Superman's Ending Manual

June 22, 12:15 Japan time, Shinjuku City.

The dark green JR train knocked over the rain along the way and stopped at the edge of the platform at Shinjuku Station. Ke Mingye and others got out of the car and walked for a short time to the streets of Kabukicho.

It happened to be a gloomy and rainy day when we arrived, but this city that never sleeps was still brightly lit and radiant.

In the pouring rain, a steady stream of people still held umbrellas and shuttled between shopping malls, izakayas and maid cafes. Dazzling electronic signs were hung in the air row after row, spreading a hazy neon halo in the rain.

There was a girl dressed as a cat girl standing outside the maid cafe. She was holding a sign with Japanese writing in her hand and shouting slogans to passers-by.

"Is there really a maid soliciting customers on the roadside?" Orange Peel raised an eyebrow.

"This is Japan, understand?" Qingmeng said.

"It seems that Japan is the same in any parallel world." Anti-Dog said.

"The two-dimensional flavor is collected."

Ke Mingye looked up at the sky as he walked.

The huge screen on the surface of the high-rise building is playing the latest instant coffee commercial - the magical girl Kunou Sakura is wearing an ocher red kimono and walking from the distance of the camera waving a tachi. The blade of the sword turns into pieces of thin cherry blossoms floating in the sky. She walked slowly, sat among the flowers, plants and trees and sipped coffee quietly, with a faint smile in the corners of her eyes.

The girl's temperament is like the newly bloomed Somei Yoshino cherry blossoms, with a light pink color, but almost white, which makes passers-by stop and look up at the screen.

Novel and trendy pop music is floating in the air. I heard that the lead singer of this song is the idol group that is famous in Japan - "The Divine Master Yamata no Orochi" and "The Divine Master Ebisu God".

The former's voice is as hoarse and magnetic as a snake's hiss, which is very recognizable; the latter's voice is sweet and cunning, like the little daughter of an ancient landlord's family.

The rich aroma coming from the famous Ichiran Ramen shop, mixed with the moist smell of rain, stimulates the taste buds of every passerby.

At the entrance of a knife model shop is a portrait of the Japanese superhero "Samurai Himikaze". I heard that this is a superhero who claims to be able to control ghost hands and fight with six swords at the same time.

There are mannequins placed on the display cabinets of the mall, either wearing magical girl cosplay suits or superhero uniforms. Looking into the store through the display cabinets, there are magical girls and superheroes in the glass cabinets. There are many kinds of figures.

You can even see the figure of the magical girl Ashes among them, which gave Ke Mingye a sense of dislocation that your sister is still accompanying you in another form in a foreign country.

The puddles on the road reflected the glazed blue neon lights, reflecting the figures of the four people at the same time.

They bought raincoats on the way here and walked in the brightly lit Kabukicho with their raincoats on. Their figures were as thin as a silhouette made of paper, and they would be submerged at any time among the overwhelming electronic signs.

Soon, Ke Mingye followed the anti-dog and stopped in front of a Cowherd Club with a signboard of "くろてんぐ", which literally translates to "Black Tengu" Cowherd Club.

Judging from the notice board posted on the door, the Cowherd Club had not yet opened for business at noon, and it officially opened at seven o'clock in the evening.

Fan Quan took off the hat of his raincoat, opened the door and walked in.

The four of them walked to the bar, and saw a red-haired man wearing a bartender's uniform, wiping his cup with his head lowered, standing behind the bar, looking up at them quietly.

"Our store hasn't opened yet." A smile appeared on the red-haired man's face.

Anti-dog said in fluent Japanese: "I want to find someone."

As he spoke, he took out a photo, which showed a man wearing a bartender's uniform, with blond shoulder-length hair and sunglasses.

"Say the words 'number one cowboy' and 'player' to him and he'll know what I mean."

The anti-dog reached out and pushed the photo forward on the bar, adding in passing.

Ke Mingye looked at this scene and recalled what he said.

When the hacker with the ID "Cai Bing" was looking through the player rankings, she noticed a high-ranking player named "Number One Cowherd", which aroused her interest. Out of curiosity, she started investigating the local Cowherd Club in Tokyo and successfully hacked into the surveillance system of this "Black Tengu" Cowherd shop.

She soon discovered that "Black Tengu" was not only a business place, but also the base of an anti-superhuman organization.

And she was very sure that the player named "Number One Cowherd" was probably hiding in this Cowherd Club.

Players know players best. By observing whether anyone showed some subtle behaviors in the surveillance screen, such as browsing the mall and adding skill points, as well as changes in the number of kills of the "Number One Cowherd", Caibing gradually identified a suspicious person: "Yamamoto Masaru". one".

Yamamoto Masaichi's action pattern is highly consistent with the dynamics of "Number One Cowherd" on the rankings. Every time he disappears from monitoring, it coincides with an increase in the number of kills of this player on the rankings.

And whenever this happens, it happens to be the moment when the Black Tengu Club takes action. They usually either focus on the superhuman customers who are consuming entertainment in Kabukicho, or they focus on the superheroes who pass by here.

At this moment, the red-haired man behind the bar picked up the photo, glanced at the man in the photo, then looked up at the anti-dog, smiled and said: "Sir, we don't have such a person in the club here, you guys Are you looking in the wrong place?"

"It's right here." Fanquan said calmly.

Ke Mingye took off his raincoat cap and looked around silently. He could see the gigolos who framed the gold-threaded wall with headshots, the gigolos who wiped the windows, and the gigolos who cleaned the floor. They all looked at him with unfriendly faces.

"They don't seem to welcome us very much." He said in Chinese.

"Indeed." Qingmeng said.

"Are they going to fight with us?" Orange Peel asked.

As soon as the voice fell, the two gigolos at the door silently closed the door of the club.

