Chapter 244: Who are you?!

Harrison Wells propped his elbow on the armrest, slender fingers resting under his nose, his eyes seemingly lost in thought, a natural smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

His other hand controlled the electric wheelchair as he skillfully navigated out of the office, through the corridor, and slowly approached the door of the time vault.

Pressing the sensor, the door of the time vault contracted into data-like small stones from both sides, revealing the dark interior room.

Harrison Wells drove his wheelchair into the time vault. The walls of it lit up with wall lights, and the door behind automatically extended data-like stones from both sides to close.

He maneuvered the wheelchair forward to the console, leaning slightly, his elbow propped on the armrest, fingers touching his chin. With a smile still lingering at the corner of his mouth, his serene eyes pondered for a moment before he spoke with a faint sense of satisfaction:

"Gideon, show me the hospital," Harrison Wells commanded.

"Of course, Dr. Wells," Gideon responded, projecting all the surveillance footage from Central City Hospital onto Harrison Wells' eyes.

"Zoom in on Barry Allen's room," Harrison Wells skimmed through the surveillance of many rooms in Central City Hospital until he found Barry's room.

The surveillance footage of Barry's room quickly enlarged in front of Harrison Wells.

Barry wore a white hospital gown, lying unconscious on the hospital bed, almost completely wrapped in bandages, with only his eyes and lips exposed.

Harrison Wells gently stroked his chin with his finger, staring at Barry in the surveillance.

In the past few months, Central City Hospital had experienced several unexplained power outages since Barry was admitted, each time coinciding with Barry's sudden cardiac arrest.

In fact, it was a misdiagnosis. Barry's heart did not stop; instead, his rapid heartbeat prevented the electrocardiogram from recording.

"It seems like we need to bring him back to the Lab."

Harrison Wells smiled, beginning to contemplate his next plan.

He was somewhat worried about leaving Barry in the hospital.

He feared that if Barry's fast heartbeat prevented the electrocardiogram from being recorded, the hospital might mistakenly diagnose him as dead, which would be absurd.

Regardless, Barry needed to establish a connection with the Lab and himself for Harrison Wells to steal his speed force.

Harrison Wells squinted his eyes, fingers brushing past his lips, quite satisfied with the current progress.

Barry had been struck by lightning, and the speed force had already begun to manifest in this world, indicating that all his actions in this timeline were correct.

Perhaps it would take another year or two to absorb abundant speed force from Barry and return to his own timeline.

Under this technological facade, the old and outdated past timeline was utterly miserable for him.

Living here with all the deceased ancients, breathing this miserable air, Harrison Wells felt that there could be nothing more unbearable and miserable than this.

This miserable life had already lasted for fifteen years.

Now Harrison Wells finally saw a glimmer of hope.

"Gideon, play back all the surveillance footage related to Barry until the moment he was struck by lightning," Harrison Wells commanded.

With a sense of contentment, Harrison Wells leaned back comfortably in his ergonomically designed automatic wheelchair, watching as Gideon began to play the footage related to Barry.

In fact, Harrison Wells had been paying attention to Barry for the past fifteen years, ever since Barry's mother was killed by himself, his father was imprisoned, and he was adopted by Joe West, living under the same roof as Iris, experiencing all sorts of ups and downs.

Most of the time, Barry was bullied by classmates, beaten up for running too slow, for being disliked, for excelling in academics, or for being weak in boxing, even being beaten by Iris.

Despite these experiences, he maintained a positive attitude throughout elementary school, middle school, and college, aspiring to become a forensic expert, to find evidence and prove his father's innocence.

This upbringing brought him immense happiness, something he couldn't express to outsiders, leaving him with some sentimentality towards Barry's father.

He felt a sense of fatherhood towards Barry, after all, he had been paying attention for over a decade.

However, in recent months, he had been dealing with some troubles caused by these primitive monkeys, barely paying attention to Barry being sent to the hospital, assuming he was safe and not giving it much thought.

Now he finally had the time to focus on Barry in detail.

Despite Barry lying in bed motionless since being struck by lightning, Gideon's playback gradually rewound.

Harrison Wells seemed bored as he watched Barry lying in bed, with Iris and his foster father Joe sometimes appearing near the bed, distressed and crying.

As the playback continued, with Iris and Joe growing more and more distressed, it rewound to the moment when Barry was first brought into the emergency room, with Iris eager to enter the room to watch over Barry.

Until the playback reached a figure fading solid from the air, Harrison Wells' paternal attitude towards watching the child grow stopped abruptly.

"Who is he?!"

Harrison Wells lowered his finger from his lips, the corner of his mouth curving downwards with a nostalgic smile, his figure in the wheelchair froze, then he suddenly stood up in shock from the automatic wheelchair.

Was there someone else involved in Barry becoming the Flash?

Harrison Wells' pupils contracted as he stared in shock at the image of H'el absorbing the Speed Force arc from Barry. The footage rewound all the way back to him standing in the corner, back to Barry being struck by lightning, back to the moment before Barry was struck.

This person had been in the corner the whole time, witnessing the birth of the Flash.

"Gideon, who is he?" Harrison Wells' mind churned, his dilating pupils betraying his astonishment.

He was certain that this person with this appearance was not among the Flash's villains. He was more familiar with the Flash than the Flash himself, having once aspired to become him, to replace him, and being familiar with all of the Flash's enemies.

"He is not in the data." Gideon replied.

Harrison Wells absentmindedly removed his glasses, his shocked gaze lingering, sweat appearing on his forehead.

He couldn't help but run his hands over his face, trying to calm his shocked heart, and thinking carefully.

"Has everything I've done been discovered?" Harrison Wells' eyes flashed dangerously.

The only person who knew that Barry was struck by lightning at this moment and became the Flash was himself. Harrison Wells racked his brain, unable to think of anyone else who could know so precisely that this moment was the birth of the Flash, and therefore wait precisely in the forensic lab.

He didn't know who this person was!

But from his methods, it was clear that his goal was also the Speed Force.

He couldn't tolerate someone stealing the fruits of his fifteen years of labor at this moment.

"Damn it! Who are you?!" Harrison Wells, unable to find an answer, suddenly became agitated, slamming the automatic wheelchair against the wall in frustration, his face twisted in anger, his eyes flashing dangerous red arcs.

"A passerby from another universe," H'el's voice came from behind him.

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