Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"P850, tell me honestly, does Rick the Clown entering the curve have anything to do with you?"

Chapter 594 You didn't even see the other party's identity

When C137 asked if the matter was related to his grandfather, Morty's breathing slowed down for a moment. He didn't want things to get any more complicated.

But this is precisely what makes it so difficult to accomplish.

How to do?

Grandpa, who knew what to do, turned around expressionlessly and pointed behind him: "It has nothing to do with me. If you don't believe me, let's go confront Rick the Joker right now!"

“I don’t believe a single word that guy says!” C137 said, squeezing past his grandfather to the front.

Whether it matters or not, just ask Rick the Clown!

Watching C137 quicken its pace, Morty walked up to Grandpa and asked, "He'll definitely ask Rick the Joker directly later. When that happens, the secret of being able to pass through curves from the dark matter world will be exposed. Should we fight or negotiate then?"

"Hit?" Grandpa looked at Morty as if he were an idiot.

Fighting C137?

Are you just messing around?

If we wait until he finds out what happened and becomes wary before we fight him, wouldn't that be just plain stupid?

If we're going to fight, let's rush in and launch a surprise attack right now.

"Alright, alright, let's not think about these things for now. Let's just wait and see."

Grandpa's overly lazy reaction made Morty think that he must be holding back some big move. Since our big boss is so calm, then I shouldn't worry about it.

Instead, we should think about how to pry some information out of Rick the Clown.

Or... if C137 discovers about the dark matter world, should he sell out his grandfather and turn to the light?

The three of them walked through the immigration center one after the other, then boarded a black carriage. They sped along smoothly for five minutes before arriving at the entrance of a European-style opera house built of massive black rocks.

This strange building, standing on a scorched and cracked earth, is the only one within a ten-kilometer radius. Morty, the first to get out of the car, was on high alert, but he also felt a strange sense of familiarity about the opera house in front of him.

It felt as if I had been to this place before.

"Let's go, Rick the Clown is in here."

The second grandfather to get off the bus led the two of them in, pushed open the heavy black wooden door, and onto the stage directly in front of the rows of audience seats.

Stein was sitting in a wooden chair large enough to accommodate his body, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, sweating profusely, drinking in silence.

On the wooden floor painted red.

Rick the clown, his hands and feet pinned to the ground with fist-sized nails, is in a very contorted pose, laughing and shouting wildly.

"Hahahaha! Do you like this feeling? Torturing others gives you a morbid pleasure, right?"

"But when the person you're torturing is constantly smiling, doesn't it feel like the brakes have been applied?"

"Hahahaha! Only when weaklings kneel before you, crying and begging for mercy, can you regain a little confidence, right?"

"When you face someone stronger, all the confidence you find in the weak vanishes instantly, right?"

Stein, the target of Rick the Joker's verbal attacks, silently drank his wine, knowing that the other man was trying to provoke him.

To be honest, after so many years in hell, Stein had been cursed by countless people in different languages, but those were just meaningless swear words.

Unlike Rick the Clown, his cursing is less about cursing and more about planting seeds of anger in his heart while laughing.

But in the end, it all boils down to this: you're just a pathetic wretch who enjoys tormenting others. The more powerful you appear in front of the weak when you encounter someone stronger than you, the more pathetic you become.

Now Grandpa and his family have arrived.

Rick the clown, who was already fidgeting on the ground, naturally caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye. He chuckled and urged Stein to hurry up and kneel down in front of his grandfather like a dog, kiss his shoes, and get his little bone.

Otherwise, even a well-behaved dog will get scolded by its owner!

"Ha, you really never stop for a moment," Grandpa patted Stein's arm, telling him to hurry up and leave, otherwise Rick the clown wouldn't stay quiet.

After Stein left, only three Ricks and one Morty remained in the opera house.

"Alright, let me ask my question first: how did you get in here, you stupid dog?"

C137's words made Rick the Joker 'suddenly realize' that there was another Rick here. He pretended not to recognize C137 at all and asked with a puzzled look who the other person was.

"It seems you really intend to waste my time here."

C137 took a memory extractor out of his clothes.

Since you're not going to tell me, I'll just extract your memories and see for myself!

"I suggest you don't do this, because the consequences will be severe. But if you insist, I don't mind, hahaha! Hurry up! Extract the memories and see the things I don't want to tell you!" Seeing the little thing, Rick the clown laughed as heartily as before, without a trace of stiffness in his smile. Instead, there was an expectation that he was encouraging the other party to do something stupid.

Encouraging the other person to use a memory extractor on you?

