I opened a restaurant in the Pokémon world.

"It's alright, it's alright. I think you're quite pleasing to the eye, you're quite handsome, half as handsome as I was back in my day." Grandpa Da Kong chuckled and led Heath away from the kitchen. Heath looked at the old man with a wry smile. This old man was really... unique.

"Huh? Isn't this the owner of the breakfast cart? What brings you here?" A surprised voice called out. Heath turned his head and saw the old man who used to buy food from him and whose tastes would change in the stairwell of the corridor standing there with a look of surprise on his face.

"You two know each other?" Da Kong looked at Heath and the old man with great interest and asked with a smile.

“Um… this gentleman is a regular customer of mine in my dining car. He’s been coming here to eat quite often lately.” Heath nodded and then greeted the old man politely.

However, after seeing Osora, the old man snorted coldly and left with a stern face, leaving Heath stunned. Could it be that the old man and Mr. Osora had some grudge?

"This old man... well, he's a pitiful fellow too. Well then, Heath, you should go back now. It's quite a distance from here to Officer Jenny's apartment." Grandpa Ozora looked at the old man with a hint of annoyance, then smiled and patted Heath on the back.

Heath nodded; he did indeed intend to return as soon as possible, since the ingredients for tomorrow had not yet been prepared.

Chapter 226 A Heavy Story

"Grandpa Osora, do you know that old man from earlier?" Heath asked, unable to contain his curiosity as he walked with Osora. Heath still didn't quite understand why the old man had two tastes.

“I know him. This old guy was one of the first in our nursing home, but he’s a pitiful man.” Da Kong took a puff of his cigarette. This old man was a heavy smoker; this was his second one. He didn’t know when he developed such a strong addiction.

Heath listened patiently without saying a word. At that moment, he just wanted to be an ordinary bystander and a qualified listener.

“His name is Rota. He used to be a very talented dancer, the kind who won awards. But after he moved in, his wife passed away. From that day on, Rota went mad. He said his wife wasn't dead, but had attached herself to him and was living happily with him, and he always made me cook for his wife.” Mr. Oozora shrugged, but Heath was stunned. This sounded so…

unique?

At first glance, it really did sound like a case of mental illness, making Heath even consider whether the nursing home should establish a psychologist position. But then Heath remembered his own past experience—the old man's changed tastes when he turned around…

"Grandpa Da Kong, do you know what kind of food Grandpa Rota's wife likes?" Heath asked eagerly, feeling that this was a very important clue.

"Hmm? Of course I know. Mrs. Rota used to live in our nursing home. She liked sour food, which was quite a unique taste." Grandpa Da Kong calmly took a puff of his cigarette and blew a smoke ring, but in Hiss's heart, a storm was brewing. He remembered that when Grandpa Rota turned around, her favorite taste was also sour.

So either what Mr. Rota said is true, or Mr. Rota missed his wife so much that he went mad and developed a second personality, which was Mr. Rota's wife.

With this shocking speculation in mind, Heath left the nursing home in a daze and followed Grandpa Osora to his food cart.

"Your food cart looks pretty good." Grandpa Da Kong looked at Heath's food cart in surprise; he had never seen such a food cart before.

"This is a new product developed by the Siluf Corporation." Heath smiled. He had to admit that the power of the cheat system was truly strong. It could do something like this and even influence the thoughts and perceptions of other people in the world. The Siluf Corporation actually believed that they had developed this thing.

"But old man, why do you live in this place?" Heath looked at Osora curiously. He had never understood this question. The location of the nursing home was too remote, and the security guard in charge of the gate was far too strong. Using Dragonite as a security guard was something Heath had never heard of before.

"..." Old Master Da Kong fell silent. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, put it in his mouth, took a drag, and exhaled a smoke ring.

“In the beginning, we retired old men didn’t want to trouble the Alliance with resettlement, so we found this place to settle down ourselves. Later, some old guys who were driven to desperation by their unfilial children also came here, and it gradually became like this.” Grandpa Da Kong looked at Heath calmly.

“The one I was just talking to, her daughter wouldn’t take her to the hospital when she was sick, and wouldn’t even give her medicine. If it weren’t for her Pidgeot coming out to ask for help, she might have really died in bed.” Da Kong pointed to the nursing home behind him. Heath felt like he wasn’t looking at a nursing home, but a hell on the soul, a safe haven from danger.

