Doraemon: Start by taking care of Nobita Tamako

"Hey, big idiot, come and chase me!"

Picking up a stone on the ground and smashing it, Nobi Hiroshi slid under the robot's crotch, rolled over and stood up.

"Hey, what is Hong doing? Wasn't he going to press the switch from the back? Why did he suddenly come to the front?"

"That's right, it's too dangerous."

Nobita and Doraemon were stunned when they saw Hiro Nobi trying to commit suicide.

Shizuka at the back was equally confused, her heart pounding nervously, while Jin Jia was secretly cursing what the idiot was doing behind her back.

"Destroy the invaders, destroy the invaders!"

The robot chased all the way and was soon led by Nobi Hiroshi to the big hole in the ceiling.

"boom!"

At this moment, a bullet pierced his chest, his thin body fell to the ground, and his eyes became dim.

"Macro!!!"

Doraemon and others in the back saw this and burst into tears, shouting in grief.

Shizuka collapsed directly to the ground, and the gun slipped from her hand and bounced straight to Jin Jia who was standing still beside her.

The blonde girl's eyes were blurred with tears.

Although their relationship was not that good, he was one of the few people who knew each other, and he saved his life when the robots attacked for the first time.

She more or less developed a special feeling, especially for the innocent girl who had not seen much of the world.

This stuff is special.

It cannot be explained and cannot be touched.

Maybe there is no reason at all, or maybe he is amazed by the other person's extraordinary courage.

As everyone was in grief, the gap in the ceiling suddenly changed.

A figure rushed towards the switch at the rear of the robot at lightning speed and stepped hard on it.

"God damn it, you piece of iron!"

Nobi Hiroshi stepped on the bull's eye and kicked hard to fly away.

Then he rolled in the air and landed calmly, with a thin layer of dust splashing on the soles of his shoes.

"Hong, you're still alive!"

Completely ignoring the fallen robot, the people in the sewer climbed out and surrounded Nobi Hiroshi to interrogate him.

Shizuka came over and touched me, muttering "that's great" over and over again.

Feeling the other person's real touch, the girl finally let go of her worries.

"You little brat, you actually made me so sad, how on earth did you do it?"

Fat Tiger pretended to be fierce and hugged Uenohiro's neck, and it was unclear whether he was crying or laughing.

Curious baby Shizuka listened attentively.

"Cough cough..."

"The answer is actually very simple. I just found a scapegoat to draw the fire."

"Hey, Kurt, I got rid of the robot, thanks to your replica robot!"

Nobi Hiroshi walked to the experimental table and raised his hand to give a thumbs up.

Kurt looked at Hiro Nobi who was laughing below and kept silent, pretending not to hear anything.

He felt a little ashamed. After all, he was the one who used the rubber robot to deceive people.

"Hey, wait, now doesn't seem like the time to celebrate."

"There is still a big problem that has not been solved."

Xiaofu pointed at the artificial sun that was so close to him, and the joy he just felt was once again washed away by boundless fear.

"Yeah, that's the big trouble."

Hiro Nobi wiped the sweat from his forehead and ran up to the console in two steps.

"Kurt, the system hasn't been adjusted yet? We're all about to melt!"

"I'm afraid not so fast. The procedure is really too complicated."

"It's all my grandfather's fault for designing such a complicated program."

Kurt grumbled as he quickly typed on the virtual keyboard.

His clothes were completely soaked with sweat, beads of sweat kept dripping from his cheeks, and his whole body was completely red and hot.

If he hadn't still had a shred of rationality left in him, he would have started smashing things.

"What kind of crappy program is this? If it can't be modified, can't it be destroyed?"

"Wait, destroy?"

Nobi Hiroshi glanced at the Bepra Metal Converter next to him, and suddenly a bold idea to turn the situation around came to his mind.

Jin Jia explained to me all the functions of this machine.

If all the metal could be turned back, wouldn't the crisis be solved immediately?

Chapter 181 Going Home

"Hey Hey hey!!!"

"Little devil, what do you want to do to my great machine!"

Holding a fire axe, Hiro Nobi stood in front of the metal converter, ready to go.

"Need I ask? Of course, we should destroy the culprit?"

He turned his head and said lightly.

"What? Absolutely not!"

Upon hearing this, Bepra panicked and quickly opened his arms to block the axe, determined not to let the results of more than ten years of work go to waste.

