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

What do you mean?

One is to live and the other is to die. They are two diametrically opposed tasks, and the rewards are still unknown.

What's going on here?System split?

"All life in the picture..." Tony read the line twice.

West asked him, "Any questions?"

"No, it's nothing, I just think this word is very interesting." Tony touched his chin and said, "It's not just us, maybe there are others, the worst is that the entire Iceberg Club has been sucked in. I have some feelings ...Leaving this aside, what do you think of these two missions?"

West looked at him with a miraculous expression: "What are you thinking, do you think I can kill everyone? Or do you think I can protect everyone? I'm just an ordinary haunted house owner."

West especially emphasized the word ordinary.

Just kidding, he has been just an ordinary person from his last life to now, let alone killing people, he has never even seen two dead people-horror movies are not counted.

"Maybe you don't need to do it." Tony said, "The task only says that the person who enters the painting dies. Sometimes the environment can be used reasonably to kill people."

West stared at Tony for a long time: "Tony, what are you talking about?"

"Huh?" Tony said, raising his voice.

"Don't you think what you said just now is a bit strange?" West said, "The Tony Stark I know wouldn't say such things, what... murder or something like that."

Tony said what he said, as if encouraging him to choose the first task.

Iron Man guards the world, when did he have such a killing mentality?

Tony was taken aback by his words, folded his arms and thought.

After a while he said, "It's not right, it seems like something is... trying to influence me."

Hearing these words, the hairs all over West's body stood on end.

Assuming that something is really trying to influence people, what about other people when even Tony might be affected?

Recall, what was the Iceberg Club doing before?

It's a villain's party!

Although it was a small gathering of villains, it also included famous Gotham villains like Penguin and Riddler!

West suddenly felt cold for a moment.

While he was thinking about the current situation, Hall, who was supposed to scare Penguin, jumped and ran towards West.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Hall jumped into West's arms, grabbed the shoulder of the owner of the haunted house and asked, "I came to this ghostly place in the blink of an eye."

West rolled his eyes at the phrase "ghost place", rubbed his ears and said, "How do I know, I still want to ask you?"

Considering that Hall is currently the oldest being among them, West can only hope that it can tell him what is going on with this man-eating painting.

Who knew Hall was in control with one sentence: "I don't like painting."

It is a creature that lives on fear, and certainly not artistic.

"I still know about creatures, but I don't know much about painting such inanimate things." Hall said as a matter of course, "Generally, paintings with magical powers like this are mostly curse-related items. Of the soul, its power comes only from the one who made it."

Good news, the only life form among them who might know something is now useless.

"Then did you feel any strange influence?" West continued to ask, unwilling to do so.

Hall shook his head. Compared with Tony, the performance of the black cat can be regarded as very normal.

West looked up at Tony worriedly, since West just pointed out that something was wrong, Tony has not spoken.

The haunted house owner doesn't know why such an influence is defined, human beings?non-biological?Super hero?

Why was Tony the only one who felt it?

West himself didn't feel the slightest bit.

"Tony." West called Tony worriedly.

Tony shook his head, knowing what he meant: "It's okay, I already know that I may have a problem, I will control it, you should first think about how you are going to choose."

"This is a choice task, it seems that there is no problem if I don't choose." West said,

Although Tony seemed to be back to normal, he was still worried.

He lowered his head quietly, and asked Hall if there was anything that would affect people's reason.

"Are you here to attend Miss's birthday party?" When West was talking to Hall, a man dressed as a housekeeper walked over.

There are people in this painting?

Miss?Is that the woman in the painting?

Birthday party?

It seems that this is the background of the painting.

"Well, yes, I'm Wester Bryan." Wester immediately replied, and he immediately bowed in a fake manner according to the little etiquette knowledge he learned while filming.

After all, he is a former actor, so he still has the adaptability.

The butler's expression was originally very unkind, but he managed to relax a little after seeing him being so polite.

"Miss's birthday party will be held in seven days. If this is the case, then you can come in with me first." The butler said and led the person inside.

Seeing that he could communicate, West felt a lot more natural. He was afraid that the people in this painting were a group of people who could not communicate.

Along the way, he noticed that there were many, many works of art in the castle, most of which were oddly shaped and exuded a strange atmosphere.

Pretending to inquire unintentionally, trying to figure out what is going on with these things.

But the butler never answered his questions. He only said indifferently before he arrived at the guest room of the castle: "There is a rule in this house. We don't like to talk about children. The master lost his favorite child some time ago." , in order not to bring up his grief, please do not discuss similar matters in the castle."

Is this a reminder?

Before he had time to ask a few more questions, the butler disappeared all of a sudden, and West didn't even stop him.

