Superman's Ending Manual

"Sure enough...does even a cultured person want to be a cowherd?"

Ke Mingye raised his eyes with emotion, stared at Anti-Dog and said.

"As expected of you, you didn't listen to a word I said. It's okay to play the piano to a cow."

Anti-dog adjusted his glasses and sighed softly.

He continued: "Don't talk about whether you want it or not. Even if you do, it's not a big deal. You don't need to be too rigid. Unless you are too charming and get picked up by some rich women and spend a lot of money to buy your virginity, otherwise you will become a cowherd. There won’t be any trouble.”

Ke Mingye said seriously: "It's true, why don't we stop working hard and find a rich woman to take care of us for a year in the Cowherd Bar, and then find a good place to die."

Fan Quan held his forehead and sighed, "Stop talking nonsense, are you sure you don't want to go with me?"

"Is it really necessary?"

"Of course, it would be a good thing if we could establish a cooperative relationship with anti-superhuman organizations. We have the same interests as them, and the goal is to eliminate superhuman beings."

The anti-dog paused: "Besides, there are different anti-superhuman organizations scattered around the world. Through the 'Tengu Front', we can slowly come into contact with other anti-superhuman organizations. This is equivalent to having an intelligence source all over the world." , they can also be treated as reinforcements when needed.”

"I'm talking about cultural people, please stop making excuses for now." Ke Mingye interrupted him, "Compared with these, are you sure they won't regard us as 'superhumans'? After all, in a sense, we Is he somewhat of a superpower?"

Anti-dog took a sip of water and said calmly: "Believe me, they are very happy to see a group of 'players' with the same goals added to the organization. The player called 'Number One Cowherd' is an example."

He paused: "The most important thing is that if you join the anti-superhuman organization, you can legitimately increase the number of enemy kills. If you follow them, even if you kill superhumans, the official will blame the problem on the head of the anti-superhuman organization." On the Internet, you don’t even think of the word ‘player’, so we are safe in there...”

Ke Mingye was silent for a moment.

His mind was repeatedly torn between protecting chastity and the mission of exterminating superhuman beings, but he finally chose chastity.

So he waved his hand and said: "Master, why don't you go on your own? I think the guy whose ID is Orange Peel has tender skin, white skin and beautiful appearance. He is particularly suitable to be a cowherd. He might become the top star the next day. ?”

Anti-dog looked calm and said in a low voice: "Not to mention that such a time will never happen. If there is an occasion where we really need to disguise ourselves as a cowherd, we will sell the orange peels. How about that?"

"It makes sense. The chastity of our teammates is not as important as our lives. Let's fight."

Ke Mingye met his eyes and reached a consensus.

Seeing that the other party finally agreed, Fan Quan breathed a sigh of relief: "I made an appointment with Orange Peel and them to meet at noon. They will arrive in ten minutes, and then we will go to the train station together."

Ke Mingye shrugged: "Just treat it as a trip, but my doll can only exist for three hours, remind you."

"Three hours is enough." Anti-dog said bluntly, "Actually, I'm calling you just to let you be our bodyguard. For other occasions when we need to talk, just leave it to me."

Ke Mingye played with his phone and nodded, "I can tell. I will tie you up with spider webs and let them cut you into pieces."

"It seems I have to reconsider whether to take you to Tokyo."

Half an hour later, in the old Jingmai neighborhood, there was an abandoned train station.

Ke Mingye, Anti-dog, Orange Peel, and Qing Meng held the loot card "Crazy Train Captain" in their hands. Soon, accompanied by a rumbling engine, the old train roared out of the tunnel. A scorching wind blew up, blowing the four people's hair and messing up their styles.

Then, the train slowly stopped in the tunnel and lost its movement after the exhaust pipe exhaled the last breath of turbid air.

Ke Mingye saw that the three people beside him were not moving, so he was the first to step on the pedal. When he stepped on it with his front foot, a panel popped up at the entrance of the No. 7 train carriage.

It says: [Please show the loot card of sequence No.007 - 'Crazy Train Conductor'. You can only board the train after showing the card].

Immediately afterwards, a floating card swipe slot popped up in the air, appearing and disappearing.

Ke Mingye raised his eyebrows, picked up the card in his hand, and swiped it in the card slot very casually. Then the panel blocking the entrance disappeared, and he boarded the carriage.

Seeing this scene, the three people behind them also swiped their cards and boarded the carriage one after another.

"It's similar to swiping a card on the high-speed train, but I used to swipe my student ID card," said Orange Peel, who finally boarded the train.

