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

Namonroth stepped into West's dream.

From the first moment he entered here, he knew that West must know that he was coming.

Looking up at the dream world in front of him, it is obvious that this is the result of careful arrangement.

He saw Arkham Asylum.

Namonroth smiled.

Both he and West knew that Arkham Asylum was definitely not a profound existence in his memory. At least in this case, it was unlikely that West would dream of it unconsciously.

So this must be the scene that the other party is ready for.

And he was right, this was indeed what West was ready for.

He had drawn a scene card from Arkham Asylum before, but since he hadn't completed the related tasks so far, that card could not be used in his haunted house.

So when he chose the trap for Namonros, he had an idea and thought of this unused scene card.

Although he couldn't use the card in the real world, it didn't mean he couldn't simulate an Arkham in the spiritual world.

The complex terrain of Arkham, as well as the strange lunatics and Batman in the lunatic asylum, have all been seen and understood by West - this is not surprising, after he learned that he has a mission related to Arkham , he has understood Arkham very seriously.

Given the complicated relationship between Tony and Bruce, Tony knows Arkham surprisingly well.

So after looking around, West's best choice was Arkham Asylum, and with the help of Murphys, he turned it into a suitable "game" scene.

His choice of Arkham Asylum amused Namonroth a little, but not for long.

Compared with studying the scene, what Namonros can't wait now is to see West.

He has a special affection for West, some love, some hate, some loathing, and some appreciation.

So he really couldn't wait to see what West had prepared for him.

"We all know that this is just a useless struggle, right? West." Namonros said softly. He believed that West must be able to hear what he was saying, just as he could feel the other side at this moment. Like a beating heart.

He stepped forward and slowly entered the scene of Arkham.

"Welcome to Arkham, my lost cutie." As soon as he stepped into Arkham, he heard sharp and crazy voices resounding in the hall of Arkham.

Anyone who is familiar with Arkham can immediately recognize this voice, which is the most unique "landscape" of Arkham - the clown.

However, Namonros didn't know the clown well. When he heard the voice, he just felt that the voice was too noisy, and he didn't realize anything.

Of course, it is impossible for the clown to really appear. What is here is just the clown that West created from his own memory and belongs to his spiritual world.

After entering the hall of Arkham, a huge electronic display suddenly appeared in front of Namonroth's eyes, with a few lines written on it.

【Choose Game: Hide and Seek

Rules of the game: Randomly roll dice to determine one person as the catcher, and a rag doll will hang on the waist of the catcher.2 minutes after the captor is identified, others can escape. After 2 minutes, arresting begins. After the arrester meets the arrested person, the remaining person on both sides will become the arrester, and the next round of the game will start.

Game participants: Namon Ross Heimlich, Wester Bryan, Jack Pinel, Harley Quinn...

Remarks: Due to the particularity of the participants, each participant will be randomly given a usable skill, please choose carefully.

I wish you all a happy game. 】

Namonroth blinked, and then something popped into his head.

[Skills: You can choose to take away the skills of an encounter, which can only be used once in the game. 】

Namonros raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that West actually obeyed the rules and gave him a skill.

And at this moment, he heard a voice that was loud enough for the entire Arkham to hear.

"The game starts, randomly select the first round of catchers."

"The catcher has been determined, please prepare for the players."

Namonros lowered his head, but he didn't see the doll symbolizing the captor on his body.

The dream world is different from the real world. The dream world is located in a latitude where the virtual and the real alternately exist. It represents both reality and illusion.

The fate of people who have a little bit of dreams in it is determined by the dreamer, so entering the dream world is actually very dangerous, which is equivalent to handing over one's own destiny to others.

However, Namonros is very clear that the dreamer is not the absolute leader.

The encounter of dreams is actually a collision of spiritual power, and the collision of spiritual power and spiritual power only depends on who is stronger.

Namonros has absolute self-confidence, and West and Murphys combined cannot match him in terms of mental strength.

And Murphys and West probably knew this too, so they tried to use this method to consume him.

