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

Of all the stories Narmonroth had told about him and death, there was the greatest lie.

He really wanted to complete each other.

Yes, he thought about devouring each other, making him and death whole.

But he didn't do that in the end, not because he was reluctant, but because death was aware of it first, so he was sealed first.

He always said how much he loved Lady Death, but in fact only he knew that he was not as affectionate as he thought.

This is what he fears.

What he dreaded, admitted that he was less than death.

At this moment, Ms. Death, who appeared again for unknown reasons, stood behind him, hugged his neck, and whispered words that he never wanted to admit.

Admit it, your affection is not worth mentioning.

Admit it, how selfish you think your love really is.

Admit it, you'd be better off dead.

Namonros was suddenly angry, he waved his hand suddenly, and waved towards himself.

"So what?" His hands were tightly clenched into fists, and the strength wrapped around his hands broke a part of the darkness, and immediately gathered again.

There was nothing behind him, not even a person.

Namonroth knew now that this must be a method used by someone in the dream.

He became even more angry, and any method involving death would make him even more angry.

"If you continue, I guarantee that I will tear you apart piece by piece." Namonros said darkly.

This was the first time he was so angry, even the anger that West had angered him before, so angry that he didn't even have the elegance to pretend.

A gloomy smile suddenly came to mind around him, and just for a moment, Namonros saw a man in tattered clothes and a straw hat piercing through the black mist.

scarecrow.

When Namonros checked Zas's identity just now, he also read all the relevant parts of his memory about other players who participated in the game.

Although he doesn't know much about the people in Arkham now, he has a basic understanding.

So he could tell at a glance that the one in front of him was the Scarecrow of Gotham.

What is the scarecrow of Gotham best at?Oh yes, it's fear toxin.

In other words, he was actually poisoned.

Namonroth does not need to breathe like ordinary people, and there is no entity in the dream, so it is impossible to say that the cause of his poisoning is neither breathing nor contact.

With a guess in his mind, he completely ignored the surrounding environment, let go of his thoughts, rushed out suddenly, and grabbed the scarecrow's neck before the scarecrow could react.

The Scarecrow didn't expect him to react so quickly, and he didn't have time to escape at all. Namonros held the Scarecrow's neck, and the surrounding environment didn't change. He could still feel the fear enough to tremble in his soul.

Only this time, he already understood, so it was enough for him to divide his mind into two parts, one part collected fear and then let it go, and the other part thought normally.

"Poisoning is mandatory within a certain range, but it must be around you, am I right?" This must be the opponent's skill, and there are great restrictions, for example, it must be produced around the scarecrow.

Even though the scarecrow was held by the neck, he laughed twice.

Namonros didn't care what he was laughing at, and immediately decided to fulfill his promise to dismantle the opponent into pieces.

Who knew that at this moment, he heard a voice.

[Penguin uses his skills to force a transaction. 】

[Penguin chooses to exchange Scarecrow with killer crocodile. 】

Before Namonros could react, he suddenly lightened his hand, and then a huge crocodile roared and fell from the sky.

His sharp teeth bit Narmonos' neck, and the sharp scales on his body cut his arms.

Namonros was caught off guard, and his neck was bitten in an instant.

A lot of blood gushed out, but before he could react, the monster who had just attacked him let go of him, turned his head and opened the drain cover next to him, and disappeared into the sewer in the blink of an eye.

His face suddenly became extremely ugly, coupled with the blood that stained half of his clothes, he looked like a demon walking back from hell.

These...these damned humans!

The wounds on his body healed extremely quickly, but the anger in his heart was completely irrepressible.

He saw it.

Both the scarecrow and the crocodile-like monster had dolls hanging on them.

That is to say, they are also catchers.

With a gloomy face, Namonros raised his hand and wiped the blood on his neck.

He sneered.

Who said there's only one catcher in this game?In other words, West set him up as the one to be caught, and all the others were ordered to come and catch him.

Indeed, this is normal development, isn't it?People in the spiritual world of Namonros should have collectively attacked Namonros.

Namonroth was completely irritated, and he didn't even understand why he was so easily irritated at this moment.

But at this moment, he just wanted to catch West out and torture him severely.

