Superman's Ending Manual

July 6, at 8:30 in the evening, the No. 7 Viaduct around Beijing.

The brightly lit city failed to bring any light to this lonely viaduct. From a distance, it looked like a cemetery built in mid-air, and the street lights were like fluorescent tombstones.

The Dice Monster sat on the railing of the viaduct, shaking his legs slightly and humming a song. Sometimes he raised his empty eyes and looked quietly at the Hongdeng Commercial District in the distance.

He also held a hot dog bun in his hand, and his fingers slowly rubbed the plastic wrapper, making a slightly harsh sound.

Zhila~

Zhila~

After a while, a strange figure came slowly from the distance on the black clouds and approached the No. 7 viaduct. The cold moonlight intertwined with the flickering lights, slowly illuminating her figure.

She was wearing a long silver and white metal trench coat, a monkey mask on her face, the pupils behind her eyes were glowing scarlet, and a silver-white hood covered the top of her head.

"You really can't sit still if you don't do something at the end of the day, right?"

Black Goku asked angrily.

Hearing this, the gray figure sitting bent over in the corner of the viaduct lowered his head, tore off the wrapping paper with one hand, raised the other hand, and waved to her.

It said without looking back: "How could it be? It seems we haven't seen each other for three days, Miss Sun Wukong. Is it like I said, your brother will be in trouble on July 4th?"

"But you didn't tell me that my brother is a dragon."

The Dice Monster said solemnly: "Everything must retain a sense of mystery. The most important thing in communication between people is mystery. If that sense of mystery is missing, all relationships in the world will lose what they should be." charm."

"Forget it, let's not talk about Yongzhu first, why are you looking for me this time?" Black Wukong asked.

"Oh, so I'm looking for you?"

With that said, the Dice Monster tore off the wrapping paper and put the hot dog bun into his mouth.

Black Wukong asked as he walked down from the somersault cloud: "Does throwing the dice there count as the secret code you gave me? I think it's not necessary. You can send me a text message next time. There is no need to affect others."

"Are you a little pretentious?"

Black Wukong was silent for a moment, tilted his hooded head, and said coldly: "You really deserve a beating."

"Didn't you see that I just asked a band of the dead to dance there? It was so lively, the flashlights were clicking, and everyone was laughing so happily."

The dice geek said, taking a bite of the hot dog bun and swallowing it wholeheartedly, making a "gurgling" sound.

He swallowed the bread as hard as he could, then raised a finger, "You know, all surprises are based on a certain sense of contrast - when I told them I was going to carry out a terrorist attack in the Beijing Tower, they screamed Before the countdown ended, a cute child fell to the ground, thinking he couldn't run away, and suddenly raised his eyes with tears in his eyes. Discovering that... his favorite singer appeared in front of him and sang that old song with a strong sense of the times in front of him. What a great gift, I think he will remember it for the rest of his life. "

"What a bad taste..."

Black Wukong said and was silent for a moment, "You can't control your dice. How do you know it must be the band? If you summon a natural disaster, how many people will suffer?"

"No, no, I can actually control my dice."

After saying that, the dice weirdo threw away the wrapping paper in his hand and watched it flutter in the wind and fall into the neon city.

"Are you sure?" Black Wukong asked.

"Of course, at least now you can choose the outcome you want, well...but not all of those options are good."

Black Wukong crossed his shoulders and clamped the golden cudgel on his crossed arms. "Let's trust you for now, but if you really do something that crosses the line one day, I will be the first to arrest you."

The dice monster turned to look at her: "You still don't trust me enough. You don't have to wear this suit at all. It would be nice to wear a cute skirt. I like cute girls."

Black Goku lowered his head and said, "What if someone else comes to you besides me, like... the magical girl Ashes."

"So, you don't deny that you would wear a cute dress to see me if there was no one else?"

Black Wukong sighed: "If you say that again, I will beat you to death with a stick."

"Sorry, sorry." The dice weirdo smiled and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Speaking of which, why would anyone else come to me? Why don't you look at how peaceful I am lately?"

"Peace?" Black Wukong paused, "You mean to harass the vigilantes who just showed up in the name of 'making friends'?"

"Please, everyone says that I am their good neighbor and the big brother who regularly performs charity music shows every night in Huanjing Square."

The Dice Monster looked at Black Wukong with increasingly cold eyes, so he had to sigh and change his words: "Hey... I'm really just making friends. I didn't hurt anyone else, right?"

As he spoke, he licked his fingers that were still stained with ketchup, "Didn't you notice that they chased me and beat me every time?"

"Your mugshot is still hanging on the association's official website. If they don't chase you, who will they chase?"

"It's true, this society just likes to label people. In fact, I am not a criminal, but an artist, an artist who has been too misunderstood."

Black Wukong lost his temper with this wrangling guy, so he sat next to the dice monster and looked at the distant city from the viaduct with him.

She said: "Don't talk nonsense. I saw the news that day. Why did you provoke the vigilante named Blue Owl? You were still so aboveboard, as if... you wanted other people to know."

"It seems like you are jealous?"

When Black Wukong heard this, he instantly raised his golden cudgel and pressed it against the dice monster's neck. Silent, with a look on his face that if you continue to talk rubbish like this, I will beat you to death with a stick.

"Well, that guy's name is Blue Owl. You should be interested in him."

"What's the meaning?"

The Dice Monster said slowly: "Let's keep this mystery for now. It won't be fun if the answer is revealed too soon."

Black Wukong frowned at first, and then quickly responded: "You don't want to say... that blue owl is the same person around me as the magical girl Ashes, right?"

"Oh, have you discovered all this?"

