[Comprehensive British and American] I open a haunted house in the superhero world
Chapter 145 He is as warm as the sun and too...
Son of the Sun.
West raised his head and looked at Clark through the mask.
There was only a little defense in Clark's eyes, and more shame.
He was sorry, and felt sorry for Xiao Krypton's attitude.
After returning home from the pet hospital with that Mr. Brian, Clark was restless.
He felt that he should write something, but in fact what he wrote in that situation was a mess of gibberish characters.
He fidgeted, always felt that something was missing, and walked out without knowing it.
Looking for it along the street a little bit, Clark never knew what it meant to give up.
He persisted, persisted like Superman.
He will never give up until he achieves his goal.
His willpower also successfully allowed him to find the person in his goal.
The masked man sat on a bench with his head bowed like a homeless man.
His instinct told him not to approach, but his heart tempted him like a cat's paw.
Go a little, just a little, look at this man, he looks...
so lonely.
Just as lonely as Superman.
So he walked over, thinking that he would not know how to break the awkward situation between them.
But the moment he walked over, some words came out naturally.
"I'm sorry, I've been looking for you for a long time." He continued.
Then he found the man looking up at him through the mask.
He noticed the eyes - and he was relieved and smiled.
These were the eyes he wanted to see.
The eyes were not so warm, they were cold, but there was something familiar to Clark hidden under them.
He's not sure if he's ever met this guy, but he can tell... he likes this guy.
My heart was pounding, and I always felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.
This feeling even diluted his instinctive dislike for this person.
How does he look so lonely.
Why does he look so confused.
I want to do something for him, Clark thought, and he moved closer.
"Why did you look for me?" West narrowed his eyes a little, avoiding Clark's sight.
Superman is just like the sun, not so dazzling, but also very warm.
His whole body was covered with some kind of invisible light, which no one else knew, only West saw it.
"I mean..." Clark looked at West dumbfounded before he finished speaking.
He watched West raise his head, his eyes filled with tears, but he still looked at Clark persistently as if he didn't notice it.
Holding the tears along the inside of his mask, the outside of the mask stayed.
It made him extremely embarrassed.
Clark was at a loss, all his disgust was gone now, only panic and pity remained.
"Don't cry, don't cry..." He said indiscriminately, not knowing what to do.
What should he do now?Go up and wipe his tears?
But the two have just met, won't it seem frivolous to wipe away tears?
Clark's heart was pounding. He stood there with his head down, hesitant to speak, but still at a loss.
"I didn't cry!" West raised his head and said arrogantly.
He didn't cry, why did he cry?
He had been so peaceful for so long that he was ready to accept his fate.
He has already accepted his destiny as a tool man in the world, he is just not reconciled.
Then Clark just ran out.
Clark followed his words and said, okay, okay, you didn't cry or something like that.
Then he looked at West's mask, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that it was inconsistent.
So he said tentatively, "Are you going to take off the mask?"
He didn't think the man was a good match for the mask or something.
This man should take off the mask and let everyone look at him.
The choking sound paused, and West said in a hoarse voice: "It's ugly."
"It's okay, I've seen everything." Clark said tentatively, "Can I?"
West didn't answer, but Superman was so blessed at this moment, he walked up to West and got ready.
Then he reached out and lifted the mask—
"It's beautiful." Clark murmured.
In that instant, everything around him shattered like glass.
He was back in the ward in Silent Hill.
The masked man stood not far from him, keeping a strange silence.
Some kind of complicated emotion spread between the two of them. Half a day later, West said: "They haven't recognized me yet."
"It doesn't make sense anymore," the masked man murmured, "It doesn't make sense anymore."
He took a step back and looked at West in pain: "It doesn't make sense anymore."
He didn't care about winning or losing, he just wanted to torture West.
He just wanted West to suffer what he had endured all these years.
Then admit that they are the only ones for each other.
There can't be anything in this world as closely connected and unique as they are.
However, the appearance of the Kryptonian changed everything.
He obviously felt the disgust of death, but he finally got rid of that feeling.
He couldn't figure out why... why Superman would still react like that in that situation.
So it doesn't make sense to him.
"We are indeed the closest existence to each other." West said suddenly. After experiencing what happened to Clark, he suddenly figured out a lot of things, "This is impossible to change no matter what."
he said seriously.
He looked at the person opposite, no matter whether his eyes were cold or warm, some essence didn't... and wouldn't change.
He is Westerbryan, he is not a tool man of the world.
"You're right about one thing, Wei." The masked man suddenly said to West, "Superheroes are the new gods of the era."
West didn't know why he said this suddenly, but he seemed to have no intention of explaining, but said, "You won, again, so you should devour me."
"I didn't think..."
"You should swallow me, West." He interrupted West, "This is not fate, but my original expectation. After swallowing, whether it is you or me, it will become a complete whole, and It’s not like letting each other exist independently. Ms. Death is wrong, she should just swallow her other half when something goes wrong, and then they can be restored to a complete individual.”
"But if I devour you..." West said slowly, "you will disappear."
Westerbrian has been persistently striving for an identity and a meaning of existence for himself.