As for those people in his spiritual world... they are just created dummies, even if they are caught, they are useless.

Namonros stretched out his hand and pressed it against the wall next to him.

This is West's spiritual world. In other words, all his damage here is to destroy the other party's spiritual world.

Although doing so would consume a lot of his mental power, he couldn't wait to see West get hurt now.

A huge shock occurred in Arkham, and all the people in Arkham stopped.

Including West who sat in the monitoring room and observed the overall situation.

West felt the severe pain explode in his mind.

But he didn't feel scared, on the contrary, he showed a sneer.

There is one thing that Namon Roth may have guessed wrong.

"Let the Mad Hatter go and attack Namonros in turn. His attention is mainly on me now." West said to the communicator.

On the other end of the communicator, Nygma in a green suit chuckled, and then said lazily, "Of course, my dear."

He put down the communicator and transformed into a clown.

West did a crazy thing, a very crazy thing.

It happened when they learned of Namonos' plan and were about to leave the Loki Dreamland, the evil god suddenly stopped him again, and made a very crazy proposal with ill intentions: "I can do you a favor .”

What kind of favor can I do?Helping a bat would call West crazy.

He passed on West's situation to another villain in the haunted house, the Riddler.

In the later development of the story, West himself did not expect that he would use Arkham as the dream scene because of the proposal of the Riddler, and those people in the dream... are all real Gotham villains.

Murphys thought West was crazy.

"Let one person enter the dream, you can still be the leader, but let so many people enter the dream, you are not necessarily the leader." He warned West.

Yes, letting one person enter the dream, West can control it, but letting so many people enter, as a dream novice, West cannot be absolutely sure.

But Nygma convinced him with one sentence - you can't control such a big scene by yourself, and it's still under the control of Namonos.

Yes, West can't do it, his mental power is far less powerful than Namonros.

That is to say, he needs the mental power of other people to superimpose.

If it is true...if their vision comes true, then West only needs to support the Arkham he built in his brain, and other people can move freely in it.

But that's the villain of Gotham, the villain of Gotham is either a lunatic or a lunatic.

"Believe me, the villains in Gotham want to destroy the world, and they only want the world to be destroyed by themselves. They don't like Namonros."

Just for one sentence, West decided to take a gamble.

After all, Loki did them another favor-helped them connect to Nygma's spiritual world.

There was already a connection between Nygma and West, but West was blocked before, so he couldn't be located.

After doing this, Nygma used some unknown method to convince other people in Gotham that they actually agreed to enter West's dream to support him in this game.

Then he set the trap down.

The villains of Gotham cooperated for the first time, and most of them were criminals who liked to go alone, but they cooperated very well. In their words, if you have been an opponent for a long time, you can see what the other party thinks at a glance.

Relying on this tacit understanding, they played an undead game of hide and seek with Namonroth in Arkham.

And Namonroth didn't notice it.

That noble life didn't even have the intention of taking a second look at those souls, and he missed the possibility of seeing that fact—he thought that these Arkham villains were all products of West's dream.

He didn't know the villains of Gotham, and even the good opportunity when he caught Zas just now, he was able to see almost all the information about them, and he missed it.

West took the guise of acquiring skills, and those skills were basically based on the characteristics of these villains.

Namonroth only needs to take a look, and he will understand.

But he didn't. In his opinion, these villains are no different from those heroes outside - they are all ordinary people.

West wiped the corner of his mouth and watched the Mad Hatter appear behind Namonos, ready to control Namonos.

Of course, he didn't expect Namonros to be controlled so easily, but the influence, as long as it had a slight influence on him was enough.

As long as it can have a little impact, it is enough for the frozen man beside Jervis to freeze half of his body.

Not fatal, but extremely nasty.

Take a bite and run away immediately.

They are not giant beasts that can swallow elephants, but they can be ants that eat giant beasts. They are small in size but large in number, not deadly enough, but tiresome.

Namonroth would be bothered, he was so proud, so high up, he despised ants and couldn't do without them.

But he will know that ants are sometimes more terrifying than giant beasts.

……

Namonroth is really annoying.

He found a way, was harassed all the way.

