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

The next morning, West sat on the dining table in fear, waiting to engage in a horrible meal selection event.

He guessed that other people thought the same as him.

But unexpectedly, today's meal was placed on their table smoothly, there was no game of meal selection, and no bloody limbs.

Everyone is relieved, no one wants to lose hands, ears, etc. in the morning.

Even if they were Riddlers, they felt that they would not be the target of throwing away, and they were unwilling to eat with a broken limb and arm in the morning.

It was a pleasant meal, especially since most people were hungry last night - people like West didn't eat anything, and it was impossible for others to actually eat their hands .

When the meal was finished, the butler appeared again.

As soon as they saw him appear, everyone's hearts were raised again.

Fortunately, he didn't say anything scary, but said: "You gentlemen are our guests. Originally, my master planned to come out to see you today. Unfortunately, he is unwell today, so he can't meet you. For the rest of the time, please do your own activities. Oh, by the way, the dining time at the restaurant is 11:30, you can participate or not, please consider according to your actual situation.”

After speaking, he respectfully bowed to everyone, and then left.

West and Dick glanced at each other. They haven't seen the owner of this house for two days.

Last night, Dick deliberately went around the castle.

The castle had no habitable place other than the guest rooms where they lived.

They even noticed yesterday that during the meal time, no servant went to a certain room to deliver food.

That is to say, the owner of this house either does not eat or is not here.

Although he couldn't be too logical in this kind of world, after discovering that his body had indeed become weak after being hungry all night, West felt that this world obeyed certain natural laws.

"The butler just said very interesting." Riddler and West said.

They split into two groups to find possible clues, and today West and the Riddler are together.

Dick and Damian originally wanted to share one with him, but considering that he was holding Hall in his arms and an invisible Tony was floating beside him, West felt that he was much safer than this weak villain.

After hearing the Riddler's sentence, West looked at him curiously, and quietly waited for his next sentence.

He already has a rough idea of ​​the character of this villain, smart is smart, and he likes to show off that he is smart.

So at this time, he only needs to listen and praise him well.

Sure enough, the Riddler looked at his curious face with satisfaction, and then continued: "He said that the meal will open at 11:30 noon, and you can choose not to come. How many people do you think will not come?"

West thought for a while, as in yesterday's situation, if he had the opportunity to choose, no one would come.

The Riddler shook his head, put his fingers on his lips, and said softly, "Everyone of them will come."

He didn't continue after saying this sentence.

Seeing his smug face, West said that he would forget about it, since the Riddler would always tell him anyway.

While they were continuing to walk, the first man who had his hand cut off yesterday happened to run into them.

West and Nygma stopped at the same time.

The man immediately looked angry when he saw the Riddler, wishing he could rush up and fight him desperately.

West just looked at the delicate and frail villain next to him, inadvertently dodged behind him, and made no secret of using him as a shield.

hmmmm?

West was dumbfounded.

Is your Riddler still a bit of a villain? !

Hall rushed over and threw the man to the ground. A cat's fighting power was stronger than Nygma's.

The man couldn't stand up for a long time after being thrown down. He was already injured, and this injury was even worse.

West couldn't bear it, and felt that this man had been unlucky for eight lifetimes before he ran over to pick the Riddler's things.

"Nigma, you—" the man shouted angrily.

Finding that he couldn't move anymore, the Riddler walked out from behind West very proudly.

"This is the difference in IQ levels, you have to admit it." The riddle man spoke so truthfully that West was speechless when he heard it.

If you ask him, he doesn't think this person has offended Nygma at all, at most it's just a provocation.

It can only be said that the character of the Riddler is a problem.

The Riddler squatted down and approached the man: "Fischer, you have to admit this."

Hall wanted to let go of his claws and let the poor man resist, but considering that Nygma was on their side for the time being, he didn't do so.

"Let me ask you a question." After the provocation, the Riddler whispered to him, "Have any strange things happened to you since yesterday?"

This unlucky ghost named Fisher still remembered what was planned by the Riddler, so naturally he couldn't answer.

The Riddler narrowed his eyes: "What if you tell me that I will save your life tonight?"

This sentence made Fisher look at the Riddler one more time. He seriously thought about what the Riddler said, wondering if he could believe it.

The reputation value of the villain is mostly very low, and Nygma is no exception, but in this case he is really scared.

"What guarantee do you have?" The man asked through gritted teeth.

"There is no guarantee, believe it or not." The Riddler said as a matter of course, "We all know each other very well, it depends on whether you bet or not."

Fisher gritted his teeth and said, "I did have some strange things happen last night."

As he said this, West waved his hand and made Hall let go of him.

During dinner last night, Fisher's hand was cut off. Although he was medicated, the pain still kept him awake all night.

He tossed and turned on the bed, unable to close his eyes all the time, probably after midnight, he heard rustling footsteps outside the door.

