Chapter 4. Please call me Wang Qiu A Meng
"...Uh...Miss Mary Tang, I deeply sympathize with your misfortune. It is so unmanly for a guy like this to leave his girlfriend and run away when in danger! However, I also have one thing. I don’t know if it’s good news or bad news, but I need to inform you...”
Listening to the one-legged female man Tang Mary's nagging and complaints mixed with many slang words, Wang Qiu smiled bitterly and recorded it with a recorder, then changed the subject and said, "...In fact, according to what we have said through the Lord God The accurate information obtained by the system shows that both Ms. Zhang Lihua who sold you this inferior prosthetic leg and Mr. Qi Jiande who just left you and ran away are no longer alive.
Well, there is also Mr. Xia Dongming, who also died a few minutes ago... So, apart from you, the only survivor still living in the Marvel world is Mr. Chen Ping. The latter does not appear to be in New York. Miss Tang, do you know the whereabouts of Chen Ping? ”
"...What? That coward named Qi couldn't escape? Damn alien!" Tang Mary's face turned pale suddenly, looking very shocked. It can be seen that although this one-legged female man resented her boyfriend's presence, I left myself alone at the critical moment, but I still cared a little in my heart, "...but what happened to girl Lihua? Have aliens already invaded New York's Chinatown? It should be quite far away from the battlefield there, right?" ?”
She said to herself, struggling to hold on to the wall with both hands, trying to look out at the gunfire battle outside the building, but before she could stand firm, she fell down again. Wang Qiu quickly supported her and whispered in a low voice, "...Well...Ms. Tang, although there is no basis for what I said, you seemed to have said just now that Miss Zhang Lihua's current occupation seems to be A salesman from a prosthetic company? ”
"...Oh! Damn it! She must have come to Manhattan today to find customers to sell smart prosthetics..."
Hearing this, the one-legged female man Mary Tang suddenly understood, and then she became dejected, "...and even if she hadn't come to Manhattan, the Chinatown has probably become a lawless place, and there will be gangsters who take advantage of the situation to rob and kill." A few people are even more normal.”
"...Uh, please give me my condolences, Miss Tang." Political Commissar Guo said, "...Do you know anything about the other two people?"
"...Xia Dongming? The Taiwanese named Xia has lost contact with me since last year. I don't know where he died. I didn't expect that he was stewed with a spoon in Manhattan today... Alas! And that Chen Ping , Well, I have his phone number in my mobile phone, and I remember that after retiring last year, he seemed to have set up a small farm in the countryside of Texas..." Mary Tang replied with a haggard look.
"...Well, very good. Now that we have the basic information, it's time to restore your ability to move."
Wang Qiu put away the voice recorder and took Tang Mary's mobile phone at the same time. Then he took out the Doraemon series black technology prop [Restoration Light Lamp] from a [Fourth Dimension Pocket] hidden on the inside of her shirt, and pointed it at her The prosthetic leg, which was shattered on the ground, activated the switch.
So, in the unbelievable eyes of Hong Kong female man Mary Tang, the tattered prosthetic leg fragments that fell on the ground were actually guided by some incredible beam of light, as if they turned into living creatures, gradually pieced together automatically, and finally became It must be as good as new!
"...What the hell is this? Is this kind of technology available on the mainland now?" She exclaimed in surprise.
On the other hand, there was a fat old American white man next to him. His expression was quite calm as he watched this scene - the Marvel world is not only a concentration camp for superheroes and super villains, it is also a place where all kinds of black technologies are flying around, including floating aircraft carriers. As small as gene therapy, everything is more than thirty years beyond the level of real-world technology. And New York is a place where Frankensteins gather together. As early as World War II, Iron Man's father developed a flying car here. Even an ordinary person living in New York is no longer surprised by the endless emergence of new high-tech products.
"...Please allow me to explain this later." Wang Qiu put away the props and held the restored smart prosthetic leg in front of Tang Marry. "...The most important thing now is to find a safer place to take refuge. ...Okay! Let’s try to see if this thing works!”
——I have to admit that although there are some quality issues in the strength of the material structure, this smart prosthetic leg produced in the Marvel world is indeed quite advanced in performance. Relying on the chip program inside, the prosthetic leg can automatically adapt to the terrain. The curvature can be adjusted so that disabled people who use it can go up stairs or down hills without any problem, and can even dance. If you don't observe carefully, she looks almost like a normal person... When the one-legged female man Tang Mary puts on this smart prosthetic leg again and puts down the long skirt, she can basically move freely.
So, the three people immediately got up and left the roof platform, entered the Empire State Building through the stairs of the escape passage, and after wandering around for a while, they finally found an empty office, hurriedly rushed in, and used Furniture blocked the door. Next, under Tang Mary's terrifying eyes, Wang Qiu took out a [Random Door] from his [Fourth-dimensional Pocket] and placed it in the center of the office: "...Okay, Tang Miss, please hold the door handle tightly, think about where you want to go, such as your apartment in Chinatown, and then open the door to get there! ”
"...This, this, is this the [Random Door] in the comics? Oh! My God!" Looking at this familiar scene, the female man Mary Tang's eyes were so wide that they almost fell off, "... Are you Doraemon? ”
"...Well, it's not entirely correct, but it's almost the same. Miss Tang, you can call me 'Wang Qiu A Meng'!" Wang Qiu boasted proudly, "...Doraemon and I have been through life and death together. We know each other, I got this [Random Door] from him!”
But at the next moment, the pride in his heart was like a soap bubble, burst by the cruel facts.
"...Eh? Why can't this door be opened? Is it rusty? Or is it simply a fake?"
"...How could it be? Let me try...Huh? It really can't be opened? How is it possible? The other props are well used!"
"...Ahem! In my opinion, the preset map information in this [Random Door] probably does not match the actual geography of the Marvel world! Haven't we encountered something like this before? But Now there is no Doraemon to help us re-enter the map information." Looking at Wang Qiu. Looking anxious, Professor Guo pondered for a moment, then suddenly interjected, "...Although the Earth in the Marvel world looks similar to the geography of the real world, there are still some subtle differences - such as those fictional ones. Eastern European cities and African countries..."