"Actually, lately, there have been a lot of people coming to cause trouble. Some are holding wills and demanding to sign them, some are kneeling on the ground crying and shouting, and some are even bringing their grandchildren to beg for mercy. Ha, they're sitting in their cars while their kids kneel at the entrance of the nursing home." Old Master Osora sneered. Heath looked at Mr. Osora in silence. If he didn't know that Mr. Osora wouldn't be using such a thing to tease him, Heath would have thought it was all some strange joke.

Heath didn't even know how he left the nursing home. As the food cart sped through the night once 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 desolate place, far from the city, far from the hustle and bustle, far from the noise and bustle.

So what makes these elderly people, who could have been enjoying their retirement at home, so eager to voluntarily move into this remote nursing home?

Heath felt it was a heavy story.

……

When Heath got out of bed, he wasn't in a good mood. He had another dream last night. In the dream, he seemed to see a large group of evil spirits climbing around the nursing home, trying to push it down the mountain and into the bottomless abyss.

Heath didn't know if it was a nightmare or a dream, but after waking up, he didn't see any information about being invited to Clay or Cresselia, so it seemed to be just a case of what he thought about during the day manifesting in his dreams at night.

"Sigh, whatever, I'll start preparing the edible quartz cooking later. Once the edible quartz cooking is done, I can set off for another city." Heath stretched and slowly got out of bed, while Zoroya was still curled up asleep on Heath's bed, looking at Heath with a hint of a smile.

"Get up, Zorua." Heath yawned, then reached out and pulled Zorua out of his hand. Zorua remained motionless in Heath's grasp, leaving Heath stunned.

After shaking it a few more times, Zoroya still didn't move. After a while, Zoroya opened its eyes, looking sleepy.

But Heath's expression became even more strange, because he discovered that the Zoroa's head didn't have the likes and dislikes labels, while on Heath's bed, two likes and dislikes labels had popped out.

"..." Hiss watched in silence. This Zorua is really something else. He's getting more and more adventurous. Now he's even pulled off something like this, creating a fake Zorua with an illusion while the real one continues to hide and sleep?

Heath, expressionless, reached out and pulled out the real Zoroah, which, from its appearance, resembled a pillow.

Chapter 227 Strange News Increases

Heath yawned and took Zoroya and Farfetch'd out. However, Farfetch'd looked at Zoroya, who was still sleeping in bed, and the pillow that Heath was holding, and fell into deep thought. It now seriously doubted whether its trainer had gone insane.

Upon entering the living room, Heath saw Snorlax fast asleep and Charmeleon lifting a barbell nearby. What a peaceful and ordinary day.

"Good morning, Snorlax and Charmeleon, we should probably go wash up." Heath yawned, fighting off the sleepiness in his head, and then led his Pokémon into the bathroom. However, when his hand touched the bathroom doorknob, Heath paused for a moment, then turned around in surprise. He then saw Charmeleon, who was a head taller than him, following behind him, looking up at Heath curiously, as if asking Heath something. Heath didn't go in.

Heath pinched his brow, then put Zorua down and looked at the Charizard in front of him. It was indeed a Charizard, a Charizard with a unique shape. Compared to ordinary Charizards, this Charizard looked much larger, with strong muscles and thick arms as thick as Heath's thigh.

"Charizard? You evolved?" Heath stared in shock at the Charizard in front of him. With that kind of muscle mass, it was obvious that it was Heath's little Charmander. But Heath really didn't expect that his little Charmander would evolve into Charizard after he took a nap!

"Roar~" Charmander roared triumphantly, then raised its claws and flexed its muscles, leaving Heath stunned. Charmander had really evolved.

Heath looked at Zoroya lying on the ground pretending to be a pillow, and helplessly gave Zoroya's butt a light kick.

"Get up and translate quickly, or I'll dock your pay." Heath glared at Zoroya, who reluctantly dispelled his illusion and reverted to his original form, glaring angrily at Heath.

"Hmph, Huo Huo said that when it got up to exercise this morning, it suddenly felt a surge of heat all over its body, and then it evolved." However, under the threat of having its wages docked, Zoroya still reluctantly said it.

