Marvel's Speedsters

The long night passed and the day came.

Carrying a purchased breakfast and a suitcase, Ross returned to his makeshift apartment in the morning sun at an unhurried pace.

The furnishings in the room are simple and rustic, but the style is warm and clean. Just like when he left early in the morning, Chuang’s first two small lamps still lazily exuded a faint glow, there were still a few glasses of unfinished wine on the coffee table, translucent gauze curtains with the open window, blown by the fresh wind outside the window, although the messy Chuang list had not yet had time to clean up, but the under|wear and coats that were casually thrown last night had been picked up by the hostess one by one from the ground, neatly folded and placed at Chuang’s feet, and the bath was | at this time There was a rumbling sound of water in the room, and I think she was bathing inside.

“Is that you?” I heard the door open and a pleasant female voice sounded in the | room.

Ross agreed, and when he returned, the people inside were very happy.

Sitting on the sofa, Ross casually turned on the TV, calmly browsing the latest local news as if he were in his own home, and the sound in the TV also muffled some slight noise in the room.

During the time he was out, Ross had solved the identity problem, got a sum of money by the way, bought some newspapers and electronic |, and now he had to make a few gadgets.

Connect several resistors in series, prepare the high-voltage rectifier and stripline capacitors, and arrange the inductor coils in turn, plus | plasma drive and kit, a simple and practical miniature electromagnetic pulse generator will do just that.

Pick it up, turn it to the lowest setting, away from the main appliances in the room, and aim it at the billboard near the window. Not surprisingly, less than a second later, all the light on the billboard disappeared, and looking at the large screen that was dimming, Ross nodded slightly, took it back into the suitcase, and moved on to make the next piece of equipment.

When his manual task was over, sitting on the sofa and quickly flipping through academic journals, the sound of water in the | room also stopped, and the woman inside walked out barefoot wearing a soft | soft white bath towel.

This is Patti Spivott, whom I met yesterday, a young girl with flaxen hair, always with a kind and warm smile on her beautiful and round face, although her figure looks slim and thin, but the wide bath towel cannot cover the fullness of Xiong’s front |, and her slightly curly long hair hangs upside down on her shoulders like a waterfall, just revealing the delicate collarbone under her neck. Good appearance and generous and natural fresh temperament, such a woman is an extremely outstanding excellent woman even in Ross’s opinion.

Unfortunately, she appeared at the wrong time and place, and Ross had no intention of continuing to dating, and this time she came back only to say goodbye in person, so as not to leave a shadow in her heart.

Poor Patti didn’t know it, and she tilted her head sideways and wiped her long wet hair with a towel while chatting with Ross so as not to make him feel left out.

“Are you from the East, and it sounds like your accent is somewhat close to that of a Cosmopolitan?” She tried to know more.

“A little further than that.” Ross replied casually, picking up the comb and helping her comb her hair.

“You’re so beautiful.” He looked at the girl in the mirror and marveled.

“Thank you.” Under the close contact, Patti suddenly felt a little shy. Last night, she was enthusiastic, but it was an emotional outburst in a special atmosphere, and she was not the same as usual.

For Patti, a man like Ross is very rare, loving, courageous, daring to rescue a little girl she never knew at the scene of a dangerous car accident, and it seems to be a little mysterious, all of which makes her full of good feelings and curiosity, so she accidentally indulges in it. Looking back now, the two had sex within a day of knowing each other, and bringing the strange boy back to her home, which was really a crazy experience for her that she never dreamed of.

But perhaps it was fate, God’s compensation for himself—- Patty thought privately.

“I’ve only recently arrived in Midtown.” Sitting on the dresser, Patty looked at Ross in the mirror and explained his experience to him.

“I was born here, I grew up in Fairfield, my father owned a small shoe shop there, he died a few months ago, I had no family there, so I wanted a different environment, so I went back to where I was born, I wanted to get a job here and settle down.” She hinted at something, intentionally or unintentionally.

“It’s nice to be able to go back to the place where I was born, and I’m here for a business negotiation.” Ross pretended not to pay attention and casually found a reason for himself.

“Is Mercury Labs related to cutting-edge labs?” Patti asked, glancing around Ross as she first left the | and noticed that the newspapers and journals that Ross had brought back were all related to the two scientific institutions.

Her powers of observation are impressive.

“I’m interested in all advanced technologies.” Ross again dodged questions.

The world’s cutting-edge laboratory is not Ross’s cutting-edge laboratory, but the laboratory led by the famous scholar Harrison Wells. Just a few months ago, it was a jewel in Midtown’s scientific community, a well-deserved academic authority, but then the expensive particle accelerator went out of control, causing a large-scale man-made disaster in the center of the city, causing some people to have varying degrees of physical mutation, including the Flash Barry Allen.

