Superman's End Manual

However, after the other party accidentally discovered his identity as a vigilante, everything quietly changed.

"Should I call you Ke Youqing, or... Blue Crow?"

In my memory, it was pouring rain at the time, and the young man stood on the deserted street, whispering to him silently.

"The crow killed my family and made me realize what it feels like to have nothing."

"Ke Youqing, you are my best friend. You made me realize that I am not completely without anything. Perhaps no matter how painful the current situation is, as long as I get through it, life will slowly get better."

"And now you're telling me... you're the Blue Raven?"

Ke Youqing was unaware of the cause of the matter at that time; he simply stared at him blankly and slowly asked.

"what are you talking about?"

The young man stood motionless in the rain for a long time before finally looking up at him through his rain-dampened bangs. His expression was uncertain, and a slow, unsettling smile spread across his lips, a smile that seemed to be a mixture of anger and sorrow.

A moment later, he bent down and slowly took out many crow specimens from his schoolbag, carefully placing them one by one on the ground.

Most of them were torn to shreds, too bad to look at, with sharp knife marks, as if someone had vented their anger on them.

"We will meet again, in another way..."

"They are both friends and enemies."

After saying that, the young man tilted his head and raised a clock he was holding in his right hand.

He slowly pressed the button on the clock with his index finger, and then, amidst the clicking sound, his figure suddenly disappeared into the rain.

It was as if a second had been stolen from the heavens, or as if it had been swallowed up by millions of tons of raindrops pouring down from the sky.

From that day on, Ke Youqing never saw this friend again.

But soon after, as news of the young man's disappearance spread throughout the city, a figure calling himself "The Watchman" began to appear in the surrounding areas of Beijing, hunting down superheroes from the Superhero Association.

Dozens of superheroes died in just one week...

For the next two decades, they were entangled repeatedly from different standpoints, sometimes like old friends reunited after a long time, and sometimes like enemies who hated each other.

Blue Raven had wondered if he himself had single-handedly brought the gentle, lamb-like youth in his memory into the future Watchmaker, but he could only repeatedly erase these painful and guilty thoughts from his mind and try his best to make up for those mistakes in reality.

In the decades that followed, however, he never managed to catch the Watchman, because the Watchman was probably the person in the world who hated him the most, but also knew him the most, so he always managed to escape from him with ease.

It's like playing a cat-and-mouse game, where the ones who get hurt are never the two main characters, but the innocent people.

At this moment, the scene before him reminded Qingya of that name once again.

The Dice Man's temperament is exactly the same as that of the young Watchman: crazy, bizarre, and illogical, yet he treats a certain superhero as a friend and manipulates him at will.

The relationship between Blue Owl and Dice Man is similar to that between him and Watchman back then.

As the crow pondered this, it couldn't help but marvel at how the world seemed like a giant cycle. The past always repeats itself, and things said goodbye always reappear in another form.

He lowered his head, took a deep breath of the murky air, and then slowly released the flock of crows, which lifted Che Zhengchen's figure before he walked out of the abandoned factory.

As dusk approached, on the fifth floor of the Superior Building, in the staff-only restaurant.

The restaurant is decorated in an extremely luxurious style, with elaborate and beautiful decorations everywhere, but the dome is adorned with cold-toned incandescent light, making the overall look very incongruous.

At this moment, Blue Owl and Platinum Wings were sitting in a corner, quietly drinking afternoon tea around a table covered with an elegant tablecloth.

Blue Owl shifted his gaze and looked around. He noticed that many superheroes carrying trays back to their seats, commanders waiting in line to get their meals, and even restaurant staff were all secretly casting glances at him.

Ever since they saw Blue Raven save him, the way everyone in the Superhero Association looked at him changed.

They had been making a bet in private, and many people thought that the crow wouldn't even give a damn about this reckless imitator.

But just a moment ago, they never expected that the crow would actually save the blue owl in front of everyone, and even reminded him, "Think before you act in the future."

So everyone finally started to take this mysterious red and blue owl seriously and became curious about the blue owl's identity.

Some say the Blue Owl might be a relative of the Crow; others say the Crow is a university professor and the Blue Owl is his student.

Someone sneered, "If Green Crow has a son, then his son should be about the age where he can wear battle armor. You know what I mean?"

Others dismissed his idea, saying that if a monster like the Blue Raven could form a family, they would eat shit; it would be more convincing if he said he adopted an orphan.

Some people even said that even if he adopted an orphan, the child would definitely become an extremely withdrawn and gloomy freak under the influence of the crow. In contrast, the blue owl was much more cheerful and didn't seem like someone raised by the crow.

Blue Owl sighed, withdrawing his attention from his surroundings, and asked while eating his ice cream with a silver spoon, "So what's going on? Is Commander Che alright?"

The telekinetic sister replied, "The Blue Raven rescued him. They said he's alright and has been taken to the Central Hospital. There are a bunch of superhuman bodyguards protecting him, so there's no need to worry about him for now."

