Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

When it comes to creatures like humans, the energy they can produce when they are lying down in a normal state and when they are under tremendous psychological pressure are not at the same level. They are two different species.

Here, Roland had just left the gate of SHIELD and was riding his bicycle along the path along the river. Before he got home, Sitwell's call had already come through.

"As per your request, I have sent all the verified information about the Ghost Rider to your mailbox. Is there anything else you need help with, Mr. Roland?"

Look at this work attitude, look at this ability, look at this efficiency.

Fury has always been reluctant to kill Sitwell, probably not only because the fat man with a round head and big face looked happy, but also because of his ability as an all-round workman.

As long as Sitwell continues to work like this, it won't take long for him to become one of Fury's team members.

Therefore, people who know how to work and are skilled will never starve to death anywhere.

…………

After dismissing Sitwell with a few words, Roland kindly comforted him and told him that Fury would definitely not be willing to kill him, which moved the child to tears.

After that, Roland followed his original plan and rode his bicycle for a long time before returning home.

"Wanda, I have good news for you!"

Based on Wanda's otaku nature, Roland no longer had any wariness about this salted fish.

Like what she had always been afraid of before, the Daughter of Chaos awakened her desire for power one night, kicked him out of bed, climbed over the wall and went to find the Ancient One to fight for the Dark God Book or something like that. What happened to Wanda will never happen again.

She can make ten phone calls to complain about the cable TV bill, and is very proud of her behavior of snapping up all the pastoral potato chips in the supermarket. She can learn to cook, learn home tricks, and decorate scenes from TV programs. It can also be because the male and female protagonists in soap operas discuss the plot and chat with netizens...

She is already a completely ordinary, normal human woman.

The Book of Darkness?

The appeal of that thing to the current Wanda is probably not as great as a bag of potato chips, let alone things like ice cream and fruit salad.

Therefore, when Roland came home and saw Wanda lying on the sofa as usual, watching weird programs on TV, he was not surprised at all.

This is Wanda, the Wanda he knows and is familiar with.

"Ah? You're back. There's no food in the kitchen, Roland. I've been hungry for a long time. I want to eat this dish!"

Roland followed Wanda's finger and saw a contestant on the TV show showing his dish to the judges in a cooking competition-like program.

"Fortunately, it's not the Nine-turn Large Intestine..."

"what?"

"This is not important. Wanda, didn't you hear just now? I said I have some good news for you! Aren't you curious!"

Wanda shrugged, looking uninterested: "As long as you come back, it will always be good news, because you won't tell bad news.

When you came back before, you were covered in blood and had many holes poked in your body. You also said it was good news because you had fulfilled the request of the little spider child.

I never hear bad news from you, I'm used to it. "

amount……

All right. It is indeed the case.

But isn't this a good thing?

Roland shook his head: "This time is really different!"

He told Wanda all the things he had made up that Fury would promise him to do. As expected, Wanda became happier and happier as she listened. She jumped up from the sofa excitedly and gave Roland a firm hug.

"That's great Roland! It's really far from our house to go to Wal-Mart. Every time we have to... Oh, that's right!

lake! Didn't he say he would dig a small lake here? "

"He said it."

"But you didn't mention it just now..."

"That's what he's saying now."

"Oh my God! That's great Roland!"

………………

After coaxing Wanda, Roland sat on the sofa, took out his cell phone, and started to read the email Sitwell sent him.

I have to say it again, Sitwell does have some skills.

Roland has watched the Ghost Rider movie before, more than once, but after all, it was so long ago that it was even a lifetime ago.

All he remembered was that the guy was a skull on a motorcycle, had a girlfriend, and a skull on a horse, and then...

ah. Lizard on fire.

That was the most handsome transformation in history.

Roland didn't remember anything about the rest.

But the email sent by Sitwell was so detailed, when it was first monitored, where it had appeared, what it had done... everything was listed.

It is even clearly marked on it: [It is initially determined that this target can only release its ability after the sun disappears]

Okay, S.H.I.E.L.D.!

It's really yours.

Roland read the email twice and found that since this guy did a big thing more than a year ago and roasted the heads of more than 30 drag racing gangs overnight, he rarely showed up, and there were only a few brief reports. They are all [suspected], and there are even traces of suspected Ghost Riders found in seaside cities on the east and west sides at the same time.

It was obvious that no matter what happened to others or the situation of the other people in that folder, this Ghost Rider should have been let go by SHIELD.

"So, I really have to find it myself."

It’s just a long trip, it’s not a big deal~~
………………

The next morning, Roland appeared in a strange city.

This was the last place where the Ghost Rider was suspected to have appeared four months ago.

Roland felt that he should start looking here.

If Roland followed Roland's previous practice, he would definitely find a bar and cause trouble. When the local gangs came forward, he would directly take action and use these local snakes to find people.

However, it seems that there is no need to do this this time, because the person they are looking for is a flaming skull, and that guy's combat power is particularly strong in certain situations. Roland doesn't think these people can find him quickly.

Let's go to the cemetery first.

According to the information given by Sitwell and Roland's own memories, the riding skull seems to be the previous generation of Ghost Rider. Although Roland does not understand why this thing has the term "previous generation", it is true that he It exists.

And he is also one of the leaders of this generation's Ghost Rider, Johnny Blaze.

This guy was guarding the cemetery as a way to hide his identity. Although he didn’t know whether he was dead now, Johnny Blaze probably learned this method from his master. Since he didn’t show up, Roland felt that he was hiding somewhere. The possibility of becoming a gravekeeper in a cemetery is still very high.

