Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Gray matter is a region in the central nervous system where a large number of neurons are concentrated. It contains a large number of chemical or electrical synapses as communication pathways, forming extremely complex neural circuits that enable a wide variety of sensory, motor, or intermediate information processing.

The subconscious is similar to gray matter.

Once damaged, the impact will be extremely serious.

So Grandpa was advising Jekyll to give up the life it had gained and return to Morty's head as its subconscious.

But Jianqi wasn't really willing.

She is now like someone who has been imprisoned for decades in a glass wall of less than one square meter, and finally has the opportunity to breathe fresh air from the outside world.

go back?

Stop making me laugh!

I haven't even had a chance to get comfortable outside yet!

Tzeentch didn't want to leave, and Grandpa was actually at a loss because if she bumped or hurt herself, or went back unwillingly, it could still unconsciously affect Morty's brain.

"Jesus! I just want to punch three holes in that bastard Jerry's brain right now. I've seen countless Jerrys in my life, but a loser like him... I'm just..."

"Hey Rick, are you surprised? You're happy to meet a Jerry in Hermuel!"

Chapter 177 Another Explosion

"Jerry?"

"Rick, Rick, Rick, you didn't expect to run into Jerry in Hermuel, did you?"

Standing across the eight-lane main road in front of the detention center, Grandpa looked at Jerry, who was dressed in a suit and even wearing pretentious black-rimmed glasses, and had to admit that he had indeed been awakened.

It's like seeing a toad sitting in the main seat at a noble banquet.

It's like in a top-tier social setting, a down-on-his-luck homeless man, whose net worth isn't even as high as a waiter's, actually daring to approach a top-tier tycoon with a glass of wine.

It's like a universally acknowledged loser appearing in Hermuel's situation.

The moment Grandpa saw Jerry, he wanted to call the Hermuel municipal government and tell them to bring over the top-of-the-line street cleaning equipment immediately.

The goal is to use a laser gun to cut out all the roads Jerry has walked on, and then send them into the incinerator... no! To burn them clean in the sun!

And you must not forget to filter all the air in that area 100,000 times until only oxygen atoms remain in the air!

"So surprised you can't speak?"

"Hahahahaha!"

"So this is all the P850 is worth!"

The next second, Jerry, who was still laughing wildly, was so frightened by the explosion behind him that he immediately covered his head with his hands, squatted on the ground, and hurriedly apologized to his grandfather. His humble posture showed that no matter how cool this loser dressed, nothing in his bones had changed.

looooooooooooooooser!

However, Grandpa didn't even look at the loser. He raised his head and looked towards the detention center that looked like a loaf of bread.

The towering flames, reaching an even greater height than the previous Divine Office, crashed directly into Hermuel's energy shield.

That energy shield was used to protect all life forms in Hermuel from various substances in outer space or impacts from tiny meteorites, ensuring that the oxygen in the entire city was always circulating internally.

It is not a fragile item that can be easily destroyed by a ball of fire.

Instead, it was struck by flames, becoming a spark that ignited the city's fury.

A dozen hours ago, a murder occurred at the Department of the Gods. The director was shot in the head by a Morty and died on the spot. The Morty then fled the scene immediately.

A few hours earlier, a missile inexplicably appeared in front of the Divine Office and attacked the ground. At the critical moment, a Morty appeared in front of the Divine Office and used mysterious power to erect a wall, protecting everything around the Divine Office.

Immediately afterwards, he refused an opportunity to explain the cause and effect to the public and used the vacuum environment to escape from the main entrance of the Divine Department. However, what he did not know was that the vacuum environment he created caused at least half of the Fly People present to die.

Because a fly's lungs are nowhere near as large as a human's!

One bureau chief died, and two waves of armed forces from various departments were killed.

Now the detention center has been attacked again, and the flames are shooting straight at the energy shield. What if the next thing shooting straight at the energy shield is an energy powerful enough to destroy it?

This can no longer be tolerated!

The entire Hemuel must be locked down immediately!

The Imperial Grand Commander decisively issued a command order, commanding all armed forces in Hermuel to enter every area of ​​Hermuel and conduct house-to-house searches!

at the same time.

Morty, his body charred black, emerged from the blast site, exuding murderous intent. He used divine power to rapidly regenerate his skin, metabolizing the damaged tissue.

Having just used my mind to obliterate all obstacles on the road, I arrived at the prison cell that my grandfather had told me about.

Instead of seeing Sammy and Old K, Morty found a gift box.

Out of caution, Morty did not open it directly, but slowly and very carefully opened the box, inside which he found a crystal statue of Morty and a letter.

The contents of the letter were written by Dark Mo.

There aren't many words.

Just one sentence.

Do you like explosions?

Then the thing just exploded.

If Morty hadn't decisively erected an invisible wall, the destructive power of this thing would have been enough to kill Morty on the spot, instead of just burning his face black with flames.

