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

Fisher woke up from the cold.

As soon as he opened his eyes, his first instinct was to look at the pottery beside his bed.

He was relieved to see that there was no problem with Tao Shi.

The housekeeper said that this thing cannot be lost.

Lying back on the bed, the pain from the severed hand prevented him from falling asleep, and he didn't know why it was so cold tonight.

He sat up and remembered that there was a fireplace in the room, so he decided to try to light it.

As a result, he tried there for a long time, only to find that the fire in the fireplace in the room could not be ignited at all.

If I stay like this for one night, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it.

But when he thought of the weirdness of this castle, he dared not move.

So he gritted his teeth and decided to hold on for a while.

Time passed slowly, but Fisher still couldn't fall asleep.

It was so cold, at least below zero.After lying down for a long time, he couldn't help but sat up again.

He rubbed his arms vigorously, the thin clothes and quilts were not enough to resist the cold.

"Fuck." He couldn't help cursing.

I don't know why it was so cold tonight. He spent the night without heating two days ago, but he was not as cold as he is now.

According to the current situation, wearing such a suit of clothes, he would die of cold.

This is not going to work, after discovering this, Fisher decided to leave to find a solution.

He swallowed, and worked up the courage to open the door.

The empty corridor seemed to be the only one, not even the second person's breath.

He suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"It's not going to die anyway, right?"

The sudden sound frightened him. The eerie and cold voice echoed in the empty corridor, making his heart beat violently.

It took him a long time to distinguish his own voice.

Heh, heh, it's okay, don't scare yourself, he said with a forced smile, then mustered up his courage and walked out the door.

There are always some servants in this house.

It's been quiet all this time.

In addition to the meal selection on the first day and the pottery delivery on the second day, it is now the sixth day, and tomorrow is the time for the birthday party.

He protected his pottery ornaments, thinking that all this should be over tomorrow, so the servants here should be fine, right?

And it's really impossible for him to survive in this low temperature. Instead of lying in the room and waiting to die, he might as well think of a way.

"Hello, is anyone there?" When he reached the first floor, he plucked up his courage and called out.

The entire corridor was empty, and the sound hit the wall, echoing in the narrow space over and over again.

nobody?

Speaking of which, no one among them has found where those servants live during this period of time?

Don't those people need to sleep?

He took two steps forward, and there was darkness on the left and right, only the dim oil lamps on both sides illuminated the road in front of Fisher.

Fisher suddenly remembered that both sides were that kind of horrible pottery.

He walked slowly while looking at the surrounding situation, let alone servants, there was not even a living person here.

After a while, he reached the stairwell. Just as he was about to go up, a woman behind him suddenly spoke.

"Don't just walk around here."

Fisher turned his head abruptly, and a woman in a white dress was talking to him two meters away from him.

The woman lowered her head, unable to see her appearance in the darkness.

He swears he didn't see the woman when he just walked past there.

This is... Fisher suddenly thought of the legendary Miss Brown. They had come to Miss Brown's birthday party these days, but they had never seen that woman.

"Miss Brown?" Fisher swallowed, and cautiously approached the woman. This Gotham scoundrel who had never learned how to be gentle tried to imitate the good man he remembered, and said softly, "Um, hello , my... I mean, the fireplace in my room seems to be out of..."

"Don't run around here." The woman repeated it mechanically.

The woman turned around and left.

"Wait a minute!" Fischer shouted instinctively. This is the only living person he has found so far to communicate with. How could he just let her go?

Who knew that the woman got into the darkness without paying attention, and Fisher couldn't catch up even if she wanted to.

Or go back, this idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

But as soon as he thought of that room like an icehouse, he thought it was a stupid idea to go back.

After weighing it left and right, Fisher decided to continue walking forward.

Just as he turned a corner, the oil lamps on both sides suddenly flickered.

Fisher was taken aback.

Then he saw a terrifying black figure suddenly appear in front of him.

He was startled and almost screamed.

But before he could overreact, he noticed that the shadow was just the reflection of a pottery elephant in front of him.

Fisher breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the owner of this house was too weird, with the horrible pottery ornaments everywhere.

But this scene still scared him, and with what the woman said before, he suddenly felt that it might not be a good thing to go on.

Let's go back, thinking this way, he turned his head back, ready to go back.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered with horror that he seemed to be unable to find his way back.

All the corridors are exactly the same, no matter where you go, there are those horrible pottery elephants.

