Meiman: Get a Ghost Rider at the beginning

121,Hall Om Mig

At night, in a bustling city where countless homeless people gather.

A drunken homeless man walked drunkenly on the streets of New York.

Obviously, this is a homeless man who has just gone bankrupt, because the suit he is wearing is still new, not dirty and smelly.

"I have no money, haha, I have no money, my house is mortgaged, my car is mortgaged, what else can I sell?"

The homeless man laughed at himself and asked someone to borrow money?This is simply not possible in this indifferent city. Banks will only lend money to rich people, not poor people.

The homeless man ran a small company and finally made some progress, but he encountered a financial crisis. All of a sudden, the capital chain was tightly trapped by his customers, and the turnover was not smooth.

He was about to go bankrupt, but he had no choice because he had nothing to mortgage. The house was bought with a loan, as was the car, and he couldn't get much money back at all.

Just when he was hazy and about to get drunk, an old man appeared in front of him and handed him a pot, saying that he could exchange money for it, but he would have to pay a trivial price. . . . .

When the man was drunk, he took it over with a smile, saying that he didn't want anything given to him for free.

Then I found a chair on the side of the road and lay down to sleep.

The next day, he was woken up by the ringing of the phone early in the morning. The bank called him to tell him to pay off his credit card and loan quickly, otherwise his house would be taken away when the time came.

"Mr. Smith, the loan you owe the bank is almost overdue this month. Please find a way to repay the loan as soon as possible, otherwise the bank will ask the court to take away your house in accordance with the law..."

The man smiled sarcastically and hung up the phone. He planned to go home and commit suicide. Was he still afraid of you as a debt collector?

When he returned home, he tied a rope. He wanted to die in this house so that no one behind would dare to live in it.

People in the United States believe in science, but buying a house is just as superstitious. As long as a house where someone has died is generally difficult to sell, others will not accept the price reduction, which is considered bad luck.

The man took a sip of water, took off his clothes, and in a daze, he touched the small copper pot in his pocket.

When I took it out, I saw a copper kettle engraved with mysterious runes, but the densely packed runes on it looked like a skull pattern no matter how you looked at it.

"I was drunk last night? Why can't I remember who gave it to me? But it doesn't matter, this thing is not worth as much as my leather shoes..." Smile to yourself, a golden pot can't save yourself, let alone A copper kettle.

After hanging the rope, the man stretched his neck in and kicked the chair over.

For a moment, the feeling of suffocation made the man breathless and painful, but he was even more painful because he was bankrupt, his wife was separated, and once a person lost his faith, the pain of death only made him feel relaxed.

In a trance, when he was about to lose consciousness, he saw an incredible scene.

[Wait, what is that? 】

He struggled to hold the rope with both hands so that his neck could breathe some air so that he could confirm whether he was seeing an hallucination.

Because, the copper kettle on the table was constantly spraying money out, one by one banknotes——

Perhaps he was not destined to die, or perhaps it was the man's first time hanging and he had little experience in hanging. The buckle of the rope tied to the ceiling came loose, and the man named Smith fell from mid-air.

After breathing heavily, the man untied the rope buckle around his neck, crawled over, and rubbed his eyes. He saw it right. The ground was full of banknotes, all of which were sprayed out from the copper pot, and they were old ones with non-consecutive numbers. money.

"Hahahaha~ God bless me, and I was able to survive from a desperate situation..."

The man ecstatically picked up the copper pot, which was still spitting out banknotes one after another without stopping...

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"The recent cases are very strange. Some frail homeless people called the police and reported that they were kidnapped by mysterious people. They were then blindfolded and almost drowned. Then the other party gave them some money and let them go."

In the bar, George was sitting on the bar, chatting with Roger.

Back in New York, Roger once again lived a life of poverty and desolation, because he was carrying a reward of [-] million, and no one dared to ask him to issue tasks.

I didn’t know how to work, I didn’t have time to do business, and I had to practice cultivation. I quickly ran out of money, so I had no choice but to call George and ask him to go out for a drink, and asked him to treat him...

George talked about a strange case he encountered recently.

Almost every day or two, you will receive a call to the police, and the callers are usually homeless people. According to them, they were knocked unconscious or stunned while sleeping and then taken into a car.

