Chapter 1960: Captured by Huguang (29)

Chapter 1960 is trapped in Lake Light twenty-nine
At the same time (?), somewhere in the black market in Cairo, the base of the Melson Brotherhood.
"How? What did you find?" The waiter waited for about an hour, and Bedyville asked when he saw Suzter.
"Well, I found some very interesting things." Academician Zuster hurriedly pushed in from the outside of the room and returned the tiger's boots back. He said, "First of all, the clothes that make up the child are a kind of High-molecular polymer, whose structure is extremely complicated, is not sent to more advanced research institutes for in-depth research, and it is estimated that it is impossible to ascertain its composition."
Bedyville took the boots, and there was a small trace of the bottom of the boot that was cut off, and it wasn't cut by the cutter, because the ordinary cutter couldn't help with this stuff. According to the previous academicians, they should use the technique of laser engraving knife to cut a little material on the boots for analysis.
"Polymer?" The Werewolf youth asked curiously.
"Is it the same as rubber?" Lawrence cocked his legs on a sofa, and interrupted.
"This statement is a bit subtle. If you understand organic chemistry, I can't make it clear." Academician Zuster seems to have something in his words. The tone is vaguely scornful with the nerds: "But we are temporarily It is generally considered a kind of rubber in general terms. And this substance is pure silicon based, that is to say it is a high molecular silicone rubber."
"So what do you want to say?" Biddiville asked as he put his boots back on the sleeping little foot of Ober.
"I can only say that this is not a polymer material that can be produced by people of our time. The clothes and shoes of this child have extremely excellent heat resistance, cold resistance, breathability, insulation, cut resistance, and its elasticity. It’s amazing. I really don’t think that any country in the world has such a high level of black technology that it has been able to produce such advanced polymer materials.

"So, this little devil is not an Egyptian at all?"
"I even think that this child does not belong to this era at all." Academician Zuster boldly asserted: "Human technology is also developing at a rapid pace. After another five or six hundred years, it is estimated that our scientific level can be developed. The same fabric as the clothes on this child."
"What? Do you think he might be a person from the future? Don't be kidding." The Werewolf youth can't help but laugh: "I want to remind you, academician? Material is impossible to travel through time. If you pass the material from the past to the past In the future, there is a possibility. But bringing the material back to the past from the future, this traversal requires more energy than the sum of all the energy in the universe. This child cannot be a person from the future."
"I am just a little hypothetical." Academician Zuster shrugged and said: "In any case, since the clothes he wears are not of this era, then we speculate on the source of his clothes, Obviously it is impossible. There may be other clues. In detail, we can only know by sending the samples to a higher-end research institute."
"You mean, you have to wait a few more days." Bediville was not happy.
"Maybe it is a few weeks or even a few months. It takes a lot of time to analyze this complicated polymer material completely." Academician Zuster smiled bitterly: "Bring this child back first. The time is right for us." Will contact you, Mr. Bedieville."
"Okay." Seeing that it was impossible to get any help from the Brotherhood, Bedieville could only sigh and wanted to pick up the sleeping Tiger boy in the past, but Obert blinked. Woke up.
"Well? Where is it?" he muttered confusedly.
"I brought you to the base of the Melson Brotherhood, and let these uncles help you find your mother." Biddyville replied: "The uncles are very broad-minded and well-informed. Maybe you know where your mother is." It."
"Is it?" The little tiger climbed up and shook his tail: "The uncles are so powerful."
"Hey, boy." Lawrence also took the opportunity to come to Obert at this time and asked with enthusiasm: "Since you have come here, and the uncles promised to help you find your mother. Can you describe a little about your mother?" What about it? Maybe you can give clues to your uncles."
"Yes." The little tiger sat on the table and kicked his neck in a playful manner. "Is there a paper and a pen? Obert can draw the look of Mommy."
"Of course! This is for you." Academician Zuster took out a notepad from his pocket and took out a pen.
I didn't expect the little tiger to look aside: "Hey, there is no big white paper? Even the pencils are wooden? Such a small piece of paper is not worthy of painting."
Bedieville resisted not laughing.
"So wait a moment, I am going to get you paper and pencil." Academician Zuster walked a little depressed.
Bedyville and Lawrence look at each other. The werewolf youth is very curious about what the mother of this mysterious tiger man looks like. It was so sinister that Zuster was so arrogant that it seemed that Obert was a person who had passed through the distant future. But in fact, where did he come from? If you find clues about his mother, you may be able to know a little about it.
ten minutes later.
"This way, um, um, then," the little tiger looked at his paintings on white paper with great interest.
"哼""Beddyville and others looked at each stroke of Albert's painting with enthusiasm. It is estimated that there has never been a child in the world who has been so watched by so many people during graffiti.
"What's the matter!" Then the Tigerman is a little unhappy. "Uncle, you are staring at people's paintings like this, people can't concentrate! Don't look at it, wait a minute to see it!"
"Call." Academician Zuster held back and laughed. "I'll go get some drinks for you. What does Little Ober want to drink? Juice or soda?"
"Big brother said that you can't drink soda at night. What kind of carbon is sour will make your teeth lose light." The little tiger is not welcome: "If you drink juice, you can use it other than lemon juice. I hate the taste of lemon."
"Understood, get a glass of grape juice right away." The academician walked away.
"Speaking of soda." Lawrence also took two bottles of glass from his pocket at this time: "I almost forgot, the old wizard asked me to help distribute this."
