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

Clark looked helplessly at West laughing up and down, and then he couldn't help laughing.

"I... I mean, well, I should call my parents and prove that they're real Superman fans," Clark said with a laugh.

West laughed even harder.

In his smile, Clark didn't feel offended, but rather pleased.

"Actually, I really like dogs." West said solemnly after laughing, "If it wasn't for this cat that came to my house by itself and let me choose, I would definitely have a dog. I'm a dog party."

After hearing this, Clark immediately replied: "Then you will definitely like Xiao Krypton."

While talking, the dog hiding in the corner probably really figured it out. After realizing that it was absolutely impossible for his master to come in, he finally listened to the doctor's advice and got an injection. He behaved like he was hiding before. It's not like that at all.

When the doctor brought the dog out, it howled and threw itself into Clark's arms.

"Okay, good boy." The doctor said, "I'm always the bad guy, okay?"

West knelt down and patted Xiao Krypton on the forehead, and Xiao Krypton rubbed his head on his palm obediently.

"It's really cute," West said.

When returning home, he happened to find that he and Clark went home in the same direction, and miraculously, after telling each other their addresses, they happened to live next door.

"Seriously?" West said with a look of surprise, "If someone with your appearance lived next to me, I dare say I would never forget it."

"I didn't expect an actor to live next door to me." Clark also said in surprise, "I mean, I thought all actors... well, lived in a mansion, and would not easily tell others that they lived there, keeping it a secret." .”

West waved his hand: "This is left to me by my adoptive mother, and..."

He paused as he spoke, lowered his voice consciously, and said with a little intimidation: "Don't believe it, there are many people who have been thinking about me since I was a child, but it is very amazing that these people who are thinking about me are all It's all going to be bad luck."

What he said was not a lie. Since he joined the entertainment industry, his appearance has been missed by many people, and he has been tampered with several times.

But then it gradually disappeared. It is said that it was because many people said that he was poisonous, and it would be bad luck to shoot him.

Before his adoptive mother died, he asked her, and she laughed and told him, "Of course it's because of the Eye of Horus."

He didn't know what it meant, but because of his personality, he didn't continue to ask.

And it's a good thing that no one is harassing, so he doesn't need to worry about it.

He is telling Clark this sentence now, with a bit of a naughty taste of not knowing where it came from.

Clark blinked. "Are you implying that I should be interested in you?"

Wow, little reporter... No, the little writer is actually so sharp?

He thought he'd blushed and say—no, no, he didn't mean that.

"I seem to have misread you a bit." West looked at Clark jokingly.

"Well, it's not that wrong." Clark grinned and said with a pure face.

The little writer doesn't look so innocent, West thought, suddenly stretched out his hand, hooked Clark's shoulder, and winked teasingly at Clark.

Clark froze for a second, and finally couldn't help blushing.

West smiled ambiguously and let go of his hand: "Remember to inform me when the little reporter changes clothes. I also want to see if Superman's chest muscles are really as beautiful as the rumors."

He has an inexplicable obsession with Superman's breasts.

After speaking, he quickly closed the door without waiting for Clark to say anything.

"He's cute, isn't he?" He said to the sleeping kitten in his arms, and then smiled himself.

How could he feel familiar with someone he met for the first time?

The next morning, he received a call from Bill and complained to him, saying that there was a new development in the case on the set. The police said it was a suicide because there were no traces on the person, and there were no fingerprints or footprints around. So the only possibility is suicide.

This result probably made everyone wonder what kind of expression to put on, but the police were quite satisfied with the answer.

Bill complained to him in private: "If this is really suicide, I suspect that there are ghosts in this world."

West muttered a few words over there, and heard Bill go on to say: "You can still rest, the filming is suspended, the key is that Joe is going to find a reliable wizard, witch, magician and the like to exorcise the set " He said in a low voice, "If it's really suicide, maybe it's...you know."

The actor who listened to him burst out laughing, and then heard Bill say seriously: "Don't believe it, you still have to believe it once in a while."

"Okay, just give me a vacation for a while." West said carelessly stroking the kitten's fur.

After treatment, the kitten has basically recovered, and now it is running around the room, finally getting close to West, wanting to eat.

"What should I name you?" West muttered.

"What? What are you talking about, Vi?" He noticed that there was still a voice on the phone and realized that he hadn't hung up.

