Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"And Dark Morty, despite the risk of revealing his identity, still chose to join instead of leaving immediately. This shows that Grandpa just said Morty's importance outweighs everything..."

"It may have completely enraged him; that spot must be his Achilles' heel!"

As Sang Mei spoke, her grandfather, who was far away, was making a phone call to An Hei Xiao Mo with his back to her. The latter's eyes were both dangerous and full of provocation.

This detail is obvious to the average person.

So Sangmei went a step further: "So I think Grandpa might have deliberately used this to lure Dark Morty into a trap, and even though Morty knew it was a trap, he had no choice but to jump in because he wanted to prove that Rick couldn't possibly love Morty that much."

"So that's a variable..."

"Even if Grandpa's plan was perfect, he couldn't have predicted what Dark Mo would do next."

"Especially this matter, which has forced Grandpa and Morty into a life-or-death situation."

"So I feel like Grandpa was playing with fire, but my intuition tells me he was also very confident..."

"And this confidence could very well belong to Jerry."

As soon as Sang Mei finished her analysis, the three of them simultaneously looked at the middle-aged loser who had slipped away to the far side of the lawn to pick wild fruit, only to be slapped twice by the rebound of a tree branch.

How could such a loser become a secret weapon?

"Ahem! I think we'd better be on guard! When two people who are constantly scheming against each other get together, innocent people are bound to get hurt."

"C167, you're actually wary of this?"

"You guys don't understand... Rick in the suit's collection has been continuously built with huge investments since his youth. The defenses inside... are not only impenetrable, but also infused with his countless wicked tastes... yeah! Wicked tastes!"

Chapter 403 Rick, who likes dramatic suits

Even though Morty couldn't hear what C167 had said a few hours earlier, he had already experienced it firsthand and knew exactly what Rick in the suit was all about.

He wandered around the pipe maze for an hour before finally arriving at this ridiculous transparent main water pipe, where he faced the detection of a red laser.

It certainly alerted the police immediately!

The moment that piercing sound rang in my ears, the water pipe behind me was blocked by a thick cover at lightning speed, and the water flow stopped.

The only good news is that no substance was added to this transparent main water pipe to prevent soul-like beings from penetrating it.

This allowed Morty to escape from the transparent water pipe immediately.

Upon landing, my feet sank onto a 1-square-meter dark green tile with a speckled pattern. Above and around me, in the metal walls, in a honeycomb pattern, pieces of sheet metal rolled back into the walls, while a large number of 300mm caliber rotary machine gun turrets bared their fangs.

"grass!"

But just when Morty thought these turrets would open fire on him immediately...

A square holographic projection appeared in the center of the 3000-square-meter room, seemingly a pre-recorded video informing Morty of the room's rules.

"Hello, you soul-like being trying to escape. This is a pre-recorded video, and it's a crucial factor in determining whether you can return alive as a collectible. You'd better listen carefully to every single word."

"Since you want to escape, after completing the challenge in this room, there will be approximately four more rounds of challenges waiting for you. After you complete all the challenges, someone will be responsible for bringing you back."

"When I get back, I'll watch the video and decide whether to spare your life or turn you into a specimen."

"So...please please me and make it as visually appealing as possible!"

"Oh... I forgot, the rules of the game in this room are very simple: you step on a square. If you guess correctly, they won't attack, but if you guess wrong..."

At this point in the video, Rick in a suit paused deliberately, then used a very old-fashioned method—emphasizing his tone and shoving his face close to the camera—to increase the sense of pressure he brought.

"These Soul-Splitting Bullets from some universe will fire at a rate of three thousand per minute, allowing you to watch your body being torn apart bit by bit in just two or three seconds!"

Good luck!

After saying his last words, the holographic projection disappeared, and a green light lit up the edges of all the tiles on the ground in front of Morty.

And then... how am I supposed to guess?!

Morty, seeing no clues on the tile surface at first glance, started to get frustrated. What annoyed him even more was that there was a countdown timer in the room...

Above the small door directly in front of him, which could only be used by one person at a time, a red countdown timer lit up, showing fifteen minutes remaining.

This prompted Morty to unleash a torrent of curses.

"Only fifteen minutes? Are you really trying to speedrun through the game?"

"Fuck! Guess? Give me a hint! There's no riddle, how am I supposed to guess?! You big jerk, guess my ass!"

Not intending to give up, Morty glanced around and found that the only things in the room besides the transparent main water pipe and the row of densely packed testing machines were the secondary water pipes extending underground.

Other than that.

There was nothing there.

drop!

With a soft notification sound, the countdown above the small door began.

As the first second passed, Morty forced himself to calm down. He recalled the words he had just swore at. Based on his understanding of Rick and his friends, he hesitated for only two seconds before decisively choosing to... walk straight over!

