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

The playground opens to an inside which is not really a playground, but a dark sewer.

The moment West closed the door, the whole scene was darkened.

"I'll go, what does it smell like?" Bassen yelled, covering his nose.

Anyone with a normal sense of smell will not feel comfortable coming here, and the stench that comes out of the nostrils makes people want to rush out immediately.

The first foot on the ground is not solid ground, but sticky and smelly water.

If they didn't know that they entered a haunted house, they would have thought that they had really entered a certain sewer.

"For the realism, I'm going to give him high marks, but I swear I'm going to throw up, this smell is so disgusting." Emily cried, holding her nose.

I have to say that the smell is really disgusting, especially with the sticky touch of the upper and lower feet, a little association, a few people can think of the disgusting sewer.

Clark can see better than others because of his super vision, but he has long discovered that the entire haunted house building contains lead, so his super vision is limited to this sewer.

"Let's hurry up, there can't be only sewer pipes here." Clark said, even the sewer pipes must have a dry place.

They suspect that the boss directly moved the entire sewer pipe to use it. Doesn’t he really feel sick to do this kind of scene?

But they also know that this is just a scene after all, and West will not really put a sewer pipe in his haunted house boss.

"The owner of the haunted house doesn't have to pursue reality so much." Jimmy said the same, he stepped on something soft until he lifted his foot and found it was a pink children's scarf.

"Is this blood or ink..." Emily leaned over to look, then pointed to a little red in the corner of the scarf and asked.

Clark took one look and said, "Paint."

No blood smell on the scarf.

But there is a very strong and strong smell of blood in the sewer, but it is covered by the stench, so ordinary people can't smell it at all.

A small letter was painted on the corner of the children's scarf with a red oil-based pen, but probably because of soaking for too long, the red ink has basically faded, and it looks like blood.

"Children will like to mark their own things." Bassen guessed from the side, "This should be written by the child."

How could the child suddenly run into the sewer?

This hint made everyone feel cold, and couldn't help but think of the dead children in Derry.

"The owner of the haunted house probably wants to imply that our sewer has something to do with the children who were killed." Bason pursed his lower lip and said with some difficulty.

A picture appeared in several people's minds. A girl in a red scarf skipped past a sewer, and was dragged into it by someone.

In the struggle, her beautiful new red scarf fell to the ground.

That child may have just got such a scarf, because she lost the previous one because of her carelessness, so she carefully wrote her name on the scarf this time.

With the scarf in his hand, Jimmy suddenly felt very heavy, as if he really had the weight of a child.

Just an ordinary item gave them infinite associations.

"Walk further in?" Bassen continued.

Several people nodded, feeling a little bored in their hearts.

Then they found a broken pencil case, a clean new schoolbag, an old book and many other things.

The whole sewer line is like a big loot collection area, full of children's leftovers.

But just thinking about where those children are going, a few people feel panicked.

"I have an idea." Beatrice, who originally came here for West's face, couldn't help but immerse herself in the scene at this time, "Isn't this the murderer's lair?"

Everyone was silent for a moment, and their hearts beat faster in an instant.

[The murderer acted as a clown, then lured the children to an unknown place and killed them. Due to the lack of monitoring, no one knew where he took those children, and no one saw how he took the children from under the eyes of adults Let's go, they only saw the clown, so they haven't been able to find the bodies of those children so far. 】

This is the original text of a report at that time, and everyone who has read it knows it.

It is reasonable to take the child to the sewer. The smell of the sewer itself will cover up the smell of the corpse after it rots, and then the corpse can be disposed of.

And now they're in a murderer's lair.

"It's okay, it's just a haunted house." Emily forced a smile, and said comfortingly, "Just think about it, the owner of the haunted house can't possibly hurt the guests."

Generally, as long as you uphold this point of view, you will never feel fear.

But I don't know why, none of the few people felt comforted by these words, and even inexplicably felt that the pressure in their hearts was even greater.

Probably because of the aura problem, everyone would feel a lot of pressure on such a ground, especially since there were not so many traces left by the suspected murder at the scene.

"Hee hee hee hee hee." They suddenly heard small laughter.

The voice was high-pitched and thin, like a woman, and like a child.

Several people subconsciously covered their ears and squatted on the ground.

But the laughter didn't stop, on the contrary, it intensified, almost piercing through their souls.

Then they heard walking.

Heavy footsteps, as if dragging something forward.

It was strange, how on earth could they hear footsteps amidst such shrill laughter?

But they didn't have time to think about what was going on, because the footsteps were already approaching them!

"Run!" Jimmy yelled, and several people ran away as if they just came back to their senses.

Amid harsh laughter, several people ran so fast that they almost panicked.