"Yeah, it's nothing, let me just say it casually, I hung up." West hung up the phone quickly after finishing speaking.

He somehow didn't want people to know he had the cat.

Hastily hung up the phone, West kicked the cat in his arms, went to prepare food for it, and fed himself by the way.

Soon West fed the family's two mouths enough, and began to tease the cat boringly while brushing "How to Raise a Cat".

Halfway through, the cat in his arms suddenly jumped out and meowed towards the door.

Then West heard the sound of something scratching on the iron door—it was the kind of sound that would make people stand on their heads when they heard it.

He picked up the baseball bat he was going to use to deal with the cat yesterday, looked at the cat's eyes, and found no one.

So he thought for a moment and opened the door.

"Wang."

Finding that the door was opened, the dog at the door drooped its ears, tilted its head and looked innocently at West.

It's Krypton.

"Hey." West picked up the kitten who was grinning hoarsely at the dog on the ground, then squatted down and touched the dog's head, and said, "We haven't seen you for a long time and you miss me?"

Xiao Krypton barked cleverly, then stared innocently at West with dog eyes.

"Where's your master?" West touched his neck, and Xiao Krypton cleverly rubbed his head against his hand, "I mean Superman?"

Xiao Krypton looked back at the door next to him, and there was a small gap in the door, and then he barked softly.

West looked at the gap thoughtfully, and suddenly smiled: "It seems that you sneaked out by yourself."

He said mischievously to Xiao Krypton: "In this case, let's tease your master."

After speaking, he opened the door and let Xiao Krypton into his house.And he gently helped Clark close the door, pretending that nothing happened.

Little Krypton doesn't know if he understands what West is doing, but anyway, it cooperates quite well, and West understands.

In the afternoon, West fed both cats and dogs—to be honest, he thought dogs were much better than cats. He just boiled his own raw beef for nothing, and Xiao Krypton Very happy to eat.

Then I heard the hasty opening of the door from outside, as if someone was going out.

Seizing the timing, West opened the door and saw Clark putting on his shoes and getting ready to go out.

"What happened, you look anxious?" West said with a concerned expression.

"Little Krypton is gone, and he hasn't come home yet." Clark said with a wry smile.

"Xiao Krypton disappeared?" West opened his eyes wide, showing great concern - he dared to say that his acting skills at this moment could not be worse than any Oscar winner, "I mean, how could it disappear?"

"It doesn't know when it learned to open the door." Clark said helplessly, "In the afternoon, I was writing a manuscript, and it ran out to play while I wasn't paying attention."

West should have laughed and said, Your dog is with me, but—but Clark's anxious and helpless expression is so cute.

He had an idea at the time, and said to Clark with a pure face, "Let me help you find it together."

Clark looked at him in surprise: "We, I mean we..."

"It's okay Clark." West smiled at him, and then—perhaps with a wink, he continued, "I'd be happy to help you, just wait for me for a while."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door and pretended to change clothes, but actually went to Xiaokrypton and the cat and said to them: "I'll go out for a while, you have to stay at home."

After an afternoon of getting along with each other, the relationship between the two animals became good at this time. The cat lay on Xiao Krypton's stomach and lazily replied, while Xiao Krypton used those shiny dog ​​eyes to firmly express that he would take good care of his family. the meaning of.

It's so smart that it didn't make a sound.

West patted his head rewardingly.

Five minutes later, he opened the door again, and saw Clark standing obediently at the door waiting for him.

"Let's go." West said to him.

Clark's face was a little red, but he couldn't see clearly in the dark.

The two walked on the street for a while, and Xiao Krypton stayed at home. Of course, it was impossible to find him.

On the way, West also comforted Clark and said: "Little Krypton is so smart that he will definitely go home, maybe he has already gone home now."

"Actually, he used to sneak out to play by himself, but it hasn't been so long." Clark nodded, "Actually, he is very smart, and...he is very powerful in combat."

"Is there any story here?" West couldn't help being curious.

Clark nodded and said, "I was also writing a manuscript once and it ran out, and then it bravely caught a hooligan who wanted to moleste another girl outside. The police said that he frightened the hooligan so he didn't dare to move. I gave him an award and put it in my house."

"Seriously?" West really laughed this time: "So you have done this kind of thing more than once? You just forgot it to write the manuscript, maybe he was angry at you for ignoring him like this to scare you on purpose .”

