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

"Let's go together, two people always have a companion." Abel said to Bans first.

Both of them came alone, so it's okay to have a company.

Bans wasn't ready to agree at first, but after thinking about it, he nodded.

So these two people who should have nothing to do with each other just teamed up together.

"This haunted house is beautiful, isn't it?" Abel said to Bence in a chatty manner.

"It's really beautiful." Bans looked at the paintings on the wall, and then said, "These paintings are beautifully altered."

At first glance, everyone focused on the printed painting itself, but Bans focused on the changes.

"The person who changed these paintings is a very talented painter." He said in admiration.

It is very rare to be able to change the artistic conception of the whole painting with just a few strokes.

The changed painting only adds or changes a certain object inside, and the painting adds mystery.

"Does such a powerful painter still use printed paintings?" Abel asked curiously. He found that the temporary partner next to him seemed to be very talented, so he couldn't help asking curiously.

Bans scratched his head. In fact, he didn't quite understand why someone would print out a painting and then specially modify the animation itself. Probably...

"Probably because he wanted to be lazy." Bans said this, and he was embarrassed after he finished speaking, feeling that he was disrespectful to the painter by thinking so.

He didn't know that he really told the truth, but it wasn't the painter who was lazy, but the ghostwriter boss who was lazy.

"Do you like drawing very much?" Abel asked.

Bans was a little embarrassed: "I like it, I have studied by myself for a while, and I was also attracted by a painting in the haunted house promotional video when I came this time."

Abel said, "It's the pair of butterflies, right?"

"How do you know that painting is called Double Butterflies?" Bans raised his eyebrows and asked suddenly.

The name of the painting is not on the promotional video of the haunted house.

Abel couldn't answer for a while, he just smiled and asked again: "How do you know?"

Neither of them answered the question, they looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed for a while.

Abel coughed and said softly: "Don't mind, I only knew about this painting when I saw a photo of it at a friend's place a long time ago."

Bans probably didn't believe it, so he also laughed, his eyes sharp: "I also saw this painting at a person's place."

Abel didn't seem to notice his scrutiny, and deliberately changed the topic.

At this time, the two of them just walked to the entrance of an exhibition hall, and Abel said casually, "Let's choose one to go in and have a look. Since we are looking for five letters, we must look for them on the paintings."

Bans nodded, and the two walked into the exhibition hall without even having time to read the name of the exhibition hall at the entrance.

There are many paintings hanging in the exhibition hall, but the one in the middle is the one that attracts the most attention——

"This is?" Abel raised his eyebrows, looking at the painting in disbelief.

On the painting is a sea of ​​flames. The scorching flames burn the criss-crossing iron chains. There is nothing on the iron chains, but it makes people feel chills for a moment.

Bans frowned: "I've seen this painting."

If he remembers correctly, some time ago he happened to go to a New York Art Museum, and the name of this painting was exhibited there - "Hell".

The introduction given at that time was that the iron chain symbolized the soul that was thrown into hell, and the burning flame was the appearance of the soul suffering in hell.

However, this painting did not attract the attention of many people, because it was not the work of a famous artist, and most people would miss it without even turning their heads.

Only Bans sat in front of the painting and watched it for a long time. He felt pain in his heart at the time, and his eyes fell on the painting unconsciously and never moved away.

Because this painting made him see...death.

Seeing Lie Xinxi, Bans took a step forward. The one exhibited in New York should be the main body of the work, and the overall painting of the haunted house is much dilapidated than the main body, and this one is brighter, but more... fresh live.

Bans didn't know how he felt alive from a picture of hell, he just felt that whether it was flames or burning chains in this picture, they seemed to be real.

This painting is obviously not the real body, but it seems to be more magical than the real body, and it easily captured his soul.

Get a little closer, and you can feel the feeling of burning your skin at high temperature.

It is very imaginable that he actually experienced the pain and sorrow of his soul being burned from a painting, as if it really came from hell, and the feeling was stronger than when he saw the real body.

It is impossible for him to tell others that he stayed in front of this picture of hell for so long because he felt the pain from hell like masochistic.

At that time, he had just faced the death of a friend who was close to him, and his heart was extremely complicated.

Watching him move forward, Abel grabbed him and said, "Don't come close."

Bans stopped and looked back at him.

Seeing the doubt in his eyes, Bans said: "There is a land in hell, which is used by the Lord of Hell to imprison those who offend him. It is this sea of ​​fire. If there is a place in hell that is feared by the devil, it is This area is called the hell of hell."

He stared at the painting, and there was no fear in his eyes, but a lot of doubts, as if wondering why the scene of hell would reappear in a haunted house.

"How do you know?" Bens asked.

Abel was probably still immersed in the painting, and said naturally: "Because I... cough, I am very interested in these religions, so I have read some related books."

In the middle of speaking, he forcibly changed his mouth again, obviously he didn't want to say something.

Of course Bens heard it: "You seem to have a lot of secrets?"