Heath felt a little regretful. This was evolution, a phenomenon hailed as a miracle in the Pokémon world. This world has a deep love for Pokémon, and this love is manifested in the miracle of evolution. After evolution, the Pokémon's attributes may change, and its strength will also undergo a dramatic transformation, making it incredibly powerful.

But Heath didn't get to see it with his own eyes! That's a huge pity.

Heath thought that Charmander might be the first Pokémon to evolve among all his Pokémon, since Charmander was very serious and hardworking, and Heath had seen its diligence. But what Heath did not expect was that Charmander would evolve so quickly, turning into Charmeleon so fast!

"Not bad, not bad. Is there anything you want? As a reward, you can have anything you want." Heath smiled and rubbed Charizard's head. It felt similar to Charmander's head, but the skull was harder, and there were two bumps on its head.

Zoroya watched from the side, gritting her teeth. She was so envious. If a trainer said that to her, a million things she wanted would pop into her head. Although she already had Princess Five, she could consider other game consoles, and computers too. These were all things Zoroya really wanted, not to mention novels and comics.

"Roar~" Charizard tilted its head and thought for a moment, then roared. Only then did Heath look at Zorua.

"Hmm... Fireball said it wants more protein powder, it's almost finished with its protein powder." Zoroya hesitated for a moment. Originally, Zoroya was wondering whether to add his own opinion, but seeing how happy the Charmeleon was, Zoroya couldn't bring himself to do it, so he just translated it obediently.

Heath nodded. The question wasn't difficult; in fact, it was quite simple. After all, protein powder was something you could just buy at the supermarket—nothing complicated.

Heath glanced at Zoroya with amusement. Zoroya gave a haughty snort and then turned its head away. However, Heath knew that the seed had been planted, and this should stimulate Zoroya to evolve as soon as possible and not be so lazy.

In a cheerful mood, Heath pushed open the bathroom door and saw Dream floating inside, brushing her teeth. While brushing, Dream looked at Heath through the mirror. However, Heath did nothing else. After greeting Dream, she went into the bathroom to start washing up.

While brushing his teeth, Heath looked at Mew with curiosity. Mew did look quite unique. Compared to the cute and pink appearance in the game, Mew looked even more unique now. However, its unusually large eyes gave Heath the feeling of seeing an E.T. alien.

While brushing her teeth, Heath turned on the radio on her phone to listen to today's news. This was a habit of Heath's; after all, back in Evergreen City, the Officers' dormitories had radios and televisions, making it convenient for them to stay informed.

However, the news from the Pokémon world is also very interesting.

The Springtime Wonderful Times Light and Music Festival held in Gold City yesterday concluded successfully...

According to the latest report, the identities of the two deceased individuals, a man and a woman, discovered yesterday have been confirmed, and Officer Julva is initiating an investigation...

The Quartz Alliance Speaker discusses the placement of surveillance cameras...

The Pokémon Protection Association strongly condemns the malicious distribution of laxative-laced gull food to ternary marooners and will pursue criminal charges against those responsible. This incident has resulted in ternary marooners flying around Golden Beach, and everyone playing and passing by having feces on them, sparking public outrage. According to renowned lawyer Zhang San, these individuals' actions have violated…

Heath brushed her teeth, then spat out the toothpaste, and another strange news story emerged.

However, thinking about the news just now, Heath's expression became a little strange. What were those people thinking, feeding long-winged gulls gull food laced with laxatives? Birds are naturally fast-digesting animals, they eat quickly and digest quickly, and with the added effect of laxatives...

Hiss, Heath thought about it and felt that the beach was probably unusable now. But these people were really despicable to do something like this.

"It's about time to go grocery shopping, then make breakfast, and then process the edible quartz." Heath stretched. Mew had already left, and the little guy was still just brushing his teeth and washing his face.

Chapter 228 The Officers Who Came to Investigate

After finishing her morning routine, Heath drove her food truck to the market, bought the ingredients she needed, set up autopilot, and started preparing breakfast for her Pokémon.

Heath had Farfetch'd make the crab roe soup dumplings, which were very simple. Crab roe soup dumplings are no longer a problem for Farfetch'd; in fact, they can be described as very simple.

Heath wanted to see if the breakfast made with farfalle duck could be included in her daily breakfast, and to her surprise, the breakfast was actually recorded by the cheat code.

