"Ahh Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Thor shouted quietly as he stared at the computer screen in front of him.

A small dense message appeared on the screen, and where Thor hovered over it, it was written in English: "Yuri Harold -- Professor of Chemical Engineering -- Columbia University." ”

There are many similar links below this message, and a window frame with a photo will pop up when you hover over it, and Saul is naturally browsing the official website of Columbia University in New York.

Since the target is scientists, professors on college campuses are of course listed by Saul as the top targets, and Columbia University is located in New York, which is exactly where he currently is.

"It's still a bit of a distance from here to Manhattan, though, and Eddie doesn't have a ......car," Sol muttered to himself, worried about his future mobility.

He couldn't just go to Columbia University once, after all, he had to do research and prepare all kinds of countermeasures, and his goal would not be just on the chemistry professor named "Yuri", so he would definitely travel around New York City very often in the future.

And not having a car would make it very inconvenient for him.

"Where do I get the money to get a car?" Thor stared at the computer screen, according to his plan, he couldn't continue to live in the dormitory, although the other roommate seemed to be away for many years, but he was better off on his own.

So he needed to rent a house, and then he needed a car, which meant he needed a quick way to get his money, because he wasn't going to stay here for long, the situation on the Wotan continent was unstable, and the people of Cervero had just calmed down.

Thor just wanted to take advantage of this gap and hand over the work to Diana and them, and he would come out to collect a group of talents himself, but he didn't plan to stay here for long.

Looking out the window at the pitch-black night, Saul's mind came up with memories that belonged to Eddie, like a thunderbolt that pierced the night sky, suddenly waking him up, and in an instant he thought of a way to make money.

"Yes—I'm the Son of God, and what better way to make money than to receive offerings from believers?"

A smile tugged at the corner of Thor's mouth, and although he didn't have any followers in this world right now, he believed that a large number of his loyal followers would soon appear.

Raising his hand to close the computer, Thor pulled a black hooded sweatshirt from the hanger next to the single bed, followed the gloves on his body, changed the brown shorts on his legs into black trousers, stepped on the canvas shoes under the bed, Thor grabbed the black cat by the neck and lifted it up.

"Let's go, don't mess up everything in this house, let's go out. Ignoring the black cat's resistance, he walked out of the house.

Outside the house was a not-so-spacious hallway, illuminated by the dazzling white light of the incandescent lamps overhead, loud music and shouts came from the other rooms, and Thor could even hear the wheezing of men and women exercising.

I don't know which dorms have parties in the house.

Thor put down the black cat, pulled up the hood at the back of his head, put it on his head, and slowly walked out of the dormitory with his hands in his trouser pockets.

The New York Art Institute is located in the Brooklyn borough, where people of all races live with strong ethnic characteristics, and at the same time, ethnic diversity is accompanied by a certain degree of chaos, and the streets of Brooklyn at night are not very safe.

Thor walked out of the school gate with his head down, turned left onto a main street, and the black cat followed closely behind him like a kitten he raised, and Thor could telepathically receive the black cat's complaints:

"Hey, Thor I think you should stop and let me stay on your shoulder for a while, it's too tiring to walk like this. ”

God knows why a system still feels tired, Thor despises the system's blatant laziness, and besides, walking on the street with a cat on his shoulder or something is still too eye-catching, so he didn't stop.

Skirting a block, he soon came to an inaccessible alley, the dim light of the streetlamps cast, and there were only two people in the alley who were leaning against the shadows and talking, Thor couldn't see their faces clearly, but he could clearly feel that the two were looking at him as he arrived.

In Add's memory, it was a gathering place for occult enthusiasts, or rather a gathering place for a group of fanatical men.

Some of them worship Satan, some love so-called witchcraft from Indians or Africa, and some are convinced that there are demons, ghosts and other magical creatures in this world.

Add had been here once, but he hadn't been here a second time since the atmosphere was so frightening and he had only known about it a while ago.

"Hey, what are you doing?" asked as Thor turned left to push open a door in the shadows, and the two men on the other side of the alley finally stood up straight from the wall they were leaning against and walked out, staring at Thor and asking.

Saul then saw that both men were white, they were wearing dark gray sports coats, colorful tattoos that extended to their necks, and one of them also had tattoos on his face, and pierced rings on his nose and lips, which looked very strange.

At this moment, the two of them slowly walked towards Thor, looking at him warily.

"Ah—I'm here for a party—" Thor slowly removed his hood, looked up into the other's eyes, and spoke in a strange, misty tone.

"Party ——?" The two of them looked at each other for a moment, for some reason, unnaturally relaxed, and when they heard that the other party was coming to the party, the two of them looked at each other and said to Sol:

"There's no party here, okay, we're in the wrong place, it's time to go-"

Thor stared at the man without blinking, and continued to speak in a strange tone, "Oh? But I'm really here for the party—your bluffing stuff won't work for me. ”

A look of embarrassment appeared on the face of the man wearing the nose ring, and there was a trace of strangeness in his heart, if he might have driven people away as usual, where would he be so verbose here, he looked at his companion, and actually said:

"Uh-well, since you're here for the party, where's your 'invitation'?"

Thor saw that the pupils of both of them contracted together, and the expression on his face became more and more dazed and numb, and he knew in his heart that the hypnotism had taken effect, so he no longer induced more, but directly stretched out his empty palm and said to them:

"No—the invitation is here. ”

The man with his face covered with lip rings and nose rings blankly reached out and took a cloud of air from Thor's hand, and actually looked at it as if it were looking, and then said to him in a flat tone, without any waves, like a robot:

"Well, it looks like you're really the one who was invited, why don't you come early, I think the party has started, you can get in quickly. ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and opened the twin iron-clad doors for Thor.