Chapter 906 Walking in Greenwich Park

Victor is an old professor, and a not very respectable old professor of astrophysics.

Because of his years of alcoholism, he is half asleep and half awake almost every day, so his neighbors also dislike him while keeping him at a respectful distance.

But he didn't care, because for him, this life was almost over. One more friend and one less friend has no effect at all-it will be the same after being buried in the soil anyway.

However, there was only one thing he seemed to care about.

Even if he has already retired from the position of professor now, he no longer needs to lead students to do research projects. But he still chose to continue working...

Yes, even if he was just a volunteer cleaner, he would go out on time every morning, and he never missed a day.

Early this morning, old Victor got up from bed on time again. He put on his clothes, took the hip flask, and went to the volunteer center to pick up tools as usual and came here.

But now, it's already noon.

To be honest, there are a lot of tourists here. When there are more tourists, no matter how good everyone is, there will always be garbage of this kind appearing frequently.

Coupled with the fact that there has been a lot of snow recently, it is even more difficult for old Victor to clean.

However, on days when even the snow plow trucks are on holiday for Christmas, he still comes here silently, sweeping for half a day.

After a while, old Victor finally slowly stopped what he was doing.

He raised his head and thumped his sore waist. Then he took out a stainless steel wine jug from his pocket as if no one was there, unscrewed the lid and poured two or three mouthfuls into his mouth, then smashed his mouth and let out a long breath.

For others, drinking wine in this winter is to warm up; but for old Victor, it is purely to fool his gradually sober brain again.

Ahem——

Victor coughed twice, then put the hip flask back on and tightened it, and put it back in his pocket.

Damn stainless steel tank...

He stomped on the snow beside his feet for no reason, but nothing happened except some snow splashed up.

Old Victor didn't lose his nerve again, but picked up the garbage bag and continued to pick up garbage in some corners of the square covered with snow.

A little more work, and then it's time to tackle today's lunch.

How am I still alive...

He muttered in a low voice that even he himself could not hear clearly.

...

At the same time, at the gate of this park located in the southeast of London and on the south bank of the River Thames, Maca, who had just left the Fisher couple's house, quietly appeared here.

In fact, he was somewhat troubled now about finding Muggle experts to inquire about the meteorite fall.

For a person who knows nothing about astronomical observation, let alone how to intercept meteorites...even where should I go to ask about this matter will be a very big problem.

But if you can think carefully, you can at least think of a way out.

That is - Observatory.

And if he wanted to look for an observatory in the UK, the first thing Maca thought of was the Greenwich Observatory that determined the prime meridian and divided the earth into east and west halves.

Maca now stands at the gate of Greenwich Park, where the famous observatory is located.

The clear sky all day yesterday did not melt the snow in London. And although there is no snow today, the gloom in the sky can make people understand that the next snow may fall suddenly at any time.

Maca glanced left and right. Since it was the Christmas holiday, there were quite a lot of Muggles coming and going in and out of this park. Everyone stepped on the snow on the ground, making endless creaking sounds...

That's right, the snow here has long been trampled into ice slag.

He shrugged his shoulders, and didn't waste any more time, he lifted his legs and joined the creaking army that made the snow here solid.

Go all the way to the park.

Speaking of which, the number of times Maca came to the Muggle world to do business in the past few years is not too infrequent, and sometimes he will shuttle through the Muggle crowd. It's just that when it comes to the opportunities to really make contact with Muggles, there are still very few.

Now that he returned to Muggle society, when he found that he really wanted to talk to Muggles again, he actually noticed a sense of strangeness emerging from his heart.

But I don't know if it should be called coincidence? Or should I say unfortunately... Just as he was surrounded by this slightly inconsistent feeling, a middle-aged uncle who was walking in front of him suddenly paused, and then glanced around.

Immediately, Maca saw him turn around and walked towards her.

Sir, have you ever seen an old volunteer who picks up garbage in the park? He is very old, with fluffy white hair, and what he wears under his volunteer uniform should be an old gray-brown overcoat ...