Before he finished speaking, the entire train was like a beast covered in dust under the ice. Every muscle tissue and even every cell in the body was slowly and orderly thawing.

The floor of Car No. 7 trembled faintly, and the four people quickly found a support point. A moment later, the train shot out under the roar of the engine and escaped into the track.

The dim tunnel wall lamp reflected the faces of the four people.

They sat on the right seat of Car No. 7, quietly looking at the scene outside the window.

Each wall lamp can only illuminate a small section of the track, and you can't see your fingers between the two lamps. The train runs through the tunnel alternately in black and white, and everyone's faces also light up and darken accordingly.

As if they had forgotten the time and the complicated world, they sat in the carriage in a daze.

"This thing is really magical." Ke Mingye said, "Can it really take us to Tokyo?"

"This is a system setting, it should be possible." Orange peel was also in a daze.

Qingmeng said with his face sideways: "I am beginning to wonder what the card effects of other copies are. Are they as awesome as "Crazy Train Conductor"? "

As he spoke, a conductor with a ghostly fire in his eyes came over, and the sound of "tapping" footsteps came out in the carriage.

"Oh my god!"

Perhaps because he was scared out of PTSD when he played the copy last time, Ke Mingye jumped up from the seat like a reflex, lowered his right hand towards it, and almost smeared a ball of spider silk on its face.

However, thinking that it was impossible for a small monster to appear at this time, he slowly lowered his right hand.

The conductor stopped in the middle of the carriage, hunched over, rubbing his palms, and asked them in a faint tone: "Excuse me, what is your destination?"

"Japan?" Ke Mingye said tentatively.

The conductor continued to ask: "Where in Japan? The train can only stop at an abandoned train station there."

"Which abandoned train station is closer to Kabukicho in Tokyo?" Fanquan said.

"Then, the train will arrive at the destination in about 30 seconds and stop at the abandoned train station in Shiba Park, Tokyo, Japan. Please be mentally prepared."

After the conductor finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the shadows, slowly disappearing.

In the silent carriage, there was only the rumbling sound of the engine and the dim wall lights that alternated between light and dark.

"Thirty seconds, you can start counting down." Qingmeng glanced at the phone.

"No, it's already here."

As Ke Mingye said this, a dazzling beam of light shone in front of the tunnel. The train was like a dark arrow, passing through under the strong light and came to a new world.

As the train stopped on the track, the four people quickly got off the train and stepped onto the platform.

In the dark and cramped train station, a sign was posted on the pillar of the old platform, with the words "Tokyo Shiba Park Station No. 7 Observation Window" written on it.

"If you don't understand, just ask. Who of you knows Japanese? How can we communicate when we go out later?" Ke Mingye asked.

"I know, and I have some Japanese on me."

Fanquan walked towards the stairs leaving the platform with a book on his arm, saying.

"You are indeed a cultured person." Orange Peel rested his arms behind his head.

Fanquan shook his head: "No, I didn't learn Japanese in my previous life. As far as I can remember, the father of this body took me to live in Japan when I was a child, so my Japanese is okay."

Ke Mingye still remembered that Fanquan mentioned that his father was an illegal businessman who smuggled guns, so he smacked his lips: "It's not easy for the original owner of your body to live this long."

Soon, they left the abandoned train station along a secret passage, crossed the fence, and walked into the street next to the warning sign.

The damp air coming from the floor, the fine raindrops hitting the nose, brought the smell of the sky.

It was drizzling in the city, Tokyo was brightly lit in the rain, and pedestrians in raincoats passed by the streets, not paying attention to the four suspicious people.

Ke Mingye looked up, under the gray sky, the neon halo like the sea rendered the tall buildings, and electronic plaques could be seen everywhere in the city of feasting and drinking.

In the rain, the iron tower known as the "Tokyo Sky Tree" stood in the center of Shiba Park, the red and white tower body bloomed with a blazing white light, and the sharp spire pointed directly to the dark blue sky, like a giant holding a torch, standing tall in the center of the world.

"Let's go, our destination is Kabukicho, it's not here, we have to take a train to get there." Fanquan said.

"Okay, I'm your bodyguard, you have the final say."

As he spoke, Ke Mingye picked up his phone and took a photo of the Tokyo Tower in the distance. The first thought in his mind was whether to take a photo and send it to the WeChat family group to share.

But he quickly dismissed this idea.

"Am I a fool?"

He muttered, put away his phone, and slowly followed the three people.

Ask for monthly tickets.