I heard my dad is a clown [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Gotham at midnight.

Thick clouds obscured the moonlight, and the entire Gotham was shrouded in thick darkness.The piercing night wind passed through every dark street and dark alley, freezing people from the bone marrow to a gloomy chill.

Batman and his five little assistants are squatting on the roof of the abandoned factory and observing the horrific scene inside——

Dozens of figures in large black robes stood scattered in a circle, clasped their hands together and raised their fists to their chests, lowered their heads and touched their fists on their foreheads, and muttered something.

Surrounded in the middle is a girl with a strange posture.

She looked no more than 15 years old, with a painful and terrified expression, her hands were bound and pulled over her head, and her whole body was pulled by an invisible force in a sacrificial gesture.

She seemed to be injured, blood snaked down her fair skin, gathered at the tip of her toes to form a stream, tick-tock fell on the strange magic circle drawn on the ground.

In the empty and huge space of the abandoned factory, the circular magic circle formed by the intersection of black and red lines is unscrupulously exuding an uncomfortable atmosphere, as if hidden under those exquisite and magnificent patterns. It is the entrance to hell, and it opens its bloody maw full of horrific teeth, ready to choose someone to devour.

"Oh my God, it must have been painted with blood, right?!"

Ye Yi, who has always been gentle and gentle, couldn't help asking in a low voice.

"The smell of blood is very strong." Red Hood sniffed the smell that was blowing in the wind, and his subordinates kept checking the equipment. "It can't be caused by the amount of bleeding just by one person."

Obviously, there were other people who were murdered by this group of black-robed cultists before that.

"Shh, shut up."

The heretics gathered in the open space began to chant a mysterious and obscure language, like prayers from some ancient kingdom, or singing with rhythm.

As they quickly chanted these seemingly meaningless words at first glance, they moved their feet and slowly circled around the periphery of the magic circle.

"They're calling something to come here."

Joey reminded in a low voice, seeing Batman's questioning gaze, she scratched her cheek in confusion, and said, "I don't know why, I just feel like I heard what they said somewhere, and the summoner is very bad thing."

The little girl herself felt very strange.

The lingua franca of mankind in the last days is almost the same as the one used now, and the history before the last days is almost the same as that of this world.It can be said that the two worlds are parallel worlds that differentiated after making different choices at a certain historical node.

Regardless of whether it was the previous life or this life, Joey was sure that he had never heard anyone communicate in this language.

But there seems to be a vague memory flashing in her mind, it seems that she was very small, so small that she needed to be hugged in the arms and coaxed to sleep.Someone hugged her and stood on the city wall, watching the same group of men in black chanting these evil spells to the bloody magic circle.

It seems that there are more memories, vaguely hidden in the long years, washed away by the long time, leaving only sporadic fragments, which are difficult to trace back.

But she could feel very strongly that the summoned Jude was not a small character, let alone a pure birdman with snow-white wings.

Then look at the group of cultists.A tall and slender figure left from the queue, with a slender hand that looked like a dry bone stretched out from the black robe, and pulled out a blood-stained boning knife from a low table covered with velvet not far away.

"Go!"

Joy had never thought that Batman's throat cancer was so beautiful, and the uneasiness that had been forcibly suppressed suddenly broke out, driving her to rush towards the magic circle that had begun to emit dark red light with all her strength.

The hurricane was manipulated by the little girl to attack the black-robed cultists who were surrounded by distorted lines. The strong wind impact made a group of people staggered and fell to the ground. Only the woman holding the knife swayed slightly. After a few clicks, he quickly stabilized his body.

The hood was blown away by the wind, and the pale face hidden in the shadows glanced at her indifferently, then swung the knife and stabbed the unconscious victim.

"Stop!" Joey yelled anxiously at her fierce action, "Do you know what monster you will summon?!"

As if the woman in black robe didn't hear her words, she chased after the little girl who was sent away by the wind and slashed fiercely.

"Summon that monster, do you think you can still live?!"

Joy grabbed the clothes of the "sacrifice" and stood up in the air, trying to convince the woman on the ground who was as thin as a skeleton.

The woman looked up at Joey, her hood dropped, revealing her cloudy eyes.

It's not like a living person at all.

The originally vibrant green pupils were covered by a white film, revealing an ominous madness and dead silence, her cheeks were so thin that it seemed that only a thin layer of skin was left hanging on her cheekbones. beautiful face.

But now, she is just a lifeless walking corpse wrapped in a gloomy black robe.

Looking at Joey, who stood in the middle of the hurricane, with a perfect and holy face like a god, the woman suddenly grinned.

"It seems that you really don't know anything."

she said so.

"What do you mean?"

Joey's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously moved towards the Batman who had already bundled up the rest of the cultists and surrounded him.

But the little girl didn't notice that the dark red light emitted by the magic circle didn't go out because of the lack of offerings, but instead became darker and more gloomy because of the wind.Her retreat happened to be within the vertical range of the magic circle.