But in his opinion, this is nothing more than a mantis' arms, no matter how much he spends, he can't be weak to their level.

Namonros sneered, but became interested in playing this game with them.

Since West wants to play a game with him, he will play this game with him.

In this round of the game, he is not the catcher.

But judging from the rules, there is actually no absolute boundary between the arrester and the arrested person.

[After the captor and the captive meet, the remaining person on both sides will become the captor and start the next round of the game. 】

The phrase "the one remaining person" does not clearly indicate who it is, which means that there will definitely be a conflict between the two of them, and the so-called skill will definitely play an important role.

Namonros lowered his eyes slightly, and he had a plan in his mind. He neither planned to hide, nor to take the initiative to find someone.

He really wanted to see what kind of trap West had set for him.

After deciding on the next step, he decisively started to act.

In fact, his so-called action was nothing more than wandering around in Arkham at will, and where he got there was not within his focus.

The architecture of Arkham is very interesting. Unlike ordinary mental hospitals, it is full of gargoyles that are easy to settle.

This is actually to facilitate Batman's night work in Arkham.

But this time, he also facilitated the actions of some assassins.

Namonros raised his head suddenly, and then his head turned slightly to the side for a moment, just right, dodging a bullet that only aimed at his forehead.

The bullet entered the wall around him, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Look, I caught that mouse." The cruel voice came from behind Namonos.

Turning around, Namonros saw a bald man jumping down from above his head, and this bald man had a doll hanging from his waist.

It seems that he is the catcher of this round. The bald man held a gun in his left hand. The moment he saw Namonros, he threw away the gun in his hand, and his hands turned out of nowhere. , the thin and sharp blade was turning flexibly at his fingertips.

Namonros thought it was funny, it was the first time he had heard someone describe him as a mouse—or such an ordinary human being.

"Who are you?" Namonros asked with interest.

Who knew that the other party didn't appreciate it, licked his lips, and said excitedly: "I'll tell you when you die."

After saying this, he suddenly rushed towards Namonros, and the blade in his hand steadily moved towards Namonros' throat.

Namonros dodged the opponent's attack very lightly, but the opponent was a fighter whose fighting skills were at the top of human beings, so he easily caught his next move and reacted accordingly.

In the world of dreams, it is no match for Namonros' body in reality. Although the opponent's blade could not cut his throat, it just slashed across his chest, tore through his clothes, and left a hole on his chest. The next bloodstain.

Namonros became angry for a moment. Although he could temporarily let him go because he was interested in the other party, that didn't mean he would tolerate the other party hurting him.

In an instant, the superficial wound on his body was repaired by himself.

The moment the opponent attacked again, he grabbed the opponent's neck.

He looked the man straight in the eye, and then saw the deepest part of his consciousness.

"Victorzas?" Murphys' control over dreams does not seem to be worse than his predecessor, at least the people he created have a very complete consciousness, as if they were real people, and Namonos went to investigate This person's consciousness actually managed to see his past.

The man whose throat was held was breathing hard, but he squeezed out a smile when he heard Namonros' words, and opened his mouth to let out a few notes, as if he wanted to say something.

Then when Namonros approached him slightly to listen to what he said, he raised his hand, and the sharp blade slashed towards Namonros' arm.

Namonros instinctively let go of his hand, and then the man whose identity he saw through jumped and took two steps back, pulling himself out of the five-meter range of Namonros.

Namonros was about to catch the other party, but unexpectedly a frozen laser shot towards him.

The speed of the freezing laser was extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye, half of Namonos' arm was frozen, and then firmly stuck to the ground.

A sneak raider appears during their battle.

Seeing this situation, Zas didn't seem to be surprised. Haha, while Namonros was frozen, he quickly took out a new gun.

He blinked at Namonos, and then shot Namonos twice.

These two shots were shot by Namonros, so it was impossible for him to avoid them.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, the two bullets changed their trajectory as if they knew his movement.

Undoubtedly, both bullets hit Namonos between the eyebrows.

