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

Casey's first reaction was to remove his picture from the maze.

But who knew, when she touched her lightly, the picture of her in the photo was cut in half from the neck, and after shaking twice, half of the photo fell to the ground, leaving only a pair of eyes on the wall looking at her faintly.

She suddenly felt a pain in her neck, subconsciously stretched out her hand to stroke it, and a little red stained her fingers, as if her head had been severed.

But Kathy knew it was impossible, because she wasn't dead yet.

"Hehehe..." The faint laughter echoed around, and suddenly there were many pictures on the maze map, and each picture was her.

Ten, hundreds, thousands of them, she looked at herself with cold eyes and smiled sullenly, mockingly.

There were bloodstains on each of their necks, as if their heads had been severed.

Kathy stood in front of "them", almost unable to move due to oppression.

"Kathy..." The voice continued to call her name, both like a call of expectation, and like a curse that urged her to death.

The voice became clearer and clearer, as if it was coming out right in front of her.

Her head was in severe pain, and she didn't want to think about anything for a moment.Just want to tear all of myself off the maze map.

But she was quickly caught: "Cathy, come back to your senses!"

It was only now that she came back to her senses, and found that the gun in her hand had been raised, facing the maze map.

On the maze map, there were no thousands of herself she saw, only half of her head was still hanging on it.

Casey's breathing stopped for a moment, and it took a while for his thoughts to return to his mind.

She was the one who saw the vision just now.

Casey staggered back a step, to be honest, what happened now was really beyond her expectation.

Trapped in two mirrored rooms, they wandered back and forth between the two rooms like trapped mice.

But it was impossible, there must be some way out here, and that way out was somewhere they didn't notice.

Perhaps it was visual misleading that caused them to think that the way out was the one that came in before, but the real way out had been hidden long ago.

She tried not to think about why there was a photo of her and Nina in the haunted house, and how it was put in the other room without anyone noticing.

That's easy to explain, she told herself, it must have been taken on the way in.

Looking at the picture of herself on the maze map, the severed neck made her almost feel the pain on the neck.

There was also a very shallow bloodstain on her neck.

Casey made up his mind and said, "Let's go through the ventilation duct."

Since they couldn't find the way prepared by the haunted house, they made a way for themselves.

He easily jumped onto the vent of the haunted house, and with a few forceful moves, Casey tore off the partition at the vent.

Then the two started crawling along the ventilation duct.

They didn't know much about the facilities inside the haunted house, and the purpose of coming this time wasn't to make such a big show, but to come and try.

Who knew that the owner of the haunted house would provoke them like this when they came here. Obviously, the other party already knew their identities, so the haunted house became a prepared trap.

In this case, even if you don't know it, you have to force your way.

The two moved forward one after the other, and after a while, Casey suddenly felt that Nina behind her stopped.

She also stopped, and turned her head to give Nina a questioning look.

Nina shook her head and made a gesture: [There is a voice. 】

Instead of people, she said there was a voice, which showed that she didn't judge whether the voice was a person or something else.

The two fell silent and leaned aside to listen carefully.

Sure enough, Casey also heard a slight vibration.

The voice gradually increased, as if it was approaching in their direction.

She raised the gun, held her breath and pointed in the direction of the sound——

A butterfly flew over.

Kathy breathed a sigh of relief. She almost thought that someone, or some monster, was chasing them.

But quickly, her heart rose again.

How could there be butterflies in this place?

That butterfly should be the one they had seen before, it flew over their heads leisurely, and then was caught by Casey.

Kathy spread her hand, wanting to take a look at the butterfly, but found that she saw the caught butterfly disappearing from her palm out of thin air.

Is this a hallucination?

No, it's not.

She still has the touch of the moment when the butterfly's wings were broken by her.

"Look up." Nina said suddenly.

Casey looked in the direction she spoke, and found a bright light not far away.

Light means there is a way out.

Casey didn't have time to care about any butterflies at this time, and quickly walked in that direction.

He kicked open the protection of the vent, and then jumped to the ground.

When she stood up straight and observed the situation around her, she froze again.

Because she still returned to the previous exhibition hall.

In the center of the wall was a huge maze, with a picture of the two of them posted on it.

"How is it possible!" Casey blurted out.

She clearly remembered that the direction she was walking was opposite to the direction of the scene, and she had been away for a long time, it was impossible for her to remain where she was!

Nina suddenly said in fear: "Cathy, have you noticed the time?"

What time?As soon as she said this, Nina immediately raised her hand to look at it.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, she broke out in a cold sweat.

The time on the watch stopped, no more, no less, exactly at the time they entered the haunted house.

Their time stopped?Or has time stopped at the haunted house?

Is there really anything in this world that can stop time?

The ground suddenly shook violently, and the two could only keep standing by holding each other.

The maze diagram on the wall fell towards the two of them due to the earthquake.

They had nowhere to hide, so they could only squat down quickly to protect their vitals.

