["Hahahaha! Let me tell you a joke, Nobita can't sleep!" Xiaofu held his belly, pointed at Nobita and laughed.
Doraemon couldn't help but smile and said: "Yeah, I didn't pay much attention at the time, but I never thought that Nobita you would also have trouble falling asleep!"
"What! Isn't this normal!" Nobita said unconvinced: "Everyone has something to worry about and can't sleep!"
Fat Tiger pressed Nobita's head: "It's not surprising that other people would be like this, but you are different! You are a guy who can fall asleep in less than a second. Insomnia is like a smelly sewer or the kingdom of Genting.
It has nothing to do with you!"
The husband on the side said in a funny way: "Look, we can guess what an adventure will be about in the future! That is King Sleep! I have already thought about the plot. In an adventure, I need to compete with others to see who can sleep faster.
Shen again, everyone failed, it was Nobita who saved us! Because his speed of falling asleep is the fastest in the universe!"
Doraemon looked at the husband helplessly: "Although I am also looking forward to this part of the story you told, it is unreasonable to think about such a story, right? After all, you are in danger, and you can't solve the problem while sleeping.
Ah! Wait, there seems to be a prop to help people sleepwalk? I’ll go back and look for it in the discount area of Future Department Store!”]
As soon as Doraemon closed the closet door and prepared to go back to sleep, he was suddenly gripped by a sharp pain and opened the closet door and fell down.
"What's wrong, Doraemon!" Seeing that his friend suddenly had a stomachache, Nobita didn't even think about magic in his mind, and looked at Doraemon with concern.
But it was very difficult for Doraemon to keep a clear mind, let alone answer Nobita's questions.
"You can only play for a while!" Watching Nobita enter the phone booth, Doraemon reminded: "After you have played with magic enough, you have to return to the original state!"
Doraemon also knew what they wanted to do, so he quickly got up and wanted to leave, but he had already been caught.
Jack replied: "Since Doraemon and Dorami are brother and sister, and they have very similar appearances, it can be inferred that they are actually different models of child care robots from the same series. In other words, Doraemon may
It was supposed to have ears...the color is not sure if blue is the original color."
Ace lamented: "Because I am afraid of doctors, I seldom have physical examinations and maintenance. Because I rarely have physical examinations and maintenance, I am actually not sure whether I have some problems. If there are any problems, I may need to return to the future and leave Nobita."
, this is unacceptable to Doraemon, so he refuses to take care of himself even more..."
The first generation nodded: "In the final analysis, there is still too little information! But it should be no problem that moonlight can affect stone statues. Now it seems that there are other factors... Wait, could it be because of the past and the future? For example...
According to speculation, the stone statues are Nobita and Doraemon who were turned into stone by magic in the future. Is that possible? Even during the time travel, Doraemon's stomach hurts, but since he can control
Judging from the accurate location of the target by the time machine, the pain decreased until he reached the future and the pain completely disappeared!"
While waiting for Doraemon to come back, Nobita did not sleep peacefully, but continued to fantasize: "What if...wait, what if?"
After flipping through his fourth-dimensional pocket, Doraemon said strangely: "There is nothing strange about the stone statues that I put in before... Could it be because I ate thirty Dorayaki today?!"
Jack was stunned: "It's really... If you put it this way, in fact, in a time-locked world like Nobita... except for those who were killed, those who died accidentally, and those who died of illness... in fact, everyone has obtained immortality in disguise..."]
Every pore of the boy's body was exerting force, and together with Dorami, he tried hard to push Doraemon into an open device: "Hurry up and get in! Get in!"
Doraemon said guiltily: "No...no problem, I just ate too much..."
"Speaking of which..." Seven thought of something: "The time in Doraemon's world...especially in Nobita's era...is locked...In fact, if this is the case, Doraemon doesn't have to worry about growing up at all.
If you don't take care of yourself over time, your body will have problems... After all, time always evolves in a spiral during that period. If that happens, it might be a 'finale' or a 'special episode'
?”
The boy who looked like Nobita also asked in surprise: "Doraemon, what's wrong with you...?"
Fortunately, Doraemon was not in so much pain at this time, and the pain relief allowed him to control the time machine and fly towards his destination in the 22nd century.
"Brother?!" Dorami said in surprise.
However, this did not affect Nobita's excitement. He quickly got up and turned on the light, waiting for Doraemon to come back.
Rick nodded: "It's really not difficult, but that doesn't mean I'm not curious... Morty, do you want to come with me? I'm confident enough in my scientific research abilities. I'm confident enough about those magical props.
You can also make it yourself, but what I am very concerned about is that this is a very developed civilization. Are there a large number of people in the 22nd century who can design and make these props?"
Nobita happily folded up the bedding on the floor, leaving a space in the middle of the room for Doraemon to put his props.
Doraemon was also stunned: "Yes! There is another way!"
"I don't want it! I don't want it!" Facts have proved that Doraemon's emotional system is so realistic that it even produces the same emotions as humans. Under extremely short emotions, it will burst out with extraordinary power, making Doraemon
Mei and the boy together couldn't push him into the instrument related to robot maintenance.
