Superman's Ending Manual

It was one o'clock in the afternoon on October 26th, on a snowy day, in the old Jingmai neighborhood, at the abandoned train station, on platform No. 7.

Ke Mingye walked from the entrance, slowly approached the locker, took off his blue owl helmet, revealing a pale face, with locks of sweat-wet forehead hair hanging down in front of his forehead, covering him eyes.

He stood there blankly, then raised his head slightly and took a deep breath of cold air.

Then he sat on the public wooden chair behind him, bent over, and stared at the falling snow above the track for a moment in thought.

"Sure enough, Bai Zini has been caught by them. Why didn't she discuss it with me before going to He Yinlu? No... I should have told her earlier. He Yinlu is still alive and has turned into a witch."

Ke Mingye opened his mouth slightly and took a breath of white mist.

He was originally worried that Bai Zini would do something impulsive after knowing that the witch Black Rose was her "dead" friend He Yinlu. Just like on the day of Witch Night, Bai Zini rushed up to Black Rose regardless of the situation. , leading to total collapse.

Because of this, Bai Zini was concealed, but the final result was counterproductive - those witches took advantage of the relationship between Black Rose and Ashes to move her away from them.

Thinking of this, Ke Mingye slowly lowered his head, his eyes flowing.

"Even Xi Ziyue doesn't know where the meeting space of the witches is located, so we can only wait... In five days, the night of the witches will come, and then there will be a chance to bring Bai Zini back."

Just as he was thinking about it, a bright red bubble appeared on the "Chat System" icon in the upper right corner of his field of vision.

Ke Mingye immediately raised his eyes, thought for a moment, moved his index finger to pop the bubble, and then a chat panel popped up in front of him.

The name on the panel was familiar, it was his dog-headed strategist.

[Anti-Dog: As usual, we will leave the city before October 31st. Based on the average strength of the current player group, being involved in this battle will result in death or injury. 】

Ke Mingye glanced at the message, typed it with his mind, and replied quickly.

[Failed Man: I understand, but don’t leave in a hurry on Witch Night. Lend me a paper figurine. 】

[Anti-dog: Paperman? 】

[Failed Man: You said before that the paper man you created with the "Humanity Door" can release skills even if it is far away from you. 】

[Anti-dog: That’s right. Theoretically, even if I’m in Russia, as long as the paper man is at your place, I can use my skills to help you. 】

[Failed Man: That’s enough, so you won’t be involved. 】

[Anti-dog: Which one do you want? Although my skills have been strengthened, I can only specify one paper man at a time, and the rest are randomly refreshed. 】

[Failed Man: Freud. 】

[Anti-dog: Yes, yes. But are you sure you don't want to go with me? The scale this time is much larger than that of the vampire hunters. Maybe the Round Table will come out, and it won't be surprising even if the entire city is destroyed. I don't recommend you to stay here. 】

[Failed Man: No, I won’t leave. 】

[Failed Man: You take Paranoid, Qingmeng Orange Peel and the others away from here, and let the number one Cowherd use the travel voucher to return to Japan. It’s enough for me to stay alone. 】

[Anti-Dog: Really... I understand. Come to me at the train station in Lao Jingmai Street. I will hand the paper man to you and leave on the train. 】

[Failed Man: OK, I’ll contact you then. 】

After sending the last message, Ke Mingye closed the panel, slowly stood up from the wooden chair, took off his battle uniform and put on a thick cotton jacket.

He put his hand into his cotton-padded jacket pocket and took out his cell phone.

Ke Mingye raised his eyebrows slightly. As soon as he turned on his phone, he found that Bawenna was cursing in the family group. He looked through the message records to see the reason, and then discovered that Ke Youqing had sent a message in the group half an hour ago.

It was a voice message. My father said angrily that he drank too much and fell asleep last night. He had to go out to work with his colleagues these days, so he might not be able to reply to messages for the time being. If there was anything he needed to do, he would contact him after he got back.

Then Bavanna bombarded him wildly in the chat group, roughly meaning "Bai Zini is gone, where did you, the father, go?" "You were nowhere to be seen during the last zombie siege." Balabala .

But Ke Youqing did not reply, and even if he called him, he could not get through.

Ke Mingye listened to his father's voice twice, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to rub the bridge of his nose that was red from the cold.

"You can only believe it. When you hear it, you can tell that it is a pre-recorded voice. I guess he has set a time when something happens to him and he has no time to go home, so he will automatically send this voice message to the group..."

He thought to himself, put his phone back in his pocket, and then walked out of the platform.

October 26th, one o'clock in the afternoon Beijing time.

