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

"Pascal hasn't come back yet." Bella said worriedly, "Let's go out and find him, I really don't want to stay in this ghostly place."

In fact, Pascal hadn't been away for a long time, but this place made her feel uneasy.

I'm the only male here, Jack thought to himself, and suddenly summoned courage: "I'll go."

He paused for a second, then repeated: "I'll go find Pascal."

This is just like the plot of a horror movie, some people are missing outside, and some people are hiding here to survive.

He almost felt that he had traveled through time, and when he walked through that door, he reached another world.

He stared nervously at the two girls, and a lot of horrific scenes flashed through his mind. For the first time, he plucked up his courage and waited for the verdict.

After about ten seconds, the two girls nodded.

Anna hesitated for a moment: "Pascal may be a bit of a jerk, but he's really not a bad guy."

Jack knew what she meant and nodded.

After walking out of the room, he said to himself, Jack, come on, it's your decision.

Trembling with fear in his heart, he didn't regard this place as a haunted house, but was fully prepared to face terrifying things at any time.

He licked his lower lip, and carefully walked in the direction Pascal left, with his heart raised high, not forgetting to focus on observing everything around him to prevent something from jumping out suddenly.

Although he felt that even if he was so scared, he would be startled if something came out.

Because he was so focused, he noticed something that he would not have noticed otherwise.

For example, there are some special instruments in some rooms here. Most of those instruments do not look like abandoned old machines. Most of them are very new, but most of them have been destroyed.

He also saw a bed that seemed to be used to restrain patients in a psychiatric hospital-but he guessed that the original purpose of this bed was definitely not to restrain mental patients.

Because there were all kinds of surgical knives around the bed, and things that looked like cut carrion in a mess.

Jack just glanced at it and didn't dare to look any further, for fear that something terrifying would appear if he took another look.

But the moment he walked by, the machine inside suddenly flickered, and then the screen made a rustling sound.

Startled, Jack ducked into the corner.

Wait, if there are really scary things in this place, then this sound will definitely attract them.

He raised his head and carefully glanced inside.

The machine was still making a rustling sound.

There seemed to be a rattling sound in his ears. Jack gritted his teeth, but his mind was very clear at this moment, and he ducked into the room.

He tried to find the machine's power source, luckily he wasn't far away.

Quickly unplug the power, but at this time there seems to be footsteps coming from outside.

Jack ducked behind the machine, feeling like he was about to stop breathing.

Then he said that he heard the door opening very lightly.

Click——

At this moment, Jack really stopped breathing. He shrank back and tried to hide inside, but his arm accidentally bumped into something behind the machine.

There was a snap, the sound of something falling to the ground.

For a moment, the whole room was eerily silent.

After a long time, when Jack almost thought that the footsteps just now were his illusion, he heard a hesitant voice: "Who is it?"

The voice was deliberately lowered, but Jack knew who it was when he heard it.

Pascal, the Pascal he was looking for.

Jack hesitated at this time instead. After thinking for a while, he was afraid that Pascal would leave, and finally he couldn't bear the uneasiness of being alone, so he walked out from behind the machine with his head down.

Seeing Jack, Pascal looked very surprised: "Why are you here?"

"I'm here for you," Jack said, suddenly feeling embarrassed, as if he'd done something wrong.

Pascal looked at him even more strangely, but before he had time to ask anything, the two of them heard the sound of long, long footsteps coming from outside the door.

What is the sound of long footsteps?That is, the sound of feet dragging on the ground can be clearly heard.

Pascal's face changed instantly, and he quickly ran to Jack, pushed him behind the machine, and hid himself in it.

The two of them didn't dare to say anything for a while, and they didn't even dare to breathe. They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the footsteps gradually faded away.

"That's... a zombie outside?" Jack asked in a low voice, he had already prepared his mind, but he didn't think it was strange, but his body couldn't stop shaking.

"Be quiet, idiot, if you still want to lure them over." Pascal said with a pale face.

Although he looked calm, his heart was already trembling with fear, he just didn't want to lose face in front of Jack.

Even if Jack knew that he was holding on, he didn't dare to say it.

Pascal walked out from behind the machine, looked outside, and greeted Jack after confirming that it was safe.

Jack was also about to go out, but he just moved and accidentally stepped on something on the ground—it seemed to have fallen from the back of the machine.

