Doraemon: Start by taking care of Nobita Tamako

The air force became quieter and quieter as he fished. Fortunately, he did not choose to stay here and waste time.

"Doraemon, why are you still fishing for turtles? Have you forgotten why you came here?"

Nobita uncovered the fishing rod and tugged at his beard. He and Shizuka had been playing the same game in the morning, but he never forgot to investigate the clues.

Although there was no progress along the way, most of the exhibition halls were ruled out as suspects, leaving only the last random hall that had not been checked.

"Yeah, bells!"

"I remember now, Nobita, there's no time to play, let's all go quickly."

Doraemon felt a pain on his cheek and suddenly realized what had happened. He reached out and pulled Nobita to the next location, then jumped into the space portal.

One after another, they filed in. In hyperspace, everyone seemed to be able to hear the curses of the stall owner, a bunch of bastards who didn't pay after playing.

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The Random Hall, the name sounds good, the secret props exhibited here are all very "random".

For example, transparent cloak, penetrating ring, automatic tracking rope, universal raw material hat...

"Hong, look, there's a random door here that's surrounded by a cordon."

After walking a few steps, the sweet girl seemed to have discovered some clues and quickly called everyone over.

"Well, maybe the clue is in there, let's go in and take a look!"

Bending down, Doraemon went in nonchalantly. Is it important that the cordon has a bell?

Anyway, he felt that there was no such thing.

"Let's go in too."

Seeing the blue fat man crossing the cordon, Nobi Hiroshi and his companions naturally did not want to be left behind, so they followed suit and headed inside to find out what was going on.

But at this moment, a fresh and handsome figure suddenly walked out of the door.

"Hey, hey, hey, this is a crime scene, you kids can't come here."

The strange man in a brown windbreaker walked up and stopped them with his hand.

He looked to be no more than twenty years old. His arms swung naturally and his steps were neither fast nor slow, making loud and clear footsteps.

That smooth, fair face, when the pink lips opened, revealed two rows of white teeth, emitting a crystal clear and moist luster.

"Eh!!!"

When they saw who it was, they all exclaimed in unison. The reason was simple: he looked so much like Hiroshi Nobi. Could he be the adult version?

But according to the calculation of time, it is now the 22nd century, and the person should have been buried long ago.

So, by the process of elimination, the person in front of us is probably Nobi Hiroshi's grandson.

"Brother, what's your name?"

Everyone asked in unison.

"Hmm...what's your name..."

"I think it would be easier to prove my identity if I could call out your names."

"Nobita, Doraemon, Gigante, Suneo, Shizuka, and...myself..."

The young man in the windbreaker held his chin and said, his fingertips passed in front of the eyes of several people one by one, and his wandering gaze finally stopped on Hong.

Well, I was still so cool when I was a kid, Shizuka is still so cute, and Nobita and Doraemon are still... still pretty good.

The Haier Brothers are still as gay as ever, and nothing will change in the future.

People still remember that Fat Tiger's mouth often fell off. He went to the ICU to visit patients quite often and brought fruit baskets at least three or four times a year.

"You, you really are!!!"

"That shouldn't be the case. How could you live to this age... No, no, how come you are still so young?"

Doraemon paused for a moment and almost said the wrong thing. He straightened out his sentence and asked the question again.

"It's very strange..."

"You will know about this problem later, Doraemon, and all of you are alive and well like me."

The young man had a calm expression on his face, as if longevity was a trivial matter not worth mentioning, which made Doraemon and the others seem to be making a fuss out of nothing.

"Well, everyone is alive. It seems that some new props have been developed..."

"Well, now I have more important questions to ask you."

"Hong, who is Kaito DX? Who stole my bell?"

Doraemon asked anxiously, looking at the young version of Hiroshi Nobi, he must know the answer.

"Shh, Doraemon, you know the rules, don't you?"

"If I change the direction of things with my status, I will be arrested by other departments."

“Clues and evidence are in line with the principle.”

The young man raised a finger and put it to his lips, speaking mysteriously. For some special reason, he could not reveal the answer.

"Then...then what should I do..."

Doraemon lowered his head in disappointment.

Fat Tiger then asked: "In that case, why don't you just catch DX?"

"Um, Fat Tiger, guess why I'm here? Is it for fun?"

The young man Hong put his hands in his pockets and stared at Fat Tiger with a caring look for the mentally retarded man.

No matter how dirty a person's body is, his thoughts must be correct.

The latter felt ashamed upon hearing this, and quietly retreated behind the crowd, keeping silent.

"Haha, okay Doraemon, you don't have to be so pessimistic. I'll tell you a secret. In fact, it won't take two days for the bell to come back. Now you can rest assured, right?"

Retracting his gaze, the young man Hong patted Doraemon's head to comfort him.

"Really!"

"I'm relieved with your words."

Doraemon raised his head, the smile returned to his face, and everything seemed to be sunny after the rain.

"Hey, you kids, what are you doing around the lighting store?"

"I won't pursue the crime of trespassing the seal, just go play somewhere else."