The more he walked, the more he felt that something was wrong, he found that he seemed to be going around in a circle, until he came to a staircase for the second time, he stopped: "I remember I just passed here. "

His voice came out, and it was very clear in the quiet corridor.

"Boom——" Suddenly there was a loud noise, Fisher looked back subconsciously, and found that one of the pottery elephants behind him had fallen down.

The fallen pottery elephant was shattered, and Gulu revealed its contents.

This is……

When he took a closer look, the expression on his face changed drastically, and his whole body began to tremble.

This is his hand!

The hand that was cut off from his body still remained the same as it had just been cut off after a few days, even the blood on it hadn't dried.

Cold sweat fell down his back for a moment, he staggered a step and instinctively turned around to escape from this place.

No, it's impossible.

Then something even more terrifying happened. He heard a rattling sound behind him, and when he looked back, he found that his hand was actually chasing him.

No, it should be said that it was not his hands, but his hands assembled on a huge monster made of pottery elephants.

The combination of the gray pottery elephant monster and the flesh-colored hand was extremely inconsistent, but the monster was chasing after him with such a hand.

Help, help, someone help him.

This monster, this monster is going to eat him!

At this time, he suddenly heard a low voice calling his name.

The voice became louder from low to high, saying to him: 【Fisher, wake up! 】

He suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the person next to him and didn't let go: "I saw a monster, a very big monster!"

"I know I know." The voice comforted him, and Fisher saw that it was the young man standing with the Riddler that day.

That is West.

Fisher came back to his senses immediately. He looked around and found himself lying in the corridor of the castle.

"Where's that monster?" Fisher asked hastily.

"You mean that pottery elephant monster? You're just dreaming." West replied.

Fisher breathed a sigh of relief, but he immediately heard something else: "How do you know it's a pottery elephant monster?"

"Because I dreamed about it too." West said calmly.

He also dreamed of the pottery elephant monster that had trapped him within the wall of flesh and blood that day.

But he didn't just see the monster, he also saw the woman in white that day, when he was being chased.

The woman asked him: [Where is your pottery? 】

Then West suddenly came back to his senses, and then he suddenly woke up from the dream.

"Where's my pottery?" Hearing West's words, Fisher came to his senses and hurriedly searched for it.

When he was sleeping, he was afraid that his pottery would fall off, so he kept it tightly tied to his body.

But when he looked for it now, the thing was not on him.

His face turned pale, and in a panic, West stretched out his hand, and what was placed on his palm was his pottery ornament.

Fisher breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll get it from your room first." West said calmly, "Before I come to you."

Fisher looked curious, as if asking him how he knew.

"Want to live? If you want to live, come with me." West said.

An hour later, all thirteen people gathered in West's room.

West and the others were the last to come in. When they came in, the Riddler was standing in the center and looking at him with a smile on his hands.

West also looked up at him, he had already prepared for today's situation.

After the Riddler told him about Tony that day, he suddenly asked him a question about ghosts.

That question made West ask in a daze, completely unable to understand what it meant.

It was Tony who suddenly said with emotion: "I always thought that the villains of Gotham had true love for bats. The Riddler probably thought of some riddle and wanted to give it to Bruce."

But what's the matter?It took West a while to sort out his thoughts before he suddenly came back to his senses.

The Riddler wants to give Batman a riddle about Tony turning into a ghost...

"Are you crazy." He sighed subconsciously.

"Not crazy." The Riddler replied decisively, "I have always wanted to give the bat a riddle that he will never be able to solve."

"I still think you're crazy." West said seriously.

The Riddler looked at him: "You have no way to understand, I just want to ask you, can you guarantee that my soul can still exist?"

West said to himself, I really can't guarantee this, he thinks this smart man is indeed bewildered.

"Promise him." Tony said behind him, "I also want to see what the result is."

I think you just want to see him die.

As the owner of the haunted house who realizes that two people around him may be affected, West feels a lot of pressure.

"Besides, don't you still have a mission to complete?" Tony said, "Make a deal with the Riddler on that matter. If he can save everyone, you agree to him. And believe me, if the Riddler really becomes If you don't have your staff, then your haunted house will be very interesting."

"You may really be able to." Hall also encouraged him in his ear, "I know there is a way to tie the soul to me, so that when he dies, it will belong to you."

West... West's shameful heart fluttered.

And so everything became what it is now.

"I know you all had a very interesting night tonight, and you all want to live." Seeing that everyone was present, the Riddler said, "If you want to live, then listen to me, I can let you live."