Chapter 2012: Lighting up the Dream in Your Heart (VII)

It turns out that in addition to being a large mental hospital, Gotham is also a large haunted house. No Gothamite needs to go to amusement parks in other places to play in haunted houses, as they are destined not to have a good experience.

As a Kryptonian, Clark is not very adaptable to any place without sunlight. He felt creepy as soon as he entered the haunted house. The darker the rail car went, the more he sank into this deep and dark atmosphere.

As a god, Diana is not afraid of ghosts, but she is very interested in the mechanical props and ghosts, beautifully decorated scenes and flickering lights in the haunted mansion.

Bruce felt a little bored.

First of all, Gothamites are very adaptable to all dimly lit places. After all, before the sun comes out in Gotham, the ultraviolet radiation index is about half of that in other cities.

Occasionally, walking on the road at noon will feel drowsy and dark, not to mention the early morning and dusk, so Bruce's eyes almost immediately adapted to the dim light in the haunted mansion.

Not to mention the gloomy atmosphere, if you enter any building in Gotham at night, the atmosphere is much darker and more terrifying than this.

As for the beautifully decorated scenes, Bruce can only say that it is not good enough. Many of the furniture in Wayne Manor were brought by the first batch of European nobles who immigrated to America. They are really old.

Moreover, Wayne Manor is very large, and Alfred is responsible for taking care of Bruce, so either he has to hire someone to clean it or he has to clean it in different areas by himself, and it is inevitable that some parts will be missed.

For example, the big clock that makes strange noises in the middle of the night because of aging parts, the cabinet door that squeaks because it is not lubricated in time, the Gothic candlestick that lights up and goes out because of the change of wax oil, and the curtains that are attacked by moisture and dried to form strange shapes are all normal phenomena in Wayne Manor. Bruce grew up in this atmosphere since he was a child.

As for the machinery pretending to be ghosts or making noises, there is even less to see. Bruce doesn't even need to take a second look to accurately analyze what kind of mechanical structure is used to achieve this.

Bruce almost fell asleep on the rail car. He thought the ride would end like this, but just as the train was about to reach the end, Bruce suddenly felt someone push his left arm.

Bruce was now sitting on the far left of the train seat. There was no one on his left, so Bruce turned his head to look at Diana and Clark on his right.

"Did anyone push me just now?" Bruce asked.

Clark and Diana, who were talking, paused for a moment, then looked at Bruce and said, "Push you? Why should we push you?"

Clark saw Bruce pressing his left arm, and he hurriedly said, "Could it be that your arm hit some props while the train was running?"

He hurried over and lifted Bruce's sleeve to take a look, and found that there were no scars, not even red marks, so Clark said briskly, "You must have scared yourself. People in this dark atmosphere will feel that there are things staring at them everywhere."

"Have you taken your medicine on time recently?" Diana asked, and then she looked around and said, "I don't feel anything strange around us, at least there are definitely no ghosts."

Bruce frowned, he was sure that what he felt just now was not an illusion, and something must have touched his arm just now.

The bustling crowds of people walked towards the exit. It was getting closer to noon and the sun was getting hotter. Fortunately, there was wind today. Although it blew away the few clouds that could block the sun, the cool water vapor brought by the breeze over the lake allowed people to take a breath and head towards the delicious food.

Tall trees were planted on both sides of the ghost mansion. When a gust of wind blew, the soft leaves said goodbye to the branches and fluttered away.

A man withdrew his gaze from the swirling trajectory of the fallen leaves. He stepped onto the steps and said to himself helplessly: "Venom, you can't do this. The safety manual says that it is dangerous to extend your hands outside the car when riding amusement facilities!"

"And why did your tentacles turn? Are you going to touch other passengers in this car? You will scare them!"

Venom laughed evilly in Eddie's heart, and then said: "You didn't see the guy's expression just now, as if he had eaten dog shit, hahahahahaha, he deserved it!"

Eddie was about to continue talking when he saw a familiar figure walking over from another aisle next to him with two other people. Eddie widened his eyes because he recognized that this was the contestant he met in the last game.

"What's going on? Venom, who is he? What's your grudge against him? You wanted to beat him up the moment you saw him that day. How did he offend you?"

Eddie thought for a moment and said, "Besides, you either had to fight him or scold him. What's the point of poking him with your tentacles while riding in a haunted house?"

Venom snorted coldly and said, "It doesn't matter who he is. Just remember that he is the most suspicious person in the world."

