[Zhongyingmei] I have a four-dimensional pocket

Peter is flying :)

Although he didn't fly very high, it was because the roof was not that high. If there was no roof at this time, Love had no doubt that Peter would fly out of the earth's gravity and go straight to the universe.

"You... you come down for me."

Love sighed in great concern.

It seems that the... on her stomach...is a real four-dimensional pocket, and the things she takes out are also real high-tech products.

...She's supposed to be a robot, the kind from the 22nd century?

She also felt that it shouldn't be possible. No matter how human-like a robot is, it wouldn't have to go to the hospital for an infusion due to wound inflammation every now and then.

Here Peter finally landed on the ground, took off the bamboo dragonfly and held it tightly in his hand like a baby, his eyes were full of little stars.

"Love! Is this a bamboo dragonfly from the 22nd century?! Have you met a time traveler? Is it a blue robot cat without ears?!"

"I've watched Doraemon, thank you. From now on, you can also call me Love Dream, my silly brother."

Love put the calculus paper into the book. Now that this happened, Peter must no longer be interested in solving problems. Looking at his interested eyes, and thinking of his usual enthusiasm for science, She believed that if Peter didn't get an answer at this time, he would never go to sleep.

... She didn't want to lie to her family either.

"Love! Did you invent this?! How did you do it! You are simply amazing!"

"Hush—keep your voice down, you don't want Aunt May to find out that you're still awake." Love wanted to pounce on him, "I can tell you, but you must swear not to tell anyone, whether it's Aunt May , Uncle Ben, or your friend, no one else."

Peter nodded immediately: "I swear!"

Although he was assured, Love still added: "One thing you must know, Peter, this is a very serious matter. If you tell others, I am afraid you will never see me again."

She was afraid that she would die in the laboratory as a mutant experiment without human rights.

Peter blinked, put down the bamboo dragonfly, and climbed back to the bed with a firm and serious expression: "I swear, I will never tell anyone Love's secret."

"Well, I believe you." Love nodded, pulled the quilt off her body, then lifted the hem of the pajamas a little bit, exposing the lower edge of the white pocket, and explained to the surprised Peter, " In fact, after I took a shower, I found a pocket on my stomach, and this pocket is connected to a different dimension, and the bamboo dragonfly was taken out of it."

"Cool!...well, I mean, I...can I try it?"

Love thought for half a minute before realizing that he meant to put his hand into her bag to feel it for herself. Just as she was about to refuse, she met her brother's watery eyes.

...Damn it, she just can't stand his foul, cute eyes.

"You be careful."

Love bit her lower lip and opened the jacket further, exposing the top edge of the pocket, and then watched the boy carefully put his hand in—

It feels a little weird.

Her brother, who was only 11 years old, put his hand inside her.

...that sounds even weirder.

This pocket is said to be a part of her body, and it is not a part of her body, but the tension that seems to be invaded makes her whole body stiff and dare not move, always a bit of an underage idea... until Peter 1 minute later He took his hand out, but there was nothing in his hand.

"I can't touch it..." The boy lowered his head in frustration, and suddenly yelled as if thinking of something, "Could it be because the bamboo dragonfly is still outside? You can only take out one thing at a time?"

"...So?" Love had a bad feeling.

"Let's put the bamboo dragonfly back!"

This is not a good proposition.

First of all, Love doesn't know where her pocket is connected to, and secondly, she doesn't know how the bamboo dragonfly is produced. Before she figured out these two problems, she originally wanted to cherish life and not touch her pocket, but she is cute and full of life. The curious younger brother was looking at her with wet eyes, and instead of keeping the bamboo dragonfly in his hand for him to play with accidentally being discovered by someone and finally causing her to be sent to the laboratory, it would be better to stuff it back. in her stomach :)

Her heart is so tired.

"...Do you mind taking your book and going back to bed in your room?" Love was still struggling.

"I... I always thought that the four-dimensional dimension existed only in theory, and it was a high-level field that was absolutely inaccessible to us three-dimensional people, but, but—"

Well she got it.

Love’s understanding of the four-dimensional dimension is to add a time axis on the basis of the existing three-dimensional dimension, that is, it can touch different spaces corresponding to different times. This understanding seems to be a little bit different from Doraemon’s four-dimensional pocket. She thinks that Doraemon The pocket is more like an infinite space, not linked to time.

So, her pocket...what the hell is it?

Peter was still looking at her with his shiny little milk dog eyes, his face was full of anticipation and self-confidence, "Love, just follow me, you can't refuse me".

