Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Once I got her, I'd mess with her every day!

Chapter 065 How many people are there exactly?

late at night.

The house is always very quiet.

But for Morty, tonight was far too difficult.

After Mr. Mission Accomplished bought the medicine for him, he took a few painkillers, thinking he would be able to sleep.

Who knows, maybe there are stimulants in these painkillers.

For two whole hours, Morty lay motionless in bed, but he just couldn't fall asleep!

I can't even describe how painful it was!

Frustrated beyond measure, Morty struggled to get up and headed downstairs to the garage, knowing that his grandfather rarely slept.

When we arrived at the garage, Grandpa was indeed still awake.

The super soundproof wall that was specially installed in the garage ensured that the loud music coming from the garage did not disturb the other people in the house.

Grandpa, holding a welding torch, was welding something when he heard something behind him. He put down the welding torch and turned around.

"Motty? It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I can't sleep. I feel a little unwell and just can't fall asleep."

"In that case, let the housekeeper prepare some late-night snacks for us."

"housekeeper???"

Morty tried to recall his memories, only to find that he didn't remember having a butler at all!

But the moment the blonde woman in the tuxedo walked in from outside, Morty suddenly remembered his memories of her.

"Hehe! Young Master Morty, your parents only pay me a thousand dollars a month, but you want someone to do 'hehehe' with you!"

"Don't you like me? What does our relationship have to do with money?"

A memory filled with the story of a poor young master and a beautiful butler made little Morty stand up. He lowered his head shyly, not daring to meet the other person's gaze.

"Grandpa Rick, Little Master Morty, what would you two like for a late-night snack?"

"Get me some fried chicken and hamburgers, and give Morty some Coke."

As soon as the butler left, Morty felt something was off. He felt a pain in the back of his head and rubbed his temples in annoyance.

He had a vague feeling that the beautiful housekeeper shouldn't have existed in the first place.

How come... suddenly there's such a person?

"Rick, do we have a butler in our house?"

Why do I feel like he doesn't exist at all?

When Morty asked him that question, Grandpa narrowed his eyes and also felt that the presence of this butler was rather abrupt.

But when he recalled the butler's memories...

"Grandpa Rick, please don't do this~ I just finished serving Morty, can't you let me rest for a bit?"

"Hey! You should have said so earlier! We could have taken a bath together and had a few glasses of red wine!"

Stunned by this memory, Grandpa coughed heavily, glanced at Morty whose expression was clearly somewhat shy, and immediately felt murderous intent.

How dare you steal a woman from your grandfather?

Kill!

Grandpa picked up the energy gun on the table, aimed it at the entrance from the garage to the restaurant, and shot the housekeeper who was holding a wallet and had just pushed open the door to go out to buy something, but was unable to leave.

boom! ! !

An energy bullet hit the housekeeper precisely.

Morty, whose memories had been triggered again, was just wondering whether he should clap his hands with the housekeeper again when he saw his grandfather shoot her dead.

"WTF!!! Rick!!! What are you doing!!!"

Although Morty knew he had dirty hands and had done a lot of killings with his grandfather, this housekeeper was just an ordinary person!

An ordinary person!

They have no grudge against us whatsoever!

Why did you kill her?!

What did she do to you?!

Morty was instantly enraged. Ignoring his injured back, he slammed his fist on the table and shouted angrily, "Rick! You've gone too far! You've been killing people indiscriminately!"

Grandpa, who had put his gun away, reached out and placed his hand on Morty's head, then twisted it counterclockwise like a bottle cap.

Morty then saw the dead housekeeper; her clothes and body were undergoing strange changes...

A monster with human hands and feet, but almost no facial features, with several red tentacles on its skull, and pink blood flowing from its wounds.

“What kind of monster is this?” Morty asked.

Even the knowledgeable grandfather was a bit stumped, because this kind of monster was very rare, and it could even be said that this species was almost extinct.

How did it end up here?

Grandpa asked the AI ​​to scan its corpse, while he watched the people who had arrived with a wary expression.

Because...it wasn't three people who came, it was eight!

"WTF! What happened here?! A monster?!"

"Oh my god! It's bleeding pink blood! That's disgusting!"

“Marianne, stop using foul language!”

The eight people chattered like birds, instantly turning the once quiet garage into a bustling market.

Grandpa spoke up, "Beth! Control your eldest daughter, second daughter, third daughter, fourth daughter, and your second daughter's fiancé! Jerry, if your idiot lover says another word, I'll kill him!"

Morty, who was wearing gloves and wanted to study the monster closely, looked up blankly when he heard those inappropriate names.

Second daughter?

The second daughter's fiancé?

Third daughter?

Fourth daughter?

Jerry's lover?

What...what the hell is this?!

Seeing her three older sisters, all of whom were many times prettier than her eldest sister, Morty initially had some doubts about their identities, but then she thought of the carefree and happy times she had spent with her three sisters.

He lowered his head silently, not daring to look at Beth, afraid that his mother would find out and beat him to death...

I should focus on studying this alien monster!

You can't say anything carelessly now.

Morty used a knife to cut open the monster's skin and found that it also had capillaries and other tissues and organs, just like humans.

Then I heard Grandpa say coldly, "Garbage collector, come to the restaurant for a meeting. I already know what's in this house!"

Morty walked into the restaurant, still wearing his gloves, when he saw his grandfather holding a piece of paper and writing the number 5 on it.

"Five people! There should only be five people here!"

"Me! Morty! Sammy! Beth! Jerry! Five people in total!"

But there are ten people here!

Grandpa glanced at everyone present, then pointed to the corpse at the garage entrance and said, "This creature is a kind of parasite that is rarely seen in our universe anymore!"

"Their actual combat power is not strong because all their abilities are given to telepathy. They can completely integrate into us by adding memories, rather than modifying them!"

"Until the entire planet is conquered"

"So... which five of us are family, and which five are parasites?"

Grandpa's words made everyone look at each other, and everyone said that they were the family, as for the others... who knows!

"In that case, why don't we try to recall?"

"So, those who have no memories aren't family?"

Jerry's words almost made Grandpa draw his gun and kill the guy!

Chapter 066 Parasite

Watching Jerry being pinned to the ground and punched by his grandfather, Morty had countless "mmp"s he wanted to say to this looooooooser.

As expected, it's Jerry.loser.bad guy.smith.

The ceiling of bad things in the higher primate kingdom.

Grandpa had already mentioned the names of all the parasites, but because of this sudden recollection...

Even Morty himself, whose memories were originally clear, now appears to be covered by at least four or five layers of memories.

Looking at his frail wife beside him, and those adorable kitten eyes, Morty instinctively thought she must be a parasite, but then he recalled the happy times he had spent with her.

She showed herself boundless tolerance and love.

And when she was recovering from injuries sustained during an adventure with her grandfather, she took meticulous care of herself.

In particular, the two of them walked aimlessly down the main road, facing the bright sunshine and the gentle breeze, chatting about their wonderful future, where they would settle down, how many children they would have, and which of the two of them would die first.

This series of memories, filled with sweetness, brought a heartfelt love to Morty's eyes.

With a wife like this, why should I think about those annoying things?

This is exactly the sense of belonging I've always wanted...