So he never gave up his independent personality.
This is also the reason why he has been unwilling to devour the other party - in his opinion, an independent self is so important, and another person after being swallowed will only become a force.
The man in the mask shook his head: "I've never misjudged you, you look the best, but of the two of us, I'm the obedient one."
"But..." he said after a pause, "this is my hope."
As he spoke, he stepped forward and grabbed West's hand: "I have never been taught by Lady Death, but I have seen her, I have been hiding in your shadow, she is very good...she gave you Chance to stand alone."
"I have no idea……"
"I envy you West." He said, "I also love you very much. From the first day I knew our fate, I was ready to be swallowed by you, because we are one person."
As he spoke, his body gradually faded away.
"I know you already understand." He said, "Actually, whether it's fate or death, they never forced us... It's just that all of this should be like this. We were originally a pair of eyes that were forcibly separated... ..."
Before he disappeared completely, West's left eye lit up first, and then his right eye shone brightly as if awakened.
West bent down, and at this moment, all the memories entered his head.
The entire Silent Hill is under the panoramic view.
West saw many things, he saw Aretha, he saw Chris Bella, he saw the cult soldiers, he saw all the monsters in Silent Hill...
He saw Aretha looking in his direction fearfully, saw Chris Bella praying on the ground kneeling in fear, saw the cult soldiers lying on the ground without daring to raise their heads, and saw all the monsters in Silent Hill shouting loudly. Calling out in a language only monsters understand——death.
The land of death at this moment is crazy, and the law they were waiting for finally stepped onto the stage of the world.
West felt calm.
He began to feel a strange and crazy beating in his heart, and then it fell still.
The beating of the heart stopped at this moment, but he was still alive.
He closed his eyes, and his thoughts spread out—
He saw the world, saw every life, saw life and death, and saw the boundless.
And the last barrier between him and the world is just——
Namon Losheimlich.
Clark blinked and saw West appear in front of him.
"What happened, I had a dream..." Before he finished speaking, he saw West rushing towards him and hugging him.
Clark was stunned for a long time, his hands hanging in the air and he didn't know where to put them.
It took a long time before I thought about supporting West's waist: "Hey, boy, what happened?"
He imitated Tony's usual tone of comforting West and said pretending to be relaxed.
Who knew that West buried his head between his necks, and said vaguely: "Don't call me a boy, you can't do it."
Clark: "..."
Clark: "?"
What kind of discrimination is this?Why is there no problem when Tony barks? !
But he didn't ask, because West grabbed his neck tightly and didn't give him a chance to speak at all.
So Clark also quieted down and let him hold him quietly.
He sensed something in West—he needed someone.
"West?" After a long time, West finally let go, and Clark was able to ask that question.
He looked at West intently, and asked softly, "What happened?"
So West told Clark everything that happened, and Clark was speechless after hearing it: "So that person is your brother?"
West shook his head: "Not exactly, he is me, but we are separated."
"The eyes of Horus." Clark nodded, "I've heard the story that the left eye is the moon and the right eye is the sun, which symbolizes the opposition between death and life, so you are..."
"The eyes," West said, "are the eyes of death and the eyes of the world."
Clark couldn't help stretching out his hand and hugging West.
And West was also very cooperative, he also reached out and hugged Clark.
After half a day, Clark let go: "I feel that you are very sad."
West nodded, then shook his head again: "Clark, I have refused to admit this for a long time. I tried not to think about my identity. This identity is not a good thing. I mean—become some kind of law, and I will Facing the possibility of losing myself. I don't want to, but..."
"But then you found out you had to," Clarke continued.
West nodded and smiled wryly: "My body is the eyes, so I was born to face this matter, which cannot be avoided. I have hated Ms. Death, hated the Endless Family, and even hated the world, but then I found out ..."
He paused, and took a while to think about how to express it before saying: "...Actually, they gave me a chance, they gave me a chance to make me a person, and I have no right to be ashamed of what I should have faced. Hate them."
"you are very brave."
West shook his head: "I'm not brave, I'm afraid, I'm afraid of this identity, this responsibility...I'm afraid of this unique responsibility, I can't bear it. I don't want to be the only one, sometimes I don't want to swallow me The other half, because I am afraid that after I devour him, I will become the only one who died in this world... Ms. Death and the endless family are with her, but I have nothing, Clark."
Clark was silent for a while and said: "You are not alone, do you remember what you said to me? Everyone in this world is a unique individual, because uniqueness is a characteristic of everyone, so we are not so unique. "
That may have to push the time until Clark just died, and West took him to fulfill his wish-to apologize to a child who accidentally broke his hand when he hadn't learned to control his power when he was a child.
At that time, he confided to West and told him that he was different from everyone in this world, and it would be nice if he could be an ordinary person.
Then West told him - you are not unique.
Superman is unique in the eyes of the whole world, and he has powers that do not exist in this world.
The unique Kryptonian, the unique god on earth.
But West told him he wasn't unique.
He told Clark irrationally, because it is unique, not your own characteristics.
So, it's time for Clark to give that line back - you're not unique.
Everyone saw Superman's perfect appearance and powerful strength, but couldn't see the ordinary Clark Kent under the identity of Superman.
