Superman's Ending Manual

Because the second brother "Ke Xiaomo" had returned home and for some reason he paid special attention to him, so even when he was alone in the room, Ke Mingye did not dare to act rashly, lest he accidentally leaked any information that was detrimental to him.

After all, according to the information provided by the system, the second brother "Ke Xiaomo" is not only a superhuman with A+ level combat power, but also a ninja who is good at collecting intelligence and detecting the enemy's situation, not to mention "escape into the shadows". BUG is almost impossible to prevent.

Ke Mingye knew that as long as Ke Xiaomo was at home, there might be a pair of eyes observing him in a shadow in the room at any time in the dead of night - the shadow of the desk lamp under the closet, or even him behind him. In the back reflected on the bed board...

Ke Mingye couldn't help but feel his scalp numb just by imagining the picture in his mind, let alone experiencing it personally, so he secretly decided not to stay up late this summer vacation.

Anyway, there was nothing to worry about tonight. After Ke Mingye took a shower, he fell asleep early.

A night of silence.

When Ke Mingye opened his eyes again, he yawned slightly and looked at the clock on the wall through the hazy morning light coming from the window. It was already six o'clock in the morning.

I don’t know if anything happened last night, but I slept soundly anyway.

The ancients had a saying of "eating without one's head". At any rate, he had already slept through his head, so he should be content. We will tell how miserable it will be later.

The things that caught his eye were different from yesterday. At this time, Ke Mingye could see an additional "mailbox icon" in the upper right corner of his field of vision.

Ke Mingye raised his eyebrows, picked up the cup and took a sip of water, picked up the book next to the bed, pretended to flip through the book, and tried to click on the icon with his finger.

The moment my fingertips touched the icon, there was a sudden "ding" sound in my ears, and then one email after another popped up.

[Notification Email 1: "Daily Missions", "Player Panel", "Player Mall", "Communication Function", "Dungeon Picture Book" and other functions are now open all day - every city in the world is scattered with random The number of generated dungeon challenges is limited to 1 per day. Please actively look for dungeons scattered throughout the city. 】

[So far, the progress of the dungeon guide in Huanjing City is: (0/100) - No dungeon has been broken yet. 】

"Does every city have a hundred dungeons? Then players who are born in smaller cities are much more efficient in finding dungeons than players in big cities?"

"In other words, there are more dungeons distributed in big cities than in small cities..."

Ke Mingye thought for a moment and ran his fingers across the email.

At the same time, six new icons were generated in the upper right corner of his field of vision, immediately below the "mail icon", arranged in a vertical row.

He glanced at it, and a small line of text appeared next to the six icons, introducing the functions represented by these icons, namely "Shopping Mall", "Luggage", "Personal Panel", "Taskbar", "Copy" Card Book/Copy Detector", "Communication List".

As the icon appeared, the second email unfolded in his eyes.

[Notification Email 2: The "Halloween Copy" has been announced in advance. On October 31st this year, you can open the copy by going to the "Huanjing Happy Valley" amusement park in Huanjing City. 】

[Note: This email will only be received by players who are in "Huanjing City, China". 】

Ke Mingye was reading the second email when a strange piece of music suddenly sounded in his ears.

He raised his eyebrows, remembering that he had heard this song - "Thriller", written by "Michael Jackson", and can indeed be regarded as the symbolic music of "Halloween".

"A Halloween dungeon? It must be designed with a festive atmosphere... It sounds like the underworld at first glance." Ke Mingye thought, "But the dungeon that will be opened four months later is being previewed now, for fear that our memory will be short. I’d rather miss the surprise you prepared, right?”

With this thought in mind, he blankly crossed the email, but unexpectedly another one with the same format came his way.

[Notification Email 3: The "Spring Festival Copy" has been announced in advance. On January 25 next year, you can open the copy by going to "Winter City Avenue" in Huanjing City. 】

"Okay, okay, it's been predicted until next year. If I survive this summer vacation, I should burn incense and worship Buddha. Maybe by this time next year, the grass on my grave will be as tall as me."

Ke Mingye muttered in his heart, put the cup on the bedside table, and ran his fingers through the mail.

As the content of the next email came into view, his expression changed slightly.

[Notification Email 4 - Obituary: Last night, players whose birthplaces were in New York, USA - "Wilmer Hogg" and "Sean Cameron" were killed by the S-class executive "Ke Yin" of the Anomaly Control Bureau He was caught and tortured to death.

Before dying, the two players committed something shameful: they confessed all known information about "the players."

At present, the Anomaly Control Bureau has transferred this information to the "Super Dimension Control Bureau" organization that is responsible for travellers. In the future, the concept of "players" will gradually spread among superhuman forces, and they will also know " Player's mission is to "exterminate superhuman beings."

Players who are still alive must be careful about the interrogation of these two organizations and avoid arousing the suspicion of the superhumans around them. 】

[Current number of surviving players: 97/100]

Ke Mingye was stunned.

“No… you two Americans can die, but you still want to pit your teammates before leaving. Do you think our undercover work is not difficult enough?” he thought.

He originally thought that the script of this game was: if everyone is not strong enough, just hide for a while, and at most endure for a few days, and wait until the day when you develop with the help of the game system, and then suddenly rise up and turn the world upside down.

As a result, reality immediately slapped him hard, and the key is that this slap also had a critical effect, with damage X2.

Yes, he didn’t expect that on the fourth day, three players had died suddenly—two of them were Americans who died, and they acted like traitors before they died.

You two have already given away the word "player", so what's the point of playing? Who knows what means the super-dimensional supervision bureau set up specifically for "traversers" will use to pull us out of the crowd...

"Damn it, I've already started in hell, and you guys are still adding fuel to my hell start. You think the fire is not burning strong enough, and you want me to ascend directly to heaven, right..."

Ke Mingye tried his best to stay calm and took a deep breath.

On the one hand, he felt that his teammates were really stupid. He was surviving well in such a severe environment. Do these two Americans have no acting cells?

On the other hand, he felt that the efficiency of this abnormal control bureau was too high. What did the two players do to be targeted?

Thinking of this, Ke Mingye took a look at the email again, and found that he had overlooked a person's name-the so-called "Abnormal Control Bureau S-level Executor" who caught the two players in the system email.

The name of this executor is:

——"Ke Yinzhi".