Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Tang Yu was still rambling on about comforting words when he suddenly froze, his eyes widening in shock:

"Did you send someone to deliver it?"

Lin An frowned, took a half step back, raised his hand to wipe the spittle off his face, and looked disgusted:

"Can you please stop being so dramatic?"

Tang Yu's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like a fish that had been slapped ashore.

He stared at Lin An for more than ten seconds and lowered his voice:

"Do you have schizophrenia?"

This is the only explanation.

Lin An ignored him, took out a USB drive from his pocket, and handed it over.

"What is this again?" Tang Yu asked, looking completely bewildered.

Lin An said, "The 'Big Dragon's Prison Break' animation."

Tang Yu's eyes widened: "You're done? How did you do that?"

Animation, animation, it needs to move. A twenty-minute animation requires at least tens of thousands of in-between frames.

This doesn't even include the original artwork design, background painting, and post-production compositing.

Even if Lin An had three heads and six arms, it would be impossible for him to create a movie-quality animation by himself in just a few weeks.

Lin An didn't explain, he just shoved the USB drive into his hand:

"Give this to He Yuwen and have him hand it over to the Shanghai Academy of Fine Arts. You don't need to worry about anything else."

Tang Yu glanced down at the USB drive, remained silent for a few seconds, and then asked:

"Is this related to your matter?"

Lin An thought for a moment and then said, "If my plan goes smoothly, then it's irrelevant."

Tang Yu's lips twitched, and he muttered:

"I really hate your pretentious act."

Despite saying that, he still stuffed the USB drive into the inside pocket of his coat, zipped it all the way up, and patted it to make sure it wouldn't slip out.

"Don't worry, as long as the content is fine, Lao He won't refuse, even if it's for the Academy of Fine Arts."

After saying that, Tang Yu turned and walked towards the alley entrance. He took two steps, then stopped and said without turning his head:

"Don't lose."

After saying that, he quickened his pace, and his round figure quickly disappeared into the twilight.

Lin An hummed in agreement and watched his retreating figure disappear.

"Come out."

Lin An's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the empty alley.

Deep in the alley, ripples spread through the air, and then a certain outline quickly emerged from nothingness.

The rounded, stout outline went from blurry to clear, from transparent to solid, in just two or three seconds.

Doraemon stood there, took off a red-rimmed pair of glasses from his face, and said softly:

"Based on the feedback from the [Emotion Glasses], he didn't experience any negative emotional fluctuations, so he probably isn't lying to you."

Lin An nodded. "I'm just doing this as a precaution."

He glanced at the blue chubby guy and said with a smile:

I didn't expect you to agree to help me.

Doraemon, as a childcare robot, shouldn't have agreed to this kind of trap.

Doraemon said earnestly, "We are friends."

Lin An was taken aback, then shook his head helplessly.

He said, "Let's split up now. We need to be quick and discreet."

Doraemon said there was no problem, "I have the [invisibility potion], no one will find me."

"We still need to be careful."

Lin An didn't want a situation where he had to save this person and then save that person:

"If we get caught, it's better to use props to create an unusual situation than to be caught red-handed."

Without evidence, all abnormalities can be classified as "hallucinations".

Doraemon nodded, took a glass bottle out of his pocket, opened the bottle, and poured a clear liquid onto his head.

As if being erased by an eraser, Doraemon's body disappeared little by little, starting from the top of his head.

Lin An looked around and, finding no flaws, finally relaxed.

Orange light streamed down from above, illuminating the alleyway entrance in a half-light, half-dark atmosphere.

He looked up at the distant, hazy horizon and murmured to himself:

"Many people won't be able to sleep well tonight."

……

……

Dengshikou, Building 14.

The living room lights were on.

Lin's mother sat on the sofa, holding a cup of tea that had gone cold, her eyes fixed on the television screen.

The sound of the door opening rang out.

Lin's mother didn't turn around. Lin's father walked in from the entrance, changed his shoes, hung his coat on the hanger, sat down next to his wife, and remained silent for a long time.

"The clinic..." Lin's mother began, her voice hoarse.

"It's almost done cleaning up." Mr. Lin's voice was also low. "Tomorrow, we'll have someone reinstall the roller shutters, the signboard needs to be redone, and the glass needs to be replaced."

Lin's mother did not respond.

Lin's father didn't say anything more.

The two of them sat there, the TV on, the sound off, the picture jumping frame by frame, like a silent film.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin's mother suddenly spoke:

"Are you sure you don't need to send the eldest son home?"

Lin's father recalled the news in the morning newspaper and said in a deep voice:

"That's probably what those people were after."

Lin's mother finally couldn't hold back her tears, which silently streamed down her face.

She raised her hand and wiped it once, then wiped it again.

The living room remained quiet for a long time.

