The first-generation anywhere door puffed and hissed steam, and amidst the small talk, the gate to the exhibition hall slowly opened, revealing a mysterious white light that made it impossible for people to open their eyes.
Everyone followed behind Kurt.
Stepping into the first exhibition room, what greeted them was a dazzling array of secret gadgets…
Fall Expert, Robot Orchestra, Genie of the Lamp—Nobi Hiroshi excitedly looked around. The all-encompassing gadgets were a bit overwhelming, and most of them were unfamiliar to him.
"This is the Robot Hall! All the gadgets here are related to robot secrets!"
Kurt turned to introduce them to the group. Above, the shadow of a giant robot passed overhead, and Fat Tiger looked up, exclaiming how amazing it was.
Who doesn't want to pilot a Gundam? Nobi Hiroshi's attention was also drawn to it.
Walking forward in a daze, he suddenly bumped into something.
"Sorry, I accidentally bumped into you."
Thinking he had accidentally touched another tourist, he apologized while getting up, when a slender, green onion-like palm firmly grasped his hand.
"It's okay, my body is very sturdy. You didn't get hurt, did you?"
Sweet as honey, with a soft, gentle voice, Nobi Hiroshi listened to the slightly mechanical sound and lifted his head, seeing a green, blunt fringe.
An automated robot girlfriend from the future world, not made of silicone. The softness of her palm was almost like a real person's, just lacking a bit of warmth.
"No…"
Nobi Hiroshi glanced at her twice before slowly letting go. She smiled sweetly and then left.
Nobi Nobita's call followed immediately. He excitedly shouted, "Hiroshi, come quickly! There's something fun here!"
"It's a special zone where you can use a replication robot to copy yourself and play together!"
Seeing Shizuka and her replication robot having a great time, Nobi Hiroshi stepped forward and poked it curiously. His assessment was that the texture wasn't as good as silicone.
It was all show and no substance. He was no longer that silicone boy; this kind of gadget developed wasn't practical.
Turning around, just as he was about to replicate himself to play, a crisp bell sound suddenly rang in his ears. Doraemon immediately lost his composure and plunged into the nearby spatial passage.
"Slow down! Wait for me, your guide! I haven't finished introducing everything yet!"
Seeing all his guests run off, Kurt quickly followed suit.
Following the sound of the bell, they arrived at a sweet potato field. Doraemon ran forward with anticipation, but the result was not as he had hoped.
"Everyone, come play here! It's a very interesting fishing game!"
"Don't run around, you unruly brats, honestly… "
The stall robot swung a bell in its hand, making a sound to attract customers. Doraemon lowered his head, looking disappointed.
It was just another bell…
"Hey, customer! Do you want to fish? There are soft-shelled turtles in the indoor fishing pond!"
"If you can catch one, it will definitely bless you with good luck in the days to come!"
The stall robot called out to Doraemon's dejected back, hitting him right where he was vulnerable.
"Good luck…"
Doraemon muttered to himself, standing still.
His expression changed slightly, and he immediately ran back.
"What's wrong, Doraemon? You ran so fast, we thought something urgent happened! Turns out you were just playing fishing here."
Nobi Nobita looked speechless. He took the fishing rod handed to him by the vendor and stood by the pond, fishing for iron turtles with the others.
"Great! Finally, customers! And so many at once!"
Seizing the business opportunity, the stall robot eagerly asked the others if they wanted to play.
"Fishing for soft-shelled turtles, huh~"
"Alright, just watch me!"
Throwing their fishing rods with force, Fat Tiger and Xiao Fu happily joined the game, competing with Nobita to fish for iron turtles, regardless of whether they had any coins to pay.
"Kurt, can you take us to other exhibition halls?"
After a glance, Hiroshi patted Kurt's shoulder, finding fishing here quite boring.
With a mermaid waiting, why bother fishing for turtles? He'd rather continue exploring other exhibition rooms with Shizuka; at least he was still looking forward to that.
"Kurt, what's that?"
Just as he turned around, a large white sphere floating near the ceiling in the distance immediately caught Nobi Hiroshi's attention.
Such a remote place, it was very suspicious. Curiosity compelled him to investigate.
"Oh, that's the containment prison for the defense robot. Although it's a very dangerous robot, it's currently immobile and very safe. It's specially kept for display."
Kurt took out a small tablet from his pocket and swiped a few times. The large sphere floating in the air slowly descended in front of the three of them.
The hatch opened, and a ladder extended. After climbing up, two rows of lights automatically turned on, illuminating the dark, giant, one-eyed robot at the end of the path.
"Amazing! Such a big robot, its destructive power must be incredible."
"Does this robot have a cockpit?"
Nobi Hiroshi looked at the large guard robot, firmly chained, and was greatly interested.
"No cockpit. Because this robot's attack power is too strong and it's too dangerous, the curator decommissioned it and replaced it with safer patrol guards."
Kurt summoned an eyeball-shaped robot with an antenna on its head, which felt no different from a surveillance camera.
Would this thing even have attack power? Nobi Hiroshi exclaimed how lame it was.
"Um, Hiroshi, let's leave here quickly, okay…?"
Shizuka looked at the giant guard robot, feeling uncomfortable all over. A girl's sixth sense told her that something bad was definitely going to happen.
"What, are you scared, Shizuka?"
Nobi Hiroshi teased with a smile.
"I… I'm not scared!"
"It's just that we've wasted too much time here. There are many other exhibition halls waiting for us, and staying here is too boring."
Shizuka kicked her small feet, hiding her unease, and held the boy's arm even tighter.
"Alright, alright, you're right."
"Then let's go to another exhibition hall."
With that, Nobi Hiroshi asked Kurt to take them to the next destination. As the hatch closed, the prison became silent once more.
But the locked patrol robot slowly opened its eyes, its large eyeballs swirling left and right, giving off an extremely eerie feeling.
"Only four more, just four more."
"The simulated connection is perfect, next is… Hahahaha!!!"
In a secret basement somewhere in the Museum, an old man with white hair leaned back in a snail chair, laughing maniacally.
Through the reflection of the electronic screen, one could see him hunched over in a narrow room, acting deranged. He seemed quite ill, almost halfway to a mental institution.
His comical appearance made it hard to imagine that he was Dr. Hartman's closest friend — Dr. Beppla.
"Grandpa, you've made a mess here again! You must clean up the table for meal times and afternoon tea! Haven't I emphasized this many times?!!!"
A sweet, soft voice echoed from the other end of the room, interrupting Beppla's crazed laughter.
A blonde girl in an orange dress, carrying a plate of unassuming-looking cake, slowly walked out from the kitchen.
She puffed out her cheeks, glaring fiercely at the old man. The ponytail behind her green bow hair tie swayed from side to side, and her fair, soft thighs stomped quite violently on the floor, expressing her displeasure.
"I'm sorry, Jin Jia! Look at me, I'll clean it up right away!"
Startled from his near-death state, Dr. Beppla was clearly a doting grandfather.
Trembling, as if walking on thin ice, he quickly cleared the experimental materials from the table to make space for his granddaughter.