Clark also wants to be normal, just as West wants to be normal.
But they have taken on different responsibilities.
Clark took a deep breath. How long have they known each other?How many months?
For a short period of time, Clark always felt that West understood him.
Thinking about it now, maybe it is precisely because West has the same hope as him that he finds the owner of the haunted house to have a different kind of attraction.
He understands the loneliness in him.
"Actually, I've been looking at you all the time." Clark said shyly, "I've been looking at you when you didn't notice."
Clarke said intently, Superman can always do it, looking at people intently and affectionately with his blue eyes, as if—
There is a world in his eyes, and that world contains the world and West.
"I'm very happy because of you." West raised his head, "When I thought no one in the whole world would know me, you came."
Clark's eyes widened, and he stammered, "Everyone, I mean a lot of people like you..."
"But that's not because of me, but because of the instinct of life, the yearning for fresh vitality of life instinct, and their instinctive approach to the law of life. So I never thought that you would come to me, Clark." West Continued, "Just to me, to Westerbryan, not life or death."
He looked up, staring at Clark.
Clark chose him twice, the first time, he thought it was because of life's attraction to the Son of the Sun.
His right eye originally symbolized the sun.
But the second time Clark chose him.
That time the eyes were the moon, as cold as winter.
West couldn't help but asked, "Why did you...I mean, I looked completely different at that time than now, why did you recognize me?"
Maybe Clark didn't recognize him then, but West still wondered why he reacted that way.
Clark scratched his head: "No, not too much difference."
West was silent for a while and said, "Not too much difference?"
Clark scratched his head: "Because you...you looked negative."
West slowly opened his eyes, and then heard Clark continue: "It's like another you have a positive side...in fact, you are more negative."
Clark paused: "You are very similar to each other, but completely different."
"Especially those eyes," Clark emphasized, "really different."
"I thought my eyes were cold," West said.
Clark nodded: "It is indeed cold, but the eyes are not. I think... death also has a gentle side."
He showed a gentle smile: "Whether it is life or death, each has its own gentle side."
"...Clark, do you know what I want to do now?"
Clark blinked, but said nothing.
"I really want to kiss you right now." West said, standing on tiptoe, "You gave me a retreat and told me that no matter what the situation, you will remember me."
As he spoke, he held Clark's face in his hands, and said softly, "That's good."
After speaking, he kissed Clark's lips, reluctant to part for a long time.
He felt the heart that had stopped beating start to move, revealing his presence in his chest.
He felt that there was honey on the man's lips, and it tasted sweet.
When he reluctantly left Clark's lips, he couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking it against his lips, instinctively wanting to relive the taste.
Clark, who was looking at him, blushed a circle—West didn't know that he now had both the attraction of life and the mystery of death.
These two temperaments blend together very well, making him look... more sexy.
"It's time for us to solve the trouble here." West continued to say to Clark.
Next, the first thing he saw was Aretha.
The little girl in Silent Hill looked at him in fear, and instinctively backed away.
She smelled the master of Silent Hill from West - all these years, his brother hid here and indeed controlled the entire Silent Hill.
At this time, the triangular head who had hunted down West suddenly appeared, stood behind the little girl, and remained silent.
West already knew that the triangular head was indeed not the girl's creation, but Silent Hill's.
"First, I'm not a god, let me tell you first." West said, "Second, he wants you to compete with Chris Bella, you can stop it."
"Why?" Aretha couldn't help asking, a black air suddenly rose from her body, and she ran around angrily.
The power of darkness unfolded in her.
"Because Chris Bella is dead." West said indifferently, "He never told you, because in his opinion it was just a game, but girl, you were deceived, the church is impenetrable, and the people inside They all died the day of the Silent Hill fire, and they're just a bunch of walking dead now."
West once guessed that all the people in Silent Hill were dead, but some behaviors of the people inside made him not so sure.
It was only now that he could tell the girl with certainty that the people in Silent Hill had died a long time ago, and there was no one alive. They were just souls trapped here, playing an endless game with the lonely death.
If it were not like this, there would be almost no external supplies and no personnel to supplement this closed town for 30 years.
30 years, consumption alone can consume them all, so what churches and living people are there?
They're just a kill-and-be-killed game that's played every day for the fun of the lonely guy inside.
Aretha's eyes became confused, and it took a long time for her to lighten up.
She looked at West, full of doubts and incomprehension.
So West went on to say: "You should have feelings, you just don't want to admit it."
As he spoke, he grabbed her arm and brought Clark directly into the church.
Everyone in the church had already felt the aura of "God", and they dared not move while lying on the ground.
Only Chris Bella looked at West frantically. When she found out that it was the outsider, her eyes changed for a moment, and then became even more frantic.
"First of all, I have to explain again." West emphasized this question again, "I am not a god."
"Second, you are dead, Chris Bella, you covet the power you don't deserve, and you are exiled."
"What?" Before Chris Bella finished speaking, he disappeared in place.
When he took over another person's memory, he realized why his brother came here.
Silent Hill has always been rumored to have an evil god, but in fact his evil god is just an intention, a way for a cult to deceive believers.
