in the office for a day, you wouldn't have only just realized this now—Steig's files were already being reviewed yesterday. Not counting the old mess, there are more than twenty lawsuits that are still pending. It wouldn't be surprising if someone wanted to kill him, or even if someone wanted to blow up Steig's building."

"Huh? Then why don't we investigate theirs—"

"There are already more than 30 known suspects, but if we dig up past cases, that number will at least double. Want to investigate? We'll have to go through all the case files first."

"Don't even think about it, Barry. This incident didn't cause any casualties or property damage, and very few people even saw it. The higher-ups' idea is to just leave the case alone. Investigating it would be a waste of manpower, resources, and the police department's budget and time."

"Kosteg."

“Steg himself was not very cooperative with the investigation. He said he only trusted the security team he had hired at great expense and ignored our warnings.”

"Forget it, Barry, stop thinking about it." Joe shook his head. "If you ask me, you should go to Star Labs less often, at least so you don't spend all your time getting involved in these dangerous cases. You're an investigator, not a cop."

“But you know my physical condition. Only the lab can help me control my abilities,” Barry argued. “Besides, there are countless other superhumans out there. How are the police supposed to deal with someone like Ma Dong?”

“Barry, I’m a cop myself, and I know how dangerous it is to be a cop. You’re my son, and you and Iris—I don’t want either of you to be in danger.”

Barry opened his mouth but said nothing. In fact, Joe's words made him very uncomfortable. As a helpful person, he was not afraid of danger. He just wanted to use his abilities to fight criminals. As someone who didn't like to lie, he had to hide the relationship between Iris and Eddie from Joe.

“I’m sorry, Joe.” He slowly shook his head. “But this is what I want to do, and I won’t stop.”

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became somewhat somber.

"Joe, do you still have Steiger's file?"

Eddie's voice came from the side, which made Barry secretly breathe a sigh of relief, while Joe turned his head with a displeased look: "I'm here, what do you need that thing for?"

"Don't rush to put them back. I want to take another look at those files. A group of people are going to file a joint lawsuit against Steiger Industries. They're supposedly going to submit a new batch of evidence, and the prosecutor's office is here to find out more."

"Don't they have their own files?"

“It’s not them who want it, it’s me.” Eddie’s eyes lit up. “I’ve been wanting to get rid of Steiger for a long time. This time, I’m going to see which cases will be reopened.”

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That evening, Barry finished work and walked straight out of the police station without waiting for Joe.

He didn't plan to go home immediately. In fact, he spent more time in the evidence lab at the Central City Police Department, a small world of his own where no one else was around.

Over the years, he has kept the case reports and related documents he collected about his mother's death in the laboratory. He often stays there until late at night, staring blankly at the documents on the evidence board.

"I'm thinking of talking to the doctor," he muttered to himself. During this time, he had grown accustomed to spending time with his friends at the Star Lab. And whenever he felt lost, Wells, this reliable elder, could always guide him, which was truly important to him.

"Interesting, this is the first time I've ever seen such a unique chocolate product."

Barry whirled around. Strange, was he hallucinating?
Why can you hear Dr. Wells' voice outside the police station?

Ten seconds later, Barry finally realized he hadn't misheard; it was indeed Dr. Wells' voice—he was actually driving his wheelchair, buying things in front of Ma Zhaodi's food cart.

"Dr. Wells, Old Ma, you..."

"Oh? Is this a PhD?"

Ma Zhaodi's smile was quite enthusiastic: "I didn't expect that! Next time I'll deliver the stuff directly to you—it's only a two or three dollar delivery fee, not expensive at all."

The doctor looked at him, a rare smile appearing on his face: "Mr. Ma, it was a pleasure talking to you. I didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic about pastries and wheelchairs. A pastry chef with superb skills has taught himself so much about mechanics—Barry, are you off work?"

“Doctor, you shouldn’t have come here in a wheelchair,” Barry said helplessly. “It’s too unsafe.”

"Otherwise, how should I have come? By running?" Wells laughed instead. "The chocolate's test results were very interesting, so I couldn't resist coming to meet this interesting pastry chef in person. Is that strange?"

"Didn't you buy a few chocolates?"

"I bought a few of each."

The doctor smiled and tossed a chocolate to Barry: "Haven't had dinner yet? Have something to eat first. The test results for this stuff are amazing."

After Barry subconsciously took the chocolate, the doctor glanced at Ma Zhaodi out of the corner of his eye. Although the test results of the previous chocolate were fine, he remained wary of this stranger. So far, he had not eaten any food sold by Ma Zhaodi.

"The little thing doesn't seem to have any flaws," he thought to himself.

Ma Zhaodi was of course indifferent to this; he simply pretended not to see it and did his best to play the role of an ordinary passerby.

"The old fox's intuition is so sharp, there's no way to put nanobots in his stomach," he thought to himself.

The old man and the young man smiled at each other and said goodbye warmly.

“Dr. Wells, Joe seems to want me to stop associating with the lab.” Barry pushed Wells’ wheelchair through the streets of Central City, chewing on chocolate as he asked the doctor, “He said I’m just a CSI and shouldn’t be doing police work.”

“He is your father, and it’s only natural that he wants to keep you away from danger,” Wells pointed out. “But in reality, he can’t stop you. It’s in your heart to punish evil and promote good, and you will instinctively rush to help those in need.”

“I’ll talk to Joe, don’t worry about that, he’ll understand—how about we talk about Steiger’s case first? Any progress?”

"Uh, no. Actually, since there are hundreds of suspects and this matter has no consequences, the Central City Police Department has already decided to give up the investigation."

The doctor's face showed obvious surprise.

"Hundreds of suspects?"

(End of this chapter)