Horror Movie Set Cannon Fodder Group

Chapter 68 Horror Movie Set Cannon Fodder Group

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

"No problem, sir."

Shen You stood in his underground laboratory and fiddled with the projected image on the suspended screen for a few seconds, and a brand new folder was created.

While browsing through the other newly created to-do items, I suddenly realized that I had unknowingly dug so many holes in my life.

As the saying goes, "If you dig a hole but don't fill it, it will grow back in the spring breeze." The list is getting longer and longer, with new items like equipment upgrades, learning Kryptonian technology, daily training and ability development, and research into methods to adapt to and counter magic, etc.

Thinking about it this way, life really is fulfilling.

"The search for the girl named 'Rachel Ross,' which you previously requested, has yielded preliminary results. You might want to take a look," Pal reminded him.

"Of course, let's take a look first."

Shen You casually tossed aside the new project interface and unfolded the matters that Pal had handed him.

The Three Palaces were considered a threat from the magical side, falling under the old wizard's jurisdiction. Shen You consulted the old man, who confidently stated that no matter how powerful the demon was, as long as it was on the other side of the dimension, he could ensure it couldn't cross over—provided he controlled the portal.

"Rachel Ross, how come there are so many Rachel Rosss?"

Shen You was slightly surprised to see the densely marked files on the screen. But then he thought about it and realized it made sense; these were fairly common names. After all, there's no issue of ID usage when choosing a name, so having a few extra is normal.

Going through them one by one is too much trouble. If only there were another way to pinpoint the Rachel he's looking for.

It really does.

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

Thanks to his racial talent of being reborn as an Ultraman, his brain is like a supercomputer with built-in memory retrieval. With just a thought based on keywords, he can quickly recall even a manga setting he's only glanced at once.

The raven's mother, the woman who was nearly led astray by the Sangokushi and committed a world-ending mistake, was named Angela. Adding this limiting factor should significantly narrow down the scope.

Sure enough, the search area was quickly narrowed down to one person, and that person was in Gotham.

Rachel Ross, a sixteen-year-old girl from Gotham Heights High School, is in the class of...

Hmm? This class number seems familiar... somewhere before?

Shen You was taken aback.

Kara's classmate?

"Rachel, may I call you Raven?"

Kara walked along, glancing at the girl beside her.

She was a remarkably beautiful girl, with fair skin and delicate features. In fact, she was perhaps a little too fair, even appearing somewhat pale. Her dark eyes beneath long eyelashes held a touch of mystery, and she had short, bluish-black hair, a tall and slender figure—a mysterious girl with a somewhat gothic air.

"Mm." The girl nodded.

"I heard the building we're going to today is called... the Owl Haunted Building?" Kara asked.

"It's the Court of Owls," a tall boy walking in front said with a smile as he turned around.

His name is Chris, and he's the school bully. His heinous acts include, but are not limited to, snatching balloons from three-year-olds and deflating the air in an eighty-year-old man's wheelchair; he's capable of any evil deed.

And wherever he goes, he's always accompanied by two lackeys, even now.

"Kara, you transferred from out of town, right? There's no one in Gotham who hasn't heard this nursery rhyme."

Chris leaned closer and began to chant softly in an eerie voice.

"Beware of the Court of Owls, they're always watching your every move."

Peeping at Gotham City from the shadows, hidden among low walls and attics.

He is with you in your home, and with you in your bed.

Never mention his name, for claws will bring you your head.

"But I heard it's fake," said his henchman number one.

"Who knows? My grandfather insists it's true, but my dad says it's just for kids. But who knows? Before, everyone thought Batman was fake," Chris said. "The building we're going to today has been abandoned for ten years."

Several people disappeared here years ago; some said it was orchestrated by the courts. But in the end, nothing came of it.

Haha, but don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of. Because I'm here, I'll protect this beautiful lady."

However, when she turned her head, she found that Kara wasn't listening at all and was still trying to start a conversation with the taciturn Raven.

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

"I don't know," Raven shook his head.

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

Chris quickly tried to join the conversation: "Me too, me too! I've always wanted to be a scientist since I was little! What a coincidence, hahaha."

"But I don't want to anymore. Studying and doing research all day is so boring. I like being in the sky; maybe being a flight attendant wouldn't be so bad."

Chris laughed heartily, "That's quite a coincidence, I've always wanted to be a flight attendant since I was a child."

Both henchmen cast strange glances at him: "Boss, this sounds a bit creepy."

Chris turned and glared at them fiercely, and the two of them shrank back and remained silent.

A group of young people quickly arrived outside the abandoned building.

The old, dilapidated building had most of its exterior walls peeling away, revealing a desolate interior. Apart from shards of broken glass, almost no light penetrated the windows. The central staircase in the lobby was rotten and on the verge of collapse. Layers of dust covered the ceiling, and the wallpaper was faded and worn, creating a gloomy and somber atmosphere.

A cool breeze would occasionally drift through the hall, bringing with it eerie creaking sounds from who-knows-where.

The two underlings couldn't help but swallow hard when they saw this scene.

The second underling cautiously looked at Chris: "Hey bro, are we sure we really want to go in? Maybe we should just go home early, wash up, and go to bed."

"Nonsense." Chris glared at him, then lowered his voice to plot, "Did I forget what I told you? Only places like this offer the best opportunity. In this environment, a little intimidation and she'll immediately throw herself at me, won't she?"

The youngest brother muttered weakly, "But what does that have to do with us?"

"Hmm?" Chris narrowed his eyes.

"No, I mean... what if there really is a devil?" The younger brother shuddered. "I've seen cannon fodder in horror movies die like this."

Chris stared at him for a moment with an expression as if he were an idiot.

The younger brother shrank back, not daring to utter another word, and followed him inside.

Meanwhile, none of them noticed.

In a dark corner of an abandoned building, a sinister figure leaned against a window, looking down at the group of young people assembled like cannon fodder from a classic horror movie, and let out a strange, grating laugh.

"We were just worrying about the next batch of offerings, and they just delivered themselves to our door."

He gave a sinister, eerie laugh.

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

(End of this chapter)