"Is that all there is to it?"
Cisco frowned, finding it a bit surreal. They had all investigated for an entire night, and it felt like, according to Lin Li, all they had to do was wait for the Metahuman to appear, then he would electrocute them, and the matter would be resolved.
Lin Li replied, "YES."
"NO, Lin Li, you can't kill people. They should go to jail if they deserve it; you can't just kill indiscriminately."
Hearing Lin Li say it was fine to just electrocute them, Barry cried out. How could they act so recklessly? Criminals should be judged by the courts. If they deserved to go to jail, they went to jail; if they deserved the electric chair, they got the electric chair. There was still such a thing as law in the world.
Lin Li was speechless. He had forgotten Barry was a bleeding heart. Alright, then he wouldn't kill anyone.
Before Lin Li could speak, Joe interrupted.
Joe said, "NO, that won't work. Iron Heights Prison can't hold Metahuman criminals. I don't want all the criminals there to escape because of a Metahuman oversight."
Barry said, "But we can't just kill every Metahuman we encounter, can we? They are people too and have human rights."
Everyone present fell silent. This… what should they do? Ordinary prisons couldn't hold Metahumans, and if they weren't careful, it could even cause chaos. For a moment, everyone felt that Metahumans were a tricky problem.
Lin Li said nonchalantly, "Simple. Build a prison that restricts Metahuman abilities."
Cisco's eyes lit up: "That's right, we can build a Metahuman Prison. I like that idea."
Caitlin said, "You mean?"
Cisco nodded: "YES, we happen to have a location that can be converted into a temporary prison."
Caitlin said nothing, remaining silent. She recalled her fiancé, who had been vaporized in the particle accelerator loop, leaving no trace, not even a body, completely evaporated.
Barry asked, "Where?"
Wells said, "The particle accelerator."
Joe agreed. As long as there was a place that could hold Metahumans and prevent them from causing trouble, that would be OK. The law didn't work on them; it was for ordinary people. It was clear that Metahuman criminals simply didn't care about the law.
Joe said, "OK, I'll go inquire with Danton Black's relatives and friends. You all quickly set up a prison that can hold Metahumans."
So they split into four groups. Joe went back to the police station to find his partner and investigate the case.
Wells and Cisco went down to the particle accelerator to inspect the situation, planning to build a Metahuman Prison.
Caitlin sat numbly in the control room. The particle accelerator, needing to be reactivated, reminded her of her loved one, her fiancé, whom she was about to marry. Nine months had passed, and she thought she had buried it well within her heart, but she hadn't; it wasn't buried very deep. Their actions this time stirred her longing for Ronnie.
Lin Li, on the other hand, returned to his residence, took several bags of different brands of chocolate, and stuffed them into his coat and pants pockets for easy snacking.
According to research, regularly eating chocolate with over 70% cocoa content helps increase the volume of the cerebral cortex, enhances the excitability of the central nervous system, and polyphenols also have anti-anxiety effects and antioxidant effects comparable to red wine. This means the brain will be more relaxed, flexible, and youthful, with slight improvements in both learning and thinking abilities.
Of course, this research opinion was nonsense to Lin Li; he simply loved sweets, loved chocolate, loved milk, and so on…
He loved eating both before and after transmigration. The difference was that before, someone always managed him, not letting him eat indiscriminately, whereas now he ate indiscriminately, longing for that person to come and manage him again.
Alas, it's all tears when spoken of.
Lin Li silently wiped a wound with sadness. After getting the chocolate, he prepared to go out. He needed to go to the vehicle management office to register and prepare for his driving test.
As soon as he stepped out, Barry appeared.
"Lin Li, I want to talk to you."
Lin Li wasn't keen. In the TV series, this line appeared almost every episode, but now it frequently appeared in front of him because Barry had something on his mind and always sought him out to talk.
Because of the Speed Force in his head, Barry was unusually close to him, or at least Barry thought they were already inseparable, very good friends, almost like brothers who could share underwear. However, if Lin Li really had to wear Barry's underwear, Lin Li would definitely refuse.
Lin Li was calm. He felt he could play the role of a big brother listening to his younger brother's troubles very well.
"Unless you want to eat my chocolate, just say whatever else you have to say."
Barry followed Lin Li, musing for a moment before saying, "Last night, Joe told me that Dr. Wells had nothing to do with my mother's murder."
Child, you are too naive. He is the murderer of your mother.
Lin Li continued to listen attentively. He found Barry to be truly silly and naive.
Barry continued, "I feel a bit guilty towards Dr. Wells. These past two days, I've been constantly suspecting him. I want to ask, do I need to apologize to Dr. Wells? What if Dr. Wells doesn't forgive me and becomes distant? He's my idol, and although Dr. Wells is completely unaware of this matter, it's like a thorn in my heart, and I feel very uncomfortable."
Lin Li was shocked.
Apologize for something like this? Feeling guilty towards someone just based on his own mental activity, this… is it simple or pure? Is it stupid or idiotic?
Lin Li had been there for about a month and understood some behavioral habits. He knew Americans habitually told people close to them anything that happened and disliked hiding their views on things and people. They were very direct; if they liked something, they liked it; if they didn't, they didn't. If they did something to offend a friend, they usually confronted the person directly to clarify.
However, Barry feeling so guilty just from a mental suspicion was something Lin Li simply couldn't agree with.
It was complicated, very complicated. If it were in his home country, who didn't have a few small secrets? Good friends didn't necessarily have to tell each other everything. But here, the situation was like this: everything was explained clearly, with no concealment.
Lin Li couldn't untangle Barry's thoughts. Perhaps that's why Barry was hailed as the conscience of DC.
Brightness, kindness, integrity, mercy, sincerity, courage, justice, unity… all these positive and beautiful virtues described people like Barry Allen.
Lin Li didn't understand Barry's emotions; the difference between East and West was too great. Just like last night when he gnawed on braised pig trotters, Wells and the other two looked at him as if he were eating feces. This difference was so vast it almost made him vomit blood.
How can I explain to you all that pig trotters are delicious and easy to chew?
He couldn't explain it.
But that didn't stop him from offering Barry sound advice: "Go, follow your heart. Dr. Wells will forgive you."
Barry nodded thoughtfully, staring at Lin Li, wanting to speak but hesitating.