The sun rose, and everything was renewed.
Nobi Hiroshi slept soundly all night and woke up early. A bed without a beautiful girl lacked soul and wasn't worth him lingering in.
"Woo wah woo wah woo wah~~~"
"Pfft—"
As usual, he went downstairs to wash up, took care of his personal hygiene, put away his toothbrush and towel, and then turned to walk towards the kitchen where the range hood was rumbling.
In front of the stove, Nobi Tamako was concentrating on preparing breakfast.
She skillfully cracked three or four eggs into a frying pan, frying them slowly over low heat. As a fragrant aroma wafted, she simultaneously stirred the miso pot next to it with a ladle.
She sprinkled in a handful of dried anchovies, poured in an appropriate amount of warm water, then covered the pot to simmer.
Her busy silhouette was full of vitality, exuding a charming and mature aura.
Nobi Hiroshi felt a mischievous urge. He stealthily hugged her soft waist from behind and gently squeezed her ample flesh.
"Oh my~"
Yuzi's delicate body trembled in surprise. In her hesitation, she took two steps back, directly crushing Zheng Tai, and wiggled her bottom onto the "peacetime firearm."
A pot of ingredients was almost ruined. Yuzi turned back and said angrily, "Xiao Hong, what are you doing? You startled Auntie."
"I… I didn't mean to~"
Nobi Hiroshi stretched his neck and kissed Yuzi's cheek, a brief touch, then nuzzled her two soft "heart's desires" like a young calf.
Immediately, the wife didn't know how to scold him. She stood up, pushed his little head away, and just smiled.
She hastily glanced outside the kitchen, finding no sign of Nobita or Doraemon, and then finally relaxed.
"Stop messing around. Wait at the dining table for a bit. Breakfast will be ready soon."
Yuzi reached out and pinched Nobi Hiroshi's little face, saying dotingly.
"Mm~"
Nobi Hiroshi nodded, obediently crouching at the dining table to wait, his small feet swinging back and forth, very self-aware.
If he continued for a while longer, something embarrassing would definitely happen to everyone. In front of the child, Amaterasu?
Not that far, not that far.
A quarter of an hour later, Yuzi had prepared four identical breakfasts and brought them to the table. Nobi Nobita and Doraemon arrived just in time and sat down in order.
After genuinely thanking for the hard-earned food, everyone ate and chatted.
Just as Doraemon finished his miso soup and wiped his mouth with a tissue, he suddenly noticed his neck was bare.
Subconsciously touching for the bell, his entire being instantly leaped up from his seat in excitement.
"My bell, my bell is gone!"
Doraemon cupped his face, screaming in horror, every frame of his expression a meme.
"Doraemon, don't be so anxious. Maybe the bell just fell in the closet. Go back and check quickly."
Nobi Hiroshi put down his chopsticks and repeatedly tried to calm Doraemon down.
Even Yuzi next door was stunned. Doraemon's distraught appearance was truly rare.
"That's right, the closet! The closet!"
"The bell must have fallen in the closet!"
Doraemon turned around frantically, like a drowning person grasping at a last straw.
He scrambled and stumbled upstairs to search. Nobi Hiroshi and Nobita followed closely behind. After a long while of searching, they still hadn't seen any trace of the bell.
"How could this happen!"
"Did someone steal my bell? But that's impossible!"
Doraemon clasped his hands to his forehead, shaking his head and racking his brain. That bell had no value to anyone else, so it shouldn't have been stolen.
"No, Doraemon…"
"Your bell might really have been stolen by someone, and a chuunibyou at that."
Picking up a card that had fallen by the wall, the sharp-eyed and meticulous Nobi Hiroshi noticed the notice that Nobita had casually discarded last night.
He turned and handed it to Doraemon. The card had the English letters DX printed on it, and the letter stated the location and time to take the bell.
Although it was a notice, Nobi Hiroshi felt that this act was no different from a robbery, right?
Unexpectedly, there was such an arrogant person in the world!
He cursed their actions to fail and for them to rot in jail.
"Someone really stole the bell!"
"But, why does this card look so familiar? I think I've seen it somewhere…"
Nobi Nobita paused, clearly surprised, as he recognized the notice, then pouted in thought.
He had dreamed of this card last night, but he was too sleepy to pay attention.
"DX!"
"So this is the guy who stole my bell! I must get my bell back!"
Angry snorts erupted from his red, round nose. Doraemon was like an enraged bull, scratching the tatami forcefully with his four paws, or rather, a wild cat about to go berserk.
Taking out his search staff, Doraemon huffily said, "Quick, where is the thief DX who stole my bell!!!"
Beep beep beep, the search staff flashed a few times rapidly. It didn't point in a certain direction as expected, but just kept drawing circles, making Doraemon almost die of anxiety.
"Damn it, it's useless."
"In that case, I'll just have to use other methods to find him!"
An exasperated Doraemon took out his Sherlock Holmes outfit. Even an idiot could transform into a master detective by wearing this outfit, truly a divine artifact.
"Doraemon, let me try it."
Looking at the Sherlock Holmes outfit, Nobi Hiroshi said with great interest.
A pink plaid suit—which little boy wouldn't feel a stir inside?
"There's a clue magnifying glass in the clothes pocket, Xiao Hong. Hurry and try it to see if you can find any clues about the thief DX."
Doraemon pointed to Hiroshi's pocket and said.
Zheng Tai, dressed in the flamboyant pink detective suit, had a charm far beyond his usual. The probability of being caught by strange older sisters for filming a story skyrocketed, and sales would definitely explode.
"Okay, I'll try."
Nobi Hiroshi heard this, pulled out the clue magnifying glass, and looked down at the lens, curiously examining it.
The scene in the magnifying glass shifted, and a giant structure floating high in the sky gradually emerged from the mist-covered area.
Like a hanging garden, various plants were cultivated on the floating island, and magnificent houses rose like palaces.
At the four cardinal points, propellers extended and rotated gracefully.
"Where is this place, Doraemon? Do you know?"
Nobi Hiroshi asked, pointing at the lens.
"This is… the Secret Gadget Museum from the 22nd century!!!"
Doraemon's eyes flashed with surprise, and his mouth fell open slightly. He hadn't expected his bell to be taken to such a place.
He couldn't understand the reason, no matter how hard he thought.
"What is the Secret Gadget Museum for?"
Nobi Hiroshi and Nobita asked in unison.
"Uh, don't I have many secret gadgets in my pocket?"
"And all these gadgets, from early models to the latest ones, are collected in this super amazing Museum. It's a Museum to commemorate the history of secret gadget development."
Bending down, Doraemon hooked his foot and kicked his face, acting no different from a wild cat scratching fleas outside.
His voice grew more frantic, as if he had some strange illness, giving off a very ominous feeling.