"Hmm, what a great machine."

"All these bad consequences now are caused by you, Grandpa!"

"But I...I..."

The angry Jin Jia retorted angrily, and every word she said left Bepra speechless and she couldn't find a suitable reason to refute her granddaughter.

"It's nothing to worry about. Now go to the side and lead the way, and stop making trouble."

Using both palms to push the snail chair away, Jin Jia cleared the only obstacle on the scene.

She stood behind Nobi Hiroshi and watched, wondering if his plan would succeed.

But now that things have come to this, I have to take the gamble. Anyway, there won’t be any worse outcome.

"Well, I'll start then."

Nobi Hiro raised the axe high and smashed it down hard.

The vibration caused by the collision was transmitted along the arm to the shoulder, and the outer shell made a harsh sound under the violent impact, and sparks flew.

Soon, the entire machine was destroyed beyond recognition. Bepra saw it and cried like a child, the old man sending the young away.

"There's black smoke, everyone scatter!"

After swinging the last axe, the axe head was still stuck in the parts. Hiro Nobi realized something was wrong and quickly asked everyone to get out of the way.

“Swoosh!”

Debris flew everywhere, the metal converter exploded, electronic components flew everywhere, and black smoke announced the destruction.

"Everyone, is everything okay?"

Doraemon shook off the debris behind him and quickly stood up to investigate the situation.

Fortunately, Hiroshi Nobi reminded them in time and no casualties were caused.

The blue fat man breathed a sigh of relief, then nervously opened the treasure bag to check.

"We succeeded, all the secret props are back!"

His face lit up with joy, it was time for the shrinking lamp and the restoring lamp to take action.

Doraemon pointed one hand at the artificial sun and swept the other hand across the walls and ceiling of the museum, returning the "unfinished room" to its original state.

"Wow, the sun is so cute and small."

"Doraemon, it should be safe for now."

Without the test of life and death, Shizuka and Jinjia regained their innocent and curious nature and gathered around the little red dot to discuss it.

"Really, they have such a good attitude."

"Don't change back into this tattered dress."

After taking off the Sherlock Holmes suit, Hiro Nobi threw it aside in disgust.

Sweat trickled down his cheeks, but on his face was a smile of satisfaction and relief.

"Jin Jia, Jin Jia..."

"What are you still doing there? Come with me now!"

In the emergency exit, the clever Bepra had already prepared a plan to escape.

He stuck his head out, looked around, and waved at his granddaughter stealthily.

"Okay, okay..."

Jin Jia clenched a fist and placed it on his chest, then moved away without leaving a trace.

She looked back at Nobi Hiro who was surrounded by Fat Tiger and the others. Even though it was nothing, she still wanted to say a few words of farewell.

But now it seems there is no chance.

"Go quickly, go quickly!"

"It looks like the crisis has been resolved. The police outside will definitely come looking for us."

Like a mouse in the dark, Bepra urged his granddaughter, trying to fish in troubled waters and resist capture.

But the sudden bright light in the darkness made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

"Dr. Bepura, where are you going? We have already controlled all the entrances and exits to the entire museum."

"Please come with us."

The sound of silver handcuffs resounded in the air, and they were snapped onto the old man's wrists.

Bepra's face turned pale and her heart sank to the bottom of the sea.

The police officer was very humane. He did not confiscate the snail chair and was considerate enough to push it hard from the back.

"Jin Jia, take good care of yourself in the future!"

Turning back and shouting instructions to his granddaughter who was stopped by two police officers, the criminal scientist finally got into the police car in a decent manner.

Punished for multiple crimes, they might never see each other again in this life, and both of them burst into tears.

"Everyone, thank you so much today. Without you, not only the museum, but even the earth would be in danger of being destroyed."

"I'll give this to you. It's a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it."

The matter was settled. After the curator had finished accepting interviews from a chorus of unscrupulous reporters, he returned to his quiet office and bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Director. I'll take it."

Nobi Hiroshi took the ordinary blue card with both hands, smiled politely, and put it in his pocket without paying much attention.

It seems that the curator is a down-to-earth person, and this kind of thing does not discriminate by age.

"Hahaha, you're welcome. This is what we should do."

"In the future, the six of you should come here often when you are free. The museum entertains all distinguished guests for free."