But when Chris Bella was the new leader of the cult, she developed a desire for the power of God, and then used Aretha to summon his brother, making Silent Hill what it is now.
His brother would let them do this because of the game, but West didn't, so he just sent Chris Bella back to the land of the dead to accept permanent captivity.
Facing Chris Bella's sudden disappearance, other people in the church trembled.
Most of these people were indirectly or directly involved in Aretha's death.
Those involved may just be out of stupidity, but it's just as abhorrent.
So West also sent them back to the land of the dead.
After almost the entire church was empty, West finally found Aretha.
"They've gotten what they deserve," West said, "so it's up to you to make a choice, Aretha."
As he spoke, he looked up and looked at the mother and daughter Rose who were at a loss the whole time: "You have been controlled by him, and I will compensate you for this mistake, so you can choose to let it go now, and I will make you a newborn baby , restart your life. Of course, you can also choose to become one with that girl, forget the memory of Aretha, and enjoy the joy of Sharon."
Aretha raised her head suddenly.
West continued: "No matter what you choose, I promise you that I will help you when you need it."
"If I merge with her...then there will be no Alessa." Alessa said slowly.
"Girl, Sharon's life has always been your subconscious hope." West said, "You will be happy."
"I choose not." Aretha looked at Sharon, the girl who looked the same as her, trembling in her mother's arms.
They are both like the same person and not like the same person.
Aretha has too much resentment, and Sharon has received too much love.
They don't even look like twins, just each other's backsides.
"I choose no, I don't want to be a newborn, and I don't want to be integrated with her." Aretha said, "Whether it's a good memory or a bad one, I want to stay. You can't suffer that The compensation that Aretha wants is enough for me to solve the church. Next... If you can, let me be by your side, just like that person asked me to be by his side. Don't hate him."
This is a false proposition. For Aretha, the one who has suffered is the one who needs compensation.
However, West can't go back to the past, and can't give Aretha the life she wants.
And Aretha, who has restarted her life, is still the girl who needs to make up in the past?
Those painful and beautiful memories made Aretha what she is now, and she doesn't want to abandon it.
West understood what she meant, so he nodded in agreement after a moment of silence.
"Then you can go with me, as for you..." West turned his head and looked at Mother Rose and her daughter.
Rose looked at him in awe. Not long after West appeared, she realized that this person was different from before.
"You guys go away." He said by the way, "She won't be obsessed with Sharon anymore."
As he spoke, he walked up to Sharon, knelt down, and stretched out his hand to stroke the girl's face: "Live your life well, girl, and be happy."
As he spoke, he leaned forward a little, his lips touching her forehead.
After everything was over, West went to get everyone else back.
The Abel brothers were a little surprised when they saw West. They were far more able to feel the changes in West than Clark, so they were more aware of what happened to him at this moment.
They feel awe, which comes from life's awe of the most primitive laws.
West stretched out a finger and tapped it on his lips, making a silent gesture.
Abel and Cain immediately realized what happened, so they obediently shut their mouths.
They left Silent Hill not long after. Before leaving, West looked back at Silent Hill and said, "From now on, this place will never exist again."
As he spoke, he glanced down at Aretha next to him: "Would you like to say goodbye?"
The girl ignored him and turned around indifferently.
For her, there wasn't much to remember about Silent Hill.
And West smiled, and drove away directly.
Silent Hill won't exist anymore, but there will be a new Silent Hill in his haunted house.
When they arrived at the airport, West also bought new clothes for Teresa. In order to make the little girl better integrate into the environment of the haunted house, they dressed him like an ordinary little girl.
When the shopping guides in the store saw West, they all laughed and said that West was like a single father who took his children out, and told him a lot of precautions for single fathers, trying to hook him up.
West accepted them all with a smile, and Clark next to him laughed straight at him, especially at the title of his single father.
He watched West smile warmly and ambiguously, but West glanced at him, suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked his upper lip, teasing Clark casually.
Clark blushed and ducked away.
The little girl didn't like the clothes she bought, but she put them on obediently. After West dressed her up a little, she looked like an ordinary little girl.
At night, they finally managed to return to the haunted house.
There was a strange seriousness in the haunted house. West originally thought it was because Tony and the others had such a dream, but after entering the haunted house, they realized that it was not because of any dream, but because Stephen Strange was here.
Stephen was originally sitting in the middle, but the moment West pushed the door open, he stood up and looked at West with scrutiny and surprise.
"You..." Stephen looked at him in surprise.
There is a certain connection between the Supreme Mage and the world, so he felt a certain change in Wester's body—but at the same time, he also realized that the changes in Wester's body were not something ordinary people could spy on.
West didn't ask him directly, because he smelled something from Stephen——
Namon Losheimlich.
"What happened, Stephen?" West lowered his face, "Did that person come to you?"
Stephen came back to his senses, he looked at West and then at other people. He was not as familiar with West as others, and his impression of him was that he was the owner of the haunted house and a very attractive person.
And at this moment...
West has a smell similar to the Heimlich he just met.
Without Stephen opening his mouth, West had already read what he meant from his expression.
