Chapter 1960: Capture and Trap in Huguang Twenty-nine
At the same time (?), somewhere in the Cairo black market, inside the base of the Meyerson Brotherhood.
"How is it? Did you find anything?" After waiting patiently for about an hour, Bedivere asked when he saw Academician Zuster again.
"Well, I found some very interesting things." Academician Zuster hurriedly opened the door from outside the room and returned the little tiger's boots. He muttered: "First of all, the child's clothes are made of a kind of
The structure of high-molecular polymers is extremely complex. It is estimated that it is impossible to find out its ingredients without sending it to a more high-end research institute for in-depth research."
Bediwell took over the boot. There was a small mark on the bottom of the boot, and it was not cut off by a knife, because ordinary tools could not do anything with it. According to what the academician said before, they should have used a laser engraving knife.
The technology chipped away a bit of material from the boot for analysis.
"Polymer?" the werewolf young man asked curiously.
"Is it just like rubber?" Lawrence aside, lying on a sofa with his legs crossed, interjected.
"This statement is a bit subtle. If you understand organic chemistry, I can't explain everything clearly." Academician Zuster seemed to have something to say, with a vague contempt for the illiterate from nerds in his tone: "But let's just say it for the time being.
Generally speaking, it can be regarded as a kind of rubber. Moreover, this material is purely silicon-based, which means it is a kind of polymer silicone rubber."
"So what exactly are you trying to explain?" Bedivere asked as he put his boots back on the sleeping Obert's little feet.
"I can only say that this is not a polymer material that people of our time can produce. The clothes and shoes on this child have extremely excellent heat resistance, cold resistance, breathability, insulation, cut resistance, and its elasticity
It’s amazing. I really don’t think any country in the world has such high black technology and can produce such advanced polymer materials.”
"So, this kid is not Egyptian at all?"
"I even think that this child does not belong to this era at all." Academician Zuster boldly asserted: "Human science and technology is also developing rapidly. In another five or six hundred years, it is estimated that our scientific level will be able to develop
It’s the same fabric as the clothes on this child.”
"What? Do you think he might be someone from the future? Stop joking." The werewolf youth couldn't help but laugh: "Do you want me to remind you, academician? It is impossible for matter to travel through time. If matter is transported from the past to the
The future is somewhat possible. But bringing matter from the future back to the past requires more energy than the total energy in the universe. This child cannot be someone from the future."
"I just made a small assumption." Academician Zuster shrugged and said, "Anyway, since the clothes he is wearing do not belong to this era, then we can deduce his origin from the material of his clothes.
Obviously it is impossible. There may be other clues. We can only know the details by sending the samples to higher-end research institutes for analysis."
"You mean, we have to wait for a few more days." Bedivere said unhappily.
"Maybe a few weeks, or even a few months. It takes a lot of time to completely analyze such a complex polymer material." Academician Zuster said with a wry smile: "Let's take this child back first. When the time comes, we will naturally
Will contact you, Mr. Bedivere."
"Okay." Seeing that it was impossible to get any help from the Brotherhood, Bedivere could only sigh. Just as he was about to pick up the sleeping Khajiit boy, Obert narrowed his eyes.
Wake up.
"Huh? Where are I?" he muttered with a confused look on his face.
"I brought you here to the base of the Meyerson Brotherhood and asked these uncles to help you find your mother." Bedivere then replied: "The uncles are very well-connected and well-informed. They may know where your mother is."
Woolen cloth."
"Is it a meow?" The little tiger got up and shook his tail: "Then uncle meows are so awesome."
"Hey, young man." Lawrence also took the opportunity to approach Obert at this time and asked in a coaxing way: "Since you are here, and your uncles have agreed to help you find your mother, can you describe a little bit what your mother looks like?
What does it look like? Maybe it can provide some clues to the uncles."
"Okay." The little tiger sat on the edge of the table and kicked his legs playfully, "Do you have paper and a pen? Obert can draw what mommy looks like."
"Of course! Here it is for you." Academician Zuster took out a notepad and a pen from his pocket.
Unexpectedly, the little tiger looked disgusted: "Hey, there is no big piece of white paper? Not even a pencil? Such a small paper is not suitable for people to draw on."
Bedivere couldn't help but laugh.
"Then wait a moment, I'll get you paper and pencils." Academician Zuster left a little depressed.
Bedivere and Lawrence looked at each other. The werewolf youth was very curious about what the mother of this mysterious tiger man looked like. Zuster said it so mysteriously that it made Obert seem to have traveled from the distant future.
But where did he actually come from? If we find clues about his mother, we might be able to figure it out a little bit.
Ten minutes later.
"Like this, uh, uh, then like this," the little tiger drew on the white paper with great interest.
"Huh huh" Bedivere and others also looked at every stroke of Obert's drawings with great interest. It is estimated that there has never been a child in the world who has been paid so much attention to by so many people while graffiti.
"What the hell!" Then the tiger man boy became a little unhappy, "Uncle, you guys are staring at people painting like this, they can't concentrate! Don't look at them, come back to see them later!"
"Huh." Academician Zuster held back his laughter and walked away, "I'm going to get you something to drink. What would little Obert want to drink? Juice or soda?"
"My eldest brother said you can't drink soda at night. The acid in the carbon will make all your teeth fall out." Little Tiger said bluntly: "As for juice, any juice other than lemon juice is fine. I hate the smell of lemon the most."
"I understand, I'll get you a glass of grape juice right away." The academician walked away.
"Speaking of soda." Lawrence also took out two glass bottles from his pocket at this time: "I almost forgot, the old mage asked me to help distribute this."
Bedivere looked at the light green aerated drink and immediately knew what it was: "Hey, why are you also crazy with Logan and the others?"