At first he thought that someone was trying to trouble him, so he picked up the desk lamp next to him and squatted at the door, ready to beat him up no matter who it was.

As a result, the door was opened, and there was no one outside.

He thought it was his own illusion, so he closed the door and lay back on the bed.

Unexpectedly, the voice sounded again soon after.

He angrily opened the door, but there was no one there, so he went back.

Tossing and turning like this actually made it all night.

At first he thought someone was trying to mess with him, but then he started to realize that something was wrong.

The voice seemed to never stop, persistently knocking on the door over and over again.

He didn't sleep all night, and stared at the door the whole time, not only afraid of the sound, but also afraid of the door suddenly opening.

It wasn't until morning that the knocking on the door finally stopped.

"And then I found this by my bed the next morning," Fisher said, pulling a clay trinket from his pocket.

West looked at it for a long time but couldn't figure out what it was. He just felt that it was similar to the works of art in this room.

these things……

These works of art all look strange, and it is impossible to tell what they are. At first glance, it only makes people feel chills all over their bodies.

The Riddler stretched out his hand to take it, but the other party quickly took it back.

"I can't give it to you." Fisher looked at the Riddler defensively.

The Riddler paused for a second, then raised his hand: "OK, ok, I won't move."

He squinted at Fisher with a half-smile.

This smile made the man's heart tremble, and he didn't know for a moment whether his behavior of not giving to the Riddler was right or wrong.

He hesitated for a moment, recalling what Nygma had done before, and felt that the Riddler was deceiving him again.

So, Yi cruelly stuffed the thing back into his pocket.

The Riddler still looked at him, still with that unfathomable expression on his face.

"You promised to protect me." Fisher was uneasy and asked again.

The Riddler nodded: "Of course, I agree."

After finishing speaking, he said goodbye to Fisher.

"Are you so confident? What if you can't save his life?" After they separated for a while, West couldn't help asking.

The riddleman said indifferently: "If you can't guarantee it, you can't guarantee it. Does he really believe what I say?"

He pressed his hat and said with a smile on his face: "Keeping promises is something that only heroes do, and villains don't have so many constraints."

West: "..."

His take-for-granted attitude towards the Riddler is a bit...

At this moment, West suddenly saw a white figure flashing in the distance, like the woman in the painting.

"Wait a minute." West instinctively stopped the woman.

The cry made the woman look back.

Not the same.

When entering into the painting, West took a look at the painting. The woman in the painting was gentle and beautiful, with beautiful blond hair.

But the woman had dull eyes and dull blonde hair.

Is this the woman in the painting?

West subconsciously chased after him, but as soon as he saw him move, the woman also ran quickly.

The Riddler had no choice but to follow them.

This way, I chased into an exhibition room. As soon as the woman accelerated, the person disappeared in place.

gone?

"What are you running so fast for?" The Riddler panted and followed behind West.

He is a real intellectual villain, and physical strength is really not his strong point.

"Didn't you see that woman?" West said. "Blonde?"

The Riddler's face turned pale, and he swallowed before continuing: "Don't scare me, I didn't see any woman, I ran with you."

No?

After hearing what the Riddler said, West immediately realized something was wrong.

Is that woman... a ghost?

He raised his head and glanced in the direction where the woman disappeared. The moment the woman arrived at that place, she had disappeared. Except for non-human beings, who would act like this?

"You...you won't tell me that there are ghosts in this place, will you?" The Riddler said after hesitating.

"You won't tell me you're afraid of ghosts, will you?" West asked back.

He remembered the bloody scene where the Riddler watched someone cut off his hand without even blinking his eyes.

Is he still afraid of ghosts?

The Riddler covered his chest and looked at West with a "nonsense" expression on his face.The memory of being frightened by the Iceberg Club before was still in his mind: "I like things that can be traced. What's not worth fearing about things like this that can't be traced?"

He grabbed West's sleeve and did not let go, his eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly, as if he was afraid that a ghost would suddenly appear next to him.

This was completely different from his previous complacency, and even West found it funny.

Since becoming the owner of the haunted house, he is really not afraid of ghosts.

"It's okay, ghost..." Before he finished speaking, the walls on both sides shook violently.

The two of them were so shocked that they couldn't stand still, and they subconsciously grabbed each other tightly.

Um?what's going on?

After 2 minutes, the vibration stopped.

The Riddler quickly hid behind him, while West raised his head to see what was going on.

Red water stains flowed down the white walls on both sides, whether it was blood or something else.

The red water instantly covered the white wall, and at a glance, it was all dazzling red.

His tentative deep hand, the sticky touch made him quickly withdraw his hand instinctively.

He looked down at what was on his hands, and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff it.

The smell of rust hits the nostrils.

It's the Wall of Flesh.