Narmonos is back, back from the resurrection town that trapped him.
West raised his head and looked at Clark through the mask.
There was only a little defense in Clark's eyes, and more shame.
He was sorry, and felt sorry for Xiao Krypton's attitude.
After returning home from the pet hospital with that Mr. Brian, Clark was restless.
He felt that he should write something, but in fact what he wrote in that situation was a mess of gibberish characters.
He fidgeted, always felt that something was missing, and walked out without knowing it.
Looking for it along the street a little bit, Clark never knew what it meant to give up.
He persisted, persisted like Superman.
He will never give up until he achieves his goal.
His willpower also successfully allowed him to find the person in his goal.
The masked man sat on a bench with his head bowed like a homeless man.
His instinct told him not to approach, but his heart tempted him like a cat's paw.
Go a little, just a little, look at this man, he looks...
so lonely.
Just as lonely as Superman.
So he walked over, thinking that he would not know how to break the awkward situation between them.
But the moment he walked over, some words came out naturally.
"I'm sorry, I've been looking for you for a long time." He continued.
Then he found the man looking up at him through the mask.
He noticed the eyes - and he was relieved and smiled.
These were the eyes he wanted to see.
The eyes were not so warm, they were cold, but there was something familiar to Clark hidden under them.
He's not sure if he's ever met this guy, but he can tell... he likes this guy.
My heart was pounding, and I always felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.
This feeling even diluted his instinctive dislike for this person.
How does he look so lonely.
Why does he look so confused.
I want to do something for him, Clark thought, and he moved closer.
"Why did you look for me?" West narrowed his eyes a little, avoiding Clark's sight.
Superman is just like the sun, not so dazzling, but also very warm.
His whole body was covered with some kind of invisible light, which no one else knew, only West saw it.
"I mean..." Clark looked at West dumbfounded before he finished speaking.
He watched West raise his head, his eyes filled with tears, but he still looked at Clark persistently as if he didn't notice it.
Holding the tears along the inside of his mask, the outside of the mask stayed.
It made him extremely embarrassed.
Clark was at a loss, all his disgust was gone now, only panic and pity remained.
"Don't cry, don't cry..." He said indiscriminately, not knowing what to do.
What should he do now?Go up and wipe his tears?
But the two have just met, won't it seem frivolous to wipe away tears?
Clark's heart was pounding. He stood there with his head down, hesitant to speak, but still at a loss.
"I didn't cry!" West raised his head and said arrogantly.
He didn't cry, why did he cry?
He had been so peaceful for so long that he was ready to accept his fate.
He has already accepted his destiny as a tool man in the world, he is just not reconciled.
Then Clark just ran out.
Clark followed his words and said, okay, okay, you didn't cry or something like that.
Then he looked at West's mask, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that it was inconsistent.
So he said tentatively, "Are you going to take off the mask?"
He didn't think the man was a good match for the mask or something.
This man should take off the mask and let everyone look at him.
The choking sound paused, and West said in a hoarse voice: "It's ugly."
"It's okay, I've seen everything." Clark said tentatively, "Can I?"
West didn't answer, but Superman was so blessed at this moment, he walked up to West and got ready.
Then he reached out and lifted the mask—
"It's beautiful." Clark murmured.
In that instant, everything around him shattered like glass.
He was back in the ward in Silent Hill.
The masked man stood not far from him, keeping a strange silence.
Some kind of complicated emotion spread between the two of them. Half a day later, West said: "They haven't recognized me yet."
"It doesn't make sense anymore," the masked man murmured, "It doesn't make sense anymore."
He took a step back and looked at West in pain: "It doesn't make sense anymore."
He didn't care about winning or losing, he just wanted to torture West.
He just wanted West to suffer what he had endured all these years.
Then admit that they are the only ones for each other.
There can't be anything in this world as closely connected and unique as they are.
However, the appearance of the Kryptonian changed everything.
He obviously felt the disgust of death, but he finally got rid of that feeling.
He couldn't figure out why... why Superman would still react like that in that situation.
So it doesn't make sense to him.
"We are indeed the closest existence to each other." West said suddenly. After experiencing what happened to Clark, he suddenly figured out a lot of things, "This is impossible to change no matter what."
he said seriously.
He looked at the person opposite, no matter whether his eyes were cold or warm, some essence didn't... and wouldn't change.
He is Westerbryan, he is not a tool man of the world.
"You're right about one thing, Wei." The masked man suddenly said to West, "Superheroes are the new gods of the era."
West didn't know why he said this suddenly, but he seemed to have no intention of explaining, but said, "You won, again, so you should devour me."
"I didn't think..."
"You should swallow me, West." He interrupted West, "This is not fate, but my original expectation. After swallowing, whether it is you or me, it will become a complete whole, and It’s not like letting each other exist independently. Ms. Death is wrong, she should just swallow her other half when something goes wrong, and then they can be restored to a complete individual.”
"But if I devour you..." West said slowly, "you will disappear."
Westerbrian has been persistently striving for an identity and a meaning of existence for himself.
So he never gave up his independent personality.
