Chapter 42: chapter 42

Asa squeezed the manuscript tightly, and the slightly yellowed paper page depicts a closely linked mechanical sketch. Every part of the above is designed to be ingenious. If it is misaligned by one millimeter, the entire machine will lose its working ability.
Garr rested his head on Asa's knee, and looked down at Asa's manuscript with his eyelids down, "Dad, what's this?"
"..."
Asa didn't answer Garr's question, and still looked at the blueprint in his hand, staring blankly.
In the whole machine, every connection perfectly works in his eyes.
Asa slowly closed his eyes and listened to the sound of a
click
from the ears. He could even imagine the trajectory of each part's rotation and the role of each part ...
Garr, who was lying on his knees, stared at Asa with a deep look, his lips slowly closed, and the little hand hanging on his side appeared a white shimmer.
The white light dots flickered, and flew into Asa's eyebrow at a fast speed, and disappeared.
"Well."
Asa immersed in the sketch, shocked, and leaned on the back of the chair with one hand stuck to the temple.
The body twitched slightly.
The brain was painful even with the skull, as if many things were tucked in hardly by people, and countless and disorderly memories suddenly appeared in his brain.
But what those memories were, Asa was no longer able to identify, because the dull pain in the skull had quickly swept away and devoured his consciousness.
There was whiteness in front of him, and Asa wanted to open his eyes, but only saw a white thing.
"Dad?" Gal held up Asa's shoulders a little, and his face was full of worry. "Dad? Does it hurt?"
Garr lowered his body and put his cheek on Asa's forehead. The soft and cold touch successfully relieved Asa's painful brain.
"Dad, don't be afraid, there is Gal." Gal's little hand clutched Asa's neck, and his forehead was against the other's forehead.
Asa opened his eyes and stared blankly at the white light in front of him. Gal's voice seemed to come from far away, but this voice was soon covered by other mixed voices ...
"Teacher, my dream is to be someone like you."
"Teacher, wait for me to take home the trophy of Meronin Magic."
"Teacher, wouldn't it be better to put this part? And the lid, it doesn't seem to be good."
...
Many complicated mechanical ideas and messy mechanical sketches suddenly appeared in Asa's brain.
After a long time, the sounds faded as quickly as the tide, and Gal's worried voice came in again.
"Dad? Don't leave Gall, Daddy ..."
Asa raised his hand and touched Gal's fur, and said dryly, "It's all right, Dad is just ..."
There were so many memories of abruptly coming in, Asa's head seemed to have some convulsions, "Daddy just had a headache." He subconsciously explained "Yes, it's just a headache."
Holding Gal in his arms weakly, Asa's breathing became quick.
Those memories just sorted out, his head seemed to be filled with countless mechanical parts.
These things are moving in sequence in his skull, like a part of his body, and he is composed of these sophisticated instruments.
"Dad? You said something about the teacher just now." Gal clasped his head on Asa's shoulder, and his voice was still a little scared. "Dad is Gal alone."
"Um." Asa closed her eyes and replied casually. These memories were obviously Mu Yuan, but why are there only the memories of mechanical parts?
Is it because I saw the sketch myself?
Does the previous memory need to be touched with Mu Yuan to unlock it?
This problem was not figured out until Asa returned to Las Vegas, but at least Asa was certain that he was Mu Yuan.
The dark-haired man who appeared in his memory was his past.
In the afternoon in Las Vegas, the sun was just right. Asa held a pen and sat on a chair, and lowered his head to draw something on the paper.
"Dad, what are you drawing?" Gal lay on the desk in the room, holding his chin and asking, "What is this side?"
"Mechanical shaft."
Asa returned the sentence without raising his head. The mechanical concept in the memory was amazing, and people could not help but immerse themselves in it.
After different mechanical gears are matched together, the composition of the mechanical uses is also different.
Asa was interested in them and couldn't help but want to draw all the mechanical ideas in his brain.
Today is the day he promised to give Mr. Tony a stage mechanical draft.
The neglected Gall is not noisy, the baby sitting at the desk is quiet and disgusting, the green pupil fixedly looks at the man immersed in his own world, with some impenetrable emotion in his eyes.
Asa, who kept drawing mechanical sketches, did not find that the sun outside the window was setting a little ...
"Well." The door was knocked abruptly, and Lyle's voice came in from outside the door. "Sir, are you there?"
Asa got up and opened the door. Lyle outside the door wore a short-sleeved T-shirt, and her red hair looked shiny. "Huh? It looks like your cousin took good care of you."
Lyle's cheery face suddenly faded. "Oh lord, can I apply to move to you? In fact, living with him is really ..."
