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

Because of his years of heavy drinking, he is in a half-asleep state almost every day, so his neighbors also dislike him and stay away from him.

But he didn't care, because for him, this life was almost over. One more friend or one less friend doesn't make a difference at all - it's the same when you bury it in the ground anyway.

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

Even if he has retired from his professorship now, he no longer has to take students to do research projects. But he still chose to continue "working......

Yes, even as a volunteer sweeper, he would go out on time every morning and never miss a day.

Early this morning, old Victor got up from his bed on time again. He got dressed, brought a flask, and went to the volunteer center to pick up his tools as usual.

Now, it's noon.

To be honest, there are a lot of tourists here. There are many tourists, no matter how good the quality of everyone is, there will always be such and such garbage frequently.

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

However, even on the days when the snow truck was off for Christmas, he would still come here silently, sweeping it for half a day.

After a few moments, old Victor finally stopped what he was doing.

I saw him raise his head and beat his sore old waist. Then he took out a stainless steel flask from his pocket as if no one was around, unscrewed the lid and poured two or three mouthfuls into his mouth.

For others, drinking wine in this winter is to warm up the body; But for old Victor, it was just a matter of fooling his sobering mind again.

"Ahem—"

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

"Damn stainless steel trough ......"

He stomped into the snow at his feet for no apparent reason, but nothing happened except to splash some snow.

Old Victor did not get nervous again, but picked up the garbage bag and continued to pick up some of the garbage in the nooks and crannies of the snow-covered square.

Work for a while, and then it's time to tackle today's lunch.

"How can I still be alive......"

He muttered in a voice that he might not have heard clearly.

……

At the same time, at the entrance to this park in the southeast of London, 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 now somewhat troubled by the fact that he was looking for a Muggle expert to ask about the meteorite fall.

For a person who knows nothing about astronomical observations, 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 is - "Observatory".

If you want to find an observatory in the United Kingdom, the first thing that comes to Maca's mind is the Greenwich Observatory, which determines the prime meridian and divides the earth into east and west.

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

Yesterday's sunny sky didn't melt the snow in London. And although there is no snow today, the gloom in the air will make people understand to some extent that the next snow may not fall coldly.

Maca glanced left and right, and since it was the Christmas holidays, there were quite a few Muggles coming in and out of the park. Everyone stepped on the snow on the ground, making a constant creaking sound......

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

He shrugged his shoulders, and without further delay, he raised his leg to join the "crunch army" of the snow that had solidified the place, all the way to the park.

Speaking of which, in recent years, Maca has come to the Muggle world not too many times, and sometimes she will shuttle through the Muggle crowd. It's just that when it comes to actual contact with Muggles, it's still very rare.

Now that he had returned to Muggle society, when he found that he really wanted to talk to Muggles again, he sensed a strange feeling in his heart.

But I don't know if it's a coincidence? Or should I say "not by chance"...... Just as he was faintly surrounded by this slightly disobedient feeling, a middle-aged uncle who was walking in front of him suddenly paused, and then looked around a few times.

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

"Sir, have you ever seen an elderly volunteer picking up garbage in the park? He was very old, with fluffy white hair, and he was probably wearing an old gray-brown coat in his volunteer uniform......"

As he was talking, the middle-aged uncle added a little apologetically:

"Well, by the way, he should have a very strong smell of wine when he approached, especially easy to identify."

Seeing him suddenly ask, Maca was stunned for a moment before shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I met him...... I suggest you ask someone else. ”

"Oh! Is it? But thank you for your answer...... Maybe you don't know, that's my father. But he gets drunk every day, and he stubbornly wants to be a cleaning volunteer...... My wife and I try to bring him lunch, but we often can't find where the other person is, because he never follows a fixed route......"

The uncle smiled, but instead of going to someone else as Maca said, he continued to pour bitter water with Maca. Looking at his self-cooked appearance, Maca could only let him continue.

Although he had a lot of means to get rid of him without a trace, it didn't seem that necessary, after all, they didn't get in the way of his walking.

"So did you ask him why he volunteered?" As she walked, Maca glanced at him casually, "Presumably 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 insists on doing it, and he doesn't listen to what he says!" What's worse is that he never told me why—every time I asked about it, he drank and lost his temper......"

The two walked forward side by side, and as far as they went, the uncle said how long. But if you look closely, you will find that although his mouth never stops, he has never forgotten the original intention of looking for his father, and every few steps he will glance around.

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

It's a pity that the "drunkard father" in the mouth of this middle-aged uncle doesn't seem to be in the first half of this park, but the two of them walked and walked to the hillside deep in the park.

If you go a little further, when you reach the top of the highest slope, the observatory will be located, and I don't know if the other party's father will be there.

In a short time, a building with red brick walls and white balustrades finally came to Maka, and he stopped here for a moment.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man suddenly said:

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

"yes, go in and see ......"

Maca nodded and looked into 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 ready to leave, so he had to wave goodbye to him, and then went to the back of the observatory with some unfinished thoughts.

After separating from the drunkard father's son, Maca was no longer disturbed, and hurried straight in the direction of the building.

It's just that the closer he gets, the more he wonders - what the hell is this?

"...... 'Old Royal Observatory'?"

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

……

Not to mention the confused Maca, who was on the other side at this time, the middle-aged uncle who had been nagging Maca all the way just now was walking along the road around the back of the observatory.

The trees here are obviously much denser than before, and probably because they are too far from the main entrance, there are noticeably fewer tourists.

And when he had walked a little longer, the view in front of him had widened, and a garden covered with snow filled his entire field of vision.

"Oh, it's here......" he looked at the slumped back in the garden, and then shook his head again, "Well, I've found it before, so where else can I be here?" ”

After talking to himself like this, he shouted and walked forward.

"Hey! Dad—it's time for lunch—"

"Shut up!"

As soon as the figure heard this, it immediately turned around and roared angrily. Just listening to that voice, you don't have to be your own son at all.

"Eat yourself! It's enough for Lao Tzu to drink—"

After that, I saw old Victor throw the garbage bag in his hand, and really took out his wine jug and poured it several times in a row.

As soon as the middle-aged man saw that his father had started to drink again, he hurriedly ran over and snatched the wine jug, and then stuffed the bag that had been in his hand forward.

"Don't drink, I'll ...... when I'm done," he said halfway through, but then hurriedly turned around, "No, no, no, if Ticks hears that I agree to you drinking, I'll be done!" I said Dad, you just think about my son, don't drink anymore, right? ”

"Can you control Lao Tzu?"

Old Victor said so, but instead of snatching his flask, he took the bag his son handed over to him.

"Boy, give it back to me when I'm done, don't forget!"

As he spoke, he walked to the side with his bag in his hand, and was about to sit down on a bench not far away to fill his stomach full of alcohol, when he accidentally saw a young man walking this way.

It looks like they're looking for one of their fathers and sons?