Superman's End Manual

Then, as if she and Blue Owl had reached an agreement, they each found a wooden desk on the rooftop and sat down.

The former had her hands on her skirt, her face indifferent;

The latter crossed its arms over its shoulders, tilted its head slightly, and its beak tilted accordingly.

The strange thing remained seated on the rooftop railing, having somehow produced a blackboard and a piece of chalk.

It held the blackboard in its lap, lowered its head, wrote on the blackboard with chalk, and then turned the blackboard towards the Blue Owl and Little Red Riding Hood.

"So, the first topic of our meeting today is whether you think Mr. Ke Mingye's reactions were realistic enough when he was impersonating us?"

As soon as he finished speaking, 11 scorecards suddenly appeared on Blue Owl and Little Red Riding Hood's desks, each marked with a number from "0" to "10".

The strange thing said in a low voice, "The maximum score is 10, and the minimum score is 0. Please rate it."

Little Red Riding Hood held up the scoreboard with "0" on it;

The blue owl hesitated for a moment, then held up the scoreboard with the number "5" on it.

The dice-wielding freak raised a non-existent eyebrow and held up a "3" sign that he had pulled out from who-knows-where.

It looked around, shook its head, and said with a rather helpless tone, "It seems that no one is very satisfied with Lao Ke's interpretation of his role?"

"Children who grow up with a silver spoon in their mouths cannot understand the feelings of children who grow up with garbage in their mouths."

Little Red Riding Hood lowered her eyes and spoke expressionlessly.

"That fishing diary he wrote is so muggsy, it doesn't fit my persona at all. I don't understand if he's trying to make me act cool, or if he's trying to create a contrasting persona like his sister. It's a bit awkward."

The blue owl put a hand to its forehead, speaking with a rather helpless expression.

"Oh my god, so you actually knew you were just messing around?"

As it spoke, the strange creature sitting on the railing made a gagging motion, paused for a while, and then continued.

"Back at the Rainbow Crossroads, your pretentious nonsense almost made me throw up. Ugh, what 'Only I understand Blue Raven,' what 'He is a true hero,' what 'No one can change my opinion of him,' you were just making a ridiculous Superman joke, and you still have the nerve to say that others are making ridiculous jokes."

"Please, that was just for the occasion. From the perspective of attracting attention, the result was a huge success, okay?"

Blue Owl shrugged dismissively, "Anyway, I'm a very competent actor. Unlike you, who only thinks about yourself and does whatever makes you happy."

The strange thing tilted its head and squinted its empty eyes at him: "Comrade Owl, why are you talking as if I haven't done anything for this family?"

"Um, may I ask what kind of help you provided?"

"What effort did you put in?"

As he spoke, the strange thing took a deep breath, covered his face with his hand, and said with great indignation, "If you ask me, I'm the real workaholic, okay? You guys never have to explode every time you appear. You're either hanging out with pretty girls or living off your superhero dads; only I have to explode every single episode. Is that fair? Is that fair?!"

It paused, shook its head, and said, "But we still get the same salary, which is a serious violation of the rights of working people. I will file a complaint with the Women's Federation tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Little Red Riding Hood expressionlessly raised the 0-point sign and said, word by word.

"Support. Oppose the tyranny of Lao Ke, start with strange things."

Blue Owl tapped the table lightly with his fingers and sighed, "Don't stir up trouble, buddy. I bet you two just randomly picked someone to play a role-playing game at his house and you were exposed on the very first day."

"Are you telling me that I'm a little blind?" Little Red Riding Hood retorted sarcastically.

"You seriously underestimate this cute and charming villainous monster. If it were up to me, I would have already completed the Extinction of the Superhumans ending without taking any damage."

The strange thing held up a finger and shook it dramatically, like a cowboy blowing on a smoking gun barrel, and gently blew on his index finger.

As it pretended, it suddenly covered its face and sobbed, "Never mind, let's not talk about this sad topic."

The next second, he switched back to his expressionless state: "Well then, that concludes the first topic. Now, let's move on to the second."

As it spoke, the strange thing continued to hold the blackboard in its arms and began writing words with chalk.

It finished writing quickly and then turned the blackboard toward Blue Owl and Little Red Riding Hood.

The strange thing lowered its face, grinned, and stared at the two of them with its empty eyes.

"Now, it's time to vote. Those who voted 'Kill the entire Bai family,' please write 'I'm here to kill your whole family' on the blackboard you're holding."

"And those who voted 'not to kill the entire Bai Ke family,' please voluntarily jump off the rooftop, thank you."

As it spoke, it pointed behind it, to the edge of the railing: "Jumping from such a height would be really cool, wouldn't it?"

"Idiot," Little Red Riding Hood said calmly. "I can fly. I won't die from falling."

The strange thing shrugged. "Oh, so I can use the web-shooter and still not die from falling. So, who here can't fly?"