"The old master said that if this can be sold in the market in Cairo, he will give me 10% of the profit." Lawrence grinned and said: "There is nothing wrong with the taste of the drink, and drinking it does have the effect of relieving heat.
I think this can help us make a lot of money."
"Does this thing really have no side effects?" Bedivere couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Lawrence put the green soda on the table: "Of course there are side effects. This is the first batch of products. People will feel very sleepy after drinking it. I was so sleepy after the first trial that I had to find a bed to sleep.
Already."
Bedivere thought to himself, no wonder Lawrence had been missing since the evening and didn't show up in his room until looking for him at night. It turned out that this kid was sleepy after drinking soda and had been sleeping.
Then Lawrence placed another bottle of light brown soda next to the green soda: "Then this is an improved product. The old master put a lot of caffeine in the soda, saying it can offset the sleepiness effect, and also used dozens of
The fruit formula improved the aroma of the soda. He called this refreshing drink [Photon Coke]. Just wait and see, boss, after I sell all the photon Coke trial drinks to the fraternity people, it will definitely become
Very popular."
"I hope no lives will be lost," Bedivere muttered.
"You won't die if you drink it, Photon Coke is popular all over the world." Obert, who was drawing, suddenly muttered.
"What?"
"Uh, it's nothing. I'm just talking nonsense." The little tiger knew that he said something he shouldn't have said, so he quickly stopped.
Bedivere couldn't help but frown and looked at Obert with doubt.
At this time, Academician Zuster also came back with food: "Okay, the grape juice you ordered is here. There are also donuts."
"Are they all too sweet?" Bedivere couldn't help complaining.
"It's nothing. Just brush your teeth at night. Well, I thought you were going to drink coffee. What's that on the table?" The academician noticed a green bottle and a brown soda on the table.
"This is the trial drink of [Photon Coke]. The green one is [sleep-aid flavor], and the brown one is [refreshing flavor]. You are welcome to try it." Lawrence came up and started selling.
"Free? That's great." Zuster picked up the brown bottle and poured it into his mouth. After taking a big sip, he sighed, "Oh, oh, suddenly I feel cool and comfortable all over my body! Good stuff.
!"
Then he planned to touch the green bottle again.
"You can't drink that randomly." Bediwell said hurriedly: "You'll feel sleepy immediately if you drink it."
"We happen to have a colleague here who has been working overtime for several days and is too sleepy to sleep. We can let him try this."
"I have no objection." Lawrence took a bite of the donut while drinking coffee. The pink sugar on the donut stuck to the corner of his mouth: "The sleep aid taste will not disappoint you. If you feel good after drinking it,
Remember to help spread the word."
Bediwell doesn't know where to start complaining.
"By the way, young man, how's your painting going?" The academician turned to ask the tiger boy.
"Da da, the painting is done!" The little tiger finished it with a few hasty strokes, and then raised the drawing paper for everyone to see: "This is my mommy!"
"Is this?" Bedivere looked depressingly at the pointed ears and long hair in the drawing, which was a bit fierce and vaguely human-shaped. But other than the pointed ears and long hair, he really couldn't see anything.
Come up with a reason.
"Is this a monster?" Lawrence had such a hard time holding back his laughter that he almost spit out the food in his mouth.
"It's so rude! This is my mommy!" the little tiger said angrily: "The drawings are so similar, why can't you understand!"
"I thought your mother was, uh, a tiger?" Bedivere then asked: "Or at least an orc? But I've never seen an orc like this."
Because it is impossible for humans and orcs to intermarry and give birth to children. Even if Obert's father is a tiger man, his mother must be an orc of another race and cannot be a human. Bedivere and Lianyin have been arguing for so many years.
If there is no child, the son is still adopted, that's what it is. Unless Obert's mother was not the child's biological mother in the first place, but just adopted the tiger boy. God knows.
"Who said that Obert's mommy is from an orc!" The little tiger raised his hair unhappily: "Mommy is an elf! And she is a great beauty!"
"Elf?" Bedivere then recognized the pointed ears on the painting. They turned out to be the ears of elves. Although the painting by the little tiger was really bad, he at least painted the human features on his mother's face.
Come out. In other words, his mother is really an elf, with long hair and a face very similar to that of a human, except for the pointed ears.
Even so, what's going on with that fierce look? It makes me laugh every time I see it.
Bedivere turned his face away and snickered twice, then turned his head to look at Zuster.
"His mother is an elf. This is a useful clue." The academician tried to pretend to be serious and replied: "There are not many elves settled in Cairo. We will definitely be able to find more clues by relying on the connections of the Brotherhood."
Leave this matter to us."
"Great." Bedivere agreed casually, although he knew very well that things would not be that simple. Perhaps, even if the identities of all the elves in Cairo, or even the entire Egypt, were investigated, there would not be a single elf.
Meets the given conditions and is Obert's mother.
This young tiger man who fell from the sky came from an extremely mysterious place, and may have gone beyond the scope of "common sense".
"By the way," Bediwell said, "You don't happen to know your mother's name, do you?"
"Well," the little tiger shook his head: "Big brother has never mentioned it, and mommy herself refused to say it."
"this"
"But Obert used the telescope to see Mommy talking to an uncle before. Judging from the mouth movements, the uncle seemed to ask Mommy to do, uh, uh, um, uh."
He may not understand lip reading, but he looked very carefully and tried hard to recreate what he saw at that time.
Bedivere's face suddenly turned gloomy. Maybe it was just intuition, maybe it sounded stupid, but he still tentatively asked: "Could it be, [Chanel]?"
"Oh, that's right, it's [Chanel]!"
Little Tiger checked again according to the pronunciation, "Yes, Mommy's name seems to be [Chanel]!"