[Comprehensive British and American] I open a haunted house in the superhero world

A flight back to New York, West helped Riise send Finch to the haunted house.

Seeing them come back in a state of embarrassment, everyone who came out to greet them was stunned for a second.

"Bring people in." Tony said in his youthful skin, although he was young, but full of momentum.

Stephen glanced at Tony. Judging from his eyes, he should already know Tony's identity.

Also, since Tony would go to Steph for help, he must have told Steph about the haunted house.

Things were urgent, and if it wasn't for Stephen's arrival, they might not have been able to leave smoothly, so West was not dissatisfied with Tony's "leaking the secret", but was very grateful for his prompt decision.

Hall jumped onto Finch's stretcher and went inside with the stretcher, saying, "Does this man look damaged?"

"Mary Shaw did it," West said.

"Mary... well, I knew that guy was going to come back and make trouble." Hall said, licking Finch's face—don't get me wrong, he was just checking Finch, "After all, we did it last time." It just ruined his body."

Hall said with some dissatisfaction.

The few people present, even ordinary people, were not at all surprised by a talking cat, after all, they were all people who had seen the living dead.

Finch was carried into a prepared room.

Then West said: "After the details, the gentlemen should go to check Mr. Finch first."

After he finished speaking, Stephen nodded and greeted Hall, and Loki walked in together.

Hall is still in cat form, while Loki wears his feminine tunic.

Three creatures related to magic, walked in directly to check.

"So... there is a ghost?" The inspection will not be over for a while, and after a few minutes, Reese asked.

When confronting Mary Shaw and the others in the small town, Reese saw West talking to the air a few times, and he had some guesses in his heart.

West thought about Finch's current situation, so he didn't hide it from him, and told Riise directly that their place is a haunted house, and there are real ghosts inside.

But Riise is neither an employee of the haunted house, nor a person with magical abilities, so even if West said so, they couldn't see ghosts without bodies—for example, Nygma and Clark.

But to be honest, Riise didn't need to see them either. His only concern now was Finch's safety.

"It's okay, we're all professionals here." Seeing Riise's anxious expression, West comforted him.

But his consolation didn't do much, they all knew how important Finch was to everyone in the library team.

West couldn't bear to see such a tense environment. He greeted Tony and said he was going to get some air outside the haunted house.

"What's wrong with West?" Tony said to the plausible one of the two ghosts who accompanied him. "He seems to have something wrong."

Clark didn't answer, remained silent for a while, and then floated out suddenly.

"He looks weird too?" Tony continued, frowning. "What happened?"

The reliable one ran away, and he had to ask the unreliable one.

Nygma shrugged: "Who knows? Maybe the answer to this game is not very interesting?"

He only cares about whether the guessing game is fun or not, who cares about what other people are thinking.

Tony rolled his eyes, and decided to forget it or ask a reliable person later.

On the other side, Clark changed to a body somewhat similar to his own, walked outside the haunted house, and saw West squatting outside with a small bench.

He floated behind West, and West must have known he was coming.

"You've been restless since you came back, Wei, what's the matter?" Clark squatted down, he was taller than West, and after squatting down, the two of them were just able to look at each other.

West sighed: "It's nothing, I'm just... just a little scared."

"Afraid of Namonos?" Clark asked.

"Nammonos? No, I'm not afraid of Namonos, whether it's Billy or Namonos, I just feel anger." West said, "I just, I just... how should I put it, I've been Think I'm a nice guy...well, maybe not a great guy, but a decent guy, but when I saw the fire in the town, I wasn't sure."

Clark laughed, "Because you blew up a town full of dead people?"

"Because I blew up a small town, just to delay my death for a while." West emphasized, "Because when I decided to blow up that small town, I wasn't sure if it would be useful. ——Actually, we all know that bombing on the Internet is not enough to destroy the soul. Such an approach is more of revenge than throwing a stumbling block at the feet of death, but I still did it for the slightest possibility The choice. And I didn't feel any guilt when I chose to blow up that town."

Clark stared into his eyes for a long time, and he understood what West was struggling with.

