Hanging up the sign of temporary operation, Yang Lei came out of the maintenance station, and the sunny weather made him feel extremely relaxed. Grunting, touching his empty belly, Yang Lei smiled wickedly after thinking of last night's madness.

This is a sincere entertainment street, no different from other streets during the day, on both sides of the street, the shops face each other, half shops, half bars. Don't look at it now, once it is nightfall, it will be a lively scene.

After 12 p.m., all motor vehicles are not allowed to enter the street, and there are police patrols at the entrance to maintain order. The neon lights on the street are flashing dazzlingly, and the sound in the bar is earth-shattering, saying that it is a pedestrian street, but in fact it is the sincere Fengyue Street, which is also known as the red light district.

Fengyue Street during the day, the streets are empty, there are not many people walking, and the shops are also bleak, and some even close their doors at all. Women with bare legs and backs are standing on the side of the street to solicit a few customers, and occasionally you can see red-faced, bare-headed drunks holding the waists of these street women and walking by exaggeratedly......

Of course, the consumption here is also very high, and in some erotic bars, a glass of low-quality whiskey can easily cost hundreds of federal guilders.

Yang Lei looked at these street warblers and smiled faintly, in this extremely absurd place, he walked towards a ramen restaurant with an inconspicuous sign.

Walking into the relatively clean noodle restaurant, a middle-aged man with an apron covered in oil was sleeping on the table, an empty wine bottle in front of him, and a few flies flew over his head from time to time.

"Don't sleep old man!"

Asimov opened his eyes sleepily, his eyes were covered with red bloodshots due to excessive drinking, and he looked at Yang Lei and said, "Stinky boy, why are you?" As soon as he came, he disturbed Lao Tzu's good dreams...... Originally, I was already going to ...... with my dream girl."

"Hey, hey! I said old man, can you not always be full of worms, this young master is hungry" Sitting at a dining table, Yang Lei said in a natural tone.

Asimov shook his heavy head and shuffled to the back kitchen.

"The white-eyed wolf who can't be fed, every time you spend the living expenses that Lao Tzu gives you, you come back to eat......"

Yang Lei lamented, his monthly salary is only 800 federal guilders, and he doesn't have enough food and drink on weekdays, thinking that he will have to work for Kelly in the future, he brazenly shouted: "Put more eggs, less salt!" ”

Moments later, a steaming bowl of fragrant egg noodles was served.

"I said, I'm your guardian, can you pay attention to your image!" Asimov looked like Yang Lei had fled and returned, and couldn't help but scold rudely.

After a storm, Yang Lei took a can of dark beer pushed over by Asimov, and said while drinking: "Don't rely on the old in front of me to sell the old!" Belch...... I'm here for your help. ”

"Looking for my help?" Asimov teased curiously: "There are not many opportunities for us to ask for help." Say, what is the matter with Lao Tzu? Didn't you make a chick's belly bigger, huh...... That's a good thing. ”

Ignoring Asimov's nonsense, Yang Lei said seriously: "Old and improper, do you know the ancient skeleton more than a hundred years ago? ”

"More than a hundred years ago...... Asimov showed a thoughtful expression, looked at Yang Lei and said with an affirmative look at him: "Could it be?" ”

"That's right! It's the kind of skeleton from the pre-solar storm stage, do you have a way to transplant it from a paralyzed mech? ”

"Skeleton transplantation? It's very difficult......"

"Huh...... It seems that Asimov, who was once hired by NASA as an honorary professor, is no more than that. ”

For Yang Lei's agitation Faasimov is obviously very useful, what he hates most in his life is that others doubt his profound knowledge, and he doesn't know if it is the effect of alcohol, he immediately blushed and said angrily: "You don't inquire, just skeleton transplantation is rare for my great master Asimov?" However, I have to warn you that it is not difficult to transplant a skeleton from the original body, but it is a futile effort without a new body to match. ”

"I still need to say it, but, if it were that simple, I wouldn't be looking for you?" Yang Lei rolled his eyes, and after he was full, he took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, but this did not affect the clarity of his speech at all.

"Remember the Phantom?" After speaking, he looked at Asimov solemnly and continued: "Suppose, if that ancient skeleton is transplanted into the phantom's body, is there a great degree of fusion? ”

"I've never thought about it." Asimov said, thinking for a moment, he frowned and said, "It seems that you still haven't come out of the shadow two years ago." ”

From childhood to adulthood, Asimov can be said to have taken good care of Yang Lei, and the only place to be sorry for him is probably the accident that happened two years ago. As the founder of the Storm series of mechas, the Phantom was designed by him, from the body to a screw inside, he carefully selected, but what he couldn't figure out was why the Phantom mecha had a mutation?

He has always believed in his design ability, but in the face of this dead knot, he has not completely untied it in the past two years, let alone Yang Lei, who has accumulated feelings with the phantom for many years to control it.

"Don't pretend here, it's like you're relieved" Yang Lei understands that from the position of the chief designer of the top scientific research institute in the federation to the point where he is now, such a huge gap The man in front of him can't feel much better, it can be said that this matter is a common pain in the hearts of the two.

"Okay, back to the point, to be serious, even if the phantom can fit that ancient skeleton, but now the phantom mecha has been completely destroyed by the Federation, and even the corpse can't be found, and now it's a fantasy to say this!"

"There is no body, we can build it ourselves" Yang Lei smiled mysteriously, and slowly, took out the forgotten movement from his pocket.

"What is this?"

"Phantom Movement!"

"Oh my God!" Asimov stood up suddenly, the alcohol suddenly evaporated in his brain, he was very conscious at this time, took the chip and stroked it while widening his eyes and asked, "How did you do it?" How could it be in your hands? ”

"A coincidence" Yang Lei said lightly, extinguished the cigarette butt, and asked, "How is it?" Now do you think it's still not a fantasy? ”

Upon hearing this, Asimov was silent.

"It's getting late, I'll come back tomorrow! I'll bring you that pile of rags when the time comes. Walking to the door, Yang Lei turned around and said, "Old guy, your craftsmanship has regressed!" ”

"No one dictates what you do, and you don't have to." Looking at Yang Lei standing in the distance, under the sunlight, the shadow was stretched slender.

"Hmm...... Again, the words of the mecha are still a dream. Some may be the sense of responsibility that comes with it, an inexplicable sense of responsibility, but ...... If you dream, then work hard to achieve it, and if you live, don't let yourself regret it. ”

"By the way, later...... Will also come to take care of your business often! ”

“fuck！”