["Stomachache... Logically speaking, it's caused by the stone statue, right?" Saiwen held his chin and thought: "In this case, the moonlight can make the stone statue come to life, it seems not very perfect?"
"Brother, you are like this because you don't like regular maintenance!" Doraemon pulled Doraemon and shouted.
The first generation nodded: "With the technology of the 22nd century, a mere ear loss can be easily repaired, but Doraemon has always maintained it like this, which shows that he is concerned about his body, just like Doraemon.
I would never go out of my way to repair and maintain it unless it is absolutely necessary. I think this psychological problem is not just because of the fear of doctors, after all, that equipment is not a doctor, but also because... Doraemon is probably very afraid of leaving Nobita!"
Although the stomach pain is gone now, the fact that Doraemon was forced to travel from the past to the 22nd century with a painful look on his face is not something that can be easily ignored. Doraemon and the boy looked at each other and quickly
Pounced towards Doraemon.
Nobita showed a confident look: "Don't worry! I know!"
After saying that, Doraemon climbed into the drawer containing the time machine.
Without the interference of a stomachache, it didn't take long for Doraemon to find the props he needed. After digging around in his fourth-dimensional pocket, he took out the largest prop so far: "What a phone booth!"
Morty asked curiously: "But this kind of technology is not difficult for you, right?"
"Are you okay?!" Nobita asked worriedly.
Nobita let go of Doraemon's face and said expectantly: "Hurry up, it only takes a moment! Just finish the phone call! Then you can turn the world into a world where magic can be used!"
"Ah, I understand. What you said reminds me of when I was on Earth," Seven said: "Doraemon is really like a kitten. He was afraid of going to the hospital because he was tricked by quack doctors.
And carry out related activities...but it shouldn’t be serious enough that I wouldn’t even dare to enter that device.”
Doraemon twisted his face: "No...it's okay...I'll be back later..."
"Use [what if a phone booth]!" Nobita's eyes were full of light: "Just make a phone call, and the fantasy world will become a prop in the real world!"
"I'm very curious. I want to go to the 22nd century over there to see if I can find many people with similar talents to me, and see if they can help me..." Rick shook his head before he finished.
: "The most important thing is, maybe you can see if Doraemon wants to poop."]
"It would be great if I could do magic..." Nobita looked at Doraemon's pillow that fell out of the closet. After trying hard, he still couldn't make it float simply by relying on his thoughts.
"Oh? How do you say that?" Chudai asked at the right moment.
Doraemon, who suddenly exerted his strength and unleashed his physical potential, broke free from the restraints. Before the two of them could get up from the ground, he quickly ran into the space-time wormhole, got on the Time Chicken and rushed to the 20th century.
The expression on his face twisted and changed, Doraemon crossed his legs: "I, I, I, I will go to the 22nd century first..."
But Doraemon was suddenly stunned: "Eh? My stomach... suddenly doesn't hurt anymore?"
"You mean something like a forbidden magic barrier?" Ace, a mage, asked: "That's true. After all, no matter what happened in the past, the technology of the 22nd century is unquestionably powerful and dominant. There is
The technology of sealing magic is very normal, and if nothing else, the time points are different, and the effect of magic is definitely reduced! But it is a pity, no matter what the possibility is, Doraemon's stomach pain is gone
, which all means that the two stone statues still remain in the state of stone statues, instead of running out to warn of danger!"
["I thought that having a realistic eating mechanism was already very powerful, but I didn't expect that the digestive system was also built!" Rick stared at Doraemon with some surprise: "Interesting, very interesting
Design...can Doraemon poop?"
Doraemon looked at Nobita who was pinching his face in confusion: "What can I do?"
After murmuring "what if" several times, Nobita happily wanted the carp to stand up, but failed.
"Stomach..." The pain returned to its previous peak level again, and Doraemon said feebly: "My stomach..."
Not long after, Doraemon got out of the drawer in a panic. Nobita quickly stepped forward and asked: "Doraemon, is your stomach okay?"
In a room full of science fiction, a space-time cavity suddenly appeared. Doraemon fell freely from inside and fell to the ground with a bang.
The huge movement scared Dorami, who had appeared in the main body count, and a child who looked very similar to Nobita, and jumped up.
Jack said: "But in addition to these things related to the development of the plot, I also noticed one thing, and that is the difference between Doraemon and Dorami, and Doraemon's resistance to maintenance."
"So that's it," Nobita looked at Doraemon who didn't dare to admit that he hadn't even done a checkup. Nobita didn't doubt the guilt in Doraemon's expression and said happily: "That's right! Now I remember it again.
!I remembered the good idea I just told you!"
Doraemon also said expectantly: "It seems like it will be fun! It's always at times like this, Nobita, your mind will become particularly bright!"
Somewhat nervously, he took the microphone of the old phone booth and Nobita said to the phone hopefully: "What if..."
Nobita didn't know that from a higher level of perspective, he and Doraemon looked like stone statues of extremely frightened people.
"The world of magic..." Nobita said his wish concisely and concisely: "If it comes true!"
If the two pointers on the phone booth, which represent whether the wish is fulfilled or not, miss each other, the blue logo turns red.