American Comics: I, Yang Jian, Double Wear Lottery

(Marvel + DC + Mysterious Resurrection + Double Wear + American Comics) My name is Yang Jian. When you read this sentence, I am already dead. Just kidding. My name is Yang Jian. When you read this sentence, I am still alive, but I don't know how long I can live. Of course, I must clarify that I am not the "leg brother" who holds a spear and walks in the ghost world. I am just an unlucky guy with the same name and surname as him, an ordinary social beast who used to eat instant noodles in a rental house. Three days ago I was staying up late and working overtime, but three days later I was standing in the back alley of Marvel New York, with my left eye able to see the date of death of others, holding in my hand a piece of hemp rope that had just hung the Green Goblin from the street lamp, and in front of me was Spider-Man's shocked and deformed face. A system called "Supernatural Shuttler" hit me on the head, saying that I could freely travel between the Marvel and DC universes, and could also fish out various supernatural items from the lottery pool that did not follow the laws of physics - ghost ropes, ghost mirrors, music boxes, ghost porcelain, and even the legendary ghost eyes. Sounds cool, right? But the rules of the system were very messed up. I had just finished killing the Green Goblin in seconds, and after a thirty-second countdown, I was forcibly thrown into the crime alley of Gotham City. With the bat light above my head, the system coldly said: Please host survive in Gotham for twenty-four hours. Where in Gotham? That's Arkham Asylum, where the clown can blow up three buildings when he goes out to buy groceries! And now I have to rely on my left eye that can predict death and a hemp rope that wants to backfire on its owner at any time, to survive in the gap between these two extremely dangerous universes. Draw, shuttle, don't die. My name is Yang Jian. If you see a clown being hanged with a hemp rope on the news, don't say it was me.