I become light in American comics

At night.

The blonde girl walked down the night street, surrounded by deep darkness. She tried not to look at the shadows around the deserted neighborhood and imagine that there were weird shadows crawling in the shadows.

Zola certainly wouldn't want to be alone on the streets of Gotham at night if possible. Everyone knows this is a city full of dangers, especially for a young, beautiful, single woman.

Unfortunately, tonight was a special situation and she really didn't have much choice. A certain leader in the unit who was not very smart suddenly slapped his forehead as he was about to get off work and said that he had to change the plan for the next day. Zheng Youdao said that when a leader opens his mouth, subordinates become difficult to deal with. Zola had to work overtime until midnight, and did not go home until this time.

The road at night is indeed adventurous. But this was her first time, and she thought it might not be a problem to just walk at night once in a while.

Clearly, she was naive.

She heard footsteps.

Zola stopped and turned to look behind her.

Empty.

The streets were still empty, not a ghost in sight. The jagged buildings in the darkness seem to be abandoned, and their outlines look weird and ferocious, making people involuntarily think of the various mysterious and terrifying legends that have been associated with this city for hundreds of years.

The footsteps seemed to have stopped.

Zola turned around and continued walking, and the footsteps sounded again. But looking around, there was still no one around.

A great sense of fear came over me, as if there was some kind of ferocious monster approaching in the darkness with its claws and fangs. She spread her steps, turned around and ran with all her strength. The footsteps suddenly turned into running, following her closely.

Fear overwhelmed her. Zola didn't remember how she got here, but when she came to her senses, she had already arrived in this abandoned building.

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

Zola hid in a room covered with cobwebs and locked the rusty but luckily useful door lock. These movements almost drained her of the last bit of strength. She leaned against the door limply and began to breathe heavily.

The footsteps stopped. After two minutes of silence, she began to suspect that maybe it was just her hallucination. Most paranormal incidents will end with a similar conclusion. It may be that she was too tired from work during the day, and her tired brain was scaring herself.

But this thought disappeared the moment the ax broke through the door panel.

She couldn't control her mouth to let out the sharpest scream, and her body moved away from the door like a conditioned reflex. An ax broke open the door arrogantly. From the crack, a burly shadow could be seen in the darkness, wearing a hockey mask. He kept swinging the heavy ax in his hand, swinging at the old wooden door again and again.

The huge fear instantly made Zola almost numb. In a trance, she seemed to have become Wendy Torrance in "The Shining", watching desperately and helplessly as the last line of defense that protected her was broken bit by bit, and she was getting closer to death every second.

Then a hand fell on her shoulder.

Zola exclaimed again and ran away in the opposite direction like a frightened rabbit. Turning around, he saw a second person appearing behind him in the room where he was supposed to be alone.

A man covered in some kind of exoskeleton metal, painted in 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 a little at ease?

She remembered it and seemed to have seen it on a ghost talk website. Just like Batman, he is a mysterious being who has been active in urban legends recently.

Posters on the forum call him "Ultraman."

"Stand back, ma'am."

Wearing armor, Shen You calmly stepped forward, squeezed the handle, and snapped the door lock with a click.

The door was opened. The man wearing a hockey mask outside the door was holding an ax in both hands, ready to swing it, as if he never expected the door to open. He dropped the ax smoothly and hit the iron head of the mobile suit with a loud bang.

Sparks flew and the ax whirled like a dart. The masked man was holding only half of the ax handle in his hand. His eyes under the mask blinked twice, and he looked blankly at the armor in front of him that didn't even have a scratch.

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

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

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

Boom, boom, boom.

knocking.

The darkness seemed to become more intense, and there was no light source in the abandoned building. The strange knocking on the door seemed to come from all directions, and it was impossible to find the direction.

"Here we go again!" Zola crossed her chest nervously, "It was the footsteps before, and now it's this. I've known for a long time that there's something wrong with this damn place in Gotham! There must be a ghost in this place."

Ghost?

Shen You was emotionally stable.

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

The previous worldview had a strict rule of "no becoming a spirit after the founding of the country" and he firmly believed that there was no problem, but after all, he was now in DC. What stands out in this world is that it is inclusive and everything is possible. There are everything from aliens, Cthulhu, traditional ghosts, weird worlds, and demons.

Fortunately he is Ultraman.

The richness of Ultraman's world view is not necessarily any worse than that of DC. Basically everything, both scientific and unscientific, has appeared in TV series.

Just like Tsuburaya's gang, who are obsessed with the whole life of horror movies under the guise of being submissive, all kinds of childhood shadows on Showa O's set together form a colorful pair of children's insoles. Under such a situation, the Ultraman seniors were also forced to fight against various ghosts and ghosts. The Kingdom of Light course even included methods of exorcising ghosts learned by the seniors based on their experience.

Shen You has chosen relevant courses based on his interest, and his personal summary can be summarized in two sentences.

There's no ghost that Spacehum can't take care of.

If so, use two shots.

There is no way, our Kingdom of Light's skills are based on technology, not metaphysics. It would be too difficult for them to do some serious exorcism like chanting sutras and practices.

It’s too complicated and they don’t understand or know how to do it. But as the saying goes, there is truth everywhere within range. Ultraman is all about physical transcendence. Even if Specium, which is 500,000 degrees, goes down to Satan, it will be subdued.

Boom, boom, boom.

The knock on the door sounded again in the darkness, echoing in the dark corridor, looking dark and weird.

Without saying a word, Shen You raised his palm, and a blue light lit up in his palm.

A beam of light pierced the darkness, like a sharp sword from Huise, 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 bright light broke through the path ahead, almost blasting through the entire floor, burning a path filled with roiling heat waves.

Behind a shattered door along the way, a human figure whose whole body was scorched black by the heat wave was standing there blankly, blinking twice in confusion, and raising his right hand in the air as if he was preparing to knock on the door.

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

Zola sat down on the floor behind her, looking at the steel figure in front of her, with a complicated look on her face and she was speechless for a moment.

It was clearly terrifying a minute ago.

It felt like I had mistakenly entered some kind of horror film set, and I was the passerby cannon fodder used to enhance the atmosphere in the classic scenes.

Now, just one minute later, the painting style has changed suddenly. Not only did the terror in my heart disappear in an instant, but I even felt a bit happy when I saw the awkward pose of the guy knocking on the door.

Then she realized.

From horror movie to comedy

There is only one Ultraman missing in the middle.