The screen flashed, and a criminal police officer appeared again in the door.

He was also wearing a brown windbreaker, but he was a little older and looked more mature and stable.

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his facial features make his expression look particularly serious. He has a fat body, and his bulging belly is so big that it can't lift his belt.

Chapter 167 Museum Freak

"No need to be so nervous, these kids are here to look for Phantom Thief DX."

"That guy stole the cat bell from the childcare robot. What a weird guy."

The young man Hong took his hands out of his pockets and said.

"What? DX actually steals this kind of thing..."

After hearing the explanation, the middle-aged detective had no doubts and looked at Doraemon with a slightly dazed expression.

Pulling out a small notebook from his pocket, he wrote down the information with a pen while muttering to himself, "The stolen items of Kaito DX, including the bell of the childcare robot, seem to have some serious quirks."

The handwriting was scribbled in an extremely flamboyant manner. Doraemon took a few secret glances at it and found that he couldn't understand what was written on the notebook at all.

"Hong... No, no..."

Shaking his head, Doraemon looked at the young man, retorted to correct the title, and asked anxiously: "Mr. Officer, may I ask, is the Phantom Thief DX still in the museum now?"

"Well, according to our intelligence, he is most likely hiding in this museum. He may also be the museum weirdo mentioned by the staff."

"Then you have already found a lot of clues, right? If there are enough clues, you can arrest him openly..."

Doraemon, with stars twinkling in his eyes, reached out to pick at the lemon on his neck.

He had worn this thing enough and wished he could find the bell and replace it immediately.

"For clues like this, you should ask Officer Mastade. He is the person in charge of investigating this case."

"Besides, I'm just a tourist passing by. Why would I work on my day off?"

The young man Hong curled his lips, pushed away the crowd and walked to the middle of the road. His eyes were full of joy as if he had seen a rare treasure, and he greeted the three cute cubs.

"Dad, why are you here? Didn't you say you would wait for us at the door?"

While chatting and laughing, the young man was surrounded by lolis.

The three lolis look no more than ten years old, all wearing simple and neat floral dresses. Although they are young, their hair of different colors is long enough to reach their waists, and they dance lightly with their hair close to their hips.

The big, crystal-clear eyes and the delicate, jade-like face are very cute, but not all of them are human.

In addition to the black-haired loli in the middle, there is also a blue-haired mermaid and a white-haired dog-eared girl next to her whose identity cannot be confirmed.

They are slightly special, but not many.

After all, what strange races are there in the future world? You can even see aliens on the streets!

The prerequisite is that the foreigner enters the country legally.

"Okay~ It's only a few dozen steps from here to the bathroom, you can see it at a glance."

Two fists are no match for six claws, and the daughters were pulling each other back and forth. Even if a god came, he would probably not be able to resist for a while.

But the young man obviously had a plan in place, and the expression on his face remained calm.

A big hand holds a pair of small hands, and the youngest one rides on the neck and acts coquettishly, without having to worry about how long to have an extra hand.

"Dad, Jingjing doesn't want to walk, and I want to be like Fei'er."

The black-haired loli pointed at the arrogant little dog girl, puffed up her cheeks, and looked quite dissatisfied, her white tail almost reaching the sky.

"Okay, okay, whenever daddy gets biased, it will be your turn later."

"And the museum's limited edition Christmas ice cream is about to go on sale, so let's go."

While comforting her, he pulled off the cloth skirt covering her snow-white thighs on both sides of her neck.

"Fei'er, you should also retract your tail. Xiaoyue was almost exposed halfway."

Hong pushed his shoulder and brought the half-exposed butt back to the original track. The girl replied lazily in a tender and sweet voice: "I know, Dad..."

Silently curling her tail back, Fei'er moved her hips and leaned against the man's head.

The furry, pink and white round ears seemed to be asleep, soft and boneless, and fluttering in unison with the eyelashes.

The family left happily and disappeared without a trace in the surprised eyes of Doraemon and the others.

"Smelly boy..."

Mastad clenched his fists in hatred. As an old bachelor detective, he was naturally envious when he knew that his colleagues had all kinds of beautiful wives and concubines.

Just take a rest during the holidays, don’t bring your family to play in front of me, you bastard!

"Shizuka, why don't you go say hello to your future daughter? She looks exactly like you, there's no doubt about it."

Pulling the sweet girl's elbow, Nobi Hiroshi teased her with a slight smile on his face, a surge of longing in his chest.

The future is so bright. He felt extremely calm at the moment. It was a pity that he only saw his daughter and not the upgraded version of the wife cake.

"Saying hello... that's disgusting. It's really embarrassing."

"But she does look like him. She is the daughter that Hong and I will have in the future."

Turning her head to Xueyan, the sweet girl pushed Nobihiro's waist hard, and the sound seemed to be lightly covered by a layer of feathers.

He bit his lower lip, his eyes looking down at the ground, as if he was thinking about something.

My eyes passed over the flat belly area, imagining that when the belly swelled, it would fit the clothes and form an exaggerated curve.

“Will it get that big?”