As he said that, the dice weirdo lowered his face, and his tone gradually became a bit joking: "Well, it's really boring. It's really difficult to lie to you now. After all, there's a precedent... Then I'll just say it, Lan The owl is next to you, maybe your classmate, your friend, your neighbor..."

Having said this, it paused slightly and grinned, "Or maybe he is your family member?"

Hearing this, Black Wukong slightly raised the corners of his mouth behind the mask, then opened his mouth to retort, saying that when the blue owl appeared, our whole family was still having a family meeting. You must have fooled the wrong person this time.

But the next second, she froze slightly in place.

Because she suddenly recalled that the day when the blue owl made its debut in the public eye happened to be the night before yesterday.

At that time, she was having a family meeting with her eldest brother and the others in Yongzhu's room.

And in that meeting, the only people who were not present at home were... dad, mom, and Akeno.

But both my father and mother were traveling in London, and they also posted a scenery photo in the family group that day, so it couldn't be them.

After such screening, only one person did not know what he was doing at that time.

A name... that Bai Qiuwu never thought would be related to these things.

——Ke Mingye.

Thinking of this, the fiery golden eyes behind Bai Qiuwu's mask opened slightly, and the red gold flame burning in the pupils flickered on and off.

"Akenye...how is that possible?"

She pondered for a moment, turned to look at the dice weirdo, and asked almost every word: "Are you sure you are not kidding me?"

"Are you kidding me? You can find out if you find out for yourself?"

The dice weirdo shook his head and said quietly.

Black Wukong lowered his head, his eyes moving behind the mask. She was silent for a long time: "If you dare to lie to me, then I will make you pay the price... Do you understand?"

"Why have you already confirmed that it's him? Maybe I'm talking about your old father. A middle-aged man who has been severely disciplined by his wife for decades suddenly suffered from secondary disease and wanted to save the world, so he put on a suit Isn’t it reasonable to put on a crappy superhero suit and use a voice changer to become a vigilante?”

The dice weirdo said, raised his hand, gently grasped the golden cudgel that Bai Qiuwu placed on its neck, and slowly pushed it forward.

Then he turned around and stood up from the railing.

The next moment, it lowered its face, raised its hands high and leaned back, slowly falling towards the neon-lit city.

"It's fun to find out the answer yourself... isn't it?"

As the words fell, its body gradually cracked in mid-air, and finally turned into a burst of fire and rose into the air, followed by eerie laughter that resounded in the night sky.

Bai Qiuwu sat alone on the bridge railing, her head lowered, and she was silent for a long, long time. The evening breeze over the city gently blew her face, which was so piercing.

Twenty minutes later, at the door of Bake's house.

Bai Qiuwu entered the password into the electronic lock, opened the door, and saw Ke Yinzhi, Ke Youqing, Ke Mingye, and Ke Xiaomo sitting in front of the TV, watching the TV.

"Next, a news bulletin will be inserted. Just now, the Japanese Super Hero Association branch released a shocking news. The quasi-A-class hero-Kimeikaze Samurai suffered an assassination and unfortunately passed away. This incident is suspected to be related to the anti-superhuman race. The Japanese police and the Super Hero Association solemnly promise to do their best to track down the murderer and seek justice for Ji Feng Samurai.”

"A week later, Japanese officials will hold a solemn mourning ceremony in Tokyo. Relatives of Samurai Himikaze will be invited to attend, and the Japanese Prime Minister will personally express condolences. The following is the original Japanese official video."

“At this sad moment, we express our deep sympathy and condolences to the family of Samurai Himifu, and call on all citizens to pass on the legacy and spirit of Samurai Himifu, a young hero, and work together for a better future. Work hard. Let us pay our highest respect to this superhero who has made great contributions to the country and is deeply loved by the people..."

On the TV, the host was broadcasting a piece of news about the superheroes in Japan.

Ke Mingye raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Let me go...what's going on? How do I remember that this Ji Feng warrior was still alive and kicking yesterday?"

Ke Xiaomo hugged his shoulders and said expressionlessly: "Superheroes are like this. The more conspicuous they are, the easier they are to be targeted. Not to mention the prevalence of gangs and anti-superhuman organizations in Japan."

Ke Youqing did not participate in this topic. He just stood up from the sofa in silence, said, "The world is going downhill. You should pay more attention to safety when you go out in the future," and went up to the second floor.

Ke Yinzhi was holding a beverage bottle and said casually, "The Japanese Superhero Association is expected to change drastically. I have the impression that this Jifeng warrior has a high status in the Japanese Association. The big shots over there have poured a lot of resources into him, wanting to support him to become a new generation of leaders, but I didn't expect him to end up like this."

As he said, he took a sip of the drink, "This Jifeng warrior seemed to have participated in the United Nations conference as a new era representative of the Japanese Association half a year ago. He obviously has no strength, but he speaks arrogantly." At this point, his The corners of his mouth slightly raised, "What a pity, the more arrogant you are, the faster you die."

Ke Mingye glanced at him and said with emotion: "You are so understanding, big brother."

Ke Xiaomo said lightly: "Contemporary college students are like this, they like to search for some news on the Internet, and then pretend to understand me."

Hearing this, Ke Yinzhi chuckled softly and said unhappily: "Do you really want to insult me ​​like this, classmate Xiaomo."

Bai Qiuwu stopped at the door, looked at the three people on the sofa from behind for a while, then closed the door, slowly sat down next to Ke Mingye, and picked up the phone.

Her mind was a little heavy, and even her breathing was a little slow. From time to time, she raised her eyes, looked at Ke Mingye's profile with her peripheral vision, and then quietly retracted her gaze.

"Mingye is the blue owl, no, how is this possible?" She thought, "Am I fooled by that weird thing again... But it seems that it has never deceived me... Forget it, forget it, just pay more attention to Mingye."

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