Chapter 907

Victor is an old professor and an "not very respected" old professor of astrophysics.

Because he has been drinking for many years, he is half asleep and half awake almost every day, so his neighbors dislike him and stay away from him.

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

But there was only one thing he seemed to care about.

Even if you have retired from the position of professor this morning, you don't have to take students to do research projects anymore. But he still chose to continue his "work"

Yes, even if he is just a volunteer sweeper, he will go out on time every morning, and he hasn't been down for almost a day.

This morning, old Victor got up from bed on time again. He put on his clothes, took the wine pot, and then went to the volunteer center to get tools as usual.

Now, it's noon.

To tell you the truth, there are many tourists here. More tourists, even if everyone's quality is good, there will always be such and such garbage frequently.

In addition, there has been a lot of snow recently, which makes it more difficult for old Victor to clean.

However, it happened that on the day when even the snowplow had a holiday because of Christmas, he would still come here silently and sweep it for half a day.

A moment later, old Victor finally stopped his work slowly.

He raised his head and beat his sore old waist. Then he took out a stainless steel wine pot from his pocket as if there were no one else. He unscrewed the lid and poured two or three mouthfuls into his mouth. He immediately smashed it and relaxed his mouth.

For others, drinking wine in this winter is a warm-up; But for old Victor, it was just fooling his waking brain again.

"Cough -"

Victor coughed twice. Then he covered and tightened the bottle again and put it back in his pocket.

"Damn stainless steel tank..."

He stamped his foot on the snow at his feet for no reason, but nothing happened except some snow splashed.

Old Victor didn't get nervous again. Instead, he picked up the garbage bag and continued to pick up some garbage in some corners of the snow covered square.

Work a little longer, and then it's time to solve today's lunch.

"Why am I still alive..."

He murmured in a low voice that he might not even hear clearly.

……

At the same time, at the gate of the park on the South Bank of the Thames in southeast London, Marca, who had just left Fisher's house, quietly appeared here.

In fact, looking for Muggle experts to ask about the meteorite fall, he is a little troubled now.

For a person who knows nothing about astronomical observation, let alone how to intercept meteorites... Even "where to ask about it" will be a very big problem.

But if you can think about it, you can at least think of a way.

That's the observatory.

If you want to find an observatory in Britain, Maka's first thought is the Greenwich Observatory, which determines the primary meridian and divides the earth between the East and the West.

Now, Maka is standing at the gate of Greenwich Park where the famous Observatory is located.

The clear sky all day yesterday did not melt any of the snow in London. Although there is no snow today, the gloom in the air will make people understand that the next snow will fall coldly.

Maka looked around. Because it was Christmas holiday, there were a lot of Muggles in and out of the park. Everyone stepped on the snow on the ground and made a constant creak

Yes, the snow here has long been trampled into ice residue.

He shrugged his shoulders and stopped delaying time. He raised his legs and joined the "crunchy army" to keep the snow solid here, all the way to the park.

Speaking of, in recent years, Maka has come to the Muggle world to do business many times, and sometimes she shuttles through the Muggle crowd. It's just that there are few opportunities for real contact with Muggles.

Now returning to Muggle society, when he found that he really wanted to talk to Muggle again, he was also aware of a sense of strangeness emerging from his heart.

But I don't know what to call "coincidence"? Or should we say "unfortunately"... Just when he was vaguely surrounded by this slightly contrary feeling, a middle-aged uncle walking in front of him suddenly paused and looked around.

Immediately, Maka saw him turn around and came towards her.

"Sir, have you seen an old volunteer picking up garbage in the park? He is very old and has fluffy white hair. He should be wearing an old gray coat in his volunteer clothes..."

Just then, the middle-aged uncle added apologetically:

"Er, by the way, when he approaches, there should be a strong smell of wine, which is particularly easy to recognize."

Seeing him suddenly ask, Maka was a little stunned before shaking her 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, it's my father. But he gets drunk every day and stubbornly wants to be a cleaning volunteer... My wife and I just want to deliver lunch to him. We often can't find where others are, because his route is never fixed..."

The uncle smiled, but instead of looking for others as Maka said, he poured bitter water with Maka. Look at his self familiar appearance, Maka can only let him go on.

Although he had a lot of means to drive him away without trace, it didn't seem necessary. After all, people didn't hinder him from walking.

"Did you ask him why he wanted to be a volunteer?" Marca looked at him casually as she walked. "Your father must be very old?"

"That's right!" sighed the other party. "My wife and I have advised him many times, but he just insists on doing it and doesn't listen to what he says! What's more, he never tells me why - every time I ask about it, he drinks hard and loses his temper..."

They walked forward with their shoulders together. The uncle said how long they walked. But if you look closely, you will find that although he never stopped talking, he never forgot his original intention of looking for his father. He glanced around every few steps.

Fortunately, although the Greenwich Park is very large, it is also very open and flat. When people walk in the middle, there are basically no buildings blocking their sight on both sides. It's hard to see what is missing.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged uncle's "alcoholic father" didn't seem to be in the first half of the park, so they walked to the hillside deep in the park.

Go further and wait until the top of the slope is the location of the observatory. I don't know if the other party's father will be there.

Soon, a building with red brick walls and white railings finally came to Maka, and he stopped here a little.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man immediately said:

"Oh, sir, are you going to visit there?"

"Yes, go in and have a look..."

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

The middle-aged man saw that he was really not ready to go again, so he had to wave goodbye to him, and then went behind the observatory.

After she separated from the drunk father's chatty son, Maka had no interference and hurried straight to the direction of the building.

However, the closer he got, the more he felt some doubt - what is this place?

"... 'Old Royal Observatory'?"

Looking at the nameplate at the door, Maka's face tilted her head inexplicably.

……

Not to mention the confused Maka, he was on the other side. The middle-aged uncle who had just nagged Maka all the way was walking along the road around the back of the observatory.

The trees here are obviously much denser than those in front, and perhaps because they are too far from the main gate, tourists are obviously scarce.

When he walked for a little while and his vision widened, a snow covered garden filled his whole vision at once.

"Oh, sure enough..." he looked at the bent back in the garden and shook his head again. "Well, I've looked for it in front. Where else can I be except here?"

After talking to himself for two words, he shouted and walked ahead.

"Hey, Dad - it's time for lunch -"

"Shut up!"

As soon as the figure heard this figure, he immediately turned around and roared angrily. Just listen to that voice, but you don't have to be young at all.

"Eat yourself! I'll drink enough -"

After that, old Victor threw away the garbage bag and really took out his wine pot and poured several mouthfuls.

As soon as the middle-aged man saw that his father began to pour wine again, he ran over and grabbed the wine pot, and then stuffed the bag he had been carrying in his hand.

"Don't drink, and then..." he said half way, but hurriedly turned to say, "no, no, no, no, if tix hears that I agree with you to drink, I'll be finished! I said Dad, just think about my son and don't drink any more?"

"You can control me?"

Old Victor said so, but instead of grabbing his wine pot, he conveniently received the bag handed over by his son.

"Boy, give it back to me when I finish eating, don't forget!"

He said as he walked aside with his bag. He was about to sit down on a bench not far away and fill his stomach full of alcohol. Unexpectedly, he saw a young man coming this way.

Looks like they're looking for one of their father and son?