Helpless, West just went back to the room to have a look.

But just as his hand touched the doorknob, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis, and he froze in place for an instant, not daring to move.

Looking down and seeing the samurai sword on his neck, West immediately raised his hand without any resistance.

"I swear, I reminded you, if you touch that painting, you will definitely have bad luck." West said sincerely.

Hall lay in his arms, all the hair on his body stood up, ready to attack anyone who threatened West at any time.

West grabbed the back of its neck, not daring to let go.

"Once again, I swear to God, you will come to this place, it has nothing to do with me." West continued, "I don't have any malice towards you, maybe we are still in the same camp now!"

The samurai knife rested on West's neck for a long time, until someone called "Robin" behind him, and then reluctantly moved away.

West heaved a sigh of relief, turned around, and sure enough, he saw Damian in Robin's suit and Dick in Nightwing's suit.

Damian raised his chin towards him, motioning for him to enter the room.

West secretly rolled his eyes at the arrogant kid, but walked in obediently.

Once inside, Dick closed the door behind his back.

"No matter what you want to do to me, I can't resist now, two heroes." Seeing the tense atmosphere, West said half-jokingly, wanting to liven up the atmosphere.

"Are you a magician?" Dick asked.

West thought about it for a while, and felt that although he had no magical ability, being able to run a haunted house was considered miraculous, so he could also be regarded as a...

"Non-professional magic practitioner." West said seriously.

Dick: "...?"

Where did this innovative vocabulary come from?

Dick rationally didn't delve into it, he had to be thankful, otherwise West would have pulled a long paragraph into it for him.

"Introduce yourself." Dick said, "Since you said that we may be in the same camp, we should know each other's identities."

That's right, West cleared his throat, and honestly told Dick that he was the owner of a haunted house, named West Bryan.

"Are you the owner of West's hut?" Dick raised his voice and said.

"Huh? Know him?" Right after he finished speaking, West suddenly remembered, bad, Batman had received an invitation letter from his haunted house.

Batman never came after receiving the invitation letter, and West almost forgot the owner of the second invitation letter.

And also!I don't know exactly how the invitation was written, whether it was for Batman or Bruce Wayne.

Will Dick know that Batman's identity has been exposed here?

West waited anxiously for Dick's next sentence.

Who knew that Ye Yi had spoken halfway, and then took it back: "Well, I saw the profile of your haunted house on the Internet, so I know you."

West keenly noticed that Dick glanced at Damian at this moment, so he understood that Damian didn't know that Bruce had received the invitation letter, and Dick didn't want this to be exposed to Damian.

Maybe Bruce Wayne didn't want to worry too many people, so he only told Dick about it.

Damian glanced at Dick suspiciously, but Dick's expression was perfect.

He snorted, knowing that Dick must have something to hide from him without explaining.

But instead of getting angry at Dick, he turned to West and said, "Too much nonsense, so you know what's going on here?"

Damian said threateningly while playing with the knife in his hand.

West didn't answer right away, but asked, "Let me ask politely first, how did you two get in here?"

Dick and Damian looked at each other, and after thinking for a while, Dick said it easily.

"Me and Robin came to this ghost place in the first place," Dick said. "A man dressed as a butler came up and asked us if we were going to the lady's birthday party. We said no, and then we were taken here by force."

Damian sneered, and West unexpectedly felt something inside from his laughter.

This matter is definitely not as simple as Dick said.

So he immediately looked up at Dick.

Dick froze for two seconds, clutching his head: "Well, we were going to be thrown out after we finished talking, but just happened to meet a pretty lady on the way, and that lady took a look at me , and let the steward take us to the castle."

West: "...Wow."

It is said that Dick's upturned buttocks can't be resisted by men or women...

Dick: "..."

Dick: "Whatever you're thinking, it's not what you think!"

West nodded quickly, as for what was going on in his head, Dick couldn't control it.

"Let's explain what's going on here first." Dick covered his head, and didn't expect West to really believe him.

West coughed, and then asked, "Do you believe that you are in the painting now?"

Damian looked at him with "Are you stupid" written in his eyes.

Just as West was about to explain, Damian continued, "It's hard to believe."

Dick also nodded: "Indeed, if it is in the painting, then what happened before is reasonable."

Looking down on superheroes?Did they encounter many strange things?

West felt that he had been insulted. As a haunted house owner who could scare even secret agents, he had to fight back for himself: "Oh, so are you afraid of ghosts?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of ghosts." Damian said disdainfully, "Ghosts are not afraid of us."

"Oh, really." West sneered, "I hope you can say the same in the future."

What good things can there be in the resentment painting?

Looking at West's expression, Damian and Dick suddenly had a bad feeling.