Westbrook, in the bedroom of a private house in a dilapidated residential area.
The sunlight outside the window pours in through the gaps in the roller curtains, illuminating this relatively small and cheap bedroom.
The ceiling fan rotates slowly, blowing down a weak breeze. A light installed in the middle of the ceiling fan is still running, mixing with the sunlight outside the window, illuminating the entire room.
The bedroom is small and looks like a dormitory for migrant workers. There is not much furniture, only a desk near the window, a chair, a wardrobe close to the wall and a wooden bed with an iron frame.
The only high-tech thing in the whole room is probably the electronic automatic door at the entrance and exit of the room.
Simple, cheap, and poor, this is what Johnny Silverhand feels in his bedroom.
He lay on the iron frame bed and opened his eyes listlessly. There was no light in his eyes under his sunglasses, and he looked like an emotionless robot.
"I still can't adapt to this body well... Heh, I don't know if that guy can do what he promised me."
He murmured to himself, leisurely stood up from the bed, without any of the energy he had when he just woke up, and moved neatly to the desk next to the bed.
There is an ancient book on the desk, the cover is slightly worn, and it looks like it has been read countless times.
"Time flies so fast. Before I know it, a month has passed. It's been so long that I can read a book several times." Johnny Silverhand lamented.
After the incident that night, he himself obeyed the arrangements of "Officer" Lin Mo and lived in the NCPD cell for several days.
Later, he was fished out of the cell by the senior police officers in the name of a "tainted witness" and was inexplicably kicked out of the police station.
The whole process of escaping could be said to be unnoticed. The night he escaped from the police station, the lock of the cell was opened inexplicably. There was not even a policeman outside the corridor or in the entire police station. He just walked out of the police station openly and openly.
walked out.
However, this is just a small matter after all. With Lin Mo's connections and skills, it is not difficult to get him out of the cell.
After "escaping" from the police station, he became a completely free man. He only had a few thousand euros that he took away from the police station. He had no guidance at all about where to go and what to do next.
It all depends on his own ideas.
Naturally, with his current status and interpersonal relationships, he could go to Kerry or Rogge for help, and it would not be a problem to be popular and drink spicy food in the future.
However, after such a big event, he had no extra desires or ambitions. Deep down in his heart, he became extremely dull. He just wanted to find a place to be quiet, take stock carefully, and think about what happened after his rebirth.
all the things to do and get a good look at the city.
As a result, when faced with Kerry's dinner invitation and Rogge's invitation to meet, he temporarily declined.
After all, there is still a lot of time in the future, and there is no rush now. Let's find a better time to have dinner together.
Anyway, that boy Lin Mo has taken many people on a trip, and now there are not many friends left in this city. Without that boy's bickering, he himself is a little uncomfortable.
Finally, he contacted Knight, asked for his help, found his current residence, and rented this private house with the remaining euros.
As of today, his short-term rental period is about to end.
"It's been quiet for a whole month. It's time to leave here." Johnny shook his head and smiled, holding the book in his hand and stuffing it into his bag on the desk.
He hung his satchel on his body, walked to the living room, looked around at the layout and objects here, and rechecked whether he had left anything behind.
After confirming that it was correct, he walked out of the door and came to the corridor of this small residential building.
"Before you leave, let's go talk to Steve." He suddenly thought of the young man he had met after arriving here.
The other person was the neighbor across from his rental house. He was a young man who liked rock music very much. He lived with his parents and was a very good person. He admired this young man very much.
Although the sun is shining outside, the corridor is dark, the walls are covered with traces of random graffiti, and there is a lot of garbage on the ground.
Johnny skillfully walked to the unit diagonally opposite and pressed the doorbell.
"Who are you? What's wrong?" A confused voice came from the house.
"I'm Richard Knight! The master of this city! Open the door for me!" Johnny yelled in response as if he was playing a prank.
The door opened quickly, and a black-haired Mexican young man walked out.
"Hey, how are you doing lately? I recently got a new record, are you interested in chatting?" Steve looked at the friend in front of him with interest.
