Chapter 226 A Heavy Story
"Grandpa Dakong, do you know the grandpa just now?" Heath followed Dakong and couldn't help but asked in confusion due to his curiosity. Now Heath still didn't quite understand why this old man had two tastes.
"I know him. This old guy is one of the earliest in our nursing home, but he's a poor man." Dakong took a puff of his cigarette. This old man is a heavy smoker. This is his second cigarette. No one knows when he developed such an addiction.
Heath listened patiently without saying anything. At this moment, he just wanted to be an ordinary spectator and a qualified listener.
"His name is Rota. He was an excellent dancer who had won awards. But after he moved in, his wife passed away. From that day on, Rota went crazy. He said that his wife was not dead, but was attached to his body and lived a sweet life with him. He also kept asking me to cook for his wife." Mr. Ozora shrugged, but Heath was stunned. Why did this sound so...
unique?
It really sounded like a mental illness just now, which made Heath think about whether the nursing home should set up a psychologist position. But then Heath thought of his previous experience. When the old man turned around, his taste changed...
"Grandpa Dakong, do you know what flavor Grandpa Rota's wife likes?" Heath asked anxiously. He felt that this was a very important clue.
"Huh? Of course I know. Rota's wife also lived in our nursing home. She likes sour food, which is a very unique taste." Old man Dakong calmly took a puff of cigarette and blew out a smoke ring, but Heath's heart was in turmoil. He remembered that when old man Rota turned around, he also liked sour taste.
In this case, either what Mr. Rota said was true, or Mr. Rota missed his wife too much and fell into madness, thus distorting his second personality, and that personality was Mr. Rota's wife.
With this shocking guess, Heath left the nursing home in a daze and followed Old Man Dakong to his dining car.
"Your dining car looks good." Old man Dakong looked at Heath's dining car in surprise. He had never seen this kind of dining car before.
"This is a new product developed by the Shilluf Company." Heath smiled. He had to admit that Gold Finger was really powerful. He could do such a thing and influence the thoughts and cognition of other people in the world. Even the Shilluf Company actually believed that they had developed this thing.
"But old man, why do you live in this place?" Heath looked at Dakong curiously. He had never been able to understand this problem. The location of the nursing home was too remote, and the security guard in charge of guarding the door was too strong. Using Dragonite as a security guard was something Heath had never heard of.
"..." Old man Dakong fell silent. He took out another cigarette from his pocket, lit it, put it in his mouth, took a puff, and blew out a smoke ring.
"At the beginning, actually, it was us retired old guys who didn't want to trouble the alliance for resettlement, so we found this place to settle down. Later, some old guys who were forced into desperation by their unfilial descendants also came here, and it gradually became like this." Old man Dakong looked at Heath calmly.
"The one who just chatted with me, her daughter didn't let her go to the hospital when she was sick, and even didn't give her medicine. If it weren't for the Pidgeot she trained coming out to ask for help, she might have really died in bed." Dakong pointed to the nursing home behind. Heath felt that what he was looking at was not a nursing home, but a spiritual hell, a safe haven from danger.
"In fact, during this period of time, there are always some people coming to make trouble. Some hold wills and ask for signatures, some kneel on the ground crying, and some bring their grandchildren to beg for mercy. Ha, they just sit in the car and let the children kneel at the door of the nursing home." Old man Dakong sneered. Heath looked at Mr. Dakong in silence. If Heath didn't know that Mr. Dakong would not use such things to tease him, he would have thought that all this was some weird joke.
Heath didn't know how he left the nursing home. When the dining car was running through the night again, Heath couldn't help but look back. It was a small nursing home with twinkling stars in the pitch-black night. Next to it was a cemetery. It was a dead place, far away from the city, far away from the hustle and bustle.
So what is it that makes these elderly people, who could have enjoyed their twilight years at home, so eager to voluntarily move into this remote nursing home?
Heath felt it was a heavy story.
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When Heath got up from the bed, he was not in a good mood. He had another dream last night. In this dream, Heath seemed to see a large group of evil spirits climbing around the nursing home, trying to push the nursing home down from the mountain and into the bottomless abyss.
Heath didn't know whether it was a nightmare or a sweet dream, but after waking up, Heath did not see any information about the invitation to reach Clay or Cresselia. It seemed that he was just dreaming about what he thought about during the day.
"Oh, forget it. I'll start preparing the edible quartz later. Once the edible quartz is cooked , I can set off for another city." Heath stretched and slowly got up from the bed. Zoroark was still curled up on Heath's bed and sleeping. Looking at Heath, he wanted to laugh.
"Wake up, Zoroya." Heath yawned, then reached out and pulled Zoroya out. Zoroya was held in Heath's hand without any movement, which made Heath stunned.
After shaking again, there was still no movement from Zoroark. After a while, Zoroark opened his eyes with a sleepy expression on his face.
But Heath's expression became even more wrong, because he found that there was no favorite taste or dislike taste on the head of this Zoroark, but on Heath's bed, two favorite and dislike labels popped out.
"..." Heath watched silently. This Zoroark was really a troublemaker. He was getting better and better at playing tricks. Now he even did this kind of thing. He used an illusion to create a fake Zoroark, and then the real body continued to hide and sleep ?
Heath reached out his hand expressionlessly and pulled out the real Zoroark. From the outside, Zoroark looked like a pillow.