This is also the reason why he has been unwilling to devour the other party - in his opinion, an independent self is so important, and another person after being swallowed will only become a force.
The man in the mask shook his head: "I've never misjudged you, you look the best, but of the two of us, I'm the obedient one."
"But..." he said after a pause, "this is my hope."
As he spoke, he stepped forward and grabbed West's hand: "I have never been taught by Lady Death, but I have seen her, I have been hiding in your shadow, she is very good...she gave you Chance to stand alone."
"I have no idea……"
"I envy you West." He said, "I also love you very much. From the first day I knew our fate, I was ready to be swallowed by you, because we are one person."
As he spoke, his body gradually faded away.
"I know you already understand." He said, "Actually, whether it's fate or death, they never forced us... It's just that all of this should be like this. We were originally a pair of eyes that were forcibly separated... ..."
Before he disappeared completely, West's left eye lit up first, and then his right eye shone brightly as if awakened.
West bent down, and at this moment, all the memories entered his head.
The entire Silent Hill is under the panoramic view.
West saw many things, he saw Aretha, he saw Chris Bella, he saw the cult soldiers, he saw all the monsters in Silent Hill...
He saw Aretha looking in his direction fearfully, saw Chris Bella praying on the ground kneeling in fear, saw the cult soldiers lying on the ground without daring to raise their heads, and saw all the monsters in Silent Hill shouting loudly. Calling out in a language only monsters understand——death.
The land of death at this moment is crazy, and the law they were waiting for finally stepped onto the stage of the world.
West felt calm.
He began to feel a strange and crazy beating in his heart, and then it fell still.
The beating of the heart stopped at this moment, but he was still alive.
He closed his eyes, and his thoughts spread out—
He saw the world, saw every life, saw life and death, and saw the boundless.
And the last barrier between him and the world is just——
Namon Losheimlich.
Clark blinked and saw West appear in front of him.
"What happened, I had a dream..." Before he finished speaking, he saw West rushing towards him and hugging him.
Clark was stunned for a long time, his hands hanging in the air and he didn't know where to put them.
It took a long time before I thought about supporting West's waist: "Hey, boy, what happened?"
He imitated Tony's usual tone of comforting West and said pretending to be relaxed.
Who knew that West buried his head between his necks, and said vaguely: "Don't call me a boy, you can't do it."
Clark: "..."
Clark: "?"
What kind of discrimination is this?Why is there no problem when Tony barks? !
But he didn't ask, because West grabbed his neck tightly and didn't give him a chance to speak at all.
So Clark also quieted down and let him hold him quietly.
He sensed something in West—he needed someone.
"West?" After a long time, West finally let go, and Clark was able to ask that question.
He looked at West intently, and asked softly, "What happened?"
So West told Clark everything that happened, and Clark was speechless after hearing it: "So that person is your brother?"
West shook his head: "Not exactly, he is me, but we are separated."
"The eyes of Horus." Clark nodded, "I've heard the story that the left eye is the moon and the right eye is the sun, which symbolizes the opposition between death and life, so you are..."
"The eyes," West said, "are the eyes of death and the eyes of the world."
Clark couldn't help stretching out his hand and hugging West.
And West was also very cooperative, he also reached out and hugged Clark.
After half a day, Clark let go: "I feel that you are very sad."
West nodded, then shook his head again: "Clark, I have refused to admit this for a long time. I tried not to think about my identity. This identity is not a good thing. I mean—become some kind of law, and I will Facing the possibility of losing myself. I don't want to, but..."
"But then you found out you had to," Clarke continued.
West nodded and smiled wryly: "My body is the eyes, so I was born to face this matter, which cannot be avoided. I have hated Ms. Death, hated the Endless Family, and even hated the world, but then I found out ..."
He paused, and took a while to think about how to express it before saying: "...Actually, they gave me a chance, they gave me a chance to make me a person, and I have no right to be ashamed of what I should have faced. Hate them."
"you are very brave."
West shook his head: "I'm not brave, I'm afraid, I'm afraid of this identity, this responsibility...I'm afraid of this unique responsibility, I can't bear it. I don't want to be the only one, sometimes I don't want to swallow me The other half, because I am afraid that after I devour him, I will become the only one who died in this world... Ms. Death and the endless family are with her, but I have nothing, Clark."
Clark was silent for a while and said: "You are not alone, do you remember what you said to me? Everyone in this world is a unique individual, because uniqueness is a characteristic of everyone, so we are not so unique. "
That may have to push the time until Clark just died, and West took him to fulfill his wish-to apologize to a child who accidentally broke his hand when he hadn't learned to control his power when he was a child.
At that time, he confided to West and told him that he was different from everyone in this world, and it would be nice if he could be an ordinary person.
Then West told him - you are not unique.
Superman is unique in the eyes of the whole world, and he has powers that do not exist in this world.
The unique Kryptonian, the unique god on earth.
But West told him he wasn't unique.
He told Clark irrationally, because it is unique, not your own characteristics.
So, it's time for Clark to give that line back - you're not unique.
Everyone saw Superman's perfect appearance and powerful strength, but couldn't see the ordinary Clark Kent under the identity of Superman.