After they finished speaking, they both turned their gaze to the silent Blue Owl.

Blue Owl's expression gradually turned serious. He rested his chin on his hand and said slowly, "Well, it seems I really might fall to my death. I guess I need to make a careful decision."

Upon hearing this, Little Red Riding Hood withdrew her gaze from him and said sarcastically, "Looks like you're an idiot too."

“Miss Little Red Riding Hood, what do you mean by that?” Blue Owl asked.

“The doll’s body is very light, it won’t die from a fall,” Little Red Riding Hood said.

"Oh, that makes sense."

The strange thing listened to their conversation, shrugged, and said seriously, "Okay, actually I was just joking. As the host of the meeting, I have to be strict, fair, and impartial, so I respect everyone's opinions."

It paused slightly at this point, then continued.

"So the vote continues. Should we kill the whole family or not? That is the question. As a community with a shared future, we need a convincing answer."

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(End of this chapter)

Chapter 174 Intracranial Conference: Strange Thing X Blue Owl X Little Red Riding Hood (Part Two)

In the setting sun, the strange creature sat on the railing, a slight grin on its lips.

As it hummed a song, it drew Black Cat Sheriff on the blackboard lying in its arms, and then said, "Those who support killing the entire Berk family, please type 1 on the blackboard; those who oppose killing the entire Berk family, please draw a Koch snowflake on the blackboard."

The blue owl tilted its head, looking at it with confusion;

Little Red Riding Hood slowly raised her eyes, scrutinizing the strange thing with a blank expression.

The strange thing glanced at the two of them, then lowered its head, raised a finger and said, "Alright, I know the Koch snowflake is too difficult for you, so how about we lower the difficulty a bit and make it a Möbius strip?"

Blue Owl shook his head helplessly: "Are you going to play or not?"

Little Red Riding Hood said, "It doesn't feel as good as... drawing your mother."

The strange thing said, "Miss Little Red Riding Hood, could you be a little more polite, like the gentle and elegant Mr. Strange Thing? With such an excellent role model as me by your side, even if you were a little match girl who grew up with a broken spoon in her mouth and lived in a garbage dump, you would surely be positively influenced to some extent, right?"

"Are you mistaken? Drawing your mother is much more complicated than drawing a Möbius strip," said Little Red Riding Hood.

"What do you mean by that?"

The strange thing tilted its head and raised an eyebrow that didn't actually exist.

"Your mother is an alien; we don't even know what she looks like."

"That makes sense." The strange thing suddenly realized and changed its mind, saying, "Then, how about drawing my mom?"

"Retarded."

"Their behavior needs to be improved," the blue owl said.

Little Red Riding Hood glanced at him: "What kind of manners do you expect from a girl from a garbage dump?"

Blue Owl shrugged: "That's why I said the quality needs to be lowered, not raised. Especially with this weirdo, we should suppress him severely to prevent the spread of evil practices."

The strange thing sighed: "Sigh, none of you are cooperating. It's really embarrassing for me, the host. I'm so sorry for being born. I didn't offend anyone. It's not my fault, it's the world's fault."

After spewing out a few classic elementary school student dark quotations, it leaned backward from the railing, embracing the blackboard used for graffiti as it plummeted to the ground.

"What's for dinner tonight?"

The blue owl turned its head to look at Little Red Riding Hood.

“Trash,” said Little Red Riding Hood.

"Eating junk food isn't good. I think you could come with me to eat pasta."

“I mean you’re pretty rubbish, not that you should eat rubbish.” Little Red Riding Hood lowered her eyes, flipping through a children’s picture book. “Also, girls who grew up in garbage dumps have never seen spaghetti.”

"Then we should definitely give it a try!"

As the two were talking, a mournful voice came from below the rooftop: "Don't bow your head, or your crown will fall; don't cry, or the bad guys will laugh."

"It's still turning evil."

"That's how elementary school students are."

As he spoke, the blue owl slowly rose from his seat, approached the edge of the rooftop, rested his arms on the railing, and looked down through his glasses.

The strange creature was clinging to the rooftop railing with a spider silk thread, holding the thread in its left hand and a blackboard in its right, quietly watching the sunset on the horizon.

The huge sun was reflected in the empty depths of his eyes, filled with sorrow.

Blue Owl looked down at him, puzzled, and asked, "Uh, if you don't understand, just ask. How long are you going to hang there?"

"I thought if I jumped off a building, you would care about me more." The strange thing was on the verge of tears. "But you don't care about me at all. I'd rather not stay in this world."

As soon as it finished speaking, it released its spider silk, and its body, which was falling towards the ground, gradually cracked and heated up. Then it transformed into a burst of violent fireworks that suddenly rose into the sky, and a strange laugh echoed throughout the deserted school.

The blue owl sighed.