They also couldn't figure out why they ran as if they were fleeing for their lives. You must know that this is just a haunted house, and even if it was terrifying, their lives could not be in danger.

But at this moment, all they had in their minds was, leave, leave quickly, they must leave here.

And there are many branching roads in the sewer-God knows how the owner of the haunted house made his haunted house so big!

When they stopped, several people found themselves separated.

Bassen stopped in his tracks. He looked around and realized he didn't know where he was.

The sewer pipes are almost exactly the same, with twists and turns around the pipe body, and every part looks almost exactly the same, regardless of things.

Well, he also lost contact with his companions.

Bassen swallowed subconsciously, his heart beating faster.

He felt as if something was holding his heart, making him unable to breathe.

At this time, there was no harsh laughter in his ears.

But the terrifying laughter still kept echoing in his mind, as if... as if, the person who made the terrifying laughter was right beside him.

He even felt that as his heart beat faster, the owner of that laughter became more and more cheerful.

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead drop by drop.

The most important thing now is to find other people first. After swallowing his saliva, Bassen walked forward quickly.

He had just taken two steps when he tripped over something under his feet.

Looking down, it was a paper boat that tripped him.

How could a paper boat trip people up?Just kidding.

Bassen forced a smile, and comforted himself, he felt that he must have stepped on something else, or his legs were weak, which caused him to fall to the ground.

After hesitating for a while, an impulse to pick up the paper boat suddenly appeared in his mind.

No, it shouldn't be said to be impulsive, it should be said that before he thought it through, he had already stretched out his hand and picked up the paper boat on the ground.

The paper boat seemed to weigh a thousand catties in his hands, and when he came to his senses, the paper boat was already in his hands.

He quickly dropped the boat to the ground.

Cold sweat drenched his back, Bassen took two steps back, he felt as if something was looking at him with a smile.

He was walking at first, then he was running.

Because he heard the sound of footsteps, it was no longer an adult's footsteps, but the kind of small footsteps belonging to children, chasing after him, unhurriedly.

He mustered up the courage to look back, but there was nothing.

Passing through one pipe after another, when Bassen stopped, he saw the paper boat again.

It has been following me, and the thought flashed through Barson's mind for a moment.

He is a reporter for the game section of Planet Daily, so he has been exposed to many games, especially horror games, which are more popular among young people because of their excitement and thrills.

Over time, Barson also learned a lot about horror games.

At this moment, he felt as if he was a protagonist in a horror game, haunted by some kind of ghost.

The ghost sat in the boat and followed him.

He felt as if he was being controlled, his body was faster than his head, he picked up the paper boat from the ground, and opened it——

It has two boys drawn on it and the writing next to it.

William Dunblow and George Dunblow.

Bassen stopped breathing for a moment, and he remembered the name.

George Dumbledore was a child who died in Derry. His death seemed to be an accident. In the middle of the night, he went to make a paper boat with his brother, and then he was sucked into the sewer and never came out again.

This case was not recorded in the death record of the Derry case, but appeared by accident.

And Basson knows because he's seen a horror writer named William Dunblow, who mentions his brother, George Dunblow, in one of his stories.

Basson liked that writer very much, so he remembered very well how William Dunblow, in his story, told the story of his brother's death in a very flat tone.

The emotion contained in that story, and the description of horror and abnormality, once kept Bassen awake at night.

He dreamed of George Dunbloh, of how that little child was crumpled up by the current, of how he was swept into the sewer by the current.

William Dunblow seemed to be from Derry, and the thought made him shudder.

"Hey hey hey." This time it wasn't the sharp smile like before, but a clear and clean child's laughter.

Shadowing about him, he saw a child reaching out to him at the intersection where the sewer pipes criss-crossed...

"My paper boat."

"My paper boat."

"My paper boat."

One sound was more shrill than the other, making Bassen's eardrums ache.

He covered his ears all at once, sat down on the ground, and threw the paper boat out with a wave of his hand.

The shouting died away, and he heard the sound of water dripping.

Tick, tick, tick.

It drips from a height, falls to the ground, and breaks apart.

The voice was close at hand, as if it was falling from the top of his head.

Bassen raised his head instinctively, and saw above his head, a half-soaked boy in a raincoat twisted and lying on top of his head.

He was like a ball compressed and kneaded by a huge force, all the bones in his body were crushed, and he was curled up pitifully.

After realizing that he was looking at himself, the boy opened his mouth, and then handed the paper boat in his hand to Bason: "Here is the paper boat for you, can you give me the red balloon?"

The paper boat floated slowly in the air, with a white balloon tied on top.

As soon as he spoke, blood flowed out of his mouth, and the blood fell on Bason's face drop by drop.

Still warm.

Bassen yelled for a moment.