Finally, they were blindfolded and taken to a certain place, and then they were tortured inhumanely. Some of them strangled their necks and suffocated them, and some of them drowned them. But to no one's surprise, the other party didn't intend to kill them.

Instead, after torturing them for several hours, they let them go and stuffed some money into their pockets.

This made the policeman who handled the case puzzled. It didn't look like killing someone, and he even gave some money to compensate the homeless man. He could only be described as another perverted lunatic. After all, the country is big and has everything.

However, the criminals are very cautious and always choose remote places without surveillance, and their targets are homeless people. This makes the police temporarily unable to find a clue to solve the case.

In addition, the people who called the police were all bankrupt and poor, and there was no body or death, so there was not much energy to solve this case.

But George still felt that it was a hidden danger. If no body was found, it did not mean that the other party had not killed anyone. What if the other party accidentally drowned the person?

So he and another colleague are still investigating the case.

Roger took a sip of wine, "I have no clue about this. Unless you can find a dead person who was killed by him, I can also use black magic to help you find the murderer. Solving crimes is not my specialty... "

George scratched his head in annoyance, "I know, I just feel that this case may not be simple, and there will be some other things coming up."

"Haha, I wouldn't be surprised if an old man Jigsaw appears here one day. After all, the world is a big place and there are people of all kinds."

"Old Man Jigsaw?"

"Nothing, just a perverted murderer in a movie."

"Oh."

The two chatted for a while. When George saw that it was getting late, he said goodbye to Roger and went home. After all, he was a family man.

Roger drank alone and was bored because he couldn't find anyone to chat with, so he left the bar and drove to Sally's house.

I haven’t seen you for a while, and I’m getting a little angry——

Boom~!

He parked the car steadily, and as soon as he arrived downstairs of her house, he took out his mobile phone and entered her mobile number. Before he could get through, he saw a car parked steadily next to her.

Then a man and Sally got out of the car, and the two seemed a little intimate.

"Hi~ Luo, why are you here?" Sally said in surprise, "Sorry, let me introduce you, this is my boyfriend, Andy..."

"Andy, this is what I said before, the Luo who saved me with Officer George."

The man named Andy politely stepped forward to shake hands, "Hello, my name is Andy~"

Roger shook hands with him with a depressed look on his face, "My name is Roger, I'm sorry, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first..."

They hadn't seen each other for more than a month, and the other person actually had a boyfriend. Why don't you leave and stay and eat dog food? This made Roger quite depressed, but that was the trend in this city.

Agreeing to play poker with you does not mean that the relationship between a man and a woman has been confirmed.

After Roger left, Andy asked Sally jealously, "He seems to want to pursue you?"

He didn't want to pursue me. We haven't seen each other for almost two months. He just wanted to play poker with me...

Sally thought so in her heart, but said, "Maybe, it seems you are jealous?"

"How could that be? This proves that you are charming, and I can't even be happy~" Andy said.

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Alas, it’s not good to be single. It’s hard to find someone to play cards with~

Roger was so depressed that he had to go back alone. After thinking about it, he drove to the place with the best scenery for a walk and had some fresh air. If he didn’t have any, he bought a few cans of beer and went home to sleep~

When they came to an open-air bar with an elegant environment, some people were dancing waltz and some were playing violins. Seeing that the atmosphere was good, Roger stopped to enjoy it.

Accidentally, I saw a beautiful figure.

"Maria Vovade?" Roger shouted subconsciously.

Because the familiar figure is still the same, biting a straw, drinking a drink, holding a pen to copy and write in the book, frowning and thinking about something.

When she heard someone calling her name, the girl subconsciously looked up and saw a strange handsome guy, "Are you~?!"

"It's me, Roger."

Suddenly she realized that the last time she met her was in a vest, so it was normal for her not to recognize herself.

"Luo? But you don't look like...?" Maria was deeply impressed by Roger, because he persuaded her to leave, and finally took a plane to leave, but unexpectedly stayed away from the pyramid. Averted.

The Pyramid Incident in Cairo caused heavy casualties, which made her a little scared. At the same time, she was extremely curious about Roger. How did he know that something big was going to happen? However, when she saw him at the airport later, he was like a stranger, with a girlfriend beside him.