"Okay," Love made up his mind, "Put it back, be careful... No, I'm still a little flustered."

"It'll be fine, how about we tie a rope to the bamboo dragonfly and pull it out if there's any problem?" Peter suggested, "I know what Love is worried about. If it is connected to Love's stomach, then we can still take out the bamboo dragonfly, it should be very safe."

Love swallowed with difficulty, and lay half paralyzed on the bed to watch Peter rummage through boxes and chests to find a rope, finally found a roll of ribbon, tied one end to the bamboo dragonfly, and walked towards her with burning eyes.

Love moved back subconsciously, feeling that her brother was in danger now.

...It actually feels like a bear child.

Speaking of which, the bamboo dragonfly is much larger in diameter than her pocket, how did she get it out?

This question was quickly answered. Peter held the ribbon roll in one hand and the bamboo dragonfly in the other, quickly climbed onto the bed and pressed it against her lap through the quilt, and stretched out the bamboo dragonfly towards her pocket——

Obviously seeing that the bamboo dragonfly propeller, which is longer than the diameter of the pocket, was stuffed in so straight, without touching the edge of the pocket at all, the seemingly dark pocket inside seemed to have infinite malleability, as if cast by magic, Real size is completely different from what it looks like from the outside.

And the space in the pocket seemed to be a bottomless pit. The bamboo dragonfly was falling infinitely with the ribbon. Peter carefully placed the ribbon with both hands. He was about to fall into it all before he grabbed the end of the ribbon, raised his head, and looked at Love with some concern.

"...you can say whatever you want." Love sighed.

There was embarrassment in Peter's voice: "The weight...the weight is not right."

"More or less?" Up to now, Love is actually a little bit broken. It's already past her usual sleep time, and she feels a little sleepy now.

"Less, less." Peter glanced at her tremblingly, and began to retract the ribbon quickly. It took a full 2 ​​minutes, Love's eyes were almost closed, and he finally pulled the ribbon away. The last part was taken back, and then, the whole person began to tremble a little.

"Love..."

"What's the matter, did the bamboo dragonfly disappear? That's the state I expected, it's nothing."

"No." Peter hesitated for a few seconds and showed her the end of the ribbon. The end that was supposed to be tied with a knot was torn apart as if it had been corroded. The tied bamboo dragonfly was nowhere to be found, "I think...it might be caused by stomach acid..."

Love froze all of a sudden.

She quickly pushed Peter's hand away, and reached into her pocket to fumble around.

……Ruined.

... She couldn't touch it either.

So... where is that bamboo dragonfly now?

Different dimension space?Or... in her stomach?

Will high-tech products be corroded and melted by stomach acid?Will it produce toxic substances and cause death after melting?

...Shouldn't it?

"Love, are you okay? I'm sorry, it's my idea. Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere? Can you still breathe?"

Love was still sitting there stiffly, pressing her hands out of her pockets almost uncontrollably, trying to figure out the shape of a bamboo dragonfly, but in vain, she couldn't touch anything, and instead pressed herself in pain, her The internal organs are very fragile due to previous injuries, and it is uncertain what effect will be caused by external force.

To be on the safe side, Love finally stopped what she was doing, raised her head, and looked helplessly at Peter, who was full of guilt.

"Go to sleep and forget about it, I'll figure it out."

She can't go to the hospital for an examination. If she is found to be a mutant, the consequences can be imagined.

There is only one person she can turn to now.

"No, Love, it's all my fault if I don't leave, I have to take responsibility! You go to bed first, I'll watch you here, if you feel uncomfortable at night, I will give you the fastest way call the ambulance!"

The voice paused, and Peter's voice became crying: "I don't want to never see you again, Love, I don't want you to die."

With a throbbing pain in her heart, Love raised her hand and rubbed the brown hair of the boy opposite, finally showing a faint smile.

"If you don't want me to die, then drink more milk and exercise well, and be a superhero to protect me in the future, remember?"

Peter nodded with a sob.

"Don't worry, I won't die. I'll go to Mr. Stark tomorrow. He must know what's wrong with me." She stretched out her hand to the boy and gave up the empty space on the bed beside her. "If you want to Stay by my side, then turn off the lights and come sleep together."

It wasn't until the breathing of the boy beside her became longer that Love curled her lips and turned her back.

Playing the image of a gentle and good sister... so tiring.

Love pursed her lips sullenly, thinking a bit self-defeatingly, if she was really going to die, she would have to roll around on the carpet in front of Peter, crying and coquettish, until he remembered that his sister Love was actually not What a gentle and quiet girl, but a lively and mischievous wayward ghost.