Doraemon: Start by taking care of Nobita Tamako

The strong wind from high altitude blew through the ends of his hair. As Nobi Hiroshi spoke, he immersed himself in the warmth of his palms, reluctant to leave and enjoying it never enough.

He rubbed it gently and lightly, and his touch felt as smooth and silky as milk. He was so focused that he didn't even notice Nobita's cries from behind.

"I'm so sad. I don't want to sit in the back anymore. Doraemon, Hong, and Shizuka, who of you can change seats with me?!"

In the back seat, Nobita was like the meat patty in the middle of a hamburger, sandwiched between Takeshi and Suneo, bearing the pressure from both sides.

I feel so sad that I can't even cry. Normally, this row of benches can accommodate three people. However, it would be a different story if one of them is Fat Tiger.

He could make more money by using half of his butt to support someone else's whole butt. When Fat Tiger sat on the entire bench, he took up at least 1/2 of the area.

Therefore, the small space and the disadvantage of Nobita sitting later forced him to survive in the gap, and it is normal for him to get the best of both worlds.

"Nobita, you better behave yourself. If you keep making noise, I'll throw you out of the car. Aren't you annoying because you're the only one making noise?"

Looking at Nobita with a Sima-like face under his armpit, Fat Tiger glared angrily, stretched out his hands to clamp Nobita's arms, and pretended to throw him out of the car.

Listening to the complaints along the way, Fat Tiger couldn't help feeling angry. How dare a mere Nobita look down on him and Suneo!

"Fat Tiger, I don't mean anything else, it's just that the seats are really crowded. Even if you lend me ten times the courage, I wouldn't dare to despise you!!"

Nobita had a sad face and locked his limbs tightly onto the steel frame of the convertible to prevent Fat Tiger from throwing him out of the car. Just from the height, his legs looked weak to the naked eye.

"Who cares? I'll let you go if I hit you with one punch. Show me your moves!"

Fat Tiger clenched his fists, bent his arms and gathered strength, ready to vent his anger that had nowhere to go.

Seeing Nobita being forced into a corner, Doraemon turned around to try to stop the fight, explaining that fighting in the car would lead to accidents. Unfortunately, Fat Tiger, who was in a state of agitation, obviously didn't care and insisted on committing the crime.

Just as he swung his fist, his butt hit the hard armrest of the front seat, and he grimaced in pain instantly.

With his waist arched, Fat Tiger's center of gravity suddenly lost balance. His huge body flipped backwards and slammed hard onto the control panel on the front of the car. The electronic equipment exploded on the spot, emitting black smoke.

It was all because of the Indian magic oil. Fat Tiger became too indulgent. The steel door suffered a brutal blow and it hurt like hell when touched by any foreign object.

"Ah, we're going to crash!"

"Everyone, hold on to the handrails!"

Doraemon's eyelids and lips were blown up by the strong wind, and he held on to the handrail tightly to remind everyone.

Swish swish swish~~~

The shuttle bus emitted black smoke and sped along the water to the island, where it crashed heavily, damaging many expensive green plants on the way.

Less than three minutes into their arrival in the 22nd century, they have destroyed someone's sculpture garden and fled without a care in the world.

"Phew, luckily the car is durable enough to survive a fall from such a high place without any damage."

"But what does this do for us? Is this still a secret prop museum?"

Walking on the granite-paved avenue, Nobi Hiroshi looked carefully at the surrounding Western-style buildings.

Apart from the signposts, there was not even a shadow of a passerby in sight. It was hard to imagine that this was a super popular secret prop museum.

"Everyone, we are finally here. This is the Secret Prop Museum. My bell is inside."

After walking for a long time, the six people finally arrived at the museum gate. Doraemon trotted forward, his eyes sparkling with colorful light.

"Wow, what a magnificent museum! I'm really looking forward to seeing what props are inside!"

Shizuka cupped her hands in delight.

"It's spectacular, the gate is at least five or six meters high, but the exterior decoration feels like a church, which is a bit weird..."