Since the two of them met, the other party has never told him his name. Every time he sees him, he is always wearing those sunglasses and looks like he is two hundred and fifty.
However, these details do not affect the relationship between the two of them. This neighbor who has just moved in for a month has an extremely rich knowledge of rock music, and he is also happy to teach him about rock music knowledge and playing.
Guitar playing skills.
"Let's talk about it later when we have a chance. Now I have something to do. I need a driver and a car to go to several places to do things." Johnny waved his hand, indicating that he was not interested.
Steve shook his head, leaned against the door frame with a troubled expression, and said after a moment: "As for the driver, you can ask me. If you want a car, you can borrow my dad's car."
"Well, thank you, but boy, what's the matter with the bruise on your eye? You were playing the guitar, swinging your head in a trance, and accidentally hit the wall?" Johnny asked with a smile.
"I was beaten by my dad because I practiced guitar too late last night. I got up too late and didn't wake him up, which made him late." Steve said a little aggrievedly.
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"Then you can go to my house and get an alarm clock. The door is unlocked, so you can come in and take whatever you like." Johnny said.
Steve glanced at him doubtfully and saw the pocket bag slung across his shoulders. After pondering for a while, he still asked stupidly: "You don't want it anymore?"
"Oh, that thing has been bothering me for a month. It's time to throw it away. By the way, how is your guitar practice? You practiced all night last night?" Johnny asked.
Steve's expression quickly became lonely, and he didn't know if he was feeling lost because of Johnny's departure.
He said a little unhappily: "Yes, but I am terrible at playing, and I feel like I have no talent."
"You don't have to force yourself. Technique is indeed very important, but in another aspect of rock music, the emotion invested in the music is also crucial. You have to understand why you are playing. Only in this way can people learn from your music.
Find sustenance." Johnny said calmly.
Steve nodded: "Well, it's up to you."
"Okay, no more chatting. I'm pressed for time. Are you free now?" Johnny asked.
Steve turned around, glanced at his home, and then walked into the house.
After a while, he took a bunch of car keys from the house and showed them off to Johnny a few times: "Of course I'm free, but where are you going?"
"Time Machine, the store that sells musical instruments and video tapes." Johnny said calmly.
"Oh? It's the street that sells entertainment items. My friends often go there to buy Mewtwo. It is said that there is a new mysterious Mewtwo released recently. They were chatting with me this morning." Steve was quite interested.
say.
"Yes, that's it. It's getting late now, let's go." Johnny patted Steve on the shoulder.
The latter nodded, holding the key in his hand, and walked towards the exit of the small building with Johnny.
Walking through the slightly dirty and dilapidated corridor, the two came to the outside of the residential building.
The evening sun was faint and not very bright, with a slight cool breeze blowing by. There were a few cars sparsely parked in the small open space outside the building, and the scenery was a bit depressing.
"What are you doing out here! Get the hell back here. Damn it, you run out every day without any dignity. What do you want to do now with my key?" A man wearing casual home clothes sat on the small steps.
When he saw Steve coming out, he immediately yelled at him angrily.
Steve's face suddenly darkened, and he stuttered a little: "I...uh, I want to go out."
"Where else are you going at this time! Fuck you, get back here!" The man stood up, stretched out his hand and slapped Steve hard on the head.
His slap did not fall after all, Johnny quickly grasped his wrist and stopped his movements.
"Hey, relax, don't be angry, I just went out with Steve for something and asked him to do a favor. Don't worry, I won't let him waste his time." Johnny said calmly.
The man glanced at Johnny dissatisfied. After a long time, he withdrew his palm, straightened his clothes and said, "In two hours at most, I have to see him come back with the money."
"Okay, Dad." Steve left these words lonely and walked towards a car without looking back.
Johnny shook his head helplessly and followed Steve without saying anything.
Perhaps this month's "cultivating one's moral character" life has been quite effective, or perhaps it is because he has settled his knot and fulfilled his dream back then, but now his temper has become much calmer.
