Night.

The blonde girl walks through the streets at night, surrounded by deep darkness. She tried not to let herself look into the shadows around the empty neighborhood, not to imagine the strange shadows wriggling in the shadows.

If possible, Zola certainly wouldn't want to be alone on the streets at night in Gotham. Everyone knows it's a dangerous city, especially for a young and beautiful single woman.

Unfortunately, tonight was a special situation, and she really didn't have much of an option. A sand sculpture leader in the unit, who is not very good at making it, suddenly slapped his head when he was about to get off work, saying that tomorrow's plan would be changed. There is a way that it is difficult for subordinates to deal with as soon as the leader speaks, and Zola has to work overtime until midnight before going home at this point.

Night roads are indeed adventurous. But it was her first time, and she thought it might not be a problem to walk at night once in a while.

Apparently, she was naïve.

She heard footsteps.

Zora stopped and turned her head to look behind her.

Empty.

It was still an empty street, not half a ghost. The jagged buildings in the darkness seem to be abandoned, and the silhouettes look grotesque and hideous, reminiscent of the mysterious and terrifying legends that have accompanied the city for hundreds of years.

The footsteps seemed to stop.

Zola turned and walked on, footsteps ringing again. But when I looked around, there was still no one around.

A great sense of fear came over me, as if some monstrous monster was approaching in the darkness with its teeth and claws. She spread her footsteps, turned her head and ran with all her might. The footsteps then turned into running, and they followed her like a shadow.

Fear overwhelmed her. Zola doesn't remember how she got here, but when she came to her senses, she was in the abandoned building.

Gotham is filled with abandoned buildings and warehouses, and any ordinary citizen knows to stay away from them. Because most of them are accompanied by legends such as ghosts, ghosts, or owls.

Zola ducked into a cobweb-covered room and locked the rusty but fortunately useful lock. These movements had almost drained the last of her strength, and she slumped against the door, gasping violently.

The footsteps stopped. After two minutes of silence, she began to wonder if it was just her hallucination. Most paranormal events end up with a similar conclusion, probably just because she was too tired from working during the day, and her tired brain was scaring herself.

But the thought vanished the moment the axe broke through the door panel.

She couldn't control her mouth to let out the sharpest screams, and her body reflexively moved away from the door. An axe broke open the door domineeringly, and a burly shadow could be faintly seen in the darkness through the crack, wearing a hockey mask, and constantly wielding the heavy axe in his hand, swinging it towards the old wooden door again and again.

The colossal fear instantly made Zora almost numb. In a trance, she seemed to become Wendy Torrance in "The Shining", desperate and helpless as the last line of defense to protect herself was broken little by little, and every second was closer to death.

Then a hand fell on her shoulder.

Zola exclaimed again, scurrying away like a frightened rabbit in the opposite direction. When I turned my head, I saw that in this room where there should have been only me, a second person appeared behind me at some point.

A man covered in some sort of exoskeleton metal, painted red and silver, with a striking blue crystal on his chest.

For some reason, it was clearly a cold mechanical body, but the moment I saw him, I felt inexplicable...... How reassuring is it?

She remembered, as if she had seen it on some weird talk website. Just like Batman, he is a mysterious being that has recently been active in urban legends.

The poster on the forum refers to him as "Ultraman".

"Stand back, ma'am."

Shen You, who was dressed in battle armor, stepped forward calmly, pinched the handle, and directly tore off the door lock with a click.

The door was pulled open. The man in the hockey mask outside the door was holding an axe in both hands in a gesture of preparation, as if he never expected the door to open. He landed with an axe, slamming it on the iron skull of the mobile armor.

Sparks flew, and the axe spun around like a dart. The masked man held the half-cut axe handle in his hand, and his eyes under the mask blinked twice, and he looked a little blankly at the armor in front of him, which did not even leave a single scratch.

Then he silently hid the remaining half of the axe in his hand behind his back.

“...... I'm sorry. He shrank his head and said weakly.

Shen You punched casually, and the masked man flew directly down the corridor to the end with a bang, his back hit the wall cracked, and he lay motionless on the ground.

Knock knock knock......

There was a knock on the door.

The darkness seemed to have become thicker, and there was not a single light source in the abandoned building. There was a strange knock on the door as if it were coming from all directions, and there was no way to find your way.

"Here we go again!" Zola hugged her chest nervously, "It was footsteps before, and it's this again...... I knew there was something wrong with this place in Gotham! There must be ghosts in this place......"

Ghosts?

Shen You was very emotionally stable.

In his previous life, he had been a staunch atheist and had never believed in strange powers. But it also depends on which world it is in.

In the past, the worldview had a strict rule that "after the founding of the country, you are not allowed to become a fine", and he firmly believed that it was no problem, but after all, he was now in DC. What stands out in this world is that everything is possible. What aliens, Cthulhu, traditional ghosts, monsters, demon gods, everything.

It's good that he's Ultraman.

The richness of Ultraman's worldview is not necessarily worse than DC's, and basically everything appears in TV dramas, both scientific and unscientific.

Just Tsuburaya's gang under the banner of sub-supply but never changing their minds to think about the whole horror movie all day long, the various childhood shadows on the set of Showa Ao together form a colorful pair of children's insoles. In such a situation, Ultraman's predecessors were also forced to fight various ghosts and ghosts, and there were even exorcism methods that the seniors had summed up based on their experience in the Kohwang no Kuni course.

Shen You has taken relevant courses based on his interest, and he should summarize it in two sentences incisively.

There's no goblin that Spice can't solve.

If there is, then two.

There's no way, our country of light's skills point to technology, not metaphysics. It would be too embarrassing for them to do some kind of serious exorcism.

It's too complicated, they don't understand it, and they won't. But as the so-called equivalence and justice, the truth is everywhere within the range. Ultraman pays attention to a physical transcendence, and the 500,000-degree Spinseum has to stop going down to Satan.

Knock knock knock......

The knock on the door sounded again in the darkness, echoing through the dark corridors, looking dark and eerie.

Shen You didn't say a word, raised his palm, and his palm lit up with blue light.

A beam of light pierced the darkness like a sword of the world, sweeping along the entire corridor of the abandoned building.

Boom Boom Boom –

An exaggerated series of explosions, and the door panels of the rooms along the way exploded one after another. The domineering light broke through the road ahead, blasting through almost an entire floor, scorching a path that churned with heat.

Behind a shattered door along the way, a figure scorched black by the heat wave stood there, blinking twice in confusion, and holding its right hand in the air as if it was about to knock on the door.

However, the door in front of him was gone, so the black posture of raising his hands suddenly looked quite awkward.

Zora sat down on the floor behind her, looking at the steel back in front of her, her expression complicated and speechless.

It was still scary a minute ago.

It feels like I've strayed into some kind of horror set, and I'm the passerby cannon fodder used to set off the atmosphere in the classic scenes.

Now, just a minute later, the style of painting has changed abruptly. Not only did the horror in my heart disappear in an instant, but I even felt a little happy when I looked at the embarrassing POSE of the knocker.

Then she came to her senses.

It turned out to be from horror movies to comedies......

...... There's an Ultraman in the middle.