Clark scratched his head and said embarrassingly, "Sometimes when the inspiration comes up, you forget the time."

West finally couldn't bear it any longer, and said with a smile, "Actually, Clark, little Krypton..."

Just as he was about to speak, there was a loud explosion not far from the two of them.

"Be careful!" Clark subconsciously threw himself at West, just enough to throw him down to avoid a black shadow that suddenly appeared.

The black shadow flashed past and disappeared in front of them in the blink of an eye.

"What is that?" West asked in surprise.

Clark blocked him behind him and looked at the dark place vigilantly - that's where the thing flashed in just now.

"I don't know." Clark replied, taking West's hand and pulling him back.

Although he didn't know what it was, he was certain that it might not be a good thing

Clark took a deep breath and walked towards the darkness.

"Clark!" West called him, but Clark waved to him, indicating that he was fine.

West lifted his heart, and when he watched Clark walk into the darkness, he also took two steps forward.

"Nothing." Fortunately, Clark said immediately.

West heaved a sigh of relief, and said with some complaints: "It's dangerous."

"It's okay, I still pay attention to exercise every day." After Clark finished speaking, he suddenly heard a sharp scream from the tall building next to him.

The faces of both of them changed - that direction was the direction where the shadow had just passed.

Without even thinking about it, they ran in that direction in a tacit understanding.

Find out the floor you are on through the sound, and run towards it quickly.

Vaguely, West had an inexplicably familiar feeling.

When they got to where the sound came from, West saw a red light flash across the door, but before he could see clearly, Clark yelled, "Get out of the way."

After speaking, he immediately kicked the door open.

At the window facing the door, a man was hung there, with cuts all over his body, and the blood had been drained.

West has seen such a corpse, just yesterday on the set.

"My God." Clark yelled, and then tried to go in, but West grabbed him.

"It's useless, that person is dead." West heard himself say so calmly.

Yes, the man was dead, definitely dead.

"We call the police," West said.

The next process is the same as on the set. The police come and they are taken to the police station for questioning.

It wasn't until the next morning that he was allowed to go home temporarily, but he had to be on call during this time.

West and Clark came out of the police station with tired faces, and then Clark said to him: "How are you, your face is very pale."

West shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just that I encountered a similar case not long ago."

With that said, he told Clark what happened on the set.

It's also strange to say that this kind of thing should not be known to people other than the crew on the set.

But facing Clark, West subconsciously spoke out.

He had an inexplicable sense of trust in Clark.

After hearing this, Clark was very unbelievable.

"How could they do this?" Clark said angrily, "That girl died obviously very problematic."

But that is the case, because there is no evidence.

West thought silently in his heart, besides, it was only the insignificant who died.

Because of its insignificance, no one cares whether it is dead or alive.

This is what his teacher taught him when he was in the orphanage.

Everyone in his world accepts this sentence, even after he comes out, he knows it is wrong.

"I think there may be a shadow killer around us." West said, "He can't see and touch, but he kills people."

"No, I have to expose him to this matter." Clark said, "If they still plan to use the same method to cover up this man's affairs, I have a few journalist friends I know, and they will help me."

He said and turned his head to look at West: "Do you think the same as me?"

Do you think the same?West looked him in the eye.

At this time, Clark's blue eyes were clean and bright, and he could see the bottom at a glance.

West suddenly felt as if he had never looked at Clark's beautiful eyes seriously, whether it was yesterday or in ghosts...

He felt a tingling in his head again, and the tingling interrupted his thinking, but he didn't care, but looked carefully into Clark's eyes.

How could he ignore such beautiful eyes.

"West?" Clark couldn't help but yelled because he looked a little uncomfortable.

West said subconsciously: "Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are beautiful?"

Seeing Clark let out a bewildered expression, he realized how ambiguous his words were.

But he wasn't going to explain anything.

"Actually, Clark." West smiled slightly, "I don't care."

He felt that when he said this, Clark would definitely disagree.

But he doesn't want to pretend.

He didn't care, really didn't care, his teachers taught him in the first few years of his life that life was cheap.

He was later taken away by his adoptive mother, who told him that life was fair.

"You have to think from the perspective of an outsider." West remembers his adoptive mother saying to him, "As long as some kind of fairness is not broken, competition between life and life is allowed, and you can't participate too much. otherwise……"

"otherwise?"