"What is it?" Seaman stood behind Lyle with a gentle face, and asked slowly, "Are you dissatisfied with living with me? My cousin."
"..." Lyle snorted instantly.
Asa raised an eyebrow. "You came to me just to change the room? Sorry, I don't want to live with the bats." I just want to close the door.
"Oh no, no, sir, of course I have something else for you." Lyle jammed the door and said hurriedly, "Allen has something for me to give you."
After that, he handed Asa a piece of paper, "He seems to be back in Hollywood, and said that Alice was looking for him back. Actually, you two were called, but you are not here."
Asara opened the door and took the paper in the other's hand. There was only one sentence on it, ‘Look for Ellen when you have something. ’
"..."
Asa frowned, looking at the words on the note and thinking about it for a while, "I do have something to find Tony." Put the note in your pocket and walk back into the room. "You take care of Gal for me . "
Going to the desk, Asa sorted out the stack of drawings he just drew and put them in a document bag. He lifted Gal with one hand and put it on the sofa, leaving a bland expression, "He needs milk."
--Snapped.
Lyle and Seaman stood in the room, gazing at each other, and Lyle frantically said, "I seem to be just sending a message, why should I take care of the child for him?"
Gal Gou, who was sitting on the couch, smiled and stared straight at Lyle. "In fact, I have something to find you alone."
While talking, Gal raised his finger and drew a circle in the air. The picture enclosed in it seemed to disappear out of thin air, leaving nothing but a black hole.
Garr's short hand penetrated into the black hole, and found a delicate silver box. "Give this to Asa, it is said to be a gift to supply me."
Himan turned to the silver box, and looked at Gal strangely, "... His Highness Satan, you are the first one to give yourself a gift."
"Actually, this is what Asa sent me." The silver-haired baby's light eyebrows ticked, and he looked at Himan seriously, "This is his."
Lyle stood side by side, full of interest, and in fact he was also curious about what the identity of Lord Asa was, grabbing his head and grabbing the box in Himan's hand.
"Snapped."
The silver box was opened, and Shiman and Lyle were stunned--
"Mr. Tony, are you there?" Asa stood in front of the chairman's office and knocked. "I'm Asa."
"Please come in." Thanks for your voice looking tired.
Asa entered the door, and saw Tony reviewing the documents. "The chairman is really serious." He looked up at the wall clock. "It's time to eat and still look at the documents. In fact, I always thought you lived wantonly. "
Tony didn't look up and said, "Well, I've made an appointment with McGrady, but I haven't finished my job. It seems to be a good appointment." It's not because your show is so hot that I won't be so busy, Mr. Asa. "
Asa sat on a chair at her desk and smiled.
Tony raised his corners slightly, "Is there anything wrong with Mr. Asa coming to me at this point? I heard you went to New York."
"I'm back in the morning, I'll give you this." Asa put her folder on the desk and said with a chuckle, "I'm sure someone will like him if you install this under the stage."
Tony lowered the pen in his hand, picked up the file and flipped it up. The whole office was silent for a while.
After a while, Tony read a five-page mechanical draft and looked at Asa with his chin, "Did you all draw it?"
"Yes, sir." Asa chuckled her lips and smiled slightly, and the blue eyes of the lake calmly looked back at Tony.
"It's very good. It seems I need to look at you again, Mr. Asa." Tony was confirmed by the other party and said seriously, "Although I didn't understand."
"..." Asa narrowed his eyes, glanced at the wall clock, and ten minutes had passed.
"Sorry, I have expertise, I don't understand these." Tony's face was ashamed. "I just enjoy Mr. Asa's eyes when he focused on me."
"However, Mr. Asa is assured that I will put these things on stage exactly as they are."
Asa stared blankly at Tony. "I made some changes to the machine and they will like it."
Tony put down the file and continued to look down at the file. "Your show is scheduled for two weeks. You want to come up with the magic structure yourself or the company. In fact, I suggest you arrange it yourself." Tony paused, Looking up at Asa, "Although your premiere is out of the script, it is even more exciting, and Alice and I are willing to give you power."
"Thank you, then I'm leaving, and I will write a plan for the show." Asa stood up and walked out of the office.
Standing at the door of his room, Asa was about to twist the door handle, and heard Lyle's voice in the room twitched--
"Oh my of darkness, is he ?!"
The author has something to say: sorry! !! late! !! !! !!
QAQ My brain was infused with something weird and weird, causing Cavern to be severe. . Only 500 words were uttered in an hour.
painful. .
In addition, this article has nothing to do with the right wing of the gods. Please be kind to your readers. Do n’t put the settings there.
I'll be very troubled, kneeling thanks to two articles that have nothing to do with it. . . .