Bai Zini had a dream.

At dusk in the dream, she, He Yinlu and Lin Jiaqi were walking on the overpass. The setting sun shone on their figures. They lay on the railing of the overpass and watched the traffic coming and going on the highway.

"Being a magical girl is so tiring. I have to do my homework when I'm injured and get scolded by my parents." He Yinlu held her face in her hands and looked down at the street. "Sometimes I really want to jump from here and be hit by a car. never mind."

The girl's cheeks were shrouded in the faint afterglow, and her eyes were filled with sadness.

"No." Lin Jiaqi said, "What will we do if you leave?"

Bai Zini put her hands behind her back and pressed her back against the bridge railing. She looked at the opposite scene to the two of them. The setting sun slowly dropped from the corner of the horizon, and the last afterglow burned the clouds red, like red wine.

She stared at the setting sun, silent, not knowing what she was thinking.

He Yinlu said: "It's just a joke."

Lin Jiaqi said: "Even if it's not a joke, if you really jump off the building, I will definitely use magic to catch you, so that you can't die; if you die, then I will become a witch and master the witchcraft of resurrection from the dead." Get you back."

He Yinlu said: "Are you cursing me?"

She said and looked at Bai Zini who was silent: "Where are you, Xiaoni, don't you feel tired?"

Bai Zini came back to her senses and shook her head.

"I don't think so," she said.

He Yinlu said: "Why? You are obviously the most desperate one. When we were lazy, you were still out fighting with those annoying criminals. Oh - I understand, because you want to protect your brother secretly, so you don't Feeling tired."

Lin Jiaqi said: "It's so touching. This is the love between brother and sister."

"No—!" Bai Zini blushed and stared at the two of them sideways.

"When will you let me meet your brother?"

"He has a terrible personality. I hate him as a person." Bai Zini muttered.

"Okay, okay."

Bai Zini was silent for a while: "I feel very tired sometimes, but I don't feel tired when you are around."

"Me too." He Yinlu raised her lips, "The three of us will be together and be magical girls for the rest of our lives."

Lin Jiaqi rolled her eyes at her: "You will be honest when the comet falls in a few years. Then we will no longer be magical girls."

He Yinlu said calmly: "What's the matter? We can still become magical girls in a few decades."

"How?" Bai Zini asked.

"When we have dementia, we will meet in the nursing home and become magic old ladies together."

"ha"

Bai Zini laughed angrily.

The girls leaned against the bridge railing, smiling softly in the sunset, their figures reflected in the puddles on the bridge. After a while, dusk gradually dimmed, and night quietly shrouded their heads like a curtain.

The traffic under the overpass gradually became brighter. From a distance, it looked like balls of trance-like light, or like tiny fireflies flying across the city.

Bai Zini looked down at her phone.

"It's time for me to go back. If I don't go back, my mother will scold me."

Hearing this, He Yinlu looked away from the traffic passing through the city and turned to look at Bai Zini.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

"Am I leaving?"

"Wait a minute." He Yinlu stopped her.

Bai Zini looked back.

"Xiao Ni, if you can't hold it any longer one day, remember to tell me. After all, you like to hide your worries."

"Okay, I get it."

"good."

He Yinlu raised her hand, smiled and rubbed her hair.

At this moment, the dream quietly broke.

Like a video tape going backwards, the setting sun rose from below the horizon in a strange trajectory, hanging upside down back into the dusky sky. The figures of the two girls in front of them walked backwards, returned to the stairs of the overpass, and then went down.

By the end, Bai Zini could no longer see their faces.

She just stood alone in the sunset, her face dull, and the afterglow burned every inch of her skin.

"...Where have you all gone?"

She murmured in panic, but her own voice could not be heard.

On the cross of the altar, the girl in the Gothic skirt slowly opened her eyes, her vision a little blurry.

The first thing that caught his eye was a face with a lazy temperament, and a trace of upwardly drawn ink in the corner of the eye - Hui Jin remembered this face, and Little Red Riding Hood, Feng and Rainbow were attacked by this magical girl some time ago.

After a while, as her hearing recovered, intermittent words reached her ears.

Someone said, "Sloth Witch, you stay here for these five days to make sure she doesn't commit suicide."

"Why did she commit suicide when her whole body was tied up?" asked the person known as the 'Sloth Witch'.

Another person thought for a moment and said, "Bite your tongue and kill yourself?"

Hearing this, the Sloth Witch said dejectedly: "Oh, then I'll pull out her tongue first, so she can't bite her tongue and commit suicide."

The other figure was silent, condescending, staring at the Sloth Witch with an expressionless expression.