This was the first time Morty had ever encountered something like this, the kind of thing that made you feel like you were subconsciously overlooking some detail, and that detail might be the reason you got screwed over.

Moreover, judging from Rick the Clown's expression at this moment, Morty couldn't find any sign of feigned sincerity. If you ignored every word Rick had just said, it seemed more like he was joking with a friend than encouraging Rick to extract his memories.

[Does he really want C137 to see his memories?]

Could it be ghosts?

Just as a few thoughts flashed through Morty's mind, he saw C137 jump onto the stage, squat down next to Rick the Joker, and then slap him hard across the face.

"Jesus! You're still as talkative as ever! Do you know how long I've waited to finally slap you across the face? You good-for-nothing, troublesome scoundrel! If it weren't for you, I might have already caught that guy!"

After being slapped across the face by C137 and having an old story that remains unresolved dredged up, Rick the Joker's smile vanished instantly.

How many years has it been?

So many years!

You're going to blame me for this stupid thing?

Besides, you threw me directly into a five-meter-deep iron barrel filled with unknown compounds!!!

"Fuck you! You're still blaming me for what happened back then? What does your inability to catch Rick in the combat jacket have to do with me?"

"And even today, your incident has been analyzed by countless people!"

"Everyone thinks that when the portal opened, you only saw the bomb being thrown down, but you didn't see who it was. How can you be so sure that Rick was the one who did it? You unreasonable old stubborn man! Fuck you!"

Chapter 595 Why did he stay here?

The situation was tense from the very beginning.

Grandpa had no choice but to jump up from under the stage to interrupt their conversation, urging them to calm down and remember that important matters were at stake.

"What are you up to now? I've always felt that the role you're playing here is rather subtle. Are you using suggestion and guidance techniques again?" C137 looked at Grandpa, his eyes narrowing.

If we're talking about who has the most ulterior motives here, it's definitely you, P850.

But you displayed an attitude from beginning to end that was strange in a way that was hard to pinpoint exactly, but was definitely very strange.

He neither opposed nor insisted on anything; he simply hoped to come here and meet Rick the Clown.

"What could possibly be wrong with me? You're overthinking it."

When Grandpa said this, he glanced at Morty.

"It's really strange. How about I extract your memories and take a look? I'm quite curious to know what you're up to."

In an instant, C137 pointed the memory extractor at Grandpa, seemingly wanting to extract his memories to see if there were any unspeakable secrets inside.

Faced with the memory extractor less than fifty centimeters from his nose, Grandpa calmly and gently pushed it away with his right hand.

With a blank expression, he asked in a calm tone, "So, should we focus on being professional and dealing with the situation at hand, or would you only feel at ease if you extracted all the memories from everyone's mind?"

“If I could, I’d really like to know what you’re up to right now,” C137 suddenly laughed.

"You're wasting my time!"

As Grandpa spoke, he turned around, and when he turned back, a tranquilizer gun had appeared in his hand. As he turned his body, he aimed at C137 and fired a tranquilizer bullet.

"Oh? They're going to make their move? It's finally come to this?"

C137, who was prepared, immediately activated his energy shield, blocking the bullet, which had penetrating power and was essentially ordinary.

"Not there yet, but we'll be there soon!"

The two's rambling conversation left Morty completely bewildered.

Can't you two talk properly?!

Why be a riddle teller?!

I don't want to play riddles!!!

"Motty, have you ever thought about why you exist in this world in the first place?"

"What's the meaning..."

When C137 suddenly brought up this topic, Grandpa's face darkened, and he threw a handful of small, transparent objects that looked like granulated sugar forward with his right hand.

When these things came into contact with the energy shield, a large amount of energy was absorbed, and the energy shield on C137 began to weaken and showed signs of disappearing.

Just as Grandpa was about to take the next step, Morty suddenly ran between the two and forcibly stopped the inexplicable violent conflict.

"I need an explanation!" Morty glared angrily at his grandfather, who looked at Morty with a gaze that was both sympathetic and resolute.

A few hours ago...

In the paper archives room of Ruicheng, Dark Mo was completely dumbfounded by the pile of cardboard boxes that occupied an acre of land and were so poorly managed that almost none of the labels were properly affixed.

He knew that these Ricks were alcoholics, and apart from occasionally doing something very seriously, they were exactly the same as the group in front of him.

It was so chaotic it was terrifying.

However unwilling he was, Dark Morty had to enter the archives to find the file he wanted—C167 Morty.

Or is the Morty who's with Grandpa really C167 Morty?

Although everyone is saying that Morty is C167 Morty.

But could he be C167 Morty?

Dark Mo's question was not a wild guess or a fabrication of facts.