Nobi Hiroshi spoke calmly, holding the sweet girl's hand and stepping onto the stairs.

This museum is very big, and it would be troublesome if we got lost. Nobi Hiroshi should have made preparations in advance. It's good for her and for me, and the rest of us should have no objection.

Only...

"Damn it, you little brat, you're so skilled at holding hands, Shizuka, why don't you resist? Your face is as red as a bubble teapot."

With his hands in his pockets and burning with jealousy, Nobita followed the two of them with a sullen look on his face.

The grinning expression still shows that he can't let go of his childhood sweetheart, his first love, not knowing that she has become someone who is out of his reach.

"Hey, let Shizuka suffer for a while. After solving the threat from the fat girl, I, Nobita Nobi, will definitely make Shizuka come back again!!!"

The boy secretly swore in his heart that as long as the issue was about Shizuka, he would never be soft-hearted just because they were good friends.

The idea is nice, but it's a pity that the naive Nobita has long since failed to keep up with the times and doesn't know what the quickest way to get into a woman's heart is.

As for his competitor, Hiro Nobi, he has taken shortcuts hundreds of times in different ways and is very familiar with them, even having taken more than one shortcut.

Chapter 164: Genius Grandfather, Useless Grandson

After stepping up the stairs, the group arrived at the entrance of the museum and saw a middle-aged man with blue and purple hair and wearing a monocular lens standing by the door, scolding an orange-haired boy who was about the same age as Nobita and the others.

"Kurt, where have you been slacking off again? I've received many complaints from tourists lately. Are you working seriously?"

"Director...I..."

The boy named Kurt lowered his head and listened, secretly trying to think of an excuse to prevaricate.

Feeling guilty, he slightly shifted his eyes and happened to see Hiro Nobi walking towards him.

The invitation in Doraemon's hand immediately attracted his attention.

"Director, it seems like a guest has arrived. Tell me what you want to say later!!!"

Kurt was as if he had been granted amnesty. Seeing this, the man hit him hard on the head and said, "You stinky boy, don't mess it up again later."

After he finished speaking, the middle-aged man retracted his fist in disappointment, and hurriedly urged Kurt to change into his work uniform. Then he walked towards Nobi Hiroshi and others with enthusiasm on his face.

"Hey hey hey, hello, distinguished guests."

"I'm the curator, Fikes. Welcome to the Secret Prop Museum. Could I check the invitation ticket, please?"

Fix bowed slightly, took the invitation ticket from Doraemon with a humble attitude, checked it, and returned it to the other party after confirming that it was correct.

"I'm a tour guide here for work. My name is Kurt Hartmann. Hello."

After taking off his coat and putting on the tour guide uniform, Kurt's young face was full of shyness. He had a brief conversation with a few people. It was unexpected that he was born with the talent for working at such a young age.

"Director, we actually came to the museum to find something."

"Because my friend's bell was stolen by someone, I used the Sherlock Holmes suit to investigate and found the name DX. Do you know this person?"

Nobi Hiroshi said straight to the point.

"Phantom Thief DX!"

The whole body was struck by a bolt from the blue, and both Kurt and the curator were shocked.

After being stunned for a while, Director Fix spread his hands and said, "How could he not know? Our museum was invaded by him a few days ago, and he even stole the magnifying lamp that was originally placed in our museum!"

After a lot of complaints, the middle-aged man encountered the biggest career crisis in his life.

Regardless of the future world or the original world, there is a magical law that has never changed, that is, the Sakura Metropolitan Police Department will always play its part in punishing criminals.

Not to mention eating dry food, just trying my best.

"Wow, let me tell you guys, Kaito DX is really awesome."

"Not only did he beat a large group of police officers to a pulp, but he also escaped smoothly at lightning speed. It was so cool!"

With little stars twinkling in his eyes, the worker stood beside his boss and made sarcastic remarks, while Kurt vividly described what happened that day.

It was not until the curator's murderous and hostile gaze came over him that he closed his mouth with a lingering feeling.