"Otherwise, you will die." The adoptive mother said, "so you have to remember to be on top."

West has always remembered every word his adoptive mother said, and tried to follow the direction she wanted.

Although he didn't quite understand what this meant, but his adoptive mother always told him only one sentence - you will know later.

"Sorry Clark." West said regretfully, "I can't help you."

Who knows that Clark was not disappointed and angry because of his rejection, he just shook his head: "I should feel sorry."

He paused for a while and then said: "I forgot that there are things related to your work in it, and if you are involved casually, it may implicate you."

No, not for that reason.

I'm as indifferent to life as I am to catch clowns just to...

What clown?What is he thinking?West shook the messy thoughts out of his head.

He looked at the man a little absurdly, and only heard Clark understand: "I have no right to ask anyone to give unconditionally, so I will think of other ways."

This man he...

West felt it was even more absurd, and felt dumbfounded. He didn't know why Clark insisted so much: "No, Clark, you didn't understand me, I mean..."

"I think you didn't understand what I meant." Clark looked at him and said softly, "I feel that no matter how a person behaves, his soul will not change. I can see..."

Clark paused, then frowned and said, "Your eyes are warm, very... warm."

West didn't speak for a while because he didn't know what to say to Clark.

He can be very enthusiastic - externally he has always been that way.

However, the only person who knew him well liked to call him a machine.

As long as you give him a goal, he will follow it and never think too much about it.

That person said that his eyes were just like his own, full of the breath of death, no matter how normal and cheerful he behaved, it couldn't change his essence—they were the same essence.

Clark shouldn't have said he had warm eyes.

It was a while before he spoke.

"Clark, actually I want to tell you that Xiao Krypton stays at my house." West said, "I lied to you because I wanted to tease you."

I lied to you just to tease you.

So you should be angry, angry, mad at me.

Unexpectedly, Clark sighed, and said calmly: "I know, you had dog hair on your body when you came out. You didn't notice it but I saw it. Xiao Krypton just happened to be a little bit hairy recently."

West's subsequent words were choked up by his unreasonable way of playing cards for a while.

What?Do you, Clark, still have such a routine?

Can't believe you're such a small-town boy? !

Clark looked at him and smiled without saying a word.

West looked back at him, held back for a long time, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "Let's talk about saving the world, Superman."

He suddenly found that he had nothing to do with Clark.

This fake Superman, named after Superman, has the same integrity and stubbornness as Superman.

Clark's eyes slowly lit up: "Will you, I mean..."

"Of course." West said helplessly, "but you can't write my name in your report, Kent reporter."

In fact, he didn't care, but since Clark thought he was unwilling to provide information because he didn't want to cause trouble, then he didn't need to change Clark's mind.

West remembered that after his adoptive mother said "you must be above", he never refuted her or raised any opinions, he asked a question.

"What if I have to do it?"

At that time, his adoptive mother, who had never seen him refute her, was very surprised, and then replied with a smile: "Of course, as long as you are prepared to accept the consequences."

Prepare……

He looked at the excited Clark, and suddenly opened his mouth uncontrollably: "Clark..."

"Huh?" Clark looked at him curiously.

West opened his mouth, he wanted to say, in fact, I think life is very beautiful, and being alive is also a very beautiful thing.

He wants to say that he has given enough respect to life, just as death is willing to make concessions for life.

These words flashed through his mind, and then disappeared in such a hurry that he couldn't even remember that these words existed.

So he opened his mouth for a long time, and finally said with a smile: "Xiao Krypton and...Hall are still at home."

The name Hall popped into his head, yes, he could name his cat that.

"Hall?" Clark said. "Sounds like..."

"Yes, it's fear." West whispered, "Death is the most frightening existence... I mean, when we meet in a murder case, isn't it just knowing each other under the threat of death?"

This logic...emmm...

Clark vaguely felt that he just thought of this word suddenly, and used it casually, and felt that he was sorry for not giving himself some reason, so he made up an excuse for himself.

West didn't want him to continue thinking about it, and always felt that Clark would definitely see through his reason if he thought about it again.

So he hurriedly pushed Clark towards home, and said as he walked, "We should go back and prepare food for Xiao Krypton and Hall, or they will starve to death."

The two returned home just like that. A dog and a cat looked at them with resentful eyes the first time they came in, as if they were complaining about why they came back so late.