For several hours, Dark Mo launched a second wave of attacks on him. No matter how much Morty thought Dark Mo was a formidable figure, all he wanted now was to capture this bomb maniac and flick his little bird a hundred million times until he cried and begged him to let him go.

"Damn it! I'm going to catch him! And then tear him to pieces!!!"

After confirming that Sangmei and Old Ke were no longer there, he turned around to go back to find his grandfather. But this time, instead of crossing the overpass, Moti saw a very familiar figure in the hurried crowd as he was crossing the road.

That unique loser attitude in the entire universe caused Morty's already high blood pressure to rise several times over.

While marveling at how strong and durable his veins were, Morty walked over with a sour face and roared fiercely, "Jerry! I believe you're definitely not my Jerry, because Grandpa and I both hate our Jerry! So, you Jerry who popped out of nowhere, what brings you here!"

Jerry, who had just recovered from the explosion, looked up and saw that it was Morty talking to him. He immediately became smug.

"Motty, how dare you talk to your father like that, you brat... Ah! You actually hit me?"

Jerry, who had just been slapped hard, stared at Morty in disbelief, his face filled with shock and confusion, as if he couldn't understand why Morty would hit him.

"Shut up! I'm in a terrible mood right now. If you keep babbling on, I promise I'll beat the shit out of you right here and now!"

After warning the guy, Morty told his grandfather everything he had just seen, and also asked about the whereabouts of Sammy and Old Ke.

When this was mentioned, Grandpa calmly said that he had already rescued the person when he went to the detention center earlier.

They should have already boarded the train back to C167 space, together with Stein!

He had just called Morty over to create some chaos.

I never expected that Dark Mo would leave a trap there.

Something's not right! Something's really off!

With a suspicion forming in his mind, Morty casually brought up his grandfather's farewell gift, making an excuse that it wasn't very practical and lacked grandeur...

"Huh? You still don't think the revolver shotgun I prepared for you is wild enough?"

Morty was incredulous at how easily he had gotten the answer he wanted, because his own thought was that the gift in the cell might have been placed there by his grandfather.

Judging from the fact that Grandpa had no idea that the black waterproof bag had been replaced by Dark Mo, it's likely that Grandpa was unaware of the situation.

Grandpa smiled smugly as he watched Morty deep in thought.

[Old ginger is spicier, Morty, you still have a long way to go.]

[Would I put something in that bag to make sure the person who shouldn't open it does?]

Of course I know the contents of the waterproof bag have been replaced.

[And that little gift box wasn't placed there by Dark Mo, it was placed there by me!]

[Don't you guys feel there are inconsistencies in many parts? Oh, yes, I've been deceiving you all along, I've been acting all along. C137 knows he's just someone trapped in a two-dimensional world, and the writers can make him do whatever they want. But I'm different. I'll get out sooner or later, and then I'll trap you all in this world!]

Chapter 178 All-Channel Element Detection Instrument

"I always felt... that from the very beginning, you never intended for me to cause any destruction here, to ignite some kind of divine fire disaster, or to muddy the waters. It was all just a deception."

"Huh? Can't you think of anything reasonable all day long?"

Grandpa, who could clearly sense that Morty had misunderstood, rolled his eyes at the little rascal and tapped his head with his finger, telling him not to think so much every day.

Leave the brain work to me; you just need to follow the steps.

But Morty would not do as he wished.

Judging from the current situation, even if I were stupid, I would have sensed that something was amiss, especially regarding the power of the gods.

He always felt that his grandfather seemed to be looking forward to him using this power to create a huge mess, preferably destroying the entire Hermuel.

Regarding this matter, he could only say that some old geezer was dreaming.

My conscience wouldn't allow me to live with this.

Hermuel has been expanding upwards for thousands of years, with billions of people living on each floor, totaling trillions of people. How can you kill them all?

Are you out of your mind?!

Seeing the suspicion and concealment in the relationship between the grandfather and grandson, Jianqi shook her head helplessly. Even as an observer, she felt a chill run down her spine, let alone if she were one of them.

To be honest, it's a miracle that their relationship didn't break down under these circumstances.

No one can endure such prolonged mutual suspicion!

no one!

Feeling increasingly irritated, Tzeentch angrily asked, "You two, that's enough! Aren't you tired of this? Is it only when you're guessing each other's thoughts and seeing each other's shocked expressions that you feel your life is meaningful?"

Seeing that the two of them were looking at her at the same time, without any other concerns, Genki, with a look of disgust on her face, questioned her grandfather.

"You! The culprit behind all this! When will you stop playing this game?!"

"Don't you all think that I was exactly like you at first, especially enjoying those dramas of scheming and mutual suspicion?"

"I admit I do like it a little! But I'd rather travel more, wander around the universe, and see everything in the entire universe within my lifetime!"