Inhuman Vest Alliance

The time machine's course is clear.

Katsuhiko set off again, returning from the future to the past.

The doraemon who has stepped into time and space does not know that Matsuda Jinpei, who has grown from a curly child to a young man, looks at the place where the doraemon left.

The young man's eyes revealed a mild sense of sadness that should not belong to his character.

——"Matsuda?"

Hagiwara Kenji found Matsuda Jinpei at the end of the line, slowed down and walked beside him, "What are you looking at?"

"No...it's nothing." The young Matsuda put his hands in his pockets and strode forward, "Let's go, after the report is over, go buy Doraemon's blind box."

"Again!?" Yan Er exaggeratedly sighed, "You really have been like a day for ten years."

"You don't want it?" Matsuda understood his young boy, "The one who buys a lot every time is Kenji himself."

"Hey, don't say anything about this..."

The joys and miracles of childhood will be cherished and will not be forgotten over time, but will be washed away and become clearer.

Doraemon blesses the future of the young people and drives the time machine back to 14 years ago.

Summer is not over yet, the night is still there.

Hearing the silence of Zhenping's room from the bedside table, Katsuhiko Omen quietly pushed open a gap in the drawer and looked out.

Sparse starlight fell on the desk, and the small curly hair in front of the flat ears swayed with the ups and downs of breathing.

Shengyan Omeng stepped out of the drawer lightly, but when he thought he was safe and relieved, his foot slipped.

The bedside table was kicked out with a dull sound.

"What's going on?" Matsuda Jinping woke up, his eyes were a little bit open and he was looking at the place where the sound came from.

"I didn't turn on the light, so I couldn't see clearly." Katsuhiko calmly closed the drawer that was the entry point of the time machine, "I accidentally kicked the cabinet...it's okay..."

"Hmm..." The sleepy-eyed child was blunt, or because the Doraemon's attitude was too natural, he didn't notice anything.Then I wanted to fall back and go back to sleep.

"Really, since you woke up, go back to bed and sleep." Katsuhiko sighed, picked up the thin blanket that fell from Zhenping's shoulders, and pushed him back to bed.

After such a tossing, Matsuda Jinpei regained his spirits a little bit, turned around and lay on his side, looking at the doraemon.

"Doraemon will always be with me." The child's warm hand was on the doraemon's red nose, "I will always be with you...good night..."

Yuanyuan touched the top of Zhenping's hair.

"Good night, Zhenping."

The next day, Katsuhiko was woken up by Matsuda Jinpei.

——"It's too late, it's too late!"

The curly-haired child was in a hurry, "My eraser, my pencil... the book! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

He quickly rummaged through the room, looking for a pencil sharpener.

"What, what's wrong." Shengyan Omeng looked at him in shock.

"The exam starts today, the pencil sharpener... ah, I found it!" Matsuda Jinhei found his pencil sharpener from under the bed, and began to sharpen the pencil with half of his gray face on his face, "I overslept a bit, but it shouldn't Question, it's still too late."

"Okay!" Within a few minutes, Matsuda Jinhei had tidied up the messy house and restored it to its original state, "Doraemon remembers to look after the house, and I'll be back in the afternoon."

"I am leaving!"

"Wait, let's have breakfast!" Doraemon stretched out his round hand towards the back of the other party.

"It's too late!" Xiao Zhenping put on his school uniform and rushed out of the bedroom.

--"then!"

The bread crossed a parabola in the air, and Matsuda Jinpei subconsciously turned around and raised his hand to grab the thrown bread.

"It's breakfast!" The child raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a cheerful and bright smile, "Thank you, Doraemon!"

He tore open the wrapping bag and picked up the slice of toast in the bag.

dong dong dong, dong dong dong.

Shengyan Omeng followed him downstairs, and the house was very quiet.

Dad is still sleeping, and mother has not come back after going to Qingmei's house.

Matsuda Jinpei bit the bread and ran to the entrance like in the animation, and said in a vague voice while stepping on his shoes.

"I want... the door!"

He held the nearly half-eaten bread in his hand, and when he was about to turn the doorknob when he went out, he asked in a strange way——

"What kind of bread is this?"

"Memory Bread."

The robot cat spoke very lightly, and Matsuda Jinhei coughed violently.

"What..." The child stopped smiling, and his face was full of remorse, "Doesn't this mean that I directly ate the chance of full marks!"

[Memory Bread]

Also known as exam memory toast... As the name suggests, as long as you print the content that needs to be memorized on the bread and eat it, you can remember what you ate.

"But Zhenping doesn't need the additional functions of bread, right?" Doraemon put his hips on his hips, "I remember, you know how to do your homework during the holidays, but you're just too lazy to write it."

"That's right." Matsuda Jinpei's emotions faded quickly, and he quickly relieved, "And after you really use the function of the bread, you might feel unwilling instead."

"That! I'm going to school!" With a 'click', Zhenping pushed open the door.

Finally, he turned his head and waved to the doraemon, and ran away with great pride.

Katsuhiko Omen kept waving at the child's back until his back was no longer in sight.

On the fourth day, you have to take the entrance exam.

I gave the 'memory bread' to you who have no time to eat...you go to school, I go to the future.

The eyes of the doraemon keep remembering everything as a video lens, and Katsuhiko slowly closes the door of Matsuda's house.

