A mob of clones

Chapter 772: The Time in Doraemon is as Chaotic as Detective Conan

Chapter 772: The Time in Doraemon is as Chaotic as Detective Conan
"The relationship between me and the protagonists..."

As Doraemon Wuzuru listened to the questions from Wuhe and others in front of him, his brain involuntarily flew backwards and he began to think about his life since he traveled through time.

Then he waited for a moment before speaking.

"In fact, essentially, I have nothing to do with this group of people in the protagonist group."

"It doesn't matter?"

After hearing what Doraemon Wuzuru said, the Wuzuru around him were a little confused.

If they remember correctly, Doraemon and Nobita also often travel around the world.

But it seems that only a small number of people actually know about the existence of Doraemon.

If it didn't matter, the world of other normal people would just be an ordinary daily life.

How does Doraemon Maizuru know that there is Doraemon in the world he lives in?

In response to the doubts of the people around him, Doraemon Maizuru nodded and gave an answer.

"Although you may not believe it."

"But don't look at me like this now."

"If I really count according to the basic time, I should actually be seventeen now."

"As for why I am still in such a mess at the age of seventeen? I am still in the fourth grade of elementary school."

“It all started with an accident.”

……

Doraemon's world, Earth, China.

"Crack~"

Like the sound of a balloon popping, the crisp sound brought out strips of color and sequins.

A young couple, holding a trumpet-shaped salute that is often used at parties, smiled at a boy in front of them, about twelve years old, who was wearing a paper crown with the words "Happy Birthday" on his head. They smiled and pushed out a birthday cake with twelve candles on it.

Joyful sounds of celebration continued to ring out in the house.

"Congratulations, Maizuru, my child."

"Today is your twelfth birthday."

"From today on, you have become a little adult."

"Today is your lucky day."

"Come on, close your eyes, blow out the candles, and make a wish."

"No matter what your wish is, Mom and Dad can make it come true for you."

"Of course the stars and the moon in the sky can't do that."

Listening to the congratulations around my ears and the continuous singing of "Happy Birthday" from the plastic flowers of China's special Happy Birthday song.

However, facing the festive environment around him, the young man, who should have been the happiest person present, now sat in front of the cake with an inexplicably dull expression on his face, without any sign of joy.

No wonder he looks like this.

mainly……

"Shit, I've celebrated my twelfth birthday four times."

“Four times!!!!”

Doraemon Maizuru looked at the birthday cake with burning candles in front of him with a slightly collapsed expression.

He forced himself to keep the expression on his face steady and turned to look at his parents who were smiling beside him.

With a slightly stiff smile on his face, he looked at them and asked:
"Um, Dad, Mom..."

"Do you remember what day it was yesterday?"

Hearing this, Doraemon Maizuru's cheap parents tilted their heads and thought for a moment, then the couple looked at each other, and Doraemon Maizuru's cheap mother reached out and supported Doraemon Maizuru's head with her hand.

While caressing the warmth on his head, he muttered to himself:
"Your birthday is April 24th, so yesterday must have been April 23rd."

"How could you forget even this, kid?"

However, the black-haired boy suddenly shook his head, shook off his cheap mother's hand, and then continued to ask seriously:

"And the day before yesterday?"

"April 22nd."

"What about the day before yesterday?!"

"December 17th!"

Doraemon Maizuru: "That's the problem!!!"

"Damn it, the day before yesterday, I was still wearing a down jacket!!!"

Faced with Doraemon Maizuru's slightly collapsed cry, his adoptive parents looked at each other and turned around after a moment.

"So, what's the problem?"

Doraemon Maizuru: "..."

Doraemon Maizuru's cheap parents.

"Hey, kid, I've told you to stop playing with your phone every day and go out more often."

"Look at you now you can't even tell the date."

"I said, why don't the child's father take the child to the hospital?"

Listening to the mutterings from his cheap parents, Doraemon Wuzuru seemed to accept his fate and sat in his seat, staring blankly at the candle in front of him and taking a deep breath.

The events that happened about 1,237 days ago involuntarily emerged in my mind.

Just one thousand two hundred and thirty-seven days ago, he celebrated his twelfth birthday in this world for the first time.

After that, I lived a very normal life from April to June and successfully welcomed my summer vacation.

My step-parents took me on a trip abroad.

It was during that trip to Japan that everything around Doraemon Maizuru changed.

Since then, Doraemon Maizuru seemed to be thrown into the vortex of time.

Every time you fall asleep, when you close your eyes and open them again, the world may be different the next day.

Just like what Doraemon Maizuru complained just now, he was still wearing a down jacket just a few days ago!
How come it's already April today?!

And this is just the most basic trouble.

Time is so messed up, so what about the people and things around us?

Doraemon Maizuru once tried to complete a game on a game console.

Sure enough, he couldn't even find his game console the next day after he opened it again. When he asked his cheap parents, they didn't even know there was such a thing as a game console.

Doraemon Maizuru also tried to make friends.

Fortunately, people are not like other things that disappear when you close your eyes and open them again.

When Doraemon Maizuru makes friends with others, the other party will also remember his existence after the time is refreshed.

But nothing more.

No matter how big a thing Doraemon Maizuru has done, what level can his favorability be raised to?
After time is refreshed, everything will return to the starting point.

That is to say, in this vortex of time, Doraemon Maizuru will not have any additional achievements, will not have good friends, will not be known by others, and time will not continue to move forward.

Doraemon Maizuru is like a ghost that is fixed in this time and wandering outside the world.

Doraemon Maizuru even wonders if he will be refreshed again if he opens his eyes again after dying one day?

Doraemon Maizuru lived like this for four years. He was relaxed at the beginning, but later on, things seemed more and more wrong. Until his fourth birthday when he turned twelfth, he finally couldn't hold it anymore.