"Hahaha, he will definitely keep thinking about this until the holiday is over, until he returns to his world, until he goes home, until the end of time and the destruction of the universe..."

Bruce, standing in the sun, yawned, smoothed the wrinkles on his sleeves, and said, "Forget it, maybe it hit the prop branch, let's go buy balloons."

As the three figures slowly walked past, a voice came from the other end of the street.

"I'm sure that's definitely not a mechanical prop! Are you questioning my level of mechanical engineering?" Stark shouted at Steve: "The joint flexibility of that thing is not what those rigid props in the haunted house can have, it is definitely... definitely..."

The fallen leaves swirled behind Stark and gently stuck to his shoulders. Stark froze visibly.

Steve reached out and took the leaf off, put it in front of Stark and said, "You are just scaring yourself. It's just a leaf."

"But the tentacle I saw in the haunted house is definitely not a haunted house prop. It could be... an octopus ghost or something. I don't know. The light inside is too dim and I can't see clearly."

Steve walked forward, and Stark chased after him, waving his arms and describing what he saw.

"That thing stretched out from the second row. From the shadow on the side of the seat, it gradually condensed into a tentacle in the air, and then touched the passenger in front."

"That thing is so flexible, and it even turned in the air. I dare say it is definitely not an Easter egg set on the seat!"

Steve felt familiar when he heard this description, so he said, "Flexible soft tentacles? Could it be that you saw a symbiote?"

"But how can there be..."

Stark choked, and he remembered that there really is one here.

Most of the symbiotes from Klyntar have come to Earth and are now working for SHIELD. A few have gone to the Andromeda Galaxy to cooperate with mutants, and the rest are planning to parasitize agents.

The group of young agents Nick brought with him had already received training on cooperating with symbiotes, and some of them have officially started working. The cooperation between them was very pleasant.

Just when I thought of this, I heard a scream of terror from behind. The superhero instincts of the two made them turn around instantly, and they heard the shouts of the crowd rushing out.

"Oh my god, it's so cool! Did you see that? Those prop tentacles are still fighting! It's like we're at the scene of an octopus war!"

"I touched them, and they were soft and a little sticky, completely different from the metal statues outside. The upgrade of the venue is amazing!"

"Mom! Mom! I want to play again, I want to shake hands with those tentacles, they will shake hands with me, right?"

Then Stark and Steve saw Nick leading a group of young agents out of the exit, obviously they had just finished a round of amusement facilities, and everyone had a tacit smile on their faces.

Bruce, who had just bought a balloon, stopped because he saw a small tentacle swaying on the shoulder of one of the agents. That thing was the same species as the black mud he had encountered before.

Playing ghost in a haunted house?

Bruce suddenly had a bold idea.

So Stark and Steve, who stayed in front of the balloon booth, heard the tourists who walked past them chattering after another round.

"Did you see that? The actor who played the bat was so great. He flew down from the roof in a flash, almost brushing my scalp. It was so exciting!"

"Honey, did you say that his bat-shaped cape is also from the park? Maybe we can buy it in the clothing store on Main Street USA? Let's go and have a look."

"Where is he? Shouldn't the cast and crew come out to interact with us? I have to take a photo with him, don't think I didn't see his handsome chin."

Stark narrowed his eyes slowly.

Standing at the door of the haunted house again, Steve looked at Stark and said, "You don't have to win over others in every aspect, right?"

"Besides, my weapon is a shield, and my uniform is printed with the Stars and Stripes. You are wearing a steel armor, which is harder than the prop statues inside. How can you pretend to be a ghost and scare people?"

Stark rolled his eyes and said, "I have an idea, but let's go eat something first."

The two also did not choose the most famous castle restaurant, but found a fast food restaurant in Liberty Square and sat down.

Steve was actually quite opposed to Stark's choice, because he knew that although Stark liked fast food, the fast food he ate was specially customized and clean, and he might find it difficult to accept real American fast food.

Stark enthusiastically ordered two double cheeseburgers, two large potato wedges, a large box of fried onion rings, two strawberry cinnamon pies, and squeezed half a plate of white sauce and red sauce, and then went to the beverage machine to get two full cups of Coke.

The two sat down in the restaurant. Stark excitedly peeled off the burger wrapper and said, "I'm really a little hungry. I haven't eaten real fast food for a long time. Come on, let's have a good meal and then show off here."

After saying that, he took a bite.

He spit it out the next second.