"Oh, then aren't they going to pull me aside to ask me anything?" Blue Owl leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

“Move your head away a little,” the nun said.

"why?"

"Because your beak is about to peck my face."

"oh oh."

"I advise you to remove this thing from your helmet, otherwise someone might accuse you of sexual harassment."

"I'm sorry, but if I may be so blunt, shouldn't we also sue Blue Crow?"

While listening in, Platinum Wings laughed and said, "No, no, no, Raven almost never communicates with others. I've never even heard him say more than a few words, so I was actually quite shocked when he reminded you."

"It's just an old guy giving a newbie some advice, what's so shocking about that?" Blue Owl paused, then lowered his head and said, "Well, actually I'm quite happy about it too."

Platinum Wings laughed and said, "I can tell, after all, your battle suit is a clear imitation of his."

"So, getting back to the point, I was in my office when Commander Che was arrested,"

“No need, Blue Raven has taken over the investigation of this matter,” Sister Telekinesis said. “He has the authority to view the surveillance cameras throughout the entire Superhero Building, including those in Commander Che’s office. However, only the high-ranking officials and Round Table heroes have the authority to view the surveillance footage in the Commander’s office.”

Upon hearing this, the blue owl paused slightly, pondering with chopsticks in its mouth.

"No way, what is Commander Che thinking? Since there are surveillance cameras in the office, wouldn't Dad and the association's higher-ups know that I asked Commander Che to use his connections to get into the association?"

He thought about it and then realized something was wrong. If Commander Che didn't want that conversation to be overheard, he certainly wouldn't have said it so openly under the surveillance camera.

So, what Che Zhengchen said to him back then was actually meant for the higher-ups of the Super Hero Association.

He wanted to explain to the association's higher-ups how a hero who dared to wear this suit that might attract watch enthusiasts could possibly be a hidden dangerous element.

Furthermore, given Che Zhengchen's more than 20 years of experience working in the Super Hero Association, his status and abilities are sufficient to persuade the higher-ups to accept his ideas.

Not to mention, Blue Owl's act of risking his life to save him should have caught the attention of the higher-ups.

Even if we take a step back and assume that Blue Owl is just a minor character, even with the gimmick of being a "Blue Crow imitator," he is still an insignificant character, and how many people would even notice him?

To catch the eye of those big shots, one must at least be a member of the Roundtable or an S-class executive of the Control Bureau, rather than a fledgling E-class hero who has yet to make a name for himself.

The blue owl pondered for a moment, then asked with considerable curiosity.

"By the way, you said that the heroes of the Round Table have access to the surveillance cameras in the commander's office. Does that mean the heroes of the Round Table are even higher in status than the commander?"

The psychic nun tilted her head and looked at him with a frown.

"That's right. Heroes who can enter the Superhero Roundtable basically don't need commanders to direct and manage them anymore. Don't you even know this basic common sense?"

At one corner of the table, the mechanical pioneer, who had been silent all along, suddenly said, "If you don't understand something, you can ask me. I can search it on Baidu for you." As he spoke, he took a sip of his drink.

Upon hearing this, Blue Owl turned his head, gave the cyborg a surprised look, and then asked jokingly, "Uh...brother, do you have Baidu in your head?"

The mechanical vanguard remained silent.

“There really is a Baidu.” Platinum Wings chuckled and said quietly, “His brain has been modified to have a built-in search engine.”

The mechanical pioneer nodded, neither denying it nor denying it.

Blue Owl paused for a moment, then clasped his hands together and silently apologized: "It's alright then. I was wrong, Mechanical Vanguard. I'll ask you if I don't understand something in the future, since you have a partnership with Baidu."

Platinum Wings couldn't help but chuckle and continued, "There's no need to use our full names. Just use the abbreviations of our codenames. For example, I'm 'White Wing,' she's 'Nun,' and this big guy is 'Vanguard.'"

"Do you agree?"

As she spoke, Blue Owl turned her gaze to the other two. One nodded silently, and the other gave a deep "hmm," both indicating that they had no objections.

"That's good." The blue owl tilted its head and spread its hands, its beak tilting accordingly.

"So, are you now certain you're joining our team?" the nun asked.

"I suppose so. Please give me your guidance."

As the blue owl spoke, he reached out his hand to her, but the nun ignored his hand, grasped his beak, and shook it up and down expressionlessly.

"Please give me your guidance," she said.

The blue owl paused for a moment, withdrew its right hand, shrugged, and lowered its head, wiggling its beak. "Uh... it's not impossible, but can I sue you for sexual harassment?"

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Chapter 165 Hell's Hymn

July 9th, at dusk, in a private bar called "Incamon".

Deep, warm jazz music enveloped the ears of every guest.

The bar's interior is decorated in a classic and sophisticated style, with dim lighting filtering through chandeliers and casting shadows on the wooden bar counter and leather chairs. The walls are covered with vintage black and white photographs.

"That's strange... The worms inside Che Zhengchen's body have disappeared, why?"