Miyake Mori thought for a long time: "Maybe my grandfather can help."

For some reason, Su Mu always felt that the girl opposite was not confident enough.

"Your grandpa is a doctor?"

"That's right..."

A string of question marks floated over Su Mu's head: Yes, no, no. How much does this mean?

Then Miyake Miyake explained the reason for a long time.

Yukio Miyake graduated from the Medical Department of Tokai University and stayed in Miya for many years. He obtained a doctorate in medicine, biology and chemistry in the United States. He has been engaged in scientific research in biology at MIT for a long time. Later, he founded Morningstar Power with several friends and served as the chief scientist for fifteen years.

"So awesome?"

"Well, though, he's retired."

The image of a white-bearded wise man with a strong and sharp eyes appeared in Su Mu's mind.

However, Miyake Miyake said: "He suffered from mild Alzheimer's disease, um, Alzheimer's disease."

The image of a white-bearded wise man with a sharp eyes collapsed instantly and turned into an old man with saliva and dissipated eyes: Aba Aba Aba Aba Aba Aba…

"When he was in good spirits, he kept dispensing himself with medicine, and it seems to be effective recently."

Su Mu didn't know what to say. This is a dead horse, right? He decided to meet Miyake's grandfather.

The next day, the mini Cooper was far away from Tokyo, driving farther and farther away.

"Grandpa lives in his hometown," Miyake Mori explained, "After he retired, he said that living in a big city was uncomfortable, so he went back to his hometown."

My hometown is Chichibu, located in the north of Saitama Prefecture, and is a beautiful stream town.

Advancing along the emerald green river, walking with the steam locomotive emitting white smoke. Whether it is the boating tourists in the river or the tourists on the train, everyone is very friendly. Although they are not acquainted, they still wave to greet him enthusiastically.

Passing through the small square in front of the station, turning left in front of a kayaking shack, and walking for dozens of meters, Mini Cooper stopped in front of a lush wintersweet tree.

"There," Miyake Jasmine pointed to the ancient wooden house far away from the lawn, "Grandpa."

Following the direction of her finger, Su Mu saw an old man.

His messy white beard covered his entire neck and had not been trimmed for a long time. His hair was also messy, curled and dispersed casually. His skin was a little pale, his eyes were very big, and he looked like he hadn't been asleep for several days and nights. However, his eyes were still very energetic, his eyes were sharp, and his spirit seemed not bad.

Miyake said, "The medicine seems to be effective recently", which seems to be true.

When the little female policewoman was reversing and parked the car, Su Mu walked over and greeted the old man friendly: "Hello."

The old man glanced at Su Mu with deep eyes: "I knew that someone would come to me from Tokyo. I read every report about what happened in Naotake Town. Whether it was a TV station or a newspaper, they either didn't know or intentionally concealed it. In short, it was definitely not the whole truth that was given to the public."

Should I say that I am a professor at Tok University? His eyes were as sharp as a gaze and he could see through his purpose at first glance?

It's so amazing. Miyake's grandfather really has two skills and is a paranoid.

Su Mu was immediately full of confidence in the old man in front of him.

"Go in and talk," Miyake Yukio pointed into the room. "When I received a call from Jasmine, I specially cooked some tea and made snacks. Speaking of snacks, don't buy them in a small shop near the station. The bean daifuku they made is so unpalatable."

Next, Su Mu gritted his teeth and listened to the popular science of "How to make red bean filling so that beans will be delicious" for about five minutes.

Wait, it seems something is wrong. This paradise seems a bit long-winded...

When Miyake Mori finally arrived, he shook his head and felt that his ears were full of "glutinous rice, red beans, mugwort" and other things.

"Grandpa!" Miyake Mori interrupted her grandfather's constant talk, "Su Sang is here to ask about the Naotake-cho incident."

"What? Ah, yes, yes, Naotake-cho incident."

The old man's eyes suddenly became deep: "I knew that someone would come to me from Tokyo. I read every report about what happened in Naotake Town. Whether it was a TV station or a newspaper, they either didn't know or intentionally concealed it. In short, it was definitely not the whole truth that was given to the public."

...Why do you have to repeat the lines just now? Is it really good for you to mix the number of words like this?

It seems that the medicine from home is unreliable, even the PhD from MIT is the same.

Su Mu collapsed a little and looked forward to the index hitting the limit again.

However, the Tofuku made by Yukio Miyake is really delicious and the tea is also very delicious.

Miyake Mali solemnly told me what happened in the past few days, and put her hands together and asked: "Grandpa, please help him. This is also helping me."

"You said, Su Mujun's memory was in chaos?" The old man looked at Su Mu with a bright look, "When did it happen?"

"yesterday."

"That chicken nightclub--"

“GRANVILLE.”

“The memory of GARNiDELiA nightclub can be restored.”

Su Mu really wants to complain: GARNiDELiA is not a nightclub! GARNiDELiA is real!

Forget it, he thought again, why should he have to worry about an elderly person?
Chapter completed!