Superman's Ending Manual

In the night sky, the Trickster Doll hangs upside down under the viaduct while holding on to spider silk. Next to it, Black Wukong steps on a somersault cloud and is on the same horizontal line above it.

The puppet curled his lips: "Why don't you even say hello to me? You're so cold."

Black Wukong was silent for a long time, picked up his cell phone from the pocket of his metal coat, typed on a memo, and then turned the screen to the Trickster Doll.

"What the hell are you doing again?"

"Nothing happened," the doll said, "I just got addicted to gambling. I wanted to find a random dice to throw, but it seemed that I threw the wrong dice."

Black Wukong continued typing: "That dice weirdo on the official website, is that you?"

"It's me."

"Why did you blow up the traffic light sign and...call out ten naked men?" Black Wukong typed and asked.

"Uh, are you addicted to gambling?" The Trickster Doll scratched his cheek.

Black Goku was silent for a while, his fingers wrapped under the metal wristband slowly typing on the memo.

"I really don't know what you're thinking."

"I'm just lonely. Believe me, a lonely person can do anything." The trickster doll said nonsense, "Aren't you lonely? Or... there is a monkey talking to you in your head all the time. So you won’t feel alone.”

"How do you know?"

“I saw it when I was surfing the Internet. They all said that part of God’s divinity resides in the heraldry of the divine. The higher your realm, the higher the influence of that part of divinity, and then you will lose control. "The doll turned to look at her, "Is that so?"

Black Wukong crossed his shoulders and remained silent, his eyes under the hood lowered.

After a while, she raised her eyes behind the monkey mask and looked at the brightly lit city in the distance.

Seeing that she was unwilling to respond, the doll shrugged nonchalantly and turned to look at the prosperous city hanging upside down.

The bone-chilling evening wind blew their faces. One of them was hanging upside down, and the other was standing on a cloud. The train conductor's hat and silver-black hood were slowly swaying in the quiet wind.

After a long time, Black Wukong reached out and typed on the memo, then turned to him: "You said you know almost everything in the world."

"Well, that's just an exaggeration, but I do know a lot." The puppet lowered the brim of his hat.

"Then you know what I have to do?"

"Are you talking about the problem of losing control?" The puppet raised a non-existent eyebrow.

"right."

"Are you looking to a criminal for a way to save yourself?"

Black Wukong typed: "No one can answer me, and no one will come to save me, and no one around me knows who I am, so I can only ask you."

She paused for a while, continued typing, and then turned the phone screen to the puppet: "Besides, you have never hurt anyone, otherwise why did you ask the citizens to go away before throwing the dice? Strictly speaking... you don't count. Very bad.”

The puppet looked at the text on the screen and was stunned for a moment: "You are so kind. Everyone else thinks I am a bad guy and they chase me and kill me at every turn."

"So can you answer me?" Black Wukong typed, "The question just now."

The puppet hesitated for a while and shook his head: "Unfortunately, I don't know how to save you... Maybe the psychic is destined to lose control, so every psychic in history will eventually disappear."

Black Wukong lowered his eyes, and the brightly lit Huanjing Tower was reflected in his pupils.

"Yeah...I understand."

She put away her phone and a cold voice came from behind the mask.

The doll hanging upside down in the moonlight turned to look at her: "It seems that you are also very lonely. No one around you can listen to your feelings. You have been pretending to be strong and keeping all the pain and uneasiness in your heart. It's really It’s not easy.”

She said: "Starting from trying to use my own power to protect others, loneliness is just the price... If I can't bear loneliness, I will only bring danger to the people around me."

The puppet said slowly: "But before that, you were just a girl, a girl who is as fragile as others, confused and questioning herself, a person who is afraid of death."

"Although you are very neurotic, you can always see through my thoughts."

"I'm good at reading people's minds."

"Then who are you? Do you understand yourself?"

The doll lowered its empty eyes and said, "I don't understand. There are two people talking in my head every day. One of them said, 'You killed me, you must compensate me and protect them for me.'" One said, 'I have no choice, I want to live, I just want to live.' Listening to them arguing, sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy, but I can only pretend to live peacefully... It's really complicated, isn't it? "?"

"It sounds like you are truly a psychopath." Black Wukong sighed in a low voice.

The puppet laughed to himself: "Yeah, I think so too."

The evening wind blew down from the night sky, and the spider silk it held in its hand was crumbling.

"It's time for me to leave. I'll let you go today."

As he spoke, the somersault cloud under Black Wukong's feet began to surge restlessly, like a gurgling dark lake.

"Well, should I thank you for your kindness?" the puppet asked.

"What if?"

The puppet shrugged and was about to respond, but at this moment, a female voice as cold as ice came from behind the two of them, interrupting his thoughts.

"What a coincidence...it turns out that two of my enemies are here."