At this moment, the light shines brightly!

Illusory tentacles glowing with golden light in the dark red rushed out of the magic circle crazily, engulfing the nearby living people and pulling them into the formation, so fast that people had no time to react.

Batman, the four Robins, and the bound man in black were all spared.

Oh, no, the woman in the black robe ran away.

At the last moment of being dragged into the magic circle, Joey looked at the back running out of the gate and thought vaguely.

……

"Tony, watch out!"

In the cold and damp snow cave, a giant ice pick as long as an adult male was thrown down from the cave ceiling, almost piercing through the top of the bearded man's head.

Steve, who pulled his teammate in time, looked at him suspiciously, "What's the matter, Tony?"

"It's nothing...well, I just have a bad feeling."

Tony pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, trying to ease his suddenly dizzy, tense brain.

"Probably just the reflection of the snow for a long time, some signs of snow blindness, it's not a problem."

Fury raised his eyebrows and looked at him, as if to say "you have today too".

"Heh, I've been watching the snow for a long time, just staring at your bald head can relieve it, where is the snow blindness?"

Iron Man quickly counterattacked, and his face looked much better than before.

"Okay, okay," Clint folded his hands and moved in place twice, "Hurry up and explore. I always feel that something is wrong with this ghost place, as if someone is staring at me."

"Shut up, Fat Chirp!" Tony rolled his eyes at him, "If you talk nonsense, I'll leave you here with Snow Wolf."

What was originally an ordinary place was made creepy by what he said, which caused the hairs on his back to stand on end.

"But he's right. You'd better not stay here for long, lest there be any surprises."

The card suspended beside Natasha suddenly made a sound, and the mouth painted on the card was lifelike, and it was talking one by one at this time.

"Guys who are too scared to show their faces had better talk less."

The black-haired God of Lies smiled faintly as he stared at the card and said quietly.

"What did you say?!" The face of the card, which looked extremely hard, quickly bent, and it was bent into a rough human shape with a few simple strokes, waving small short hands on hips to make a teapot shape.

"Get rid of you and figure it out! Am I a follower of friendship, okay?!" The villain turned himself over and stared at him with big eyes drawn on the other side of the copper bell to show his viciousness, "Just that so-and-so... ...Boiled head! He didn't even pay me a salary?!!"

The villain pointed at Fury's distasteful look of being too lazy to look at him, turned himself over again, and continued to speak angrily with big red lips.

"When I first came to New York, he even sent someone to stay on me! Secretly investigate me!!"

"If it wasn't for Tony's sake, even if he knelt down and sang Conquer to me, I wouldn't help him!!"

"........."

Nick Fury, who was silently watched by a group of people, touched his head subconsciously, and looked back confidently: "It's just a process, everyone has to go through it. Ask the group around you, which one has not been squatted before? And not Withdrew soon?!"

The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. has a serious elder expression on his face, and in a trance, people around him have an auditory hallucination of "I'm doing this for your own good".

"A life without investigations is not enough to become a superhero!!"

The sonorous and powerful words echoed in the huge snow cave, lingering in everyone's ears, and the powerful words even collapsed the snowdrift.

"Look ahead! There's something under the snowdrift!"

Hawkeye, with the best eyesight, screamed loudly.

Everyone scraped away the snowdrifts, and the human figure covered under gradually revealed its true colors—it was a corpse that had been frozen into an ice sculpture.

He seemed to be an explorer during his lifetime, and his strong physique and complete expedition equipment showed this to everyone.His face was pale, his eyes were wide open, as if his eyeballs were going to pop out of his sockets in the next second, as if he had witnessed something terrifying before he died, but the body was unharmed, and there were a few pieces of paper scattered around him.

Natasha picked up a page of paper to check. There were a few scattered sentences written on it. The font was round and neat. It could be seen that she was in a calm mood when she wrote these words.

"Flender said that there are gods haunting the snow-capped mountains. People in the village can't go up the mountain if they have nothing to do, otherwise they will be locked in the house so as not to offend the gods."

"If you ask me, the small village is ignorant. How can there be gods shrinking on the snow-capped mountains? Probably some beasts like snow wolves."

"I feel something is wrong here. It seems that someone is hiding in the dark and peeping at me. Could it be a beast?"

"It's not right, there are no gods here at all! A monster! It's a monster!! I want to escape!!"

The handwriting on the kraft paper was a bit messy, and it seemed that something had been discovered.

Natasha frowned and picked up other papers on the ground.

"No!! It's chasing after me! What to do! What to do!!"

"It will kill me! This is not a monster to resist! Go away! Go away!!"

"It's coming soon... I would like to warn those who come after me... Run away... Don't look back... Can't be defeated..."

The black widow looked at the handwriting that was blurred by the snow water, raised her eyebrows and looked at the silent teammates.

"Aha, it looks like we're in big trouble."

……

A gust of wind and snow blew past the entrance of the cave not far away.