"No need to be so nervous. These kids are here to find Phantom Thief DX."
"That guy stole the cat bell from the childcare robot. He's really a strange fellow."
Young Hiro said, taking his hands out of his pockets.
"What, DX actually steals things like that…"
Hearing the explanation, the middle-aged police officer showed no suspicion, looking at Doraemon with a slight stunned expression.
Pulling out a small notebook from his pocket, he scribbled with a pen, muttering to himself, "Phantom Thief DX's stolen items, including the childcare robot's bell, seem to indicate some serious peculiar habit."
The sloppy handwriting was illegible. Doraemon secretly glanced at it a few times, realizing he couldn't understand what was written in the notebook at all.
"Hiro… No, no…"
Shaking his head, Doraemon looked at the young man, correcting his address in a flustered voice, and anxiously asked, "Officer, excuse me, is that Phantom Thief DX still in the Museum right now?"
"Yes, according to our intelligence, he's most likely hiding in this Museum, and he might also be the Museum Weirdo that the staff mentioned."
"Then you've already investigated quite a few clues, right? If you have enough clues, you can openly go and catch…"
Doraemon's eyes sparkled as he fiddled with the lemon around his neck.
He had worn this thing long enough and wished he could immediately find his bell and replace it.
"For clues, you'll have to ask Officer Masterdard. He's the one specifically in charge of investigating this case."
"Besides, I'm just a passing tourist. Why would I work on my day off?"
Young Hiro pouted, pushed through the crowd surrounding him to the middle of the road, his eyes lighting up as if he had seen a rare treasure, and greeted the three adorable young cubs.
"Daddy, why did you come here? Didn't you say you'd wait for us at the entrance?"
Amidst their chatter, the young man was surrounded by lolis.
The three lolis looked to be around ten years old, all dressed in simple yet neat small floral dresses. Though young, their different colored hair reached their lower backs, lightly dancing against their hips.
Their crystalline, moist large eyes and exquisitely sculpted faces were truly adorable. Their races were not entirely human.
Besides the black-haired loli in the middle, there was also a blue-haired, tender-skinned girl whose mermaid identity was unclear, and a white-haired, dog-eared girl.
They were a bit special, but not overly so.
After all, what strange races don't exist in the future world? You can even see aliens on the street!
Provided they are legally entering foreigners.
"Alright~ The restroom is only a few dozen steps away, you can see it at a glance."
Two fists were no match for six claws. Being pulled back and forth by his daughters, even an immortal would find it hard to cope for a while.
But the young man clearly had a plan, his expression always at ease.
One large hand held two small hands, and the smallest one was riding on his neck, cuddling, so he didn't need to worry about needing an extra hand.
"Daddy, Jingjing doesn't want to walk. I want to be like Fiel too."
The black-haired loli pointed at the high-and-mighty little Quan Niang, puffing out her cheeks, feeling quite displeased. That white tail was almost pointing to the sky.
"Okay, okay, when has Daddy ever played favorites? It'll be your turn soon."
"And the Museum's limited edition ice cream sundaes are about to go on sale, so let's hurry."
While comforting, he pulled down the fabric skirts covering her snow-white thighs on both sides of her neck.
"Fiel, you put your tail back too. Little Yue almost exposed herself again."
Hiro adjusted his shoulder, moving the partially exposed hip back into place. The girl's tender, sweet voice replied lazily, "Got it, Daddy…"
Silently coiling her tail back, Fiel shifted her hips and leaned against the man's head.
Her soft, fluffy, pinkish-white round ears seemed to be asleep, boneless, fluttering with her eyelashes.
The happy and harmonious family gracefully departed, disappearing without a trace under the astonished gazes of Doraemon and the others.
"That brat…"
Masterdard clenched his fists in resentment. As a seasoned bachelor detective, knowing his colleagues enjoyed various beautiful wives and concubines naturally made his teeth itch with envy.
When you're on holiday, just rest! Don't bring your family and play in front of me, you scoundrel!
"Shizuka, aren't you going to say hello to your future daughter? Her looks are exactly like yours, no mistaking it."
Pulling Tian Mei's elbow, Nobi Hiroshi teased, a faint smile on his lips, his chest filled with countless aspirations.
The future was truly good. His heart was extremely calm at this moment, but unfortunately, he only saw his daughter and not the upgraded version of his wife.
"Say hello… Oh, come on, wouldn't that be too embarrassing?"
"But she really does look like me. Is she Hiro's and my daughter from the future?"
Turning her fair face, Tian Mei nudged Nobi Hiroshi's waist forcefully, her voice as if softly covered by feathers.
She bit her lower lip, her gaze fixed downwards, as if deep in thought.
Her eyes swept over her flat lower abdomen, imagining her belly swelling, conforming to her clothes, forming an exaggerated curve.
"Will it get that big?"
"My tummy is clearly very small…"
Her small hands tightly clutched the corner of her skirt, trying her best to hide the shyness in her heart. The more the young girl thought, the more her thoughts went astray, making her face flush crimson.
Her current small skirt must be uncomfortably tight; that demonic voice kept echoing in her mind.
"Excuse me, Officer Masterdard, could you tell me more clues about Phantom Thief DX?"
Doraemon, unlike the others who were discussing trivial matters, respectfully inquired about other clues from the middle-aged man.
"Hmm, it's not too big of a secret anyway, so I'll tell you."
Masterdard glanced at Doraemon, fumbled in his pocket for a small notebook, opened it, and recounted the clues he had gathered over the past two days.
According to the Museum staff, there was indeed a strange person there.
Not only did he steal vegetables grown in the fields, but he also stole coffee and a series of small items from the curator's room, treating it like his own home. Phantom Thief DX must be hiding in a certain section of the Museum.
"Shizuka, come with me~"
Everyone's attention was drawn to Masterdard. Nobi Hiroshi took his sister and left the group, swaggering away to search for a certain secret gadget.
"Hiroshi, why did you bring me out? Do you want to find a secluded place…?"
Shizuka's eyes flickered with anticipation, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly upwards. The secret garden was already fully prepared, and the hazy dew in the rainy alley subtly permeated the white fabric, leaving traces.
"No! It's just that my Clue Magnifying Glass has found new clues!"
"While Doraemon and the others are inquiring about other information, let's first clearly find our target."
Nobi Hiroshi poked Shizuka's forehead with his hand and continued to search for the clue gadget.
The young girl's thoughts were very dangerous; she must have had her brain damaged by a big stick. She couldn't be blamed.
At a time like this, would Nobi Hiroshi want to enact a "Museum Story" plot?
Cough, cough, you really can't say for sure…
Even without such thoughts, the Bull Studio, upon hearing the mention, had already begun to exert its methods, becoming half-prostrate and barely surviving.
The calves also longed to cultivate fertile land.
"Found something!"
Nobi Hiroshi's face lit up with joy. He stopped and looked at the mouth of a small Medusa-like statue, where something small seemed to be shimmering inside.
"Okay~"
Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out and directly fumbled inside, intending to find out, but his fingertips touched nothing but emptiness.
"There's nothing! Is this broken gadget useless? It made me happy for nothing."
"Wait, Shizuka, my hand is stuck! Can this gadget bite?!"
Nobi Hiroshi kicked the box, trying to pull his hand out.
Seeing that he didn't seem to be pretending to scare her for fun, Shizuka quickly hugged Nobi Hiroshi's waist and pulled hard.
"Crack~"
The sound of a toothpick breaking rang out. After Nobi Hiroshi successfully pulled out his hand, the ground beneath their feet gave way, and they immediately fell into a secret tunnel.