I become light in American comics

"Pal, create a new project for me and name it 'Anti-Brainiac Protocol'."

"No problem, sir."

Shen You stood in his underground laboratory, fiddled with and edited a few times on the suspended projection screen, and a brand new folder entered the sequence.

By the way, I took a look at the other newly created to-do items, and suddenly realized that I had dug so many holes without even realizing it.

There is a saying that if you dig a hole but don't fill it, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows. There are more and more new projects on the list, such as equipment upgrades, Kryptonian technology learning, own daily training and ability development, research on ways to adapt to and counter magic, etc.

Thinking about it this way, the life is really fulfilling.

"The search for the whereabouts of the girl named 'Rachel Rose' that you told us before has produced preliminary results. Maybe you would like to take a look," Pal reminded.

"Of course, take a look first."

Shen You conveniently pushed aside the new project interface and unfolded the items handed over by Pal.

The Three Palaces are a threat from the magic side, and are considered matters within the scope of the old wizard's responsibilities. Shen You also consulted, and the old man confidently said that no matter how powerful the demon was, as long as he was on the other side of the dimension, he could ensure that the other party couldn't get through - the premise was that the portal must be controlled.

"Rachel Ross, why are there so many Rachel Ross?"

Shen You was a little surprised when he saw the densely packed files marked on the screen. But then I thought about it, it was right, this was a relatively common name. After all, there is no problem of ID occupation when naming, so it is normal to have more.

It’s too troublesome to look through them one by one. If there was another way to lock in the Rachel he was looking for.

There really is.

"Add keywords." Shen You said, "Coming from a single-parent family, the mother's name is most likely Angela Rose."

Thanks to the racial talent of being reborn into the Ultra clan, his brain is like a supercomputer with its own memory retrieval. As long as you think about the keywords, you can quickly think of the comic settings that you have only scanned once.

Raven's mother, the woman who was bewitched by the Three Palaces and almost committed a world-destroying mistake, was named Angela. With this restriction, the scope should be narrowed quite a bit.

Sure enough, the scope was quickly narrowed down to one person, and it was in Gotham.

Gotham Heights Middle School, sixteen-year-old girl, Rachel Ross, class is

Um? Why do I seem to have seen this class number somewhere?

Shen You was stunned.

Kara's classmate?

"Rachel, can I call you Raven?"

Kara looked at the girl next to her as she walked.

She was a pretty girl with fair skin and delicate facial features. In fact, she was probably a little too white, and even looked a little lackluster. Her dark eyes under long eyelashes exude a sense of mystery, with short blue-black hair and a tall and thin figure. She is a mysterious girl with a bit of Gothic style.

"Yeah." The girl nodded.

"I heard that what building is I going to today? The Owl Ghost Building?" Kara asked.

"It's the Court of Owls." A tall boy walking in front said back with a smile.

His name is Chris, and he is the bully in school. His bad behavior includes but is not limited to snatching a three-year-old child's balloon and deflating an 80-year-old man's wheelchair. It can be said that he does all kinds of evil.

And no matter where he goes, he always has two followers with him, including now.

"Kara, you transferred here from out of town, right? There won't be anyone in Gotham who hasn't heard this nursery rhyme."

Chris stepped forward and sang softly in a strange voice.

“Beware of the Court of Owls, always watching your travels.

Peeping at Gotham City from the dark, hidden in the attic with low walls.

He is with you when you are at home, and when you are lying on your bed, he is also there.

Don't even mention his name, the sharp claws will find him. "

"But I heard that it was false." Brother No. 1 behind him said.

"Who knows? My grandfather insisted that it was true, but my father said it was all to fool children, but who knows? Everyone thought Batman was fake before." Chris said, "We are going to The building has been abandoned since ten years ago.

Several people disappeared here many years ago, and some people said it was the court. But in the end it all came to nothing.

Ha, but don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of. Because I am here, I will protect the beautiful lady."

However, when he turned around, he found that Kara was not listening at all, and was still trying to open up the topic with the taciturn Raven.

"What do you want to do in the future?" Kara asked.

"I don't know." Raven shook her head.

"I used to want to be a scientist, like my dad," Kara said.

Chris hurriedly tried to interrupt the topic: "Me too, I have wanted to be a scientist since I was a child! What a coincidence, hahaha."

"But I don't want to do that anymore. It's boring to memorize books and do research all day long. I like to stay in the sky. Maybe being a stewardess would be good too."

Chris laughed: "That's a coincidence. I have always wanted to be a flight attendant since I was a child."

The two younger brothers cast strange looks: "Brother, this sounds a bit perverted."

Chris turned his head and glared at them fiercely, and both of them shrank their heads and remained silent.

Several young people quickly arrived outside the abandoned building.

The old and dilapidated building had most of its exterior walls peeled off, revealing the desolate scene inside. Apart from the broken glass remaining on the windows, almost no light came through. The staircase in the center of the hall was rotten and crumbling. There were layers of dust on the ceiling, the wallpaper was tattered and faded, and the atmosphere was gloomy and gloomy.

From time to time, a cool breeze passes through the hall, bringing strange creaking sounds from nowhere.

The two younger brothers couldn't help but start swallowing their saliva when they saw this scene.

Brother No. 2 looked at Chris cautiously: "Well, brother, are we sure we really want to go in? Why don't we go back early to wash up and sleep today?"

"Nonsense." Chris glared at him, lowered his voice and conspired, "Forgot what I told you? Only places like this are the best opportunities. In this environment, as long as she scares her a little, she won't be there immediately. Take the initiative to throw yourself into your arms?”

Brother No. 1 muttered weakly: "But what does that have to do with us?"

"Huh?" Chris narrowed his eyes.

"Ah no, I mean... what if there really is a devil?" The younger brother trembled, "I've seen the cannon fodder in horror movies given away like this."

Chris stared at him for a moment with an expression that looked like he was retarded.

The younger brother shrank his head and followed him in without daring to say anything.

At the same time, few people noticed.

In a dark corner of the abandoned building, a strange figure leaned against the window, overlooking this group of young people who were the cannon fodder of a classic horror film set, and laughed strangely.

"I was worried about the next batch of sacrifices, but they were delivered directly to my door."

He showed a cold and strange smile.

"Wait, Lord Belial. Fresh blood and sacrifices are already on the way."