Bedyville looked at the light green inflated drink and immediately knew what it was: "Hey, how come you are crazy with them?"
"The old Master said that if this money can be sold in Cairo's market, it will be divided into 10% of the profits." Lawrence grinned. "The taste of the drink itself is no problem, and drinking does have the function of relieving heat. I think this can help us make a profit."
"Is there really no side effect to this stuff?" Bettiville couldn't help but worry.
Lawrence put the green soda on the table: "There are of course side effects. This is the first batch of products. People will feel particularly sleepy after drinking. I am sleepy and find sleep immediately after I try it." It is."
auzw.com Bediville’s heart was dark, and it’s no wonder that Lawrence hadn’t seen anyone since the evening, until he found him in his room in the evening. It’s been a sleepy boy who drank soda. I have been sleeping.
Then Lawrence put another bottle of light brown soda next to the green soda: "Then it is an improved product. The old master put a lot of caffeine in the soda, saying that it can offset the effect of the distress, and also use dozens of The fruit formula has improved the aroma of soda. He called this refreshing drink [Photon Coke]. You wait for the boss, wait for me to sell the photonic cola test drink to the Brotherhood, it will definitely Very popular."
"I hope that you don't want to make a life." Biddyville shouted.
"Drinking is not dead, photon cola is popular all over the world." While painting, Ober suddenly sighed.
"what?"
"Oh, nothing. Even if you say it, you are embarrassed." The little tiger knew that he had said something he shouldn’t say and quickly stopped.
Bedyville couldn't help but frown, looking at Obert with doubt.
At this time, the academician Zuster came back with food: "Okay, the grape juice you ordered is coming. There are doughnuts."
"Is it something sweet?" Bettiville couldn't help but spit.
"Nothing, just brush your teeth at night. Well, I thought you were going to have coffee and what was on the table?" The academician noticed a bottle of green bottle of brown soda on the table.
"This is a test drink for [Photon Coke] - green is [Helping Sleeping Taste], brown is [ Refreshing Taste], welcome to try it." Lawrence started to sell.
"Free? Great." Zuster picked up the brown bottle and poured it into his mouth. After a big drink, he sighed [ah], "Oh, oh, suddenly I feel cool and comfortable! Good things." !"
Then he plans to touch the bottle of green.
"That can't be drunk." Biddiville said hurriedly: "It will be sleepy immediately."
"We have a colleague who has been working overtime for several days, and is too sleepy. Let him try this."
"I don't have any opinions." Lawrence took a bite of a donut while drinking coffee. The pink sugar on the doughnut stuck to his mouth: "The sleep aid taste will not disappoint you. After drinking it, feel good." Remember to help with more publicity."
Bedyville doesn't know where to start to spit.
"--Say, the young man, how is the painting?" The academician turned to ask the tiger boy.
"Hey, draw it!" The little tiger grass is a finishing touch, and then the paper is lifted up for everyone to see: "This is the occasional mom!"
"Is this?" Bettiville looked depressed at the pointed ear, long hair, a bit fierce, and faintly shaped. But apart from the sharp ears and long hair, he really can't see why.
"Is this a monster?" Lawrence grinned so hard that he almost didn't spit out the food in his mouth.
"Too rude! This is a mummy!" The little tiger angered: "The pictures are so vivid, you can't understand it!"
"I thought your mother should be, hey, the tiger?" Biddyville asked: "Or at least the orc? But I have never seen this orc."
Because humans and orcs are impossible to marry and give birth to children. Even if Ober's father is a tiger, his mother must be an orc of other races, not human. Bedyville and Lianyin have no children for so many years, and the son still relies on adoption, which is the case. Unless Obert’s mother was not the mother of the child, she only adopted the tiger boy. God knows.
"Who said that Obermock's mommy is an orc!" The little tiger unhappyly cocked his hair: "Mummy is an elf! And it's a big beauty!"
"Elves?" Betdiville recognized the pointed ears, which were the ears of the elves. Although the paintings by Little Tigers are really bad, he is so good at drawing the human characteristics on his mother's face. That is to say, his mother is really an elf, a long hair, the face and the human face are very similar, only the ears are pointed.
Still, what the fierce look is all about. I really laughed once.
Bedieville sneered two times in the face, then turned 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 who settled in Cairo. You can find more clues by the network of the Brotherhood." Let us do this."
"Great." Bedieville echoed his mouth, and although he was very clear in his heart, things would not be that simple. Perhaps even if the identity of all the elves in Cairo and even Egypt is investigated, no elf meets the given conditions and is the mother of Ober.
This tiger boy who descended from the sky came from an extremely mysterious place, perhaps beyond the scope of [common sense].
"By the way," Biddyville said, "You don't know exactly what your mother's name is?"
"Well," the little tiger shook his head. "The big brother never mentioned it, and Mommy refused to say it."
"This"
"But Obert had seen the Mummy talking to an uncle with a telescope. If you look at the mouth, the uncle seems to be called Mommy, oh--summer---------"
He may not understand the lips, but he looks very carefully, he is trying hard to reproduce what he saw at the time.
Bedyville's face suddenly became gloomy, maybe just instinct, maybe it sounded stupid, but he still tried to ask: "Isn't it, [Chanel]?"
"Oh, yes, it's [Chanel]!"
The little tiger re-converted according to the pronunciation. "Yes, Mommy's name seems to be called [Chanel]!"
Bedyville took a sigh of relief.