It's like a diary.

After hesitating for a moment, Jack still picked it up from the ground.

The cover was supposed to be mainly red and gold, but most of it was stained with blood.

It felt thinner than it should have been, as if it had been torn away a lot.

When I opened it, I found that it was not so much that someone tore it away, but that someone was planning to destroy the diary out of anger.

All the paper inside was crumpled, with obvious torn marks, and there were dried blood and minced meat on the edge of the paper.

"What is this?" Pascal asked as he saw what he seemed to be doing inside.

"A diary." Jack replied, involuntarily flipping through the half-destroyed diary, barely making out the handwriting that was too scribbled.

【I'm not sure what the hell this stuff is for, but well, I guess I'm never going to touch my machine again, so let's be old school, and now we're doing something old-fashioned ——Write a diary (God, I'm actually writing a diary), well, maybe it can be said to be a suicide note, after all, I'm now a fuckin' infected, shit. 】

[I locked myself up, infected for half an hour, and tried to inject a semi-finished antidote.Good news, the reason why this thing is called a semi-finished product is because it is useless at all.Yeah, it's a piece of crap, my arm is starting to rot, I guess, before long I'm going to end up in one of those things out there - if I'm going to die like that, I'd rather be done now Myself.Really, at least I can control myself now even though my mind is beginning to become unclear.I can choose to die with dignity, really, at least die with dignity. 】

[Someone prepared a gun for me, secretly put it on my right hand, so considerate, it must not be a one-eyed man, he can't wait to take me apart to read it, and then study it a little bit.But someone knows what I expect - die with dignity, I tried putting a gun on my head - I'm not afraid of death, it's just that dying like this is too meaningless, at least I should...]

The back was torn and couldn't be seen clearly, so Jack had no choice but to read on to the back.

[My brain is starting to get a little unclear, but I haven't lost consciousness completely, so I know, I attacked a researcher, with my teeth-vomit, I vomited, fortunately I didn't bite him, otherwise I would definitely Spit, fortunately, fortunately.Cyclops left me with a pile of scalpels, next to a microscope.He is not afraid that I will commit suicide, I have to say, he is really a vicious man, but... But what can I do.I dug some rotting flesh out of my arm, oh my god, it was disgusting, and when I looked at it under the microscope, the virus that was rotting my body seemed to slow down.I apologize, that semi-finished product is still somewhat useful, although my zombification is still going on, but it is starting to slow down after all.I don't think I can die yet, this thing is working, it didn't work for many people before, God, are you kidding, it's working for me. 】

[(The first half is destroyed) Ask me why I write a diary?God, do I have any other entertainment besides journaling?My mind is more unclear than before, at least I have to write something, or I must be rusty.I try to analyze my flesh, but I can't figure out how to slow down the virus.What's even more funny is that I slipped my hand today and dug a big hole when I was taking out the meat...God, I almost ate myself, and when I recovered, they had already helped me tie me up In bed (they were afraid to tell me but I could see the bite marks on my hands and I literally almost ate myself). 】

The latter part was even more damaged, and many sheets of paper were torn. When Jack found the last part, he saw a part written in blood: 【It’s useless, it’s useless, I can’t hold it anymore, no, I can’t hold it anymore ...No, I still have to hold on, I have to continue to hold on...]

This paragraph is not finished, and there is only a blank space left.

Pascal and Jack looked at each other, and after a while they answered, "This seems to be a diary of an experimenter."

"Or, the diary of the experimental product." Pascal added.

He suddenly snatched the diary from Jack, and turned forward. When he reached the paragraph written in blood, he pointed to a mark on it and said, "Do you think this looks like that cuff button?" The patterns on it?"

He pointed to a trace of blood on the edge. He remembered clearly that when entering the haunted house, the staff of the haunted house gave them a task to find the golden and red cufflinks.

The pattern on that cuff button is very special, and Pascal remembered it clearly.

It wasn't until this time that he remembered what their mission was.

"Boom, boom, boom-"

A bell rang in the haunted house, and then a young voice echoed above the entire haunted house: "The tour time of the haunted house is over, and the players failed to find the specified items. Please follow the staff's instructions and leave the scene in an orderly manner."

Then they heard a polite knock and the door opened.

The zombie who had chased Pascal all the way stood outside and politely said to them: "The tour time is over, and visitors can leave the venue."