……

So, a few days before arriving in this city, Roland had been... visiting the cemetery. So much so that among those who sell cemeteries in this city, a story began to spread, saying that there was a strange guy who was choosing a cemetery for himself.

He also always asked questions such as whether a QR code could be engraved on the tombstone.

What is QR code?
Finally, today, Roland came to the last, most remote, and cheapest cemetery in the city.

After sending away the cemetery salesperson, Roland leisurely walked around the huge cemetery field with his pockets in his pockets.

It can be seen that the business in this place is not very good, and there are indeed few people. Not only are there no grave sweepers, but Roland also noticed that many tombstones show signs of disrepair, indicating that they are not deserted for a day or two at all. Come on, it’s still the same sentence: This place is really remote.

After walking for a long time, Roland sat down under a big tree and lay there quietly.

He has a feeling that the guy he is looking for today should be here. This place is very suitable for a person who wants to hide his identity, a guy who wants to break away from normal people and normal social relationships. conditions that should exist.

Sure enough, Roland was lying here, feeling the breeze and the soft eyes through the leaves. When he was about to fall asleep, a voice woke him up.

"Although this is a good place to sleep, this is not a good place to sleep."

It sounds like nonsense, but Roland understands.

He opened his eyes with a smile and saw a man standing in front of him who was unkempt and unshaven, but with a "different style of painting".

The so-called different painting styles sometimes don't just refer to the color of hair or the style of clothes.

It's a matter of eyesight.

In most cases, in the ordinary work day after day, it is difficult to see in the eyes of people who are severely beaten by society and life, but dare not resist because they shoulder the responsibilities of the family, and can only bear the lash of life day by day. Passion, some enthusiasm, some determined brilliance.

This is especially true for people who passively avoid the world and blindly escape.

As for those who have endured misfortune, they see more numbness and despair.

However, Roland did not see this in the eyes of this seemingly decadent man.

Although he looked sleepy, as if he hadn't washed his face yet, his eyes were firm and energetic.

That is definitely the look in the eyes of someone who has always insisted on something.

It's not the things that cannot be given up, such as cigarettes, alcohol, and washing powder, but something that is something that you can actively persist in.

"Ha, do you think it's not good for me to sleep here because I take your place?"

Roland had no intention of getting up, but continued to lie on the ground and chatted with the stranger with a smile.

"Actually, you are."

He took off the hat on his head, put the double-barreled shotgun carried behind him in front of him, rested his elbows lightly on the butt of the gun, and said as if unintentionally: "I am the gravekeeper of this cemetery, sir.

If you want to ask for directions, I can tell you where the nearest shuttle bus is. If you like this cemetery and want to buy yourself a cemetery, I can call the manager for you. "

"Hahaha, what if I am neither."

"Then it's none of my business."

He loosened one hand from holding the butt of the gun, held it downwards, and held the shotgun flat in his hand: "That's your problem, my problem is that you took my place, you should leave. "

"What if I don't."

Roland still smiled playfully and looked at the tombkeeper holding a gun.

"Then, excuse me sir."

After looking at Roland for a while, the tombkeeper didn't say much. He simply put on his hat, put his shotgun back on his back, and walked away, back to a simple and plain little house.

"Ha, interesting."

Roland put his head on his hands and looked at the cabin in the distance. He came from the other direction just now and didn't see that place.

After a while, Roland yawned and fell asleep again.

And when he fell asleep, in the cabin, the seemingly weak tombkeeper had been standing by the window, staring at the tree on the hillside in the distance.

Although he couldn't see Roland lying under the tree, he knew that the man had been lying there, as if he was really sleeping.

At this time, what was in the hands of the tomb guard was no longer the long shotgun, but an ancient-looking and ordinary double-barreled short gun.

The gravekeeper stood like this by the window, staring at the hillside and the trees in the distance, until a long, long time, until the sun moved to the west, until the man lying under the tree stood up, without even looking at it. Go this way, get up and leave.

………………

Roland actually woke up from hunger.

No good person can bear to go all day without eating and just go to the cemetery to see the scenery and take a walk.

So, Roland left there and went to a place in the city to have a delicious meal of local food. He also took time to watch a Marseille and returned to the hotel to take a shower and change clothes.

Later, when it was getting late and the moon was setting and the moon was rising, he leisurely rode his bicycle all the way from the city back to the cemetery where he had been during the day.

"Ha, it's really a good place to kill people and hide corpses. It's also a good place to hide people."

Putting away the bicycle, Roland put his hands in his pockets and followed the path he had walked during the day step by step back to the tree on the hillside.

Lying there, Roland looked in the direction of the cabin he had seen during the day. It was already dark over there.

"Go to bed so early."

Roland said to himself: "Maybe I should sneak over and knock on his window to scare him!"

At this time, a gun barrel stretched out from the back of his head and hit Roland on the back of the head.

At the same time, Roland also heard someone's voice behind him.

"No need. You came here and lay here again in the middle of the night. You already scared me."

Roland didn't move, just smiled and said: "But I don't think you were scared at all. On the contrary, it's me, with the gun pointed at my head. I should be the one screaming loudly."

"Maybe you shouldn't do that because it's not a place where people should be making noise. Maybe people here don't like to be disturbed."

"Then what if I become a person here~"

"You want to lie in a coffin somewhere too?!"

"If I say that I'm here to apply for a job as a tombkeeper to work with you, you probably won't believe me.

Actually, I'm here to find someone. "

The voice of the tombkeeper behind him seemed to be colder: "Who is the person you are looking for?"

"Let me see... it says Johnny Blaze. Do you know this person? Maybe... Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Roland, Romain Roland. I don't know who you are..."

"Johnny."

The gravekeeper said coldly: "Johnny Blaze."

(End of this chapter)