Just as he was talking, the middle-aged uncle added apologetically:

Uh, by the way, when he approaches, there should be a very strong smell of alcohol, which is very easy to identify.

Seeing his sudden question, Maca froze for a moment before shaking his head.

Sorry, I don't think I've seen him... I suggest you ask someone else.

Oh! Really? But thank you for your answer... Maybe you don't know, that is my father. But he is drunk every day, but he is still stubborn to be a cleaning volunteer... My wife and I are If you want to deliver lunch to him, you often can't find where he is, because the route he takes is never fixed...

The uncle smiled, but instead of going to someone else as Maca said, he continued to have a bitter affair with Maca. Seeing his familiar appearance, Maca could only let him continue talking.

Although he has a lot of means to drive him away without a trace, it seems that it is not necessary, after all, they have not hindered him from walking.

Then did you ask him why he wants to be a volunteer? Maca casually looked at him as he walked, Your father must be very old, right?

That's right! The other party sighed, My wife and I have persuaded him many times, but he just insisted on doing it and wouldn't listen to what he said! What's worse, he never told me why—— The next time I asked about it, he drank hard and lost his temper...

The two walked forward side by side, and the uncle said how far they walked. But if you observe carefully, you will find that although he has never stopped talking, he has never forgotten the original intention of looking for his father, and he will glance around every few steps.

Fortunately, although this Greenwich Park is very large, it is also extremely open and flat. When people walk in the middle, there are basically no buildings on both sides that block the view. It is hard to see what is missing when you walk all the way.

It's a pity that the alcoholic old man that the middle-aged uncle said didn't seem to be in the first half of the park, so the two of them walked to the hillside deep in the park.

Going a little further, when you reach the top of the slope, you should be at the location of the observatory. I don't know if the other party's father will be there.

Not long after, a building with red brick walls and white railings finally came in front of Maca, and he stopped here for a while.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man immediately said:

Oh, sir, are you going to visit there?

Yeah, go in and have a look...

Maca nodded and looked towards the small square in front of the building, where a statue of a figure stood.

The middle-aged man saw that he was really not going to leave, so he had no choice but to wave goodbye to him, and then he went to the back of the observatory with some unfinished business.

After parting from the alcoholic father's talkative son, Maca didn't interfere any more, and hurried towards the building.

It's just that the closer he got, the more he felt a little puzzled—what exactly is this place?

...'Old Royal Observatory'?

Looking at the nameplate at the door, Maca tilted his head inexplicably.

...

Leaving aside the confused Maca, the middle-aged uncle who had been nagging at Maca just now was walking along the road around the back of the observatory.

The trees here are obviously much denser than before, and perhaps because it is too far away from the main entrance, tourists are obviously scarce.

And after he walked for a while, when the field of vision in front of him widened, a garden covered with snow suddenly filled his entire field of vision.

Oh, it's really here... He looked at the hunched figure in the garden, then shook his head and said, Well, I've looked for it before, so where else can it be besides here?

After saying a few words to himself, he shouted loudly and walked forward.

Hey! Dad—it's time for lunch—

Shut up!

When the figure heard this figure, it immediately turned around and roared angrily. Just listening to that voice, it doesn't make my son younger at all.

If you want to eat, you can eat it yourself! Drinking is enough for me—

After all, old Victor threw the garbage bag casually, and really took out his wine jug and gulped several gulps.

When the middle-aged man saw that his father started to drink in anger again, he hurried over and snatched the wine jug, and then pushed forward the bag he had been carrying all along.

Don't drink, finish eating... He was only halfway through, but he hurriedly turned around, No, no, if Tix hears that I agree with you to drink, I will be finished! I said Dad, you Just think about it for my son, don't drink any more?

You can control me?

Old Victor said so, but he didn't grab his flagon again, but took the bag handed over by his son in his hand.

Boy, return it to me after I finish eating, don't forget!

As he spoke, he carried the bag and walked to the side. He was about to sit down on a bench not far away to fill his stomach full of alcohol, but he accidentally saw a young man walking towards him.

From what they looked like, it seemed that they were here to find one of their father and son?

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