West seems to have made up his mind not to fight him head-on, and only sent those products of the spiritual world created by him to attack him.

And those weak ants entangled him and couldn't even shake him off.

Namonros originally wanted to eliminate it easily, but who knew that they ran faster than rabbits, their purpose was only to harass him, and they had no intention of entangled with him at all.

Just a few hours ago, he met a man wearing a green hat who wanted to control him with words, a man who could freeze him for a short time, and a strange man who could control a green-skinned woman.

For a moment he had to wonder, are there such monsters among human beings?

The feeling of being frozen was terrible, and it prevented him from killing the man who sneaked up on him at the critical moment, as did the green-skinned woman who kissed the corner of his mouth to try to control him.

Namonroth couldn't tell if he was angry because she actually wanted to control him, or if he was kissed on the corner of her mouth.

Of course, it is impossible for them to really kill Namonros. Even if it is controlled, it can only affect his thinking for a short time. .

Really boring.

"Seriously, West, do you really think this method can get me out?" Namonos said standing in an open place.

In this world, everything that happens is in the eyes of West, so West should also hear this sentence.

Namonroth's ultimate goal is always to find West.

He may be set to be the prey of others, but his prey is always only one, and his purpose is to find that prey, and all the prey has to do is hide.

The prey did a good job, and his strange blockers really harassed Narmonroth.

But Namonros doesn't think this will have any impact on the final result-he will definitely catch West, at most it is a matter of time.

It’s just that the current harassment really disturbed him, so he had to persuade West: “The most you can do is to be caught by me later, West, I guarantee that if you take the initiative to come out now, you will kill me.” After dedicating your power to me, I can make you an ordinary person, don’t you want to be an ordinary person the most? I can fulfill your wish, as long as you are obedient.”

"I'm afraid he won't be an ordinary person anymore, Namonros~big~human~"

Namonros heard someone draw a long tone and said in a strange way.

This is not surprising. Namonros, who was attacked by several waves of people just now, doesn't even have the mind to ask the other party's name.

Anyway, the opponent didn't plan to fight him head-on when he came, maybe he would run away in the next second.

Who knew that the one in front of him was quite different. He neither attacked Namonros nor ran away immediately. Instead, he sat on the gargoyle next to him and dangled his legs leisurely. This is the feeling above, no wonder Xiaoba likes it very much.”

He said something that Namonros couldn't understand at all, but Namonros didn't care, and his attention was completely on West.

"Hey hey hey, this is the first time I have been ignored so much, Lord Namonos." The man jumped down, bent down, and bowed gracefully, like an actor preparing to perform on stage, "Joker."

He raised his head, his green eyes were like snakes, staring at Namonos for a moment: "I am a clown."

Namonroth stopped in his tracks.

Joker, like any other title, makes no difference to him.

But even so, he had also heard the name of the clown, and heard that he was... a lunatic.

It was the first time Namonros saw this clown, and he didn't feel anything else, only the eyes of this man were very interesting, and his eyes were...empty.

How to put it, in Namonroth's view, there is no emotion in this person's eyes that belongs to a living person.

After several fights with the guys created in West’s spiritual world, Namonros already knew very well that the people in it should all have a prototype—otherwise, creating characters out of thin air would consume too much of his mental power. Sturt couldn't last that long.

And this person should also be someone West knew.

And this person... Namonros asked about his identity a little bit, he was very curious, is there such a guy who exists like a living dead among human beings?

"Joker." Namonros said the name.

Such curiosity even made him look at this person...

"Yes, I am the clown." The clown said with a smile, "You are such an idiot, Namonos."

Unexpectedly, the clown did not make Namonos angry when he said this. He just stopped and looked at this tiny human who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and wondered what he relied on to say these words.

"Talk about it..." Namonros paused and smiled ironically, "Joker."

"Hee hee hee." The clown bent down and covered his mouth, as if he couldn't control himself.

He was laughing at Namonros like this, probably because his mocking looked too funny, Namonros just looked him up and down.

It took a long time for the clown to speak. He put his hand to his mouth, made a look of "we're whispering", lowered his voice, and pretended to say, "We are all real people."

His words made Namonos slightly change his face.