Who knew that the maze map didn't hit them, because before that, a big hole had already been cracked in the floor under their feet.

Before they could react, they had already fallen into the hole.

It was pitch black inside, and nothing could be seen.

They instinctively waved their arms to grab something...

Then Kathy looked up and saw the butterflies, very huge golden butterflies flying in the sky overhead, looking up at them.

The butterfly was condescending, looking at the life that fell in the ground crack.

Casey suddenly realized something was wrong. When the maze map fell, it just covered the huge crack in the ground. How could she see butterflies flying in the sky?

And how could the crack be so big?How could it be possible that they still couldn't see the ground after falling for so long?

Casey turned her head, and suddenly saw a paper-like thing falling beside her.

The paper-like thing flew in the air twice, and she finally saw what was on it—her head.

In the photo, only her head remained, showing a cold smile to herself.

It was only at this moment that she realized that it was not that the haunted house had not prepared a path for them, and that they were walking the same path that the haunted house owner wanted them to take.

It's just that the way is not to escape the maze, but to...

"Welcome to the Labyrinth Tower." The "she" in the photo said softly, "Want a way out? The way out is right in front of your eyes."

They fell into the painting.

"It's a pity." West picked up two real photos from the ground, "They might have gone out."

At this time, there were no two women in the scene, and he looked up at the complete maze map——

There are two more humanoid dots.

"If they don't destroy the butterfly, they can get the invitation letter." Clark floated behind him, shaking his head, "Honestly, who would have thought that the butterfly is the guide?"

Heyman loves butterflies, and the painting of Shuangdie was originally themed with butterflies. When designing the art gallery, he even added butterfly elements in every place.

And these butterflies are Heyman's eyes.

As long as the butterfly is there, everything is under the control of the resentful painter.

It can be said that West is very lucky. A single resentment painting will definitely not be able to achieve the current effect.

Only with a resentful painter can the greatest effect of the painting be brought into play.

The resentful painter can be easily integrated into the painting, and can appear anywhere with paintings at any time.

He controls the paintings and the entire horror art gallery, and he can almost be called the absolute king here.

"There was only one person who got the invitation letter, and he was an ordinary person." West said dissatisfiedly, "It's a pity that we can't form a dinner party. These two Hydras are really unreliable."

He had already noticed that the two women were weird. The fact that the two women were busy removing the brooches as soon as they entered the haunted house further proved that their origins were not simple.

Not long after, West also found the information of these two women from the S.H.I.E.L.D. database. They had been lurking in S.H.I.E.L.D., and they were agents of Hydra.

West immediately asked Heyman to take care of this side, so Heyman chose the maze map as the focus of their entry.

And he himself entered the scene to see what was going on.

Concerned about his safety, Clark volunteered to accompany him into the scene.

"What did Hydra see in me? Cooperate with S.H.I.E.L.D.?" West asked puzzled.

Because he got the painting from the Penguin, he still doesn't know the relationship between Hydra and the double butterfly painting.

So I don't understand what happened to the tragedy caused by a promotional video. I thought it was because of his cooperation with S.H.I.E.L.D. that led to the current situation.

Clark didn't know the story, so he could only shake his head to show that he didn't know either.

"Forget it, who cares, anyway, I have already told Fury. Trapped them in the maze for a while, and then hand them over to Fury." West said.

It is absolutely impossible for people trapped in the painting to leave unless the painter agrees or finds an exit like the Riddler.

West took a look, and the two hydra probably didn't have the IQ of Nygma, and they probably wouldn't be able to escape within four to ten minutes.

And after that, I'm afraid Fury will have arrived.

So West is not very worried.

Instead, he looked more worriedly at the other side - the team of Abel and Bans - the two of them chose to be together.

"Do you think it's that person?" West asked, and after he finished asking, he felt a little silly.

How could it not be that person?

Tony's abnormal behavior before—although he said it was impossible, there was a definite answer clearly written in his eyes.

He recognized the man.

When it came to Iron Man's reaction that he didn't want to enter the scene with him, he had already guessed who that person was.

Who else in this world would make him so ignorant of what to do?

Tony couldn't face that man, and didn't know how to face him.

Don't talk about Tony, even West, who has been with Tony for so long, doesn't know what expression to use to face that person.

She simply pretended not to recognize him, and let him go when the game was over.

This is West's hope, but it just so happens...

"They chose a good picture." West sighed, and then said.

They really chose a good picture, because although this picture was printed and did not have the effect of the original painting, it was indeed drawn by Heyman himself.

The body of the painting is currently hanging in an art gallery in downtown New York.

When the resentful painter saw that there was still a picture of himself circulating on the Internet, he was very surprised, so he printed it out and hung it in the scene.

Although the effect is not as good as the original painting, but after the addition of the resentment painter, the power that can be achieved will definitely not be inferior to any resentment painting.

The name of this painting is "Hell".