"Stinky boy! Pretend to be mature in front of me. ”

Watching Yang Lei leave, Asimov's heart suddenly felt a little empty, looking around, he looked at the phantom movement in his hand, and his vicissitudes of life showed a look of hope.

Closing the door, he walked into the back kitchen, which was full of oil smoke, and through the simple wooden door behind the kitchen, a yard full of discarded garbage appeared in front of him, the huge backyard was littered with scrap metal and some scattered parts, and if you looked closely, there were several strange machines in the corner that were not available in the market.

A casing several meters high stood quietly in place, the mottled paint showed the traces of time, if Yang Lei was present at this time, he would be surprised in his heart, because it was the body of the phantom!

In fact, as early as two years ago, when the machine changed, the phantom was secretly smuggled out of the research institute by Asimov, and the mech now placed in the research institute was imitated by him according to the proportions of the phantom mecha.

When he found that the phantom's movement was missing, he thought that it was hidden by the indiscriminate bastard dean, but he didn't expect it to be taken away by Yang Lei at the time of chaos. The reason why he hid it from Yang Lei was that he was afraid that he would fall deeper and deeper from that shadow, and he couldn't understand Yang Lei's stubborn character anymore about Asimov, who had raised Yang Lei for more than 20 years.

And for such a long time, Asimov has one of the biggest secrets in his heart, that is, the Phantom can only be regarded as a half-finished product, if it were not for the military forcing him to hand over the finished product of the Phantom in a limited time, he would not have given up the function that injected the most effort into the Phantom Mecha - the emotional system.

That's right, he has a heavier position than Taishan in the field of mecha research, and he has been secretly paying attention to a topic underground for many years, that is, can mecha have human emotions?

In a meteor shower event that even astronomers can't explain, Asimov discovered a living metal that fell from outer space to Earth, and the most important feature of this metal is that it has a strong memory. Undoubtedly, if the study of this topic were made public, it would cause a sensation in the entire scientific field and at the top of the federal hierarchy.

When he returned to his eyes, he took out the movement in the palm of his hand, and looked at it as if it were a treasure, only to see a brilliant color occasionally flashing under the chip. The so-called most dangerous place is the safest place, after two years, when the raging flame in his heart ignited again, he vowed to solve this mystery this time.

What was the cause of the change, was it man-made, or was there a lack of research in your own research? And this mysterious movement, can it reawaken the phantom?

Everything is as if it was destined, and it is back to square one.

Coming to the cluttered storage room, he pulled out a toolbox from under the bed, and then opened the high-level energy core on the chest of the phantom mecha parked in the middle of the courtyard, and connected it to the energy source, gradually, the energy core was turning from red to green, as if a dying patient had regained his vitality.

After all this, he clapped his hands, took out a box of tobacco leaves from his greasy pocket, rolled the cigarette, and looked at the phantom mecha in progress as if he were his own child, with a hint of relief on his face.

On the second day, Yang Lei walked through Fengyue Street, which was full of desire, drove a large rented pickup truck, parked at the door of the noodle restaurant, and shouted Asimov's name before he entered the door.

Asimov, who had not slept all night, came to the door, and when he saw the wasp warrior carrying behind the car, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he roughly swept over the outline of this mecha, and he found that the body of the wasp mecha was very similar to the phantom, just like a smaller phantom mecha.

"What a providence!"

"How about the old man, do it?!"

Looking at Yang Lei with a smile on his face, Asimov said: "Ship your rags to the back, don't block my business here!" ”

In fact, the business of the ramen restaurant is usually very good, and there are often regular customers, and even those cheap street girls also come to visit, but Asimov is always fascinated by these bewitching women.

Yang Lei just pursed his lips after hearing this, and didn't take it to heart, and then got in the car and came to the back alley of the noodle restaurant, and stopped in front of a rusty big iron door.

After closing the door of the store, Asimov took out a string of bright keys from his waist, opened the iron door and commanded Yang Lei to drive the car in.

"I'll go, old man, you're too messy, aren't you?! The scrap yards are better than this! Jumping out of the car, Yang Lei looked at the piles of garbage in the yard, unprepared for his feet, stepped on the corpse of a mouse that had been dead for an unknown amount of time, and smelled the stench emanating from the rotting corpse, he bent down and gaged.

After a while, he straightened up, glanced around, and saw a mecha covered with a rain cloth sitting in the middle of the courtyard, so he said, "You are hiding too deeply!" ”

"There's more to come!" With that, Asimov took two steps forward and tore off the huge tarpaulin, and after a night of repairing and perfecting, the appearance of the phantom was no different from that of two years ago.

The purple paint is elegant and mysterious, the outer space alloy fuselage is full of power, the surface photon-activated electroplating layer is overflowing, and the blue beam integrates the electronic eye, although the surrounding environment is dirty, it still stands there quietly like a noble knight, the fuselage of dozens of meters is tall and tall, and the streamlined cutting edge like a knife is like an impeccable work of art.

Yang Lei, who was in place, did not scream as Asimov expected, but was extremely quiet, looking at the phantom's regular and flashing eyes, he felt a crystal liquid slipping from the corners of his eyes.

I said...... Old man, your surprise is a bit too big. He turned his head to look at Asimov's increasingly aged face, and said in a slightly trembling voice.

Seeing that Yang Lei couldn't help shedding tears, he stroked Yang Lei's head dotingly, as if treating a child who will never grow up, and said kindly: "If you dream, let's work together to realize it!" Looking at Asimov with smoke coming out of his nostrils, Yang Lei wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, nodded vigorously, and then his eyes returned to the phantom's tall fuselage, as if he was unwilling to evacuate for a second, under the light of the sun, like an unshakable giant between heaven and earth.

"Now, let's get to work!" Asimov threw away the cigarette in his hand and yelled, as if he saw hope ahead, and despite the huge difficulties of skeleton transplantation, he was confident that this time it would be successful.

"Come on!!"