The owner of the haunted house had never made such a choice, and he still couldn't accept that he had blown up a town full of people—even if there were all living dead who could move.

"Listen, West, everyone in that small town is dead." Clark turned around, slowly moved in front of West, and said to him softly, "Do you remember Bella's request to you when she left?" ? She wanted you to give these souls a break, and you did, that's all."

West sighed for a long time: "Clark, you didn't understand. This is just one of them. What I find even more difficult to accept is the matter with Pascal...I think Pascal is closer than Namonros, so I call Namon Ross has brought him to a dangerous place, I think it is more important for you to leave than Pascal, so I left Pascal there."

"Hey, my boy, when did you think so radically? We will take Namonros there, obviously because he knows the latest situation in the town better." Clark stretched out his hand and patted it funny West's head, "As for Pascal, Pascal chose to go, didn't he?"

"But I knew he would make this choice a long time ago, but I still let it go, and even consciously asked Tony to cooperate with him." West looked at Clark with a blank look in his eyes, "You know, Clark, now that I know death will depend on When I wanted to devour the soul of the town to strengthen myself, I had a thought in my heart... God, I thought for a moment, if only I could destroy the soul of this town. Just It’s because they will become the rations of death, I didn’t even think about saving them, I just wanted to destroy them.”

"Clark, I'm very scared." West closed his eyes, "I was thinking all the way, and I found that my thoughts at that moment were very similar to death. I didn't regard those souls as life but ...food. I'm scared, am I a very cruel person by nature? I'm not sure if I'm really what I think I am."

"Listen to West." Clark lowered his body and deliberately made himself look up at him. He knew that this posture would make West more comfortable. Superman has always been a very careful person, "I know you What are you talking about, I understand your feelings, but I want to explain to you, if you are really a cruel person, then would you not have this idea now, you feel that you have no guilt, in fact, you are thinking about these I feel guilty. Is it because you have been with us for a long time, so you start to demand yourself by our standards, Wei." Clark smiled slightly, "You did nothing wrong, Wei, you neither put The one who turned everyone in the town into the living dead, nor the one who lied to people to go to the town, nor the one who played the game of raising Gu in the town, why should he blame himself for all this now? I believe , if Pascal was not a dead man, if he hadn't made his own decision, then at the last moment, you would have brought him out with all your might, and now it's just... the fate he chose."

Clark grabbed West's hand, put it to his lips, then lowered his head, and kissed him devoutly. Then, under West's shocked eyes, Clark looked up at West and said, "You No need to be so sad, I'm here."

"I, I..." West's head was confused for a moment when Clark kissed him.

Clark this is... this is...

etiquette.

It must be etiquette, there is no other possibility.

West figured it out at once, this must be a hand kiss.

So it seems that Kryptonian etiquette is not much different from Earth etiquette.

Clark was trying to comfort him.

For a while, West felt even more guilty: "Sorry Clark, this is the first time I've faced such a situation, and I'm a bit of a mother-in-law."

He said and held Clark's hand backhand: "I figured it out, it's all death's fault, why should I blame myself? That guy is still coveting my body! This fluke gave him a big blow, but he I'm afraid it won't be so easy to disappear, and I will definitely want to take revenge on me after this, and now I need to cheer up and prepare to deal with it."

Clark raised a few words, and West regained his energy in an instant.

He just saw the fire in the town with his own eyes before, and it was a little hard to accept that he pressed the explosion button, so he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he got into the corner.

As soon as Clark reminded him, he was fine again.

He quickly pulled his hand out of Clark's palm, as if he was hiding from something.

Then he solemnly grabbed Clark's shoulder: "Clark, I assure you, I will never be so decadent again."

After he finished speaking, he let go of Clark, turned around and picked up the stool, turned around and ran, and said while running, "Tony, has Finch's situation come out?"

Clark still kept his squatting posture, and for a moment he looked blankly at West's fast figure.

Suddenly a smile appeared, and then he stretched out his fingertips and tapped his lips.

In fact, I just wanted to comfort him, but it seemed to be misunderstood.

But it seems to be not bad.