Doraemon Maizuru gently touched his head, looked at the cake in front of him, looked at the candle burning on it, and his brain was working rapidly.

He ignored the strange looks from his step-parents and just stared at the candle flame. After a moment, he put down his hands and let out a breath.

"Impotent rage solves nothing."

"If you want to solve a problem, you have to find the root cause of the problem."

"Since this is a problem that occurred after we went to Japan, we should solve it in Japan."

Doraemon Maizuru exhaled lightly and made a decision in his heart.

He put his head close to the birthday cake in front of him, put his mouth towards the candle in front of him, and exhaled gently.

In an instant, the candle in front of him went out, and Doraemon Maizuru's wishing voice was heard in the darkness.

"I hope to travel to Japan!"...

Memory returns to the foggy space.

Listening to Doraemon Wuzuru's narration of this experience, the Wuhe people around her couldn't help but be speechless.

Linglong Wu He crossed his legs, touched his chin and said:

"It's called time distortion, but it always feels like you're constantly running around in various different world lines."

"I've encountered the same problem as you on my side."

"You should know something about my situation."

In response, Doraemon Maizuru nodded.

"The Infinite Trilogy, there are worlds of infinite possibilities in it."

Linglong Wuhe nodded.

"After I reached the level of a Saint in my original body, it was no longer difficult for me to travel through the world with my own strength."

"I have encountered similar situations to yours while witnessing various possibilities of scattering clones in various worlds."

Linglong Wu He touched his chin and thought:

"Everyone is familiar with that world. It's the world of Detective Conan."

"Only one of these worlds is completely consistent with the anime."

"Time in that one world is completely chaotic."

"And the cause of that world's temporal chaos is a meme."

"Besides that one original world, there are countless different world lines scattered around it."

“These worlds overlap and overlap in a very orderly manner.”

"Anyone who enters it may accidentally cross from one world line to another."

"Thus achieving an effect similar to the meme of the original world."

As he spoke, Linglong Wuhe turned his head to look at Doraemon Wuhe, paused and said:

"Let's get back to the point."

"I don't see any power related to time and space in you."

"If it weren't for the fact that the power in you is so high-end that I can't even see it."

"Then the problem is most likely not with you, but with the world."

"But this time loop is only a nuisance after all, not a life-threatening situation."

"If this cycle can continue forever, you can say it is a different kind of immortality."

"But from your looks, you don't seem to be very receptive to this kind of eternal life."

"But it's not as broken as you said."

"You said you were seventeen now, and the time you couldn't stand was twelve plus four, which is about sixteen."

"You should have come up with this result in the Doraemon world in the following year."

"You seem to be in a very stable mood now. You don't look as upset as you did at the birthday party."

"Either you accept the current situation, or you find a way to deal with it."

As he said that, Linglong Wuhe looked at Doraemon Wuhe.

"Based on your mood swings just now."

"You don't look like you've accepted this kind of life."

"So you found a way to solve the time loop before entering the foggy space?"

In response, Doraemon Maizuru shook his head, then nodded.

Seeing this, Linglong Wu He raised his eyebrows.

"If you find it, you find it. If you don't find it, you don't find it."

"You shake your head and nod, what does that mean?"

Doraemon Wuzuru didn't want to waste time and said directly:
“That means the problem is half solved.”

"It solves the problem of time not being able to move forward, but it still doesn't solve the problem of time being out of order."

Doraemon Wuzuru couldn't help but close his eyes slightly while narrating, and after a long while he continued:

"Just as you said."

"Regarding the time confusion that happened to me, I initially thought that Conan appeared in Japan."

"After all, we have read related novels before. Many Conan fan fictions emphasize this issue of time confusion."

“I did find a rice flower market when I went there.”

"But I don't find any news about crime-buster or incompetent police here."

"Fortunately, it's because of the time confusion."

"As long as I don't force my cheap parents to return home, no one will find anything wrong with our family traveling in Japan."

"And because of the confusion of time, money can also be continuously refreshed."

"I have almost become a permanent resident in Japan."

"I looked around for all sorts of possibilities to figure out what was going on."

"I even wondered if there was a cat head with abs in Morioh Town who was always playing the loser's game."

“But we never got the results we wanted.”

"Although Japan is not big, it is not small either. Its population has reached hundreds of millions. It is impossible to find certain specific targets in such a densely populated place without using some means."

"I understand that, too."

"But I was a little crazy during that time. I was trapped in a time loop for four years. Whether it was exercise, developing interpersonal relationships or even playing games, I was constantly being refreshed."

"Going through this kind of thing over and over again, although it didn't drive me crazy, it made me a little crazy at that time."

"In the cycle of time, the only thing that won't be refreshed is my memory."

“So after I couldn’t find it for a while, I started to learn something else.”

“I started looking for other options to find people.”

"Because time keeps refreshing, I have no way to develop interpersonal relationships. It is impossible for me to ask someone to find someone in the public security system."

"So I just took advantage of this time to refresh myself and spent half a year learning hacking techniques, and then spent time studying the public security system in Japan."

“After several months of trial and error, I finally found a way.”

"After I got the citizen information database from the public security department, I entered all the names I remembered into it."

“Find the one that fits.”

“Then I found it…”

Doraemon Wuzuru's consciousness was extremely focused at this moment, and a thought bubble slowly emerged above his head as he narrated.

It was a row of single-family houses.

There is a houseplate hanging on the door with the words "Nobi House" clearly written on it.

The images in the thought bubble jump very quickly.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at the other side.

The second house is very similar to the first, but it is a little cleaner and brighter.

There is only one word written on it - Source.

The third house is a gorgeous villa with the words - Guchuan written on it.