He passed by Matsuda's father's bedroom who was still sleeping, and there was a loud snoring sound through the wall.

The robot cat went back upstairs lightly. He opened the drawer of the bedside table and set sail between the future and the past again.

The child loved by the guardian doraemon is on his way to school. Today is an important start-of-school exam, but he looks relaxed and sure about the result of the exam.

The robot cat went to the future with him, and will see them again when they grow up.

[Time, 17 years later]

This year, Zhu Fu Jingguang was 26 years old.

It is winter now, and December is the time when the wind is cold and cold.There are police officers who are undercover and are about to die in the dark.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's identity in the black organization was exposed, he lowered his eyes slightly, and there was a mobile phone in his chest pocket.

The memory card in that mobile phone is the information and contact information of his family and friends.

He heard someone's voice.

This is already a dead end, and it will not be exposed sooner or later.

what to do.

The young man looked at his breast pocket again, but this time his eyes were stained with the will to die.

Approaching footsteps, gradually clear silhouettes, unrevealable information——

At this moment, the dark cloth fell from the sky.

"Shh."

Yuanyuan covered the young man's mouth with his hands, and the well-known cartoon doraemon image appeared in Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes, and he was stunned for a moment.

Obviously, now is not a good time to ask a question.The young man with hooked phoenix eyes nodded slightly, cooperating not to make any sound.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Doraemon smiled: "I won't give up on you, so you can't give up on yourself...someone will be sad."

The invisibility cloak covers the two people's heads, now is the time when no one can see them, from this moment...they will be transparent and free, fully owning themselves.

——The footsteps stopped.

It was Whiskey Rye, and he looked around.

"It's strange... isn't it here?" The young man with dark green pupils squinted his eyes, "Although I'm curious about how he escaped, let's leave this matter to the intelligence system to worry about."

FBI Investigator Akai Shuichi, undercover of the Black Organization, code-named 'Rye Whiskey'.

He had no intention of killing 'Scotch', but instead wanted the unmasked policeman to escape safely.

Now that the purpose has been achieved, it is not important whether the process is carried out because of him.

He turned around and walked swiftly, just passing by 'Bourbon' rushing up to the top floor.

Codenamed 'Bourbon', Jiang Gu Ling was also an undercover agent assigned by the police to the black organization... His fingers were pressed against the cell phone in his pocket, with a natural expression on his face.

Invisibility Cloak, Bamboo Dragonfly.

Zhu Fu Jingguang flew in the sky in a trance, and the animations in his childhood were gradually unsealed in his memory. The young man who didn't believe in animations when he grew up was saved by his childhood love.

Fly high in the sky transparently and freely.

The first thing you can see is the tall and short roofs, and the painting of Doraemon's light water blue.

"Then...it should be almost here!"

Shengyan Omeng put away Zhu Fu Jingguang's invisibility cloak and bamboo dragonfly, and tapped his cloak so that the other party could see him.

"You should know the way, right?" Doraemon stood on tiptoe worriedly, and patted the young man's arm.

"Ah, um." Zhu Fu Jingguang responded subconsciously, actually still in a daze.

"The rest of the road, you have to go on your own." The last laughing recall, the future high-tech robot cat said with a chuckle...

"Goodbye."

The young man regained his senses and looked sideways—the robot cat had disappeared.

Everything is like a dream.

In his dream, he was saved by his childhood fantasy.

The identity of 'Scotch Whiskey' has been exposed in the black organization, and Zhu Fu Jingguang soon got a reply from the police station.

"Hmm... yes..." Zhu Fu Jingguang was in contact with You Shunran.

The two people who used to be undercover for the black organization now have only one person who continues to hide their names in the organization.

"One minute, hang up the phone." He said.

But neither of the two people hung up the phone in a tacit understanding, they just let the handset go silent, and then turned off the communication at the same time after a few seconds.

This is a silent blessing.I hope we can all survive until both parties are no longer undercover agents and walk under the sun openly.

The newborn youth stood under the winter sun, white snow drifted across his cheeks, and the white air he exhaled was like mist.

Behind him is the local police/department that will soon belong to him after he is transferred.Zhu Fu Jingguang squatted on the steps outside the police station and opened the social software on his phone.

……

[Jing Guang]: The above is the situation at that time.

[Jing Guang]: Somebody woke me up, "Doraemon" is actually a realistic cartoon.

[Matsuda]: Give you a punch.jpg

[Matsuda]: Are you sober... Tsk.Anyway, don't worry, I know that guy, he's not a bad guy.

the other side……

Matsuda Jinpei turned off the phone screen in his youth.

"Really... At that time, have you been doing this all the time? I was really dull when I was a child." He put on his sunglasses, "This time it was Jingguang, and Hagiwara was probably in the same situation. It's like It was like saving me.”

Zhu Fu Jingguang, Matsuda Jinping, Hagiwara Kenji.

——They are all alive, and they are all going to the future.

Going back to that day 17 years ago, Katsuhiko Omeng crawled out of the bedside table and heard the sound of the door opening downstairs.

Xiao Zhenping went through a whole day of school tests.

As soon as he entered the entrance, he was greeted and welcomed by the robot cat.

--"you are back!"

Eat, do homework.

Eat snacks and watch TV together.

Brush your teeth and sleep...

[Good night]

Tomorrow will be another day.

The author has something to say: Katsuhiko Omen: See you tomorrow!

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