"Don't you have a lot of things you can't say." Abel pointed to his mask and hat, "otherwise you wouldn't be dressed like this, would you? You just need to know that I have no ill will towards you or the owner of the haunted house, so I don't ask you, and you don't ask me, anyway, we are just ordinary people who come to play haunted houses now."

He spoke sincerely, and looked like a middle-aged man with vicissitudes, but his eyes were particularly bright.

Bans stared at him for a long time, then turned back: "Do you know who I am?"

He asked this with a certain tone.

"The painting of the haunted house is not simple." Abel didn't answer, but approached the painting by himself and changed the subject.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Bans knew why, and turned to look at the painting with him.

He also really likes this painting, and later checked the information of the painting, and the results he got were all works by unknown painters.

The owner of this haunted house will choose this painting, and he seems to like it very much. Maybe he can ask him if he knows this painting.

Abel stared at the painting for a while. Before he told Bans not to do it, he suddenly reached out and touched the surface of the painting.

As soon as he touched it, his hand was withdrawn as quickly as if he was electrocuted.

"What are you doing?" Bans asked immediately when he saw his movements.

"I just wanted to see if it was the one I thought it was," Bans said. "I've seen that painting too."

"I also saw it from that friend of yours?" Bans asked. Ordinary people would say this with a sense of sarcasm, thinking that Abel was perfunctory, but Bans said it with a straight face.

Abel nodded.

Do both of you know this painting?So it doesn't seem like a coincidence that they came here together.

More like a choice.

Painting options.

Bans stared at the painting for a long time, and the freshness became more obvious after he had the feeling that the painting chose him.

The flames in the painting seemed to be really burning, and he could almost see the dancing flames.

"Do you feel the heat around you?" Bance said suddenly.

He reached out and touched his forehead, the sweat on his hand

It's the end of the year, and it's the coldest time. Although the haunted house has heating, it hasn't reached this level yet.

And the temperature he felt now almost made him want to wear short sleeves.

After a while, Bans's clothes were basically soaked through.

Abel didn't look well either. Although he didn't have the big reaction that Bans saw, the sweat on his forehead kept flowing down.

If you want to talk about the reason for such a strange temperature rise...

The two looked at the painting hanging above at the same time.

"Although it may sound strange to say that." Bans said with a low voice, "but I feel that this painting is moving."

"It's not your feeling, it's just moving." Abel replied.

The two watched the dancing flames on the painting, which could be said to be an optical illusion at first.

But gradually the flame seemed to be alive, and began to spread downwards and outside, burning the frame of the painting, and then the painting itself.

The painting is on fire.

Abel and Bans watched the painting burn in front of them for a moment.

The drawing paper was burned to ashes, and it fell to the ground with some unextinguished fireworks.

Then there was a crackling sound of flames igniting, and a flame ignited on the ground.

The haunted house is on fire.

Bans' first reaction was to find a fire extinguisher to put out the fire, but Abel stopped him.

"Didn't you see? The haunted house has a tiled floor, how could it burn?! This is no ordinary flame at all, this is the flame of hell." Abel said quickly.

On closer inspection, the flames did not burn on the ground at all, they were more like attached to the tile floor.

Seeing the flames gradually spread and troubled the surroundings from the first point, Abel immediately said, "What are you waiting for? Run."

Bans shook his head, and said seriously: "No matter what, I still have to talk to the owner of the haunted house."

As he spoke, he walked towards the door, but he had to stop after taking a step.

The doorway is no longer the same as the corridor seen before, but there are more burning iron chains, and the floor has also turned fiery red with blue smoke.

"It's over, it must have trapped us while we were looking at the painting." Abel said with a wry smile, "But I don't think this place is real, you..."

Who knew he hadn't finished saying "you", and Bans ran towards the outside as if he didn't see the horrible scene outside, and he didn't forget to say: "I'm going to find the owner of the haunted house."

"Hey, hey!" Abel quickly wanted to stop him.

But he didn't listen to Abel at all, because his attention was completely occupied by the burning sensation under his feet.

When I first stepped on it, I only felt warm. It was not as scary as it looked outside, but the temperature was just right.

But once he stayed for a moment, he could feel the burning pain.

There was no wound on his foot, but the pain went deep into his soul.

The layout of the entire scene has completely changed at this time, red-hot iron chains are everywhere on the aisle.

It hurts when you touch it.

It took him a little while to dodge those chained obstacles.

But it wasn't what bothered Bans the most, it was the voices in his ears that bothered him the most.

【Help me, save me. 】

[Let me out, I want to go out. 】

[Why don't you stay? 】

[You agreed, you said you would protect us. 】

At first, it was just some indistinct cries for help, but later, Bans gradually heard some familiar voices.

He discovered that he knew the owner of these voices.

But he didn't stop, he knew that 90.00% of this was an illusion, and the owner of these voices couldn't possibly speak to him, because——

"Hi--"

Bans stopped abruptly, and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a familiar figure.

For a while, all the words were blocked in his throat, and his voice became extremely dry when he wanted to speak, and he almost exhausted all his strength before he shouted with difficulty: "Howard..."