Superman's Ending Manual

Ke Mingye swallowed a sip of water, then slowly raised his head and met Ke Xiaomo's gaze.

Staring into those eyes as deep as the night, Ke Mingye was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, looked away, and took a shallow sip of Coke.

He could see that although Ke Xiaomo tried his best to stay calm, his tone and expression were very calm and gentle, just like how he would talk in ordinary times.

But there was still a hidden anger and blame in Ke Xiaomo's eyes.

It was as if a volcano trapped under the ice would erupt at any time, burning away the seemingly solid and calm layer of ice.

The two brothers sat on a public wooden chair, looking away from each other, and remained silent for a long time. All I could hear was the chirping of cicadas on the trees and the sound of fans spinning from the supermarket.

Ke Xiaomo sat on a public wooden chair with his waist hunched over. He put his hands together and his eyes moved slightly. The pale light from inside the supermarket shrouded his profile.

After a while, Ke Mingye put down the bottle of Coke on the chair and broke the dead silence in a low voice.

"Do you still remember what you said at that breakfast shop?"

Ke Xiaomo remained silent and just nodded.

Ke Mingye lowered his eyes and continued: "You seem to have said that if I really want to be a superhero, you will support me."

"No, I just hoped that I could induce you to tell the truth to me, but you didn't."

"How can I say it?"

The corners of Ke Xiaomo's eyes twitched slightly. He stared at the ground, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Then it turns out... the blue owl is you, right?"

Ke Mingye remained silent, then raised his right index finger.

He used up all the solar energy accumulated in the "Solar Punch" in the Linjiang Business District. It will take some time to restore it to 100%. Currently, only 3% is left.

But this 3% was enough to spark a flame on his right index finger.

He pointed his fingertips upward, and warm firelight burst out from his fingertips. Scattered sparks splashed out like hand-held fireworks that burned when he was a child.

Ke Xiaomo stared at this scene blankly, looking at the flickering flame rising from Ke Mingye's fingertips.

Then he looked away, his chest twitching violently.

In fact, Ke Xiaomo has already been mentally prepared.

Whether it was the diary found under Ke Mingye's bed, or the hints given by the dice weirdo, or even the sense of disobedience he felt from Mingye a few weeks ago, they all clearly pointed to something happening to Ke Mingye. kind of change.

But despite this, he still vaguely and stubbornly held on to an unrealistic expectation in his heart.

He hoped that Akeno could give a good reason to refute that the contents in the diary were not true.

To refute that his conjecture was wrong.

But the result was not what he expected. Faced with his questions, Ke Mingye's explanation was full of loopholes, and almost none of it made sense. On the contrary, it further proved that the contents in the diary were true.

If after this, Ke Xiaomo still refused to let go of his self-deception, holding tightly to the last glimmer of hope in his heart, unwilling to give up.

Well, the moment he saw the scene before him, the last glimmer of hope in his heart was shattered.

He hissed deeply, and the cold air pierced into his lungs like a sharp gouge, causing his brain to tremble and his clenched fingers to tremble.

Ke Xiaomo lowered his head, his dark eyes shrouded in the shadow of his forehead, and complex light flowing in his pupils.

His younger brother, Ke Mingye, is the superhero "Blue Owl".

That ignorant imitator of Blue Crow.

That fledgling, ignorant...superhero.

The one who is likely to attract watchmakers...a moth to the fire.

His anger reached the extreme, but Ke Xiaomo couldn't help but chuckle softly, with self-mockery.

"So what do you want to do? Tell my parents about me and let them stop me?" Ke Mingye said, "Or, let's get my eldest brother to stop me."

As he spoke, he paused for a while, and then continued: "But all of this is meaningless. I told you directly, there is no way I will give up."

"Why?" Ke Xiao asked in a low voice with a hoarse voice, "Compared with your family, do you think being a superhero is more important? Is it just for your vanity... just to show off in front of your classmates, or to let those who look down on you Are your people impressed by you? Do you really think...that these things are worth risking your life to become a hero?"

"No, I don't want to be a superhero for vanity."

Ke Mingye stared into Ke Xiaomo's eyes, shook his head gently, and spoke calmly.

"Is that for the Blue Crow?"

"No, he's part of the reason why I'm a hero."

"You have no idea how dangerous what you are doing is." Ke Xiaomo said word by word, "It is dangerous enough to kill you a thousand times, ten thousand times, or even more..."

"Even so, I will do it."

"Why?"

"No reason, I just want to do it." Ke Mingye said, "If I have the ability to do something but fail to do it, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

He paused: "A long time ago, when I was still in that orphanage, I watched my only friend die at the hands of superhuman criminals. I was thinking at that time, if there was a chance, then I would Never give up on becoming a hero."

"But you can't even protect yourself." Ke Xiaomo said in a deep voice.

"Why do you think so?"

"Do you know what happened to the last imitator of Qing Ya?"

"I know."

"Gray Pigeon, he was cut into 24 pieces by the watchmaker and hung on the rooftop of Chao Ying Building."

"It's 23 pieces." Ke Mingye corrected him, "and it's not hung on the rooftop of Chao Ying Building, it's hung under the high-altitude work platform of Chao Ying Building."

His voice was as calm as well water, without any fluctuation, let alone fear.

"Anyone who has anything to do with Qing Ya may be targeted by the Clock Watcher. This is why Qing Ya has been fighting alone for many years. He doesn't want the people around him to repeat the same mistakes."

Ke Xiaomo paused for a moment and said as calmly as possible, "Since the Clock Watcher will attack the Gray Pigeon, he is very likely to attack you."

"I know."

Ke Xiaomo's mouth twitched slightly, and then he turned his head and looked at him: "You know? Do you hope that Xiao Ni, Xiao Ling, Yong Zhu and others will see your body hanging high for people to appreciate?!"

"That won't happen."

"You are too naive."

"I have confidence."

Ke Xiaomo took a deep breath, and then his voice gradually became colder, no longer pretending to be gentle , "You know, the watchman only needs one finger to crush you to death... tear you into pieces, and then let the whole world see your end."

"So what?"

"So, you still insist on doing this?"

"Because I want to be a hero, a real hero." Ke Mingye said, "Qing Ya will find me. If the watchman comes, I will defeat the watchman with him."

"It's just... hopeless."

Ke Mingye took a long breath, and said calmly: "You are my brother, I hope you can support me. But this does not mean that I will let you influence my own ideas."

As the two were talking, the elevator on the first floor of the duplex apartment building opposite the supermarket suddenly opened, and then a clear figure walked out of it and walked slowly over.

Bai Qiuwu, wearing a hoodie, looked up from the mobile phone screen and cast a confused look at the two people sitting on the public wooden chairs.

"What are you talking about here? Your expression looks like you are constipated."

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