"Not bad, except for the oddly shaped ones." Heath took a bite of the crab roe soup dumpling in his hand. His food cart was now parked in the same old spot every day, waiting for the guests to arrive. Heath also tried the crab roe soup dumpling with scallion duck.

The taste is okay, but the appearance is a bit strange. Other than that, there's nothing wrong with it.

"Hello, are you Mr. Heath?" Just as Heath was thinking about whether to take the opportunity to teach Farfetch'd how to make some other flavors of buns, he saw two people walking towards his food cart. Heath looked up and saw that they were two Officer Jennys.

"Huh? Yes, I'm Heath. What's wrong?" Heath looked at the two Officer Jennys in front of him with a puzzled expression, not quite understanding why Officer Jenny had come to find him.

Heath had seen these two Officer Jennys before, in the cafeteria, where he had served them food. But judging from their businesslike manner, Heath knew that they must have something to do or something important to ask him, otherwise they wouldn't be acting this way.

"Hello, please cooperate with our investigation." Officer Jenny, the leader, took out her Officer Jenny badge, showed it to Heath, and then took out a photo of two middle-aged men and women she had never seen before.

"Have you seen these two before?" Officer Jenny looked at Heath seriously. Heath shook his head. He met many guests every day, but if they were people he saw often, he should have some impression of them. However, he had no recollection of these two.

Officers exchanged glances, then took out another photograph and placed it in front of Heath. Heath looked closely and recognized the person this time.

“And this one?” Officer Jenny continued to ask, and this time Heath nodded.

“I know that. Karenia is a customer in my dining car. Yesterday she said she was working here because she had to do a social practice activity for her school.” Heath said with certainty that this was what happened yesterday. Even if Heath’s memory was bad, she wouldn’t forget something like this.

“Okay, then do you remember when Karenia worked for you?” Officer Jenny continued to ask, the red dot on her body camera flashing on her chest.

"Hmm..." Heath stroked his chin, lost in thought. Yesterday, Heath only remembered that Karenia had interned with him until the afternoon, and that Karenia had told him it was around 3 p.m., and had also signed her name and the time on her social practice report...

"I don't quite remember. I can only recall that it was in the afternoon, and then it was... a little after three in the afternoon?" Heath said uncertainly. This kind of thing wasn't something that Heath remembered very well, and since he had been thinking about edible quartz, he could remember even less now.

The two Officer Jennys then showed Heath a photo. It was the social practice report that Heath had signed and evaluated yesterday. It had Heath's signature and a date on it. The Officer Jennys asked Heath if he had written it, and Heath immediately admitted that he had indeed written it.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Officers nodded, then turned to leave.

"Um, can I ask what happened?" Heath asked curiously. He had never seen anything like this before, and he felt that it seemed to have something to do with Karenia.

"...A fire broke out at Karenia's house at 3 p.m. yesterday, and Karenia's adoptive parents perished." The Officers exchanged glances, and considering that Heath was also a member of the Officers' Apartments and that the news had already gone viral, they decided to tell Heath about it.

But then Heath paused for a moment. Officer Jenny didn't seem to care and left, but Heath suddenly remembered something: yesterday afternoon, after leaving Karenia, Heath had glanced at her phone; it was a little after 2 PM...

However, Heath didn't remember yesterday's events very clearly, but the social practice time signed on the social practice form was indeed 3 PM, which Heath had seen.

But why is there a discrepancy in memory? Did Heath misread the time, or what happened?

Heath pressed his head blankly. He felt that something was not right, and the Quartz Federation had very little surveillance, which made it very difficult to find out how long Karenia had been there.

"Could it be what I'm thinking..." Heath frowned. He had only glanced at his phone casually and hadn't paid much attention. It was hard to say that Heath had misread the time; memories could indeed be inaccurate sometimes. But if Heath wasn't mistaken, Karenia left around 2 PM, which meant that Karenia might...

For some inexplicable reason, Heath recalled the strange book payments he had received when he hosted Karenia. At the time, Heath had assumed that these payments were because Karenia's parents were scholars, university professors, librarians, or something similar.

But now that he thinks about it, Heath feels that something might not be right. If Karenia deliberately mentioned it at that time, so that Heath could create an alibi for him, then what was Karenia's purpose?

Considering what Officer Jenny had just said about the fire that occurred at home at 3 PM, Heath couldn't help but have some chilling speculations...