Apart from anything else, if it were him in the past, facing an unreasonable person like Steve's father, he would definitely slap him in the face.
But now, he can consider many things.
It is difficult for an upright official to deal with household chores. For Steve, he is just a friend who met by chance and a neighbor who will be separated when the lease term of the house is over. It is impossible for him to waste time to deal with the conflict between their father and son for Steve.
The most important point is that a real rock musician must integrate his emotions into the music, and "rebellion" is the best emotion. Steve must learn to experience and deal with it all.
With this thought in mind, Johnny slowly sat in the passenger seat of the car. Looking at Steve, who looked a little depressed, he couldn't help but smile and comfort him:
"You can tell me how much money you need later. You can keep the excess as pocket money. Also, don't take your father's words to heart."
Steve waved his hand, with a smile on his lips: "It's okay, you don't need to spend money, I have some money saved more or less."
"Where did it come from? Can you tell me?" Johnny couldn't help but be a little curious. After all, he also knew that the young man in front of him had no job.
Steve turned around and thought for a while, then made up his mind and looked at Johnny and said: "Mrs. Juarez paid me to clean her house, but in fact her house is very clean, I guess she hired me
In the past, I just wanted to find someone to chat with."
"Well, you did a good job." Johnny nodded and said without hesitation of praise.
Steve withdrew his gaze and turned the car key in his hand. The old vehicle started slowly, and the engine sound was like the roar of an old man.
"By the way, can you tell us our destination again?"
"Time machine," Johnny said.
"Oh! I remembered, cool! I've been to that place before and met Kerry Orodine there." Steve suddenly became excited.
Johnny looked at him curiously and asked, "Are you his fan?"
"Isn't it, a legend in the rock music industry! He has lived for decades and is still an evergreen tree in the rock music industry. Not long ago, he also held a performance that shocked the world in the company square... You should know that day
What happened?" Steve tilted his head and looked at Johnny and asked.
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"That's right, think about it, being able to hold a concert on that occasion, and even inciting so many thugs to resist the company, is awesome!" Steve became more and more excited as he spoke.
Johnny nodded slightly and responded with a long smile: "These are actually not important. As long as Kerry's rock skills are still there and his performance is brilliant enough, there is no way he will collapse."
"Well, that's right. Even without that concert, he would still be a superstar in the rock and roll industry. However... I heard that he suffered from depression before, and it seemed that he gradually got better after that concert.
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"Is there such a thing..." The corners of Johnny's mouth raised slightly.
The chat between the two has been centered around a few fixed topics such as Kerry and rock music. The conversation was nothing more than some gossip about Kerry and some knowledge about rock music.
As a veteran, Johnny guided the young man for a few times, pointed out his current shortcomings and areas for improvement, and gave him a suitable direction for practice.
The time that passed during the conversation passed very quickly. Before the two of them finished talking, the vehicle had already reached its destination.
"We're here," Steve prompted.
"Wait for me here." Johnny opened the car door and walked out.
However, after he got out of the car, the driver's door was also opened. Steve got out of the car and smiled enthusiastically: "I'm going too, to see if there is a new album released."
"Whatever." Johnny shrugged.
When Johnny walked into the musical instrument store, he didn't waste his eyes on those junk guitars that looked exquisite but were actually useless. He went straight to the owner of the store and told him that he wanted to spend a lot of money to buy the best guitar.
Seeing a big customer coming into the store, the owner also warmly welcomed the two of them into the back room of the store. There, Johnny got what he wanted and fell in love with an antique that had been maintained for nearly a hundred years and had excellent performance.
Guitar.
He immediately bought it and played it improvisationally.
"My God, I've never heard anyone play Silver Hand's music so well!" Steve, who was listening to the performance, couldn't help but praise.
"You know Silverhand?" Johnny gave Steve a funny look.
"Who doesn't know the legend of Night City? He was once a rock boy and the captain of Kerry. This guy is very talented and has his own rock style. Almost no one can imitate his songs well."
Steve said.
"It seems you did a good job in your homework." Johnny praised.
