Superhero Exchange System [Comprehensive British and American]

Sisko is observing a paleontological sample in the STAR laboratory.

A whirlwind swept past his eyes quickly. After the whirlwind passed, Barry suddenly appeared in front of Sisko, startling Sisko.After seeing Barry's face clearly, Sisko hugged his good brother:

"Hey, Barry!" Sisko said happily, "You are finally back! I read the report in New York, and they had a big deal with Captain America, huh?"

"I'm so glad to see you." Barry hugged Sisko back, "Sisko, I'm here to ask you something."

Barry quickly took out a piece of paper from the pocket of the uniform and handed it to Sisko: "According to the size on the paper, help me make a dress. The material is the same as the Flash uniform."

Sisko looked at the piece of paper.

"It's not your size...it looks too small".He looked at Barry. "Who is this?"

"A new speedster." Barry spoke faster and faster. "Please, Sisko," he patted his friend on the shoulder.

"The cost is on my head, I'm not at ease, so let's go first. Bye."

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Sisko yelled behind Barry. "You haven't explained this new speedster to me yet!"

"I have to go home quickly." Barry's voice with a smile came from afar. "My girlfriend is still waiting for me to come home for dinner."

Sisko stared at Barry's leaving back.

This year really changed a lot.

Except I'm still single.Sisko thought sadly.

After quickly dealing with the police leave issue-his annual leave that he didn't take in his entire life has recently been used up, and making new clothes for Wally, Barry changed into civilian clothes and returned home, and saw Emma chatting with Mrs. Merck are happy.

"Barry, you're back!" Emma said in surprise.

"I'm back!" Barry squatted down and hugged Emma who was sitting in a wheelchair.Emma hugged him back too.

The aroma of baking in the kitchen was wafting out, and Barry twitched his nose.

"Smells good!" Barry exclaimed, "What's for dinner today?"

"I made pizza, salad and chips".Emma said she turned to Mrs. Merck. "Mrs. Merck, you can eat with me too."

"No, no." Mrs. Merck waved her hand. "I have to go find my daughter later. Today is the day we eat together. You have a good meal."

In addition to two huge pizzas, Emma also made a large bowl of salad and fried French fries as high as a hill. Emma was a little worried that it was not enough, after all, she had thoroughly experienced Barry's appetite in the past two days.

Barry's consumption is much higher than that of ordinary people, and more consumption means more supplements are needed. The meals made today are probably just enough for Barry to eat seven or eight percent full.

Emma was full after eating two small pieces of pizza and some salad. After she finished eating, she watched Barry eat quickly, and couldn't help but think of what Mrs. Merck said to her today:

"Emma, ​​Barry is really a very good boy." Mrs. Merck looked at Emma and said softly. "He helped me a lot ... if it wasn't for him, I might still be in jail right now."

Emma had never heard of it: "Did something happen?"

"I was once accused of killing my husband." Mrs. Merck said softly, "My life changed all of a sudden that day. Although my previous life was as dirty and tattered as a garbage alley, I never thought about it. There will be deeper valleys in my life. At this time, Barry appeared, and he saved me."

Seeing what Emma was about to say, Mrs. Merck took her hand. "Son, listen to me."

"I haven't been sleeping well and I've been taking sleeping pills every night. My husband did the same the day the accident happened.

I had a terrible headache that day, so I took a sleeping pill early that night and fell asleep.Until 9 o'clock in the morning the police called me up. said Mrs. Merck. "I found blood all around me." "

"My husband was dead, murdered, and he was stabbed in the chest. The police said that the kitchen knife was the murder weapon, because traces of my husband's blood were detected on the knife, and my blood was clearly left on the knife. Fingerprints. I did actually use that kitchen knife to threaten my husband, I cut his arm with the knife once during an argument."

Emma's eyes widened.

"Everyone believes that I killed my husband. After all, he...has been abusing me all the time." Mrs. Merck pulled an ugly smile from the corner of her mouth. "Even my daughter didn't trust me. At that time, several policemen repeatedly questioned me and asked me to admit that I killed my husband. I was very scared... In fact, under their questioning, I even felt Killed my husband unconsciously, and I'm close to pleading guilty."