He suddenly understood that this should be a certain skill of the opponent.

This level of attack was not enough to kill him, but instead aroused his anger even more.

But before he broke free, the killer who originally attacked him unexpectedly ran away in the opposite direction.

The movement was quick, almost as if he hadn't thought about it, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this time, he had forcibly broken free the ice block that blocked Namonros' movements, and the person who attacked him just now seemed not to be preparing to mend it.

The other side has a helper.

This is not difficult to understand. Ants are weak and like to act in groups.

But letting go of a sneak attacker who hurt him still made him a little bit annoyed.

For this reason, he even chased a few steps in the direction that the man was running away from, but the other party was much more familiar with Arkham than he was, and it was only a little later that the man could no longer be found.

After chasing for a while, he finally stopped.

There seemed to be something wrong with the smell permeating the air. Namonros sensed that something was wrong. He always felt a little dizzy in consciousness, and his body felt restless for some reason.

[Nammon Ross. 】

Namonros' pupils suddenly tightened, and then his whole body froze.

[Turn around, I have something to tell you. 】

He who never listened to anyone, felt like a different person the moment he heard this voice, stiffened and moved his body with difficulty.

There was longing and fear in his eyes, and he even avoided his sight, not daring to look in the direction of the source of the sound, for fear that it would be a dream.

[Nammon Roth, I am sorry, I have always felt sorry for abandoning you. 】

Namonros suddenly felt a soreness, and the emotions that originally belonged to humans were also entangled with him at this moment.

"It's you, Death..." He whispered the other person's name, and finally couldn't help raising his head, wanting to take a look at the other person.

However, just as he was about to raise his head, he heard another voice saying: 【You should devour him, otherwise he will kill us all. 】

Namonros raised his head abruptly, almost an instinctive reaction of his body. The moment he heard that voice, anger rushed straight into his head.

He recognized the voice, which belonged to her obnoxious brother.

Yes, his brother too.

He wanted to rush out to kill the opponent in an instant, but as soon as he moved, a black mist suddenly rose around him, completely surrounding him, and only a little voice could be heard faintly.

【No, Nightmare, I can't devour him, I love him. 】

Namonros felt even more sour in his heart, and even stopped the action he had just prepared.

He knew she loved him, just as he had always loved her.

【Then let him devour you. 】 Another ruthless voice said so.

In the darkness, Namonroth could not see what was happening, he could only hear the voice.

But even if he only heard the voice, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something at the moment the words fell, and he couldn't breathe at all.

[Okay, then let him devour me. 】The voice of death replied.

No, Narmonos calls, I never meant to devour you.

We finally separated from each other, finally became two completely different individuals, why should we devour each other.

I don't want to be whole, I don't want to be whole, I just want to see you.

"I just want to watch you," Namonroth murmured.

In the darkness, a pair of hands stretched out from behind him, gently wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and whispered in his ear: "This is a lie, we always want to be a whole."

"No matter how much we love each other, we will definitely become one. Either you kill me, or I devour you. This is an eternal destiny."

Namonroth clenched his fists.

So he hated fate, very much, even with the world in which they were born.

"You don't have to accept it, Namonros, but you know that this is the fact, and no matter how much you refuse it, you can't change the fact." Little by little, the hands around his neck turned into ashes, revealing the bones inside , hugging Namonros's neck inch by inch, what Namonros wanted to say, but was completely stopped by the next words, "And I will disappear after all, because you will definitely choose to devour me, don't you Namonros? You understand Me, you know that I will definitely let you go, but you will definitely devour me, and then I will disappear, and I will never appear in front of you again, forever."

Cold sweat dripped down Namonros' forehead, and he had the illusion of being stripped naked, so he could only forcefully say, "But I didn't do that."

In the end, he did not devour death, but was sealed underground by death.

"Isn't that because you failed Namonos? If I hadn't noticed and reacted in advance, you know you would be the one who devoured me. But if that's the case, I just sealed you up, Namonos Monros, don't lie to yourself, you don't love me as much as I love you."