When his soul form, which shouldn't have any weight, stepped on the first tile in front of him, the barrels of those rotary machine guns began to heat up and rotate.

Morty's first reaction was that he had made the wrong bet.

But the foot that remained in place hesitated for a few seconds before decisively choosing to follow.

Without paying attention to anything else, when he was only about twenty meters away from the small gate, Morty suddenly stopped.

A mocking smile appeared on his face, and his gaze immediately fell on the camera in the corner of the wall. He then gave that thing the middle finger.

Like tourists who are tired from sightseeing, they simply sit on the ground, letting the rotary machine guns remain ready to fire, their barrels constantly warming up.

I waited until the last ten seconds or so.

Suddenly standing up, Morty charged forward as fast as he could, his eyes fixed on the front. When he heard no sound of gunfire, he knew he had guessed correctly.

boom! ! !

Instead of using his spirit form to pass through the wall, Morty, who intended to kick the door, deliberately slipped and kicked the door open with a stylish sliding tackle.

Watching the metal door riddled with bullet holes by the shotgun blasts from behind in 0.1 seconds, his initial elation faded. He hadn't expected his final guess to actually be right!

As Morty got up and pushed open the door, what appeared before him was a bottomless pool of water, with only two meters visible below the surface.

At that moment, the holographic projection immediately appeared.

Rick, in the suit in the video, first rambled on for a while, then got to the point...

"Having passed the first level, you're probably not a fool. Now, this is a game where brute force is the only way to pass."

"In front of you is today's water supply for areas A through G. Next, I will provide you with a sufficiently sturdy bucket. If you fail to pour all the water from this pool into the pipe on your left within half an hour, you will be killed by a bomb when you land on the other side of the pool."

"As for what was mixed in with the bomb, I don't need to say more, do I?"

"I guarantee you'll be able to watch your body burn to ashes!"

When Rick's holographic projection in the suit disappeared from sight again.

This time, Morty stared into deep thought as he looked at the bottomless pool before him.

Having just passed the test, I briefly recalled Rick and his friends' perverse sense of humor, as well as the deliberate scripted arrangements they made in "The Morty Pokémon Live!"

Just like any normal person's strategy, it always aims to defeat the enemy in one move, never resorting to any fancy tricks.

Therefore, the schemes in movies and TV dramas must be full of twists and turns.

I enjoy watching the show, and I love the unexpected twists and turns that Rick in the suit pulled off. The tricks he used in the first round weren't actually that hard to crack...

He loves drama!

Chapter 404 Brute Force Game?

Under normal circumstances, if a normal person falls into a death game, after hearing clues that are essentially meaningless, he will inevitably become confused.

As time goes by, he will start to get anxious, gradually lose his rationality, and begin to do some 'bold' things.

Taking a gamble is often the first thing many people do when they are in a state of anxiety.

This is a bad habit that is inevitably etched into the DNA of all species that evolved from beasts into intelligent beings.

Just like when the sun is too hot and the body sweats, if you don't replenish your water, you will inevitably become irritable over time.

So, when faced with an unanswerable question or a countdown, people become extremely anxious, lose their rationality, and do irrational things.

That was the first trap that Rick in the suit deliberately set up.

Because most normal people, when faced with tiles that conceal danger and a countdown timer at the door, would hesitate to move forward for a long time, desperately trying to recall if they had missed any information.

This is something that is extremely painful for the person involved.

But it's the kind of tense scene that audiences particularly enjoy.

So, based on his understanding of Rick in the suit and the Ruicheng TV station, Morty guessed that the so-called countdown and the tiles were just a... show!

Among those rotary machine guns installed in the walls, there might indeed be bullets capable of killing a soul, but only if the person who escaped is truly incredibly stupid.

Otherwise, these machine guns would never have killed the participants in the show with such a high probability in the very first round.

And what's next...?

By using a countdown and stomping on tiles to coerce cautious people, those who go straight to the door from the start will find themselves trapped by the bold.

Although nothing had demonstrated this point just now.

Morty was willing to bet that if he walked straight to the door without stopping, he would definitely die!

The show produced by the reckless individual was even less entertaining than that of the cautious and meticulous person.

Because he doesn't use his brain at all, it makes the show look like a complete idiot on stage suddenly walking into a coffin, without any entertainment value whatsoever.

Therefore, stopping is absolutely necessary.

The last shotgun by the door is for those who like to stand tall and proud...

Do you think you're here to attend an awards ceremony?

Get down on your knees!

Then, just when you think you've escaped, I'll give you a final 'opening victory' and blast your face to smithereens with a shotgun!

So, when Morty, who had grasped these three key points in a short time, faced the situation of taking a small bucket and pouring water from a pool into a water pipe.