"But that kid Barry saved me."

"He came to the scene of the crime as a physical evidence technical policeman. The case was almost closed, but Barry discovered the clue from the angle of blood splatter."

"Mrs. Merck didn't kill it," Barry said. "Mr. Merck was killed by someone else."

"Barry Allen." Police Chief Center squeezed his brows, he felt a terrible headache. "You are her neighbor, and I know you want to say good things for her. But do you know that this case is almost closed? The suspect himself has admitted it. I called you here today just to go through the process. But you told My murderer is someone else? Who?"

"I don't know," Barry said. "But you see, Mrs. Merck is left-handed. After inserting and pulling out the knife, the angle will be slightly different from that of a right-handed person. Therefore, the resulting blood spurt will also be different."

"Maybe she killed Merck with her right hand." Sente asked, "Trying to cover up the evidence or something... Isn't this kind of situation often happens?"

"No. First, if Mrs. Merck wanted to cover up the evidence, she would not have appeared at the scene of the murder, and she would still be sleeping peacefully. Second, a left-handed person would not be like this when using his right hand..." Barry gestured, "During the process of using the murder weapon, he didn't tremble at all."

"Alan!" Sente was a little angry, "You mean that the policemen I sent before were all idiots? They are not as good as you understand, right?"

"No, sir." Barry said seriously. "I'm just an ordinary person, and I don't have any outstanding observation skills. But I discovered the paradox of this case, and I can't sit idly by, because Mrs. Merck did not kill the person. You can't arrest Mrs. Merck Go, it will wrong a good man."

"I ask you to give me three days," Barry looked at Sente with light blue eyes, "I will prove myself, please."

Cent sighed. "This beautiful blond boy will always show unexpected stubbornness during missions. Sente knows that even if he disagrees, Barry Allen will try his best to investigate.

"Two days." Senter said. "Not even a minute more."

"I didn't find out about the situation until later," Mrs. Merck said. "Barry stayed up almost all night for two days. No one in the police station helped him except for one of his best friends, because everyone felt that Barry was adding extra workload to them. He worked 48 consecutive days. After hours, I finally found a shoe print that hadn’t been destroyed by the rainstorm at the corner of the fence of the apartment.”

"Who is it?" Emma asked. "Who killed your husband?"

"It was my husband's sister. My husband's sister was visiting that day. They had a big fight in the living room and I was too sound asleep on my medication to hear anything," Mrs. Merk said. "His sister, Kyrel, killed my husband on a whim, after which she erased all traces."

"Emma," said Mrs. Merck. "You don't know how thankful I am to Barry. He changed the course of my life. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be standing in front of you and talking to you."

Emma stared fixedly at Barry, who was eating like a hamster with bulging cheeks in front of him.

The Barry Allen she knew had always been Barry as the Flash.But as a police officer, Barry Allen, this was the first time she had heard of it.

When Barry looked at Emma suspiciously, Emma realized that she had been watching for too long.

"Emma?" Barry asked. "What's wrong? I have something on my face?"

"No." Emma shook her head, "Today, Mrs. Merck told me something... about you saving her."

"Oh," Barry put down his fork, "that thing."

"How to say?" He scratched his head, "That's not saving at all, I just did what I should do. Isn't it in the police oath? As a police officer, my most basic duty is to serve the citizens, Defend their lives and property, protect the innocent from being wronged, protect the weak from being oppressed, fight against violence, maintain a peaceful social order, and respect the rights of every citizen to freedom, equality, and judicial justice endowed by the Constitution."

"This is my personal wish." Barry smiled at Emma. "Whether it's the Flash or the cop Barry Allen, fairness and justice are my life's pursuits."

Emma stared blankly at Barry.

Looking at Barry's smiling face, Emma felt her heart was stabbed.

Oh my god, Emma is covering her little heart, my man is really...really...

So handsome!