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Chapter 347 A Fateful Coincidence

"A high-end restaurant, with doors and windows locked from the inside, and the key broken in the lock."

Barry succinctly described the case: "The restaurant was the stronghold of the Dabin Rock family. The doors and windows were all replaced with bulletproof glass. The scene was a complete locked room. If it were written into a novel, it would probably become a classic mystery case."

"But you said there are people with superpowers."

“Yes, so it turned into a sci-fi movie set.” Barry sighed. “More than a dozen people died from poison gas, but there was no equipment on site that could store the poison gas, let alone release it.”

"Where are the ventilation ducts?"

"There was nothing there. We checked the ventilation system's surveillance footage from last night and even climbed in with a surveillance vehicle to take a look, but we found basically nothing—so unless the other party can become invisible, it's virtually impossible for them to use the ventilation system to release the poison."

Caitlin thought for a moment: "Poison gas and invisibility sound completely unrelated—combined abilities?"

“Unlikely,” Cisco replied. “And it doesn’t seem like a different application of the nature of the ability.”

Barry continued, "Most importantly, those people were sitting at a table, but they weren't poisoned at the same time. Instead, they were attacked one by one, as if someone was manipulating poison gas to attack them one by one."

"A superpowered individual who can control poison gas... That's interesting."

"To communicate with gases at the molecular level, frankly, that's awesome."

"Someone's dead, Cisco, be serious."

"Oh"

Caitlin then asked, "What exactly are the components of those poisonous gases?"

"I don't know yet. I came to you guys as soon as possible." Barry scratched his head. "But I've already taken a lung biopsy, and I'm just waiting to get back and analyze it."

“Alright, Barry, you can go back to the police station now,” Dr. Wells replied. “We’ll continue analyzing this suspected superhuman case in the lab.”

Barry nodded.

As Ma Zhaodi watched the footage on the monitor, he couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Am I the only one who thought of bulletproof glass as a hilarious, yet utterly ridiculous, joke?"

The three-wheeled vehicle's headlights flashed twice, like it was rolling its eyes.

"Are you suggesting a scenario where they desperately shot at the glass with their pistols, but couldn't escape?"

Ma Zhaodi shrugged: "They even installed the bulletproof glass themselves to ensure safety."

That was truly hell.

Barry originally intended to go straight from the lab back to the police station to examine the evidence, but after leaving the lab, he saw the familiar food truck owner on the road.

"Buying something to eat won't take too much time."

With that thought in mind, Barry subconsciously jogged over to the food truck and greeted the owner.

"Old horse."

"Oh, Barry."

The food truck owner chuckled, put down his phone, and greeted himself, "Skipping work again to slack off?"

Barry's expression immediately turned somewhat awkward.

"Uh, no, actually I'm here for work—oh, are you selling pizza today?"

"Sausage pizza, would you like to try it?" The owner smiled and said, "Of course, we also have other flavors, but if your Italian friend sees the 'other flavors' pizza, you absolutely must not say my name."

"I have a pretty good idea what 'other flavors' means."

Barry smiled awkwardly but politely: "An Italian colleague at the police station told me that if he ever sees a pineapple pizza made by Chinese people, he'll definitely retaliate with a strawberry-stir-fried mapo tofu." Ma Zhaodi's face darkened.

"Your Italian friend seems to be a bit extreme."

"Anyway, give me a sausage pizza—wait, what's this?"

Barry's gaze unconsciously drifted to the phone that Ma Zhaodi was holding, and the image playing on it suddenly made him think: "Can I take a look at this?"

"Oh? You mean this?"

Ma Zhaodi, carrying a pizza, casually replied, "See? It's just for fun, it might not be true. Ever since the police announced the existence of superpowered people, there have been a lot of strange people making videos online every day. It feels like half of the people in Midtown have become superpowered."

"No, that's a bit much."

Barry chuckled awkwardly as he took the phone, his eyes glued to the screen.

It was a bald man wearing prison clothes, with his back to the screen. Judging from his build and frame, he appeared to be a man.

One second he was strolling under the moon, but the next second his body suddenly turned into a wisp of green smoke and drifted into the forest with the wind.

"What the hell is this?!"

Barry didn't finish his swear word; he's usually very well-mannered, but he almost swore today because the situation before him shocked him greatly.

"Isn't this the criminal we're looking for who can communicate with gases? I only went to the lab, how come we already have video footage?"

Barry couldn't believe his eyes. It felt like an alien invasion of Earth, a crisis where the world was about to be destroyed, and an old man wearing glasses on the street suddenly took off his coat to reveal a Superman suit underneath.

Why would such a crucial incident be so easily resolved by an old man selling goods on the street?
"Old Ma, where did you get this video from?"

“Young people still don’t watch enough videos.” Ma Zhaodi pointed and said, “The group members in the Liuzi group filmed this on the street before, and they even shared the video on YouTuBi and Xiaolanbird. Didn’t you see it?”

"Who would look for the real superpowered person among a bunch of fake superpowered videos?"

Barry was speechless. He quickly grabbed the pizza, turned around, and ran to the police station. He wanted to use the lab to verify his guess.

“Hello? Caitlin?” He immediately called Caitlin: “That criminal can’t control gas, he can turn into gas! I need to go to the lab to check if there are any traces of the killer’s body in a gaseous state, that is, DNA, in the lung scan.”

However, after he hung up the phone, something even more coincidental happened—Barry, who had just finished the call, glanced around casually and suddenly saw a familiar figure at the entrance of the mall.

He was tall and thin, with a round, bald head, but he was wearing a black trench coat instead of prison clothes.

Could it be the murderer?

Barry wasn't sure, but his feet followed instinctively.

“Sisco, Caitlin, I have to go to a meeting—you two stay here and continue your investigation.”

The two nodded in agreement.

"no problem."

"Ok."

Wells smiled and went straight out of the hall.

The moment he stepped into the corridor, the smile on his face vanished completely, replaced by a chilling aura. He no longer looked like the kind and amiable professor; his demeanor and actions seemed to have completely changed.

He opened the secret room in the corridor and glided inside in his electric wheelchair.

Three seconds later, a blood-red lightning bolt shot out of the Star Lab.

(End of this chapter)