Inhuman Vest Alliance

"Didn't you say you can't walk around?"

There was anxiety in the tone, but there was no sense of blame.The child supported his knees, waited for his panting to calm down a little, and immediately walked towards the side of the robot cat.

Sheng Yan saw the dust and dead leaves mixed in his slightly curly short hair, and because of the short-sleeved shorts of summer clothes, there were several obvious scratch marks.

"Ah, where are the balloons?" Matsuda Jinhei breathed out when he saw the empty round hand of the robot cat, "Forget it, it's not a big deal, I'll ask the mascot to get one later."

"I'm sorry, because I saw a child who got lost with his family...Qi, the balloon too..." The balloon was given to Xia Youjie.

Katsuhiko Omen got Matsuda Jinpei's stupid eyes.

"A child who got lost with his family, are you talking about yourself?" Matsuda was helpless, with a cute expression on his childish face, "There will be no next time."

He didn't delve into it, just raised his arm and took the round hand of the robot cat.

"Let's go, I'm so hungry." Matsuda patted his stomach and complained like this: "Go and eat something, does Doraemon have a favorite taste, first let's say it shouldn't be too expensive."

"Money was a little out of budget, amusement parks are horrible places."

In the distance covered by green plants is the highest terrain of the amusement park, where the Ferris wheel is located.

Sheng Yan watched the small colorful boxes on the Ferris wheel keep passing by, like the wheel of fate that never stops and moves forward with time.

They sat in the shade of the trees, listening to the chirping of cicadas and crickets, holding peppermint ice cream in their hands...with a very high synchronization rate, they bit down with happy smiles on their faces.

"Delicious!"*2

"In the end, I didn't eat, but bought ice cream...!" Katsuhiko Omeng breathed out a mouthful of frost after reminiscing about the mint flavor, "After all——"

"Speaking of summer, it's really ice cream." Xiao Zhenping naturally continued the words after 'after all', "Well, what happened, why are you looking at me like this?"

Matsuda Jinping found that the robot cat had been staring at him.

The summer wind blows through the jagged edges of the shade, quietly melting the mint color of the ice cream.

Thin green dripped onto Doraemon's round white hand, but Doraemon didn't pay attention... just continued to look at Matsuda Jinpei.

"If you don't consider what the adults around you say, it's just Jinpei himself." Katsuhiko asked, "What kind of person does Jinpei want to be?"

"What kind of person to be... um." Matsuda Jinhei ate the creamy top of the ice cream in two or three mouthfuls, holding the cone and lost in thought.

"Anything is fine, what you want to do, who you want to be...or ideals, goals, etc." Shengyan tried to help him open his mind.

Jiang Yuan Katsuhiko remembered this child.

At that time, in Shinjuku, when bushfires were burning all over the sky...but ordinary people couldn't see anything.

He's part of the processing squad.

What is the job of a police officer?

Hearing the phone call, receiving notices and instructions, and seeing danger--going.

There will never be a shortage of great moments, but there are also moments when false alarms are called, or when you arrive at the scene and find nothing.

Dangerous and laborious, and dying.But that kind of dedication may never be known.

"Sure enough—it's better to be a policeman." The young Matsuda Jinpei made a choice for his life in a flat tone.

"Only the police?" Doraemon tilted his head and asked, "Does Zhenping have any other careers he's interested in?"

"You can't say that." Matsuda Jinhei scratched his curly hair, "Maybe an engineer and a career dealing with machinery are also good. Well, I heard that the IT industry is developing at a high speed recently. Maybe it will be interesting?"

"But! It's better to be the police!" After finishing speaking, he put his arm on the shoulder of the robot cat, and smiled brightly, "Does Doraemon want to ask why? I guessed it."

"Hmm!" Katsuhiko Omeng raised his round hand, "Ask! Why!"

"It's not such a great secret." The young Zhen Ping had an unchanging calmness in his tone... Maybe it was firmness.

"My father was a very good boxer before, but he was misunderstood as a murderer/person/criminal and arrested before the championship...Although it was later confirmed that he was caught by mistake, the missed time cannot come back, and the championship is over. gone."

"He didn't participate." Matsuda Jinpei sighed heavily, "I don't understand what he's thinking. After being decadent for a while, he started drinking again recently."

"Ahh..." Katsuhiko didn't quite know what to say at this time.

comfort?

But Matsuda Jinhei seems to be very open about this, and the child's next words also confirmed Katsuhiko's thoughts.

"Don't comfort me." He said: "I'm not sad, and Dad himself is too. If you can prevent the conflict between the two people that day, or quickly cheer up and prepare for the next game, it will definitely be much better than the current situation. "

only--

"I want to be a policeman, and after I'm promoted, I'll give the director a good beating." The boy had a mischievous smile on his face, "It doesn't seem impossible to replace him after that."

Even though he said that, he didn't look at the Doraemon.

For future useless grandchildren, come to learn how to be good from the best ancestors of the past... But more noble reasons than protecting the people and the country...

"Hmm! Good reason!" Doraemon's energetic voice broke the gradually rigid atmosphere first, making the wind of midsummer flow endlessly.

Katsuhiko Omeng bent his elbows, agitating the muscles that didn't exist, "If it's a tie, we can definitely avoid more accidents like this."

"Go! Down with the current director!"

The doraemon punched the air with its round hands in a boxing pose.