The clown's words were thoughtless, but it solved the question that had troubled Namonos for a long time - in terms of the fighting power he saw from these people, West could control the dream so easily. To this extent?In that way, West's mental strength has improved a lot.

He suspected, but did not investigate.

And the Joker now tells him...

A gentle smile appeared on Namonros's face: "Are you an independent person? West will let an independent soul enter his spiritual world, which means that you are someone he trusts, so you are planning to betray He, and then turned to my side?"

The clown blinked, but did not answer the question.

The expression on Namonros' face became more gentle, and he let out a sneer in his heart. West gave his trust to humans, but he never thought that humans are the most cowardly creatures. Betray West for various reasons.

Namonroth liked to watch West be betrayed, it was like proving Namonroth right—those lives were worthless, not worthy of their sacrifice.

So he was more than happy to wait a little longer for this human betrayal.

"You want to come by my side, right?" Namonros' voice became bewitching. He himself is quite attractive to all life, and life will involuntarily get close to him. This is nature, Namon Ross never doubted, "If so, then you made the right choice. What I can give you is far more than what West can give you."

He likes the people around West to follow him, even more exciting than the people he subdues himself, just like the evil god named Loki.

The clown tilted his head, as if he couldn't see the olive branch thrown by Namonos.

"Come here, clown." Namonros beckoned, "I will give you far more than West can give you. Tell me, are you willing to follow me?"

"But..." The clown grinned and suddenly smiled, "I'm not a good person."

After he finished speaking, he touched his chin and said, "Oh, I won't be a good 'subordinate' either, if you want to recruit me, my dear..."

"... Then you have to think clearly, hehehe."

Namonros never doubted himself, he believed in his own ability, believed in his own strength, and believed that he would never be threatened by an ordinary person.

So he didn't think much about what this person said, and thought he was testing himself.

A person who can even be used by West, how could he not be able to do it?

"Obviously, you don't need to test me, clown." Namonos raised his head.

The clown lowered his head slightly, as if thinking, and said after a while: "I can take you to West, I know where he is."

Namonros felt happy from the bottom of his heart. The series of attacks just now had drained all his patience, otherwise he wouldn't have stopped to pretend to be negotiating with West.

All he needed right now was to see West.

"That's good," Namonroth replied.

The clown grinned and showed a bright smile: "Of course that's good."

Namonroth followed his new guide. The guide was very familiar with Arkham, and he seemed to be a senior resident who had been here all year round.

The clown bounced and took him to Arkham's monitoring room, but it was already empty.

He stroked his chin and told Namonros that West probably knew that the Joker had betrayed him, so he ran away.

But it doesn't matter, the guide is very familiar with Arkham, and he can lead him to chase his prey faster than Namonros's wandering like a headless chicken.

Then they walked around Arkham twice, and Namonroth was not impatient, because the guide had a good reason-this was West's dream world, and West knew everything that happened in it.

During the period, they also met the lives of West's dream world a few times... No, Namonros already knows that these are not products of the dream world, but real life, but they also entered West's dream That's all.

He tested his guide a little anyway, and nearly snapped a man's head off in his presence.

He wanted to see if the guide was really indifferent to this—you must know that people who die in the dream world will suffer great mental damage, and it is possible to become a fool, or simply die mentally.

And his guide was smiling, not only indifferent, but even a little excited.

In the end, the person who was almost killed by him was saved by West—he clearly knew that West saved it, because the nearby scenes were forcibly distorted because of saving people.

It looks like West knows he's been betrayed, and still cares about the humans he puts in.

"Maybe you can use these people to force West to come out." The clown smiled and made a rather vicious opinion.

Humans have always been creative in dealing with their own kind.

Namonroth thought he had a point, and the next time he encountered madmen in Arkham, he decided to catch them.

Of course, the Arkham lunatic is not easy to catch, but it is not impossible.

Before, Namonros didn't pay attention to them, so they escaped him many times, but now his attention is back.

He captured several people, but did not kill them.

The collision of spiritual power and mental power is especially clear in the dream world, he can almost easily attack their spirits and then subdue them.

"Isn't it easy? West will definitely come out, just wait, hehehe." The clown said.