Clark also wants to be normal, just as West wants to be normal.
But they have taken on different responsibilities.
Clark took a deep breath. How long have they known each other?How many months?
For a short period of time, Clark always felt that West understood him.
Thinking about it now, maybe it is precisely because West has the same hope as him that he finds the owner of the haunted house to have a different kind of attraction.
He understands the loneliness in him.
"Actually, I've been looking at you all the time." Clark said shyly, "I've been looking at you when you didn't notice."
Clarke said intently, Superman can always do it, looking at people intently and affectionately with his blue eyes, as if—
There is a world in his eyes, and that world contains the world and West.
"I'm very happy because of you." West raised his head, "When I thought no one in the whole world would know me, you came."
Clark's eyes widened, and he stammered, "Everyone, I mean a lot of people like you..."
"But that's not because of me, but because of the instinct of life, the yearning for fresh vitality of life instinct, and their instinctive approach to the law of life. So I never thought that you would come to me, Clark." West Continued, "Just to me, to Westerbryan, not life or death."
He looked up, staring at Clark.
Clark chose him twice, the first time, he thought it was because of life's attraction to the Son of the Sun.
His right eye originally symbolized the sun.
But the second time Clark chose him.
That time the eyes were the moon, as cold as winter.
West couldn't help but asked, "Why did you...I mean, I looked completely different at that time than now, why did you recognize me?"
Maybe Clark didn't recognize him then, but West still wondered why he reacted that way.
Clark scratched his head: "No, not too much difference."
West was silent for a while and said, "Not too much difference?"
Clark scratched his head: "Because you...you looked negative."
West slowly opened his eyes, and then heard Clark continue: "It's like another you have a positive side...in fact, you are more negative."
Clark paused: "You are very similar to each other, but completely different."
"Especially those eyes," Clark emphasized, "really different."
"I thought my eyes were cold," West said.
Clark nodded: "It is indeed cold, but the eyes are not. I think... death also has a gentle side."
He showed a gentle smile: "Whether it is life or death, each has its own gentle side."
"...Clark, do you know what I want to do now?"
Clark blinked, but said nothing.
"I really want to kiss you right now." West said, standing on tiptoe, "You gave me a retreat and told me that no matter what the situation, you will remember me."
As he spoke, he held Clark's face in his hands, and said softly, "That's good."
After speaking, he kissed Clark's lips, reluctant to part for a long time.
He felt the heart that had stopped beating start to move, revealing his presence in his chest.
He felt that there was honey on the man's lips, and it tasted sweet.
When he reluctantly left Clark's lips, he couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking it against his lips, instinctively wanting to relive the taste.
Clark, who was looking at him, blushed a circle—West didn't know that he now had both the attraction of life and the mystery of death.
These two temperaments blend together very well, making him look... more sexy.
"It's time for us to solve the trouble here." West continued to say to Clark.
Next, the first thing he saw was Aretha.
The little girl in Silent Hill looked at him in fear, and instinctively backed away.
She smelled the master of Silent Hill from West - all these years, his brother hid here and indeed controlled the entire Silent Hill.
At this time, the triangular head who had hunted down West suddenly appeared, stood behind the little girl, and remained silent.
West already knew that the triangular head was indeed not the girl's creation, but Silent Hill's.
"First, I'm not a god, let me tell you first." West said, "Second, he wants you to compete with Chris Bella, you can stop it."
"Why?" Aretha couldn't help asking, a black air suddenly rose from her body, and she ran around angrily.
The power of darkness unfolded in her.
"Because Chris Bella is dead." West said indifferently, "He never told you, because in his opinion it was just a game, but girl, you were deceived, the church is impenetrable, and the people inside They all died the day of the Silent Hill fire, and they're just a bunch of walking dead now."
West once guessed that all the people in Silent Hill were dead, but some behaviors of the people inside made him not so sure.
It was only now that he could tell the girl with certainty that the people in Silent Hill had died a long time ago, and there was no one alive. They were just souls trapped here, playing an endless game with the lonely death.
If it were not like this, there would be almost no external supplies and no personnel to supplement this closed town for 30 years.
30 years, consumption alone can consume them all, so what churches and living people are there?
They're just a kill-and-be-killed game that's played every day for the fun of the lonely guy inside.
Aretha's eyes became confused, and it took a long time for her to lighten up.
She looked at West, full of doubts and incomprehension.
So West went on to say: "You should have feelings, you just don't want to admit it."
As he spoke, he grabbed her arm and brought Clark directly into the church.
Everyone in the church had already felt the aura of "God", and they dared not move while lying on the ground.
Only Chris Bella looked at West frantically. When she found out that it was the outsider, her eyes changed for a moment, and then became even more frantic.
"First of all, I have to explain again." West emphasized this question again, "I am not a god."
"Second, you are dead, Chris Bella, you covet the power you don't deserve, and you are exiled."
"What?" Before Chris Bella finished speaking, he disappeared in place.
When he took over another person's memory, he realized why his brother came here.
Silent Hill has always been rumored to have an evil god, but in fact his evil god is just an intention, a way for a cult to deceive believers.