"Ola Ola Ola, the wood is big!"

Matsuda Jinpei stared blankly at the antics of the Doraemon, and for a moment didn’t know whether he should correct the opponent’s completely non-standard boxing gestures first, or advise the Doraemon as a subcontractor not to show such belligerence. molecular statement.

"Do you need a secret item!" Doraemon took out the four-dimensional pocket, "If you rush over now... Let me see, perfume? Bamboo dragonfly?"

"Don't come here!" Matsuda Jinpei vehemently refused, "Don't spray quick perfume here, I mean the future... the future!"

"Not now!" Zhen Ping avoided the perfume spray.

"Is that so..."

Shengyan Omeng sighed and picked up the props all over the floor and put them back into his pocket.

"What's the matter with such a pity tone." Matsuda Zhenping complained with dead fish eyes.

"Don't worry about it." Doraemon put her hands on her hips, confidently.

The singing of cicadas seems to become more noisy during this fight, and looking out of the shade of a tree, one can see the colorful sun that twists and flows in the light.

The young Matsuda Jinhei looks at the inside and outside of the light and shadow depiction, as if he is in another world.

Next to him is the robot cat who slowly lifted up the fast and slow perfume, and then looked at him.

"I don't know how to use it." Lightspeed refused.

Then Katsuhiko threw the perfume into his pocket.

Although there is no lack of reasons for wanting to change the atmosphere, what I say is also sincere.

[If it is flat]

must.can prevent more similar incidents from happening.

Pain is best understood by those who have experienced it.

Or become the most callous and indifferent, or... become more understanding of this pain than anyone else, and try to prevent the same thing from happening again.

Katsuhiko believes Matsuda Jinpei is the latter.

Reckless and unrestrained.

He has his own pace of life and does not stick to rigid rules. The future Matsuda Jinpei is a very personable person.

Ehara Katsuhiko hopes that he can live on forever, from youth to old age, and then to natural retirement after the end of his career.

Temporarily living in Doraemon, the perpetual 16-year-old, recalls a little bit about the past...or the future.

He saw Shinjuku.The unfurling of the Kabukicho banner, the punctured soul gem, the flames of Conghara burning with resentment, and the bursting and roaring of heaven and earth.

That is an event caused by the curse, which cannot be perceived by ordinary people.

Explosions are real, they just cannot be seen or touched.The sound is just the filth of the cursing.

Some people with high spiritual sense called the police, saying they heard an explosion.

So in that summer, police cars drove fast, and medical personnel, fire trucks, and bomb disposal teams rushed to the scene in no time.

These professional personnel began to disperse the crowd very skillfully, and pulled up the cordon after delineating the area.

They went up against the stream of men, like Moses divided the sea, and stood within the cordon.Stand in danger.

— This is the police.

The police are cool and handsome, but also very hard.

but……

"That's all in the future."

Katsuhiko Omen touched the top of Matsuda's curly hair, "And I believe in Jinhei, I will be more firm than anyone else in the matter of 'you will become an excellent person', even if you ask why... because I have already I saw it."

Yuanyuan gently clenched her hands tightly.

It was an extremely excellent death that was not known by the public.

Life is silent, young people are always young.

The boy under the machine coat closed his eyes slightly, his soul exuded a faint luster.

As a guardian robot cat, it is really a pity that I cannot accompany the ward for 18 years.

But there was no way, all he could do was to do everything for the children before the last moment.

--"We go home."

Doraemon's round finger pointed to the sky, "It's already evening."

The tram swayed, and the golden clouds outside the window were like fog, submerged in the red sea-like sunset.

The emotion in Matsuda Jinpei's black eyes was not high, and he felt a little tired. The curly-haired child's head was bit by bit, and he was about to fall asleep almost immediately.

Eight or nine years old is the age when you want to sleep when you are tired from playing. Katsuhiko Omeng secretly opened one eye and leaned back so that the child could sleep on his shoulder more comfortably.

……

"The array is flat, the array is flat..."

Matsuda Jinpei was woken up by the robot cat.

They flew in the sky, looked down, and saw the houses built along the road on both sides of the road.

The setting sun is so close that you can grasp it with your hand, and you can hear the sound of wind and the buzzing of bamboo dragonflies spinning at high speed.

"When did you get off the car?" Matsuda Jinhei rubbed the corners of his eyes, "Did I fall asleep... I have no impression at all."

"I carried you down." Doraemon raised his hand to claim credit, "I'll wake you up after calculating the time, otherwise I won't be able to sleep at night."

"And! By the way... I want to play on the swing!"

The robot cat shyly points to the small park near Jinpei's house, where there are slides, sand piles and swing sets.

"Who are we children?"

Xiao Zhenping lost his voice for a moment, then raised his voice again, "I didn't play that game when I was six years old."

"Hey, but I want to play." Sheng Yan muttered.

"Okay, okay, I really can't do anything about you!" The young Matsuda Jinhei put his hips on the sky, "Who made us family members, well, my grandchildren's cat is also my cat! Grandpa's words are right!"

For such a reason.

I spent a day playing wildly with the Doraemon in the amusement park, and ran around half of the park several times in between looking for the children who lost the Doraemon.

He accompanied Sheng Yan to the small park without any complaints.While yawning, he helped push the swing.

"Okay, let's go home later."