At the same time, the gigolo who was wiping the wine glasses, the gigolo who was cleaning the floor, and the gigolo who was changing the murals in the bar turned around at the same time, took out a pistol from somewhere, raised the muzzle, and pointed it at the heads of the four people.

Ke Mingye stood at the front of the four people with an expressionless face, his hands in the pockets of his raincoat. He was unmoved, and the rain flowing down from the bottom of the raincoat wet his trouser legs.

Fanquan retreated silently and came to the side of Qingmeng and Orange Peel.

Orange Peel was well prepared. A wild knife made of waves appeared in his right hand, and there seemed to be a dragon's cry echoing under the water.

At the moment when the index fingers pulled the trigger, the wave knife turned into a waterfall-like wave and swept away, instantly covering the figures of the three people and covering the overwhelming barrage of bullets.

The high-speed swirling bullets hit the waves, like a stone sinking into the sea, and all the momentum and kinetic energy were buffered in an instant.

Like a baby in a cradle, nearly a hundred bullets swayed back and forth softly in the woven net woven by the waves.

At the same time, Ke Mingye's figure bounced in the store like a flash of lightning, sometimes appearing on the sofa, sometimes appearing on the ceiling chandelier, almost perfectly avoiding the whistling rain of bullets.

The puppet's light body, coupled with the physical fitness of an E-class superhuman, made his body incredibly fast, far exceeding the physical limits of humans.

No matter how fierce the gunfire of the store clerks was, they were only humans after all. The naked eye could not catch Ke Mingye's speed at all, and the speed of shooting would always be slower.

While dodging the gunfire, Ke Mingye did not forget to lower his right hand and shoot spider silk at the store clerks.

In a flash, spider silks with blazing white spider webs shot into the air. In just a few seconds, nearly fifteen gigolos were all disarmed. The guns in their hands were either stuck to the ground, the wall, or the sofa by the spider webs.

What's worse, the muzzle of the gun was blocked by the spider web, and the barrel exploded directly, crippling a hand.

Outside the club, pedestrians on the street walked through the rain with umbrellas. The sharp gunshots from the Black Tengu Club continued, but were covered by the sound of the pattering rain and the noisy music and advertisements.

Finally, as the round of firepower ended, the gigolo shop fell into a brief silence. Most of the gigolos were disarmed by the spider web, and the others knew that it was useless to shoot bullets at him, so they stopped shooting.

All the gigolos found a cover and stuck their heads out to observe the situation outside.

Someone was changing the magazine with a "click", but a spider web shot by Ke Mingye stuck his arm and the gun to the ground.

He struggled with all his strength, but the spider web did not move at all.

Ke Mingye grabbed the spider silk stuck to the chandelier with his right hand, and just hung upside down under the ceiling, looking around slowly, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"I am the bodyguard of these three people. For my sake, can we not use knives and guns? How uncivilized, isn't it?"

He paused, sighed impatiently, and changed to a more straightforward statement.

"Well, what I mean is, if you don't give me face, then I will kill all of you idiots, understand?"

The cowherds were stunned and silent.

They didn't understand what Ke Mingye was saying, but they were all shocked by the calmness in his tone. Is this the expression of someone who just survived a hail of bullets?

Ke Mingye suddenly realized that they didn't understand Chinese, so he turned his head to look at Fanquan.

"Cultivated people, translate it."

Behind the wave curtain formed by Orange Peel's wave knife, Fanquan said in Japanese: "He said he was offended. In fact, he had no intention of opposing you, but it was really impolite for you to shoot at him for a disagreement."

Seeing that Fanquan began to translate, Ke Mingye glanced at the mist pouring into the room from the pipe in the corner of the ceiling, and said: "Also, don't think about your damn inhibitor spray. We are not superpowers, let alone mutants."

Fanquan translated his words and said in Japanese: "Inhibitors are useless to us. We are not superhumans."

"Let the yellow-haired guy in the photo get out quickly, or I will smash this store."

As Ke Mingye said, he shot a spider silk towards the photo of the "number one gigolo" on the bar, pulled it in his hand, and his figure turned upside down in the air so that all the gigolos could see the photo clearly.

Fanquan said in Japanese: "We just want to find someone. I've shown you the photo. If we can't find him, we'll leave first."

The two of them sang in unison, causing the gigolos in the club to look at each other in bewilderment, and the sound of fragmented conversations echoed in every corner.

"If they are not superhumans, then why do they have this ability?"

"Is it a spiritualist? Gene inhibitors and supernatural inhibitors don't work on spiritualists."

"Anyway, call the deputy manager out first. That man is too weird."

As they were whispering, a tall and thin young man wearing a bartender's uniform, shoulder-length yellow hair, and sunglasses slowly walked out from behind the bar, with a cigarette in his mouth.

"I want to talk to them alone. You guys clean up the broken wine glasses and replace the broken wallpaper. Return the bar to its original state within a day and rest tonight."

The yellow-haired young man spoke in an orderly manner, twisting the cigarette in his mouth and puffing out smoke.

The other gigolos in the club heard this and put away their guns, got up from behind the cover, and did their own things, as if nothing had happened just now, and the whole bar continued to operate.

"Isn't this enough..."

Ke Mingye said as he loosened the spider silk, flipped over from the ceiling and fell, stepping on the floor of the club.

The sword in Juzipi's hand did not disintegrate. He was worried that the gigolos would suddenly change their minds, so he covered Fanquan and Qingmeng and walked towards the yellow-haired man.

The four followed the yellow-haired man into a private room in the club.

The yellow-haired man turned on the light, sat down on the sofa with his legs crossed, and looked up at them.

"Tell me, how did you find me?"

Please give me a monthly ticket, thank you meow.