But when Chris Bella was the new leader of the cult, she developed a desire for the power of God, and then used Aretha to summon his brother, making Silent Hill what it is now.
His brother would let them do this because of the game, but West didn't, so he just sent Chris Bella back to the land of the dead to accept permanent captivity.
Facing Chris Bella's sudden disappearance, other people in the church trembled.
Most of these people were indirectly or directly involved in Aretha's death.
Those involved may just be out of stupidity, but it's just as abhorrent.
So West also sent them back to the land of the dead.
After almost the entire church was empty, West finally found Aretha.
"They've gotten what they deserve," West said, "so it's up to you to make a choice, Aretha."
As he spoke, he looked up and looked at the mother and daughter Rose who were at a loss the whole time: "You have been controlled by him, and I will compensate you for this mistake, so you can choose to let it go now, and I will make you a newborn baby , restart your life. Of course, you can also choose to become one with that girl, forget the memory of Aretha, and enjoy the joy of Sharon."
Aretha raised her head suddenly.
West continued: "No matter what you choose, I promise you that I will help you when you need it."
"If I merge with her...then there will be no Alessa." Alessa said slowly.
"Girl, Sharon's life has always been your subconscious hope." West said, "You will be happy."
"I choose not." Aretha looked at Sharon, the girl who looked the same as her, trembling in her mother's arms.
They are both like the same person and not like the same person.
Aretha has too much resentment, and Sharon has received too much love.
They don't even look like twins, just each other's backsides.
"I choose no, I don't want to be a newborn, and I don't want to be integrated with her." Aretha said, "Whether it's a good memory or a bad one, I want to stay. You can't suffer that The compensation that Aretha wants is enough for me to solve the church. Next... If you can, let me be by your side, just like that person asked me to be by his side. Don't hate him."
This is a false proposition. For Aretha, the one who has suffered is the one who needs compensation.
However, West can't go back to the past, and can't give Aretha the life she wants.
And Aretha, who has restarted her life, is still the girl who needs to make up in the past?
Those painful and beautiful memories made Aretha what she is now, and she doesn't want to abandon it.
West understood what she meant, so he nodded in agreement after a moment of silence.
"Then you can go with me, as for you..." West turned his head and looked at Mother Rose and her daughter.
Rose looked at him in awe. Not long after West appeared, she realized that this person was different from before.
"You guys go away." He said by the way, "She won't be obsessed with Sharon anymore."
As he spoke, he walked up to Sharon, knelt down, and stretched out his hand to stroke the girl's face: "Live your life well, girl, and be happy."
As he spoke, he leaned forward a little, his lips touching her forehead.
After everything was over, West went to get everyone else back.
The Abel brothers were a little surprised when they saw West. They were far more able to feel the changes in West than Clark, so they were more aware of what happened to him at this moment.
They feel awe, which comes from life's awe of the most primitive laws.
West stretched out a finger and tapped it on his lips, making a silent gesture.
Abel and Cain immediately realized what happened, so they obediently shut their mouths.
They left Silent Hill not long after. Before leaving, West looked back at Silent Hill and said, "From now on, this place will never exist again."
As he spoke, he glanced down at Aretha next to him: "Would you like to say goodbye?"
The girl ignored him and turned around indifferently.
For her, there wasn't much to remember about Silent Hill.
And West smiled, and drove away directly.
Silent Hill won't exist anymore, but there will be a new Silent Hill in his haunted house.
When they arrived at the airport, West also bought new clothes for Teresa. In order to make the little girl better integrate into the environment of the haunted house, they dressed him like an ordinary little girl.
When the shopping guides in the store saw West, they all laughed and said that West was like a single father who took his children out, and told him a lot of precautions for single fathers, trying to hook him up.
West accepted them all with a smile, and Clark next to him laughed straight at him, especially at the title of his single father.
He watched West smile warmly and ambiguously, but West glanced at him, suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked his upper lip, teasing Clark casually.
Clark blushed and ducked away.
The little girl didn't like the clothes she bought, but she put them on obediently. After West dressed her up a little, she looked like an ordinary little girl.
At night, they finally managed to return to the haunted house.
There was a strange seriousness in the haunted house. West originally thought it was because Tony and the others had such a dream, but after entering the haunted house, they realized that it was not because of any dream, but because Stephen Strange was here.
Stephen was originally sitting in the middle, but the moment West pushed the door open, he stood up and looked at West with scrutiny and surprise.
"You..." Stephen looked at him in surprise.
There is a certain connection between the Supreme Mage and the world, so he felt a certain change in Wester's body—but at the same time, he also realized that the changes in Wester's body were not something ordinary people could spy on.
West didn't ask him directly, because he smelled something from Stephen——
Namon Losheimlich.
"What happened, Stephen?" West lowered his face, "Did that person come to you?"
Stephen came back to his senses, he looked at West and then at other people. He was not as familiar with West as others, and his impression of him was that he was the owner of the haunted house and a very attractive person.
And at this moment...
West has a smell similar to the Heimlich he just met.
Without Stephen opening his mouth, West had already read what he meant from his expression.
Narmonos is back, back from the resurrection town that trapped him.
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