After paying, Johnny held the guitar in his arms and walked out of the musical instrument store with Steve.
Just as Steve was about to get in the car, a shout from the street not far away stopped him.
"Hey, Steve, are you here to buy Mewtwo too!"
Steve turned around and saw three young men running towards him, each holding a Mewtwo Ring in their hands.
Seeing this, Johnny had to get into the car alone first.
"You three...all came to this street to buy the newly released Mewtwo?" Steve looked at his three friends curiously.
"Yeah, what the hell, put this thing on for me quickly. After watching it, you will know how exciting the mysterious Mewtwo released this time is. If you don't believe it, look over there. There are so many people queuing up. This
Mewtwo's reputation has gradually spread, maybe it will sell out, no, it will definitely sell out!"
Steve followed his friend's guidance and looked.
Sure enough, as his friend said, a Mewtwo video store in the distance was filled with people at some point. People were crowding into the store like crazy, and the excitement was comparable to a superstar visiting.
Many customers who bought the Mewtwo video couldn't wait to put on their headbands and stood on the street to watch it on the spot!
"If we hadn't gone early, we probably wouldn't have caught anything now." A friend said happily, and then handed Steve the Mewtwo Ring in his hand.
"Come on, hurry up and watch it. This video is definitely powerful. I can guarantee that there will never be another Mewtwo movie more powerful than this in the world."
Steve put the Mewtwo Ring on his head doubtfully.
After a while, a white light disappeared before his eyes, and he suddenly heard an extremely familiar voice:
"My name is Johnny Silverhand, and I'm a complete loser."
He subconsciously wanted to take off the headband, but the real picture and immersive experience displayed on Mewtwo's headband made him unable to take his eyes away.
This is the autobiography of a legend, this is the life of a legend, and this is a battle experience that has attracted worldwide attention.
At this moment, he has transformed into this legendary figure, recounting his past life, and in the blink of an eye he is standing on the stage of the company square, with countless fans in the audience waiting eagerly.
He opened his mouth, held a microphone, and sang while rocking. The fans in the audience were going crazy for him.
The countless dreams he has had have all come true today in this super dream video.
Then, after only a few songs, he stopped singing, picked up the weapon inexplicably, and walked towards the towering building with passion and firm belief in his heart.
The battle begins!
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The fluorescence projected by Mewtwo's headband slowly dissipated, proving that the video has ended.
Steve's eyes were dull, looking ahead blankly, unaware that he had long since left the Mewtwo scene.
"How is it? Isn't it very exciting!" Steve's friend quickly took off his Mewtwo headband and looked at Steve as if he was seeking a confidant.
Steve didn't respond to him, he just turned his gaze with difficulty and looked blankly in the direction of the car.
At this time, the neighbor whom I had known for a month walked out of the car at some point and was leaning against the car with his arms folded.
He noticed Steve's gaze, but said nothing. He just smiled, put a finger on his lips, and made a "shush" gesture.
The calls from friends around him kept ringing, but Steve had no time to pay attention to them.
He stared at the neighbor with wide eyes. The neighbor seemed not to want to stay any longer. He suddenly turned around and walked towards the distance. His speed suddenly increased, leaving behind afterimages that were difficult to catch with the naked eye, as fast as a ghost!
"Don't go!" Steve ran over quickly, but in the end he was in vain.
Under his gaze, the neighbor disappeared from sight in just a second or two.
"Fuck!" Steve hit his thigh in annoyance, subconsciously turned his head to look at the passenger seat of the car, and was suddenly startled.
On the passenger seat of an old car that has been used for a long time, there is a well-maintained antique guitar quietly placed on the old leather seat. The brand-new appearance forms a sharp contrast with the shabby style of the car.
Steve didn't quite believe that the other party's memory was so bad that he forgot to bring an item he just bought a while ago.
So, is this guitar a gift left by the other party? Or is it travel expenses?
Steve doesn't know.
But he only understands one thing:
From now on, it seems that among his rock idols, there will be a man named Johnny Silverhand.