"I have something else to do. Since you all came all the way here, why don't you visit the museum while you're looking for the bell?"

"Kurt, behave yourself."

After saying that, Director Fix turned and left. Before leaving, he glanced at Kurt with a cold look and made a "you know" gesture.

"Hi~"

The latter felt a chill on his neck and back as he was stared at, and silently led the guest into the museum.

“Wow, what a huge place!!!”

After crossing the threshold, Xiaofu looked around at the countless space doors and marveled at them.

Even the young master who has seen a lot of the world behaves like this, let alone the others.

Except for Fat Tiger, who needs to be singled out for discussion, after all, any floor tile picked up from here is a hundred times cleaner than his room.

"There's no need to be so surprised. This is just the entrance hall."

"The huge and memorable secret item in front of us is the early Anywhere Door. All the Anywhere Doors of previous generations are here. We can use them to go to the various branches we want to visit."

Pointing at the steam portal in the middle that was dozens of meters high, Kurt forced a smile on his face.

Today's guest is a little special. His eyes reveal clear ignorance, as if he does not belong to this era.

"Excuse me, who is this person?"

Shizuka stopped and pointed at the statue next to the Anywhere Door No. 1. The orange hexagon floating in his hand was shining like a gem.

"That guy, he's the scientist who developed the full metal and led a big step forward in the development of secret gadgets, Dr. Hartman!"

Kurt said this in a decisive tone, his smug tone revealing deep pride.

"Ultraman?"

"Ahem, Kurt, I remember your name is also Hartman, right?"

Nobi Hiro took the little hand in his palm and asked Kurt.

"Well...actually, Dr. Hartman, he is my grandfather."

With his neck shrunk, Kurt's weak reply gave a few people a slight shock.

There was a flash of suspicion in Nobi Hiroshi's eyes. It was strange for Kurt, who was "my secret gadget founder grandfather", to be a tour guide in a place like this.

“Wow, so that’s how it is.”

"Then Kurt, you should also be able to make amazing secret props, right?"

Shizuka smiled innocently.

"That... Of course..."

"If you don't believe me, let me show you the props I developed independently. It will definitely be preserved by this museum in the future."

Kurt took out the four-dimensional leather bag he carried with him and pulled out a pair of flying boots with wings attached to the soles.

"Hey, it's Gugugugu. Now let me show you the function of this prop!"

After putting on flight boots, Kurt snapped his fingers, and Gugugu opened his eyes instantly, flapped his wings like a mad bird, and jumped for joy close to the ceiling.

"what!!!"

Kurt, waving his arms and performing a overhead kick, couldn't control his grunts at all.

As soon as his shoes loosened, Kurt handsomely put his face to the ground, with his two bare feet stiffly pointing to the sky.

The flying boots sailed away from home and disappeared.

"Hahaha, grandpa is such a great scientist, but as a grandson, I can only make these useless props."

Pointing his finger at Kurt who was full of shame, Fat Tiger laughed out loud, as if he had completely taken advantage of the situation and left no way out for himself.

The high-level player Xiaofu also cheered on the side: "Haha, useless props, useless props!"

The wife followed her husband's lead and completely ruined the child.

"I...I will definitely invent a super awesome gadget someday and put it in this museum for collection. Just wait and see!"

Kurt's face turned red with anger, and as soon as he finished speaking, several flying objects similar to ladybugs landed on the chests of Nobi Hiroshi and the others, turning into badges of different colors.

"Kurt, what the hell is this?"

Nobi Hiroshi pulled at the badge attached to his chest, but found that it couldn't be removed at all.

"Nothing, this is a transmitter to prevent tourists from getting lost."

"Because the museum is so huge, several people got lost and trapped in one day when it first opened."

Kurt took out a locator, and small dots of different colors were displayed on the screen, which could monitor everyone's position in real time.

"Trapped! Is it so dangerous here?"

Hearing this, Xiaofu's legs couldn't help but tremble.