Hit hard by this accident, the laboratory was forced to announce a temporary closure, other researchers saw no hope, and left this sad place, and now only a very small number of employees are still holding their posts under the leadership of Harrison, who has a disabled | leg, and they are also the elite team behind the Flash.

Ross has to face such a group of people, it seems that in addition to the Flash, it is a group of weak scientists and disabled people, but Ross knows a little about the world, and he knows exactly who he is facing, so he can’t drag the innocent Patty into potentially life-threatening trouble.

“I’m going to the Midtown Police Station in the afternoon to submit my resume, and we can have dinner together in the evening?” Perhaps seeing that Ross was a little cold, Patty took the initiative to send out an invitation.

“Sorry, I’m visiting a friend in the evening.” Ross shook his head in refusal.

His attitude fell into the eyes of the smart woman, and Patty gradually understood that this man did not want to seriously start a relationship with him.

This discovery made her a little sad and a little sad, but fortunately she had a fairly strong side to her personality, and she would not be unbearable about it.

The two finished breakfast in silence, and then said goodbye to each other with tacit understanding, and it was not until Ross went out that Patty couldn’t help but grab his arm.

“Did I stress you out, I have no experience, and my friends laugh at me for living in the Middle Ages.”

“It’s not like that, you’re a good woman, it’s just that I can’t settle down yet.” Ross comforted, lightly placing a slap on her forehead, then turned to leave.

***

As Ross said goodbye to Patty, a red figure with golden | lightning kept shuttling through the streets, as if looking for something suspicious.

A gust of wind passed, and the young Flash Barry glided his feet through the middle of the street for a while before stopping, and then contacted his friends in the lab through his headphones.

“Hey, guys, it can’t go on like this, I’ve searched the whole city, and I haven’t found a new space-time singularity at all, will we be too sensitive to |, maybe that time is just a collective hallucination similar to the Fatima incident, there is no time traveler or otherworldly visitor at all.”

The Fatima incident is a collective hallucination triggered by religious fanaticism in European history, a famous phenomenon in psychology, hearing his friend Barry complain so, in the laboratory, Dr. Harrison Wells’ assistant, the chubby boy Sisco Raymond and the beautiful female researcher Caitlin Snow looked back at their boss at the same time, wanting to hear his opinion.

“No, listen to me, Barry.” Harrison sat in a wheelchair, and this middle-aged man with messy hair, thin body and sharp eyes was the soul of the laboratory.

“Listen to me, hallucinations can deceive the human senses and make us think of falsehood as real, but it cannot escape the surveillance of satellites and dishes, the monitoring probes of the municipal system leave a picture of the wormhole when the wormhole is generated, and our information recorder also records the abnormal fluctuations of electromagnetic waves at that time, they cannot deceive the owner, so you must persevere until you find the dangerous interloper and avoid causing more chaos in our world.”

“Uh, are they that dangerous?” Sisko interjected. “I mean, is there a possibility that maybe they just came to visit, buy some specialties or look at the scenery and go back on their own.”

“It’s not as simple as you think, Sisko, if it’s an otherworldly, just think about how colonial-era Europeans treated the natives of the New World, how these interlopers might treat us… If it’s a time guest, it’s even more annoying, and you must understand that time is a very fragile structure, and even the slightest destruction can pose a devastating risk to our world. Harrison shook his head, his already disheveled hair now looking even more disheveled.

Behind him, the two assistants looked at each other, rather puzzled by Harrison’s opinion, although he seemed to have a point, but it was this unwarranted confidence that made it very strange, as if he was constantly in contact with these interlopers.

Although he guessed the doubts of the two of Sisko, but the time was urgent, Harrison could only choose to ignore it.

“Well, I’ll listen to you, Sisko will inform me in time if there is a situation.” After Harrison’s explanation, Barry also understood the importance of the matter, and he said yes through a wireless signal and continued to run at full speed in the city at eight hundred miles per hour.

From morning to night, Barry never relaxed, he searched everywhere for the traces of the intruder, but there was no clue, until he received an urgent call in the evening, he stopped and temporarily ended the mission.

“There is an emergency call for help in the port area, it is said that two groups of workers are fighting at the pier, which has caused many injuries, Barry, Midtown needs you.” Sisko was eating with a plate in his hand, with a vague hint in his mouth.

“OK, this is the last mission, I’ll be back soon.” Barry’s tired voice rang out from the speakers.

A moment later, a yellow-|-colored streamer rushed towards the port.

(ps. What is everyone’s opinion of Patti, do you want it or not?) ）