The angry eyes that the others looked at him before being subdued did not seem to be fake, so Namonroth believed him more and more.

Then, West really came.

He looked at the clown with complicated eyes, the two looked at each other, and then separated.

Namonroth didn't notice this moment, all his attention was shifted to him the moment West came out.

"You finally came out." He said, "It's all in this situation, are you still going to struggle?"

Namonros almost felt that West was brave, and he was still unwilling to give up in such a situation.

"Everyone knows, West, there is no future for following you, and those who follow you will surrender to me... This happens every time." When he said this, he couldn't help feeling sorry for West, "My promise to you is still valid, West, you know I need you, as long as you wake up and deliver those seven things to the altar with your own hands, when I become a new world, I will fulfill your wish, Whether it's becoming a normal person or whatever, I can make it happen for you."

"I want the world to return to normal, not your control, can you achieve it?" West said.

Namonros shook his head with a smile: "You are always like this, why do you refuse to admit that you lost?"

"Because I didn't lose, Namonros." West said softly, "You forgot one thing, this is my dream, no matter how powerful your mental power is, this will always be my dream."

Namonroth suddenly realized that something was wrong, and the instant he realized it, he was surrounded by Arkham villains on all sides.

And he saw that the people he caught before were like balloons—burst.

"Why don't you just lower your head to look at these human beings? Just lower your head and you can see how different they are, and you can know whether they are made by me or they are real."

West felt that the fault of Namonros was that he would never lower his head to take a look at those humans whom he regarded as ants.

This time, as long as he took a look, he would know that the humans caught by him were the products of the spiritual world created by Namonos.

And the clown behind him...

The smiling clown behind him suddenly threw something into Namonos' hand before he could react.

"The riddle bomb, here it is for you." The clown still kept smiling, but he was not a clown, he was the riddleman, Edward Nygma.

The moment the riddle bomb landed in Namonros' hands, it exploded and turned into a solid cage. You must answer all the corresponding questions before you can come.

Then, each of them attached their abilities to Nygma's cage, adding more chains to him layer by layer.

This is a trap designed by Nygma. No matter whether Namonros wants to get out through normal or abnormal methods, he must spend a lot of mental power.

The fake clown loses his disguise and becomes the Riddler.

Nygma disguised himself as a clown because he was a registered employee of the haunted house, and Namonros paid more attention to the haunted house than everyone else, so they were worried that Nygma would figure him out.

They didn't know what kind of attitude Namonros had towards Loki, and they didn't dare to take the risk that if there was another traitor in the haunted house, would Namonros still be able to fully trust each other.

This time, they needed Namon Roth's trust too much.

Therefore, they could only choose the safest method - to give Nygma a disguised identity.

And choose the clown...

"Isn't it a matter of course for a clown to betray someone?" Nygma said.

Of course, he felt that this sentence could be expanded, and it was a matter of course for anyone in Arkham to betray their allies.

But to pick and choose, West has to admit that he is still the most able to give Nygma his trust.

So in the end they chose to take a gamble-the bet that Namonros would not carefully observe who the "fake clown" was.

"If, I mean if, if Namonros sees it..." West said to Nygma before going, "You really surrender to Namonos, he won't kill you."

Nygma was stunned for a second, then smiled and said, "That's useless, I'm pretending to be a clown, he knows I have a conspiracy."

"I believe you can find a reason to convince him." West said, "At least he won't kill you."

Nygma stared into his eyes, seeing that he was not joking, he didn't know what to say for a while, and finally said to him after a long time: "You are really different from those Chaoying, West."

Of course it is different, Batman will never say that in order to save your life, you should surrender to your opponent, and he will not really believe Nygma's proposal, and then unsuspectingly throw his spiritual world to a group of people. The famous villain opens up.

So West is not a superhero and will never be one.

"You know what I've done. I'm not a good person and I'll never be, West." Nygma asked. "You really believe me?"

"Good and evil are part of the world," West replied. "Life and death are fair to all."

Therefore, there are very few extreme good and extreme evil in this world, and there are more ordinary people in the middle of the balance.

"I know how to do it, little boss," Nygma replied.

Then he really tricked Namonros here.