She said: "You can try, but I warn you, the puppet witch said that ashes have a great effect. If you touch her casually, you will be turned into a puppet."

The Sloth Witch smacked her tongue, sat down peacefully on the stone steps of the altar, and sighed quietly.

"I know, I don't want to die, it's just a joke."

"Then I'm leaving."

Following the words, the girl in the Gothic skirt on the cross turned her face slightly, raised her eyes from under the messy hair, and looked at the figure who was about to leave.

She frowned slightly, her eyes were a little hollow, and she couldn't see clearly what the man looked like.

But after a moment, his vision slowly became clearer.

Immediately, a cold and stern face reflected in her pupils. As if he hadn't woken up from his dream yet, the profile in front of him slowly overlapped with the face of He Yinlu in his memory.

Witch Black Rose turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped.

After being silent for a while, she slowly turned her face and looked sharply at Ashes who was tied to the altar, "Oh, it turns out she is already awake."

Hearing this, the Sloth Witch Schnaian glanced sideways at Ashes, and then curled her lips, thinking that Senior could really sleep, but she was too lazy to raise her head to pay attention to Ashes who woke up. She faced the floor with both hands and sighed, thinking to herself, now we We are in the same boat.

Looking at Black Rose's side face, the girl in the Gothic skirt opened her mouth slightly and whispered a name.

"...Lu?"

The witch Black Rose tilted her head, squinting at her, silent.

"It's really you..."

The girl on the cross opened her eyes slightly, stared at her motionless, and murmured in a daze.

Black Rose nodded slightly, her eyes hidden under the black hair.

"It's me. Didn't you recognize me before? I am the most hated and disgusting witch in your eyes." She sarcastically said, "But... after all, in your eyes, I am already dead. If you don’t forget about me in half a year, how can you start a new life and play happily with new friends?”

The girl in the Gothic skirt stared at Black Rose's profile, lowered her head slightly, with tears in her eyes.

Her consciousness was not yet fully awakened, and she seemed to be a little incoherent. She opened her mouth and her lips trembled slightly, as if she was trying very hard to say something, but only a few pale words slowly came out of her mouth.

"Let's... go back," she said.

Black Rose took a deep breath, "You still take it for granted and are so stupid that it's unreasonable."

"Let's go back."

The girl in the Gothic skirt repeated the same sentence, with tears in her tired, red eyes.

"I can't go back..." Black Rose said, "Unlike me, you didn't see with your own eyes the way Qi was chopped into two pieces... She still had a shocked expression on her face, and her body was like that, in front of me It was divided into two parts in the middle, like a pig in a slaughterhouse..." She sneered, "The Ghost-Hand Buddha and the Abyss Swordsman laughed ferociously and stepped on my head on the ground. I still remember their laughter until now. .

She paused: "They let her blood run over my face and let me smell her blood."

The girl on the cross seemed to have no extra energy to make facial expressions, and just listened to Black Rose describing what happened at that time with dull eyes.

It seemed that even expressing sadness was exhausting, and tears could not be squeezed out of his red eyes, which were only slightly trembling.

After a long silence, Black Rose asked: "Do you know why I am still alive?"

"……Why?"

"Because those witches saved me, but you didn't come."

Hearing this, the chain on the cross trembled suddenly, and amid the crisp sound of metal colliding, the girl in the Gothic skirt leaned forward, shouting hoarsely at the top of her lungs.

"I went...I went to save you, but I didn't-"

She tried her best to defend herself, but Black Rose just lowered her head and interrupted her: "Yes, you didn't have time..."

Ashes was stunned and never made a sound again.

At the same time, Schnaian, who was sitting beside him on the stone staircase, was slightly startled. She had never seen Hui Jin look so embarrassed.

In silence, Black Rose slowly turned around, walked towards the altar, passed through the barrier, raised her head and looked into Ashes' eyes.

The two looked at each other.

Black Rose raised her right hand wrapped in thorns and gently touched Ash's face. The sharp thorns carved a hideous scar on the fair face of the girl in the Gothic skirt, and blood slowly slid down her cheek.

But she seemed to feel no pain, and just stared at the calm eyes in front of her with a dull look that was almost pleading.

There was a moment of silence, and then Black Rose leaned close to Ashes' ear.

She said softly: "Everything you cherish, those people you desperately protect, will soon be destroyed, just like Lin Jiaqi died in front of my eyes that day... There is nothing you can do, just smell their blood." What does it taste like?”

After a pause, he emphasized his tone: "Finally, open your eyes and take a good look at how you became a heinous sinner, just like me."

After the words fell, Black Rose turned around and left without looking back.

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