Super Detective in the Fictional World

2185 Side Story: Fantasy Journey

Barry, a genius that ordinary people couldn’t stand, was nothing to Luke.

Tony, who had a bad temper and a poisonous tongue, Ivan, and Bent, the researcher who lacked common sense (the one who invented the Sick Stick) – if any one of them could be considered a mad scientist who had no regard for human life, Barry in comparison was far easier to deal with.

Luke simply interrogated Barry. “You… don’t have a girlfriend, right?”

Barry’s face actually turned a little red, especially when he saw that the attention of the long-legged big sister was focused on him. He said awkwardly, “Well, so far, no…”

Luke walked over with a sympathetic expression. “Don’t you know that many brunch customers are actually couples with very active night lives?”

Barry was at a loss. “That, I know.”

“Einstein’s theory of relativity explains that when you’re with someone you like, an hour is like five minutes.” Luke patted his shoulder. “When you yourself see someone with a person they like, five minutes is like an hour.”

Barry: “What? Einstein said that?”

Luke nodded confidently. “Yes.”

Master Wayne frowned. He had read the theory of relativity before. Although he hadn’t studied it in detail, Einstein hadn’t explained it like that, right?

The battle goddess, who still didn’t understand science but knew what it was like to be hit on, said, “Einstein definitely didn’t say that.”

Everybody looked at her.

Diana said, “Because I’ve heard a lot of men say that, but they already forgot middle school physics.”

Luke rolled his eyes at her for exposing him. “It’s just a joke. I just think Barry is too serious.”

He then patted the young man in the shoulder again. “Don’t worry, you’ll get a girlfriend. Good luck.”

Barry was baffled. I’m sorry I don’t have a girlfriend.

A moment later, the four of them left via a side door on the other side of the warehouse.

In order not to startle Barry, Master Wayne had deliberately chosen this less frequently used side entry.

In a hurry to rope in teammates, paranoid Master Wayne took Barry to his car.

Barry was still holding a large pizza that had just been microwaved. He ate as he walked. “Using my ability consumes a lot of energy. After that, I’ll turn into a black hole…”

Diana couldn’t help but glance at Luke. So, the only person in this team who didn’t eat much was Master Wayne?

Barry, this new teammate, chattered on. “How many people are on this special team now?”

Master Wayne opened the car door remotely. “Including you, four.”

Barry glanced around. “So, we’re all here? Fine, that’s not important. What’s important is who the enemy is.”

Master Wayne said, “Let’s talk on the plane.”

“Okay.” Barry shrugged. “Right, what’s your superpower?”

Master Wayne pondered for a moment. “I’m rich.”

Barry was lost for words.

Diana shook her head with a smile. She walked past the Benz AMG-Vision Gran Turismo that was parked at the far end and headed for her own Porsche.

She was also very rich. Although it wasn’t as much as tens of billions, hundreds of millions of dollars was nothing.

It had to be pointed out that she had survived World War I and later took up her identity as an art curator.

During the war 100 years ago, oil paintings, watches, sculptures and vases were only sold for hundreds of dollars, and could even be exchanged for food and water.

She had a lot of such antiques.

In particular, art prices had skyrocketed in the last decade or two, and it wouldn’t be a problem to sell her stash for billions of dollars.

Of course, this would definitely create a huge hole in the global art market.

These things were so expensive because of the hype created by various interest groups.

One of the most important traits that an art piece could have in order to be worth tens of billions of dollars on the market was that it was ‘rare.’

She sold one unremarkable item eight to ten years ago for 8 to 10 million in living expenses.

From this point of view, the battle goddess wasn’t the kind of person who lived extravagantly; the grandeur, history and heritage of European luxury brands weren’t worth mentioning to someone who has Zeus’ bloodline.

In any case, the royal families of Europe combined couldn’t compare with her.

On the other hand, she conceded defeat when it came to modern society, which was dedicated to innovation.

For example, phones were much more useful than bugles.

Luke liked interacting with Barry. When he passed by Barry, he nodded sincerely. “Yes, I’m rich, too.”

Barry: Is it so great to have money?!

Watching Luke walk up to a Lamborghini, Barry swallowed his pizza. Fine, it really was great to have money. At the very least, he would be able to afford these three beautiful cars.

After that, Luke and Barry worked together to upgrade the Flash suit in the new Justice League base.

Don’t forget, there was a young man with gray hair back home who until now couldn’t use the outer nanosuit.

Meanwhile, Master Wayne and Diana continued looking for their next target.

The other party’s condition was supposedly a little strange, so Luke declined to go with them on the grounds that a man who was too handsome might provoke the other party.

Diana rolled her eyes at this lame joke.

Master Wayne looked suffocated, as if to ask, “Am I not handsome enough?”

It was a pity that although he was handsome, he didn’t dare talk about his handsome face when compared with Bale’s.

Barry, on the other hand, grinned foolishly.

After they met, he had fallen in love with this game.

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Trading these sorts of lame jokes couldn’t be any more perfect for someone with extraordinary reflexes.

An ordinary person would have to think for a long while before they could come up with a retort.

The only thing that depressed Barry was that Luke seemed pretty quick-witted and was much more experienced than he was.

But this was why he was willing to study modifications for the suit with Luke.

Not only did the Justice League have all sorts of materials, it also had a new teammate whose brain wasn’t any slower than his. He could learn corny jokes on the job.

What was even more wonderful was that this new teammate was a big eater. He could eat many times more than Barry, and he was rich.

Barry finally knew to what extent rich people could do whatever they wanted.

With a call from Luke, all sorts of signature dishes from Gotham’s and Metropolis’ well-known restaurants would be delivered to the base by drone within ten minutes.

Barry felt like he had turned into a little bird — as long as he opened his mouth and shouted, “I’m hungry,” delicious food would fall from the sky and into his mouth.