The puppet raised a non-existent brow, grabbed the spider silk with its right hand, turned its head to look at the source of the sound, and looked at the uninvited guest while hanging upside down.

"Isn't this Miss Ashes?" he said, "Your performance tonight is really outstanding."

The magical girl Hui Jing stared at it with cold eyes and said word by word: "Weird, don't, don't let me catch you..."

Hearing this familiar voice, Black Wukong was stunned for two seconds, then slowly turned his head and looked at the gothic magical girl with scarlet eyes.

The magical girl Ashes looked away from the doll, turned to look at Black Wukong, and said with a sneer: "Sure enough, you are in the same group, and you said 'Black Wukong is next to you', it is indeed a bluff..." "

Hearing this, Black Wukong quickly typed on the memo with his fingers, and then pointed the screen at the Trickster Doll, "Did you tell her my identity?"

The puppet first said to the magical girl Ashes: "There is a big misunderstanding, Miss Ashes, we are really not on the same team." After saying that, it turned to Black Wukong and waved its hand, and considered its words, "Well, I'm just shallow. He gave her a hint, but didn’t say anything. If you don’t believe me, you can ask her.”

Black Wukong was typing on his phone and raised the screen coldly: "You are such a bastard."

Magic girl Ash raised her little face and glanced at the two of them, her eyes as cold as knives, "You are still acting, do you really think I don't know you are a group?"

The hanging doll sighed, reached out and patted Black Wukong on the shoulder, and said to Ashes: "Yes, we are in the same group. If you have any grudges against me, just go to the person next to me."

Black Wukong moved his face and glared at it coldly through the mask. At the same time, he casually waved the golden cudgel behind his shoulder, and the spider silk the puppet was holding broke immediately.

"Hey hey hey, what are you doing?!"

The doll immediately lost its support and fell upside down towards the prosperous city. The colorful neon light cast from below instantly engulfed its body.

Under the viaduct, Black Goku and Magical Girl Ash looked at each other across the night sky and remained silent.

The light cast by the night moon was mostly blocked by the bridge deck of the viaduct. Half of Ash's face was shrouded in shadow, while the other half was bathed in the cold moonlight.

After a while, Hui Jin sighed and looked away from her, lowering his eyes to look at the doll falling towards the city.

"Forget it, I'll settle the score with him first, and I'll come back to you, you stinky monkey, next time."

After saying that, the Cinderella she held in her hand spread out a burst of magic ripples, driving her body towards the city like a gray comet.

At the same time, at the moment when the puppet was about to hit an aerial work platform, it lowered its right hand and shot a spider silk towards the glass curtain wall of a high-rise building. It grabbed the spider silk with its whole body and flew out screaming.

"Weird thing, stop!"

The sound of ashes came from above. She held the umbrella high and fell rapidly, her skirt flying, and her black hair completely raised upwards.

The puppet grabbed the spider silk and shuttled between high-rise buildings while shouting: "I know what you are angry about, Miss Ashes, I am very sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Shut up!"

The girl interrupted its words, her clear eyes filled with sullenness.

As she fell, she firmly held the handle of the umbrella, turned Cinderella's position, pointed the tip of the umbrella at the back of the doll, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshot sounded, a cold arc was drawn in mid-air, and the fine magic missiles accurately hit the puppet's back.

The puppet failed to react and was hit by a magic missile in the back, leaving a hole in its chest. It covered its heart, loosened the spider thread, turned around, and slowly fell to the road below.

The deafening sound of horns came from below. Once it fell onto the road with heavy traffic, it would be crushed into mud immediately.

In mid-air, it raised its empty eyes, covered its chest with both hands, and looked sincerely at the ashes hovering in the air: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tell Little Red Riding Hood your identity, I just looked at her so pitifully, she I admire you so much and want to know who you are, so how can I bear it? "

"I said, go to hell."

Magical girl Ash said coldly, her eyes covered by her falling hair.

The next moment, the doll's body fell onto the road, hit a huge truck head-on, and was knocked back more than ten meters, before hitting the surface of a building.

"We're still friends, right?"

It was like Jesus crucified on the cross, slowly looking up from the pit of the tall building and looking at the ashes with a grin.

"friend?"

Magical girl Ash sneered twice, lowered her gaze, and looked at him condescendingly: "We have never been friends... We are not now, and we will never be in the future."

After saying that, she pointed the tip of the umbrella at the doll's head and pulled the trigger hard. Lead-gray magic bullets shot out from the tip of the umbrella and accurately hit the doll's head.

"No...you're going to need me."

After saying the last sentence, the doll's head burst open with a pop.

It slowly lowered its head, its body gradually cracked and heated up, and finally turned into a burst of violent fire rising from the pit, lighting up the entire road and the dark tall building.

"It will happen one day..."

As Yuran's words fell, eerie laughter seemed to come from the air, resounding in every corner.

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