"He'll be alright." Lin's father's voice wasn't loud, but it was inexplicably certain.

Lin's mother sniffed and nodded vigorously.

The study door was ajar.

Lin Yi sat at his desk, holding a 2B pencil in his hand, with a sketch paper spread out in front of him.

The paper depicts the profile of a middle-aged woman, with most of the lines already drawn, and one can vaguely see the resemblance of Lin's mother in her youth between her eyebrows and eyes.

Behind me came the crisp, frequent, and continuous sound of chewing.

Lin Meng sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a bag of potato chips, her little hands constantly rummaging through them.

"I'm going to tell my older brother!"

Her mouth was full of potato chips, and she mumbled incoherently:

"I want my older brother to teach them a lesson they won't forget!"

Lin Yi turned around and looked at the bed covered in potato chip crumbs, his temple throbbed.

Don't worry.

Lin Yi suppressed the urge to hit someone and said calmly:

"From childhood to adulthood, when has this person ever suffered a loss?"

Lin Meng blinked, clearly not understanding.

She shoved the last few potato chips into her mouth, chewed for a long time with her cheeks puffed out, swallowed, and loudly announced:

"I want braised pork!"

Lin Yi ignored this nonsense, turned his head, and focused his gaze back on the paper.

She thought of the newspapers, the online comments, and the incident at the clinic yesterday, and suddenly became worried.

I'm worried that someone might go crazy and cause chaos that will be impossible to control.

Just then, a sharp shriek came from downstairs.

Then came angry curses, roars, and the crisp sound of shattering glass.

Lin Yi suddenly stood up, his chair slid backward, and he crashed into the wall.

Lin Meng was so frightened that she dropped her potato chips. She grabbed Lin Yi's leg and her voice trembled.

"Sis! There's a monster!"

"Shh, be quiet..."

Lin Yi shielded Lin Meng behind him, quickly walked to the window, and lifted a corner of the curtain.

The scene downstairs made her pupils shrink.

At the entrance of the apartment building, several dark figures were kicking and smashing the security door while cursing.

The dim light of the streetlights shone on them, obscuring their faces; only their waving arms and contorted postures were visible.

Some people were holding bricks, some were holding iron bars, and others were throwing things upstairs.

A dark, indistinct mass hit the wall, then scattered with a thud, splattering all over the wall.

"A ghost!"

"Who threw stones into my house!"

"What the hell is this?!"

The sounds became more numerous and denser.

Lin Yi lowered the curtains, his expression not changing much, but the knuckles of his fingers gripping the curtains turned white.

"You stay here and don't move. I'll go out and take a look."

Lin Meng tilted her head and said carelessly:

"Can I have another bag of your potato chips?"

Lin Yi remained silent for two seconds.

She realized that her earlier worries were unnecessary.

……

……

Lin Yi walked out of the study, through the living room, and opened the security door.

The lights in the hallway were already on, and seven or eight neighbors were blocking the stairwell, chattering away.

Lin's father stood at the front of the crowd, his arms slightly outstretched:

"Everyone, the matter hasn't been fully investigated yet..."

"Investigate what?!"

A middle-aged woman in a floral cotton-padded jacket interrupted him sharply:

"First they vandalized the clinic, and now they're smashing up the door. Do they really think we're easy to bully?!"

"that is!"

"My windows have all been smashed!"

"My grandson was so scared he cried in the middle of the night. How is he going to go to school tomorrow!"

The sounds rose and fell, surging in like waves.

Mr. Lin opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but even he himself didn't know what was going on.

The middle-aged woman said, "Lin Yuan, don't worry, we're determined to handle this!"

She spat and muttered curses:

"I've lived most of my life and never seen anything like this! Smashing someone's clinic wasn't enough, they had to smash up the building too? I'd like to see which bastard has the guts to do this!"

Several neighbors behind him echoed him, each one louder than the last.

"Yes! Call the police! Call the police now!"

"Our windows were smashed too, we can't just let this go!"

"When has Dr. Lin ever overcharged us by even a penny when he sees us and prescribes medicine? It's outrageous to take advantage of honest people like us!"

Mr. Lin opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He was, after all, an educated elite, and understood what it meant that so many people were petitioning the police station.

Lin Yi watched this scene with some confusion.

She picked up a crumpled piece of paper from the ground, unfolded it, and saw a few words scrawled in red paint in the middle:

"Tell Lin An to get out of Beijing. Otherwise, next time it won't be as simple as just banging on the door."

Several neighbors who had come to watch the commotion came over, and after seeing what was on the paper, their faces grew increasingly grim.

"This is...this is way too arrogant!"

"Is there no law anymore?!"

"Call the police! We must call the police!"

Lin Yi was furious, but he also felt that something was wrong.