While the two were talking, Barry in the room suddenly exploded.
Really, it just exploded.
But it was either a bloody explosion, or it exploded like a ball of lightning, and then the person on the hospital bed disappeared.
Before Kai could figure out what was going on, there was a sudden bang and the wall of the ward exploded.
"Does this happen all the time?" Kai looked at the exploded wall, pointed at Barry in the ruins of the wall, and said speechlessly. If this was done every day, Xingchen Laboratory would probably be completely demolished within a few months.
Wells was startled, and then stammered: "No, no, no, no... this is the first time!"
Kai turned his head to look at Wells in surprise, then turned to look at Barry, and found that the boy's head was broken and blood was pouring out!
"Damn it! Hurry and save people!" Kai rushed over.
…
When Barry opened his eyes, what he saw was not the ceiling of his office. His consciousness was still stuck at the moment before he fell into coma. Finding himself in an unfamiliar environment, Barry immediately observed the people around him. They were also police officers after all, and they still had the most basic common sense.
As a result, Barry found that he seemed to be locked up.
The room he was in was very simple. There was only one bed, and the surrounding walls were all made of metal. There was only a glass window on the left side of the room, through which the outside could not be seen. It was a bit like the single-pane glass in the interrogation room of the police station.
"I was kidnapped?!!!" This was Barry's first reaction.
Barry felt extremely ridiculous and surprised. Kidnapping him? What are you picturing?
He has no money and no status. He is just a police forensics officer who has just started working. He spends most of his time as a subordinate. What is there in him that others should covet? He didn't even have any savings, so he had to live in his adoptive father's house.
Except for a loan, Barry is a typical poor guy.
Just when Barry was thinking about how to escape, the dark glass suddenly lit up.
Two men were on opposite sides of the glass.
"Hey! Who are you? Why did you kidnap me? I'm telling you, I'm a policeman!" The forensics department is also a member of the police department, so there's no problem in calling him a policeman. "Let me go quickly. My colleagues in the police station must be looking for me everywhere now! Did you hear me!!!"
On the other side of the glass, Kai and Wells looked at each other and realized that this guy probably had no memory of his coma.
"Hello, Mr. Barry Allen. Do you really remember nothing?" Wells turned on the microphone and talked to Barry in the room. Barry breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he was willing to talk, but he was afraid that it would be too unfair to just kill him regardless of the situation.
"Remember what?" Barry looked confused.
At this time Kai spoke: "I was struck by lightning."
"Struck by lightning? Me?" Barry pointed at himself.
"Yes, this incident is very famous in Los Angeles. After all, not many people will be struck by lightning in their offices!"
As he spoke, Kai took out a newspaper. The headline on it was that a police officer from the South Los Angeles Police Department was struck by lightning. The time was several months ago.
Barry's jaw dropped when he saw the check-in while lying on the bed.
"Is this really me?" Barry remembered reading a report. According to statistics, more than 4,000 people around the world are struck by lightning every year. If the world's population is calculated as 7 billion, the average probability of being struck by lightning is about 170. One in 50,000. The Federal Emergency Management Agency estimates that the average American's chance of being struck by lightning is one in 600,000.
This probability... is even harder than winning the lottery.
Because he was so shocked, Barry ignored one detail, that is, he could actually see all the contents of the newspaper accurately and clearly from a distance of four or five meters, plus a glass wall!
"So... I was struck by lightning?"
Barry was still in disbelief. But soon, he recalled the scene at that time. He was organizing things in his office, and then passed out with a bang.
Thinking of this, Barry covered his face.
But soon, Barry realized that he was struck by lightning and fell into coma... Shouldn't he be in the hospital?
Where is this place?
Is it possible that the police department's funds are so tight that they don't even want to provide it to a decent hospital?
"Wait, where is this? Who are you?"
This guy's mental activity is very active, and the most interesting thing is that his mental activity is very clearly reflected on his face. At first glance, it looks like a funny setting.
"My name is Harrison Wells..."
"Ah! By the way, you are Harrison Wells. I have seen your photo! I was going to the Star Laboratory to see your ion collider that day! Unfortunately... I was struck by lightning. It was really It’s…disgraceful…”
Although there is no such adjective as "struck by lightning" in foreign countries, being struck by lightning is also considered a bad omen.
"No, I was struck by lightning. Why are you here? I don't know you?"
Barry's divergent thinking makes him often unable to concentrate, so he is sometimes slower than others, but for some reason, his reaction was particularly fast today.
"You have been in a coma for several months. Anyway, for some reasons, you were sent to the laboratory."
"This is the Star Laboratory?"
"good."
"Then...you saved me?"
Wells thought about it for a moment before saying, "You can put it that way."
They did treat Barry, but they didn't know if it was of any use. Anyway, in Wells' opinion, it was more likely that Barry's own mutation caused him to wake up.
"Then... why are you still imprisoning me? Are you treating me as a test subject? I personally would like to be a volunteer, but you don't seem to have my consent. This is illegal detention!"
"Well... I can only say that something happened in the meantime, so we can't release you for the time being. That's good for you and everyone else."
"Why?"
Harrison Wells is a bit hard to explain.
However, Kai gave a very intuitive method. "Come over from the bed."
Barry didn't think much and followed his instructions and got out of bed.
A little anxious to know why, Barry planned to walk to the glass wall quickly.
But when his feet were on the ground, Barry thanked him and ejaculated.
boom!
The fiberglass, about fifteen centimeters thick, was riddled with cracks.
And Barry is embedded in the glass wall.
"You see, this is why we have to lock you up. If you accidentally bump into someone, it is entirely possible to smash them into pieces."
Kai curled his lips and said on the other side.
…
When Barry regained consciousness, two hours had passed.
Miraculously, there were no wounds on his body. In fact, Barry's wounds after collapsing the wall also recovered in an extremely short time. It was the same this time. Although the recovery speed of his wounds was not as fast as that of the Logan brothers, it was still unusually fast.
When he hit the glass wall just now, at least 40% of the bones in his body were broken, but within an hour, they were all restored.
This terrifying resilience is simply inexplicable.