"Ahem, because I had a mission in Cairo that time, so I disguised myself a little bit. This is my true self," Roger explained.

"But you are too..." the young girl Maria said in surprise.

Roger looked around and saw that no one was looking here, so he touched his face, quickly switched his vest, and then changed it back again.

"Ahem, actually, I am an exorcist, so sometimes in order to avoid some trouble, I often change my appearance. You know~"

Maria nodded blankly, and instantly imagined scenes from more than a dozen or twenty Hollywood blockbusters in her mind. After a superhero performed a heroic deed, he had no choice but to change into someone else's identity in order to avoid the police.

"By the way, what are you doing here?"

"I'm writing a song." Maria waved the notebook on her hand, on which she wrote some musical notation and some lyrics.

"My friends and I started a band together, and we have been performing in various bars recently."

Next, Maria explained how she came to the United States. The path to becoming an actor in Hollywood was not as easy as she imagined. Instead, it was a bumpy road.

Hollywood, where handsome guys and beauties from all over the world gather to pursue their dreams of becoming actors.

An actress with no reputation and no resources can't get any roles based on her looks alone. Even if you sleep over the entire crew, she will only get a supporting role ranked seventh or eighth at most.

Playing a supporting role was simply not enough to support herself, so Maria started a band with her friends. She would only play supporting roles when she had free time while running around, to continue her movie dream.

I don’t know why, maybe it was the incident in Cairo that made Maria full of curiosity about this mysterious man. After seeing the man’s ability to change his appearance in a second, Maria put down her guard and put all her clothes on for many days. Tell the other person about your experiences.

"That's it~" His head hurt, and Roger touched his head. He was not a big capitalist, so he seemed to be unable to help the other party.

However, Roger took a look at the songs on the other person's notebook and found...

"I can't help you with movies, but I can help you a little bit with songs. I know a nicer song, so I can give you one~"

Maria's eyes lit up, "Is it really possible? Thank you so much. I'm the lead singer in the band, and I've had a headache for several days and can't write a song."

After saying that, he happily pushed the notebook and pen over to Roger.

Looking at the staff above, Roger was a little embarrassed. How could he understand this thing?

"Ahem, I'm not very familiar with musical notation. Let me read it to you and you write it."

"That's it, that's ok..." Maria was a little disappointed. It seemed that the other party was an outsider. He didn't even understand music notation, and he didn't expect to be able to write any good songs.

"Ahem, then I'll start, it's like this~"

"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo~"

"The black-tailed roar that can't finish climbing~ kills all the wild animals in one go."

"I can't be so powerful. Oh, I don't want to be nice."

""Whoosh~" Lucky flies and roars beautifully."

"Jessfo, hey, I'm beating European and American girls."

From being disappointed at first, Maria's expression gradually became more and more serious, and then she became excited, and her hands began to write quickly on the paper.

While writing lyrics and notes, I would stop from time to time and ask Roger how to sing which verse, even though I hummed it again, compare it with the other person and then correct it.

Just like that, after half an hour of revision and revision, it was finally completed. The reason it took so long was mainly because Roger, a musical idiot, could only hum and didn't understand all the tones of the staff.

Maria held the song written in her hand and said, "It's done. It's great. This song is perfect for singing in a bar. Do you still remember what instrument should be matched with its tone?"

Roger smiled, "As long as it's a blast of rock music, it fits it. You have to sing its love-talking style as if it's a war. I believe it will definitely become a hit."

Maria hesitated, "Is this song really given to me?"

Roger saw her worries. After all, he was a novice in music. Writing a good song was too doubtful, so he comforted her, "Don't worry, this song will definitely not involve plagiarism. Remember to go early." Sign it up and trust me, it’s original.”

At least in this world it is original.

Maria was very happy when she heard this. How can a person who loves music refuse a good song?

The two chatted for a long time. When they last looked at the time, it was after one o'clock. Maria planned to go home, saying that she lived nearby and the security here was relatively safe.

Roger sent her back, and the two of them chatted and walked. Finally, when the other party entered the apartment, they suddenly remembered something.

Maria asked, "By the way, Luo, what's the name of this song?"

Roger got on the motorcycle and waved goodbye——

"HallOmMig."