West hurriedly apologized to the two of them, and pulled Clark to prepare food for them.

In the afternoon, Clark went to contact his friends at the newspaper—he swore that if anyone dared to hide the shadow killer, he would make it public.

And West is watching the script of Spider-Man at home until about three o'clock.

Then he got a call.

"Cory?" West put down the script, and then said to the other end of the phone, "Long time no see... What, you're downstairs, okay, wait, I'll clean up and open the door for you."

His friend, Corey Michael Smith, is also an actor and is currently starring in the television series Gotham, playing the character, The Riddler.

When West opened the door, he saw a tall and thin man standing at the door. The first sentence at the beginning was: "I heard something happened to your crew?"

"Has this matter been spread so far that even the DC family knows?" West asked in feigned surprise.

DC and Marvel have always been at odds, everyone knows this.

Corey rolled his eyes at him, then tossed a bag into his arms - basically anything he liked to eat.

"My condolences to you." Corey said, "I happened to be filming the fourth season of Gotham nearby, so I stopped by to watch-of course, if you say that I am not allowed to come, then I can leave immediately."

West smiled and moved away, and said, "Of course not, Riddler. After all, I won't offend a criminal with a high IQ."

Cory gave him a menacing grin—very Riddler—in other words, the noncombatant kind.

Although the Riddler's combat performance in the TV series is not bad, but West inexplicably feels that he is a scumbag.

Corey entered his house, saw the kitten on his sofa for the first time, and then froze.

He said with some doubts, "When did you start raising cats?"

West shrugged: "I picked it up, just yesterday, you were the first one I met among my acquaintances."

"So it looks like I'm honored?" Corey stretched out his hand to touch it, who knew that the kitten, who was used to being close to West, seemed to be offended, and suddenly stretched out his paw, arrogantly Cory slapped his paw.

"Hiss—" Luckily, Corey was quick, otherwise he would have been caught.

"Your cat is so fierce," Corey said.

West quickly picked up the cat and patted its butt lightly: "Bad cat."

Then he said to Corey, "It doesn't usually work that way."

It has always been close to West, and it can be considered reasonable for Xiao Krypton, but it is indifferent to Clark.

The cat lay in West's arms and dawdled coquettishly.

Corey looked embarrassed and had to laugh at himself and said, "Well, I probably don't like your animals."

"So you just came here to find dislike?" West said jokingly.

Corey shrugged: "No, actually I have something to do."

As soon as he saw his serious expression, West couldn't help but look at him again.

It was only then that he noticed that Corey's face wasn't all that good—or bad.

Generally, actors pay great attention to maintenance, at least they won't let themselves be in such a mess.

"So what happened?" West couldn't help asking.

Corey thought for a moment and told West: "What happened on your set...it happened to us not long ago."

West couldn't help showing surprise: "You mean..."

Corey nodded: "Yes, that's what you think."

"But there is no outside..." West said halfway, then changed his words, "It was suppressed."

Corey nodded.

"It's a serial killer." West took a deep breath.

"I don't know why, Wei." Corey said to him quietly, "I have a feeling that this matter is likely to be directed at us."

West turned to look at him.

I heard Corey continue to say: "Recently, I have been dreaming, probably a very strange dream. I dreamed that I was the Riddler, and then I went out on an adventure with you, twice, and that feeling is very real."

West: "..."

West: "Have you become obsessed with acting recently?"

Corey shook his head: "I don't know, that feeling is amazing, as if I was born to be like that, and you should be like that."

"Let me interrupt, Mr. Nigma." West raised his hand, as if a well-behaved and obedient child raised his hand to speak, "Even if you are really the Riddler, I will also play Spider-Man. It belongs to two companies and they are not in the same world, so... there is no copyright for this matter of cheating, neither DC nor Marvel can agree, what do you think is earth-23333?"

Corey:"……"

Corey: "In my dream, you weren't Spider-Man, you were a..."

"So you still want to deprive me of the role of Spider-Man, which I won so hard?" West said quietly.

"...you're distorting my words," Corey said.

"Listen, Corey." West interrupted him, "Let me tell you a very cruel fact first, based on your current performance, you are absolutely impossible to be a villain with high IQ like Riddler, so it's just a dream .”

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "I suggest you contact a psychiatrist. There is a high probability that an accident on the set has lowered your san value, and you are too involved in acting."