Superman's Ending Manual

Ke Mingye took a sip of boiled water and put down the glass. His pupils reflected the scenes of fireworks on his mobile phone, and his ears were filled with the roar of bursting air.

It's like being there.

It can be seen from the picture quality and audio in the live broadcast room that the equipment used by the photographer is very good.

This kind of effect can only be captured by robbers who specialize in illegally filming such scenes to make money. It is very different from passers-by who take out their mobile phones and take pictures.

However, even though the movements and conversations of the three figures in the sky around Beijing were basically all in front of his eyes, Ke Mingye was actually not that attentive.

Because compared to the three people in the camera, he was more concerned about where Ke Youqing was in such an anxious situation. Could it be that he was intercepted halfway by other superhuman criminals?

After all, he has so many enemies.

But after thinking about it, Ke Mingye came up with another possibility - Ke Youqing was very likely to go with the police to help rescue the vehicle that had been hung by the ghost tree on the Huanjing Bridge.

At this moment, the thief put the camera on the railing of the rooftop and adjusted the lens greatly to capture the three people walking between high-rise buildings and dazzling neon lights.

Every frame of the shot is like looking at flowers in the fog, with glimpses of light.

Amidst the roar, pieces of glass curtain walls and LED fluorescent screens on the surface of the steel building were shattered one after another. Between the ashes of the magical girl's skirt, tens of millions of glass fragments splashed down from the air, like a blizzard. , splashing vividly onto the urban streets clogged with vehicles.

As the glass splashed down and hit the body of the car one by one, the piercing car anti-theft alarm sounded again on the street.

Ke Mingye's eyelids twitched.

He thought to himself, why do you feel that if you continue to fight, the entire city center will have to be renovated?

If you have any big moves, can you come up with them as soon as possible? Don't let the temptation go. Does co-writing have to be like "Dragon Ball", where you can fight from Super Saiyan 1 to Super Saiyan 5?

Especially the "curfew time" at home is coming soon, Bai Zini, Bai Qiuwu, don't be shut out by your mother.

And just as Ke Mingye was looking at it, suddenly, a hoarse and gloomy voice sounded close at hand, with a tone like a casual greeting:

"What are you doing?"

Ke Mingye was stunned for a moment, then blurted out: "What the hell?"

Soon, he confirmed that the sound seemed to come from... the side of the thief?

But wasn't the thief hiding on the rooftop of a nearby residential building and filming secretly? Then who could be the person talking in his ear?

"You are committing a crime... Filming footage of superhuman battles is strictly prohibited by law."

That voice said so. The gloom echoed hoarsely on the dead rooftop.

It was like a huge crow neighing, which made people shudder.

The person who took the photo turned around and saw a deep shadow swaying in the corner of the rooftop under the moonlight. Its shape was like a huge crow.

At this time, the lens also reflected the long and narrow figure hidden in the shadows at the corner of the rooftop.

He wore a strange mask with fine arcs on his face. The eyes exposed in the eye sockets were as bright and deep as torches in the darkness. A green beak protruded from the center of the mask. A cloak like a robe covered his body, as if melting him into the night.

A few seconds ago, the knowledgeable audience had already recognized the origin of this voice. Seeing this scene, the upper half of the live broadcast room was filled with lines of barrage.

——"It's Qingya, I just said this bastard will come, right?"

——"He's here, I bet all 30,000 yuan on him, I thought I was going bankrupt!"

——"Holy shit! Oh shit! Qingya is here! This is the first time that an illegal live broadcast studio has photographed Qingya's face at such a close range!"

——"What are you still doing in a daze? Record the screen quickly!"

Ke Mingye was tearing apart the packaging bag of instant bread with his hands. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

"Dad, you've got it figured out."

He thought as he tore open the bag of bread.

"You are too slow. Your two daughters have already fought two or three rounds with the villain..."

At this moment, the alien "Green Crow" in battle uniform was leaning on the corner of the rooftop, the pair of deep eyes behind the mask staring straight at the thief.

The sharp beak in the middle of the face looks like a life-threatening blade, pointing directly at the camera.

The robber saw him clearly, pointed the camera lens at him, and shouted incoherently: "Don't come over! There are many people watching!"

The camera shakes wildly, highlighting his fear.

Seeing this man's reaction as if he had seen a ghost, Ke Mingye couldn't help but laugh and said to himself: Brother, you are so funny, is this your reaction? The guy in front of you is dressed a little too scary and too dark, but he is an officially certified superhero after all. Is there any need to be shocked?

Besides, you are still broadcasting live. Even if my father is grumpy, he probably won’t...

Not that...

Ke Mingye was thinking this, but the next moment, Qing Ya disappeared from the spot. At the same time, the camera lens suddenly went dark, as if it was covered with a layer of cloth.

All that was left was silence.

Deathly silence.

"……ah?"

"ah?"

Ke Mingye made two questioning sounds in succession, his fingers holding open the packaging bag, and his expression froze for a second.

"Wait a minute, dad won't really give him away, right?"

At this time, the entire live broadcast screen was black, with only lines of pale bullet comments flying across it.

After two seconds of silence, he put down the bread, exited the live broadcast room, opened the live broadcast list of Huigezi.com, and found that there was a whole page of live broadcasts about the "ghost tree".

So he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that there is still something to watch."

He raised his finger and was about to click in, but in just one second, the covers of all the live broadcast rooms turned black one after another.

Like a domino that was pushed down.

In the end, only the dead blackness and tranquility were left.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Ke Mingye's face changed: "Is there really nothing to watch?" As he said, he turned two pages again and found that the ten live broadcast rooms on the back page also turned black one after another.

It was like someone turned off the lights.

Without exception, the last shot in the live broadcast room of these peeping photographers was a huge crow falling from the sky, or rushing out from the shadows.

After three seconds of silence, Ke Mingye held the half-opened bread in his hand and sighed deeply.

His mood was very complicated, as if his network cable had been pulled out. He had wanted to see what chemical reaction would happen when his father and his sister got together.

Now, no one should watch it.

Thinking of this, Ke Mingye flipped through the "Gray Pigeon Network" and randomly clicked on a few live broadcast rooms. As he expected, the barrages in these live broadcast rooms were all madly insulting "Qing Ya".

He finally understood why the reputation of the strange hero "Qing Ya" on the Internet was so bad, some things really made sense.

"Dad, what are you doing, Dad?"

Ke Mingye lowered his head and complained softly.

"You didn't do anything when you arrived at the scene, and you pulled out everyone's network cable first, right? You are so fucking cultured..."