Chapter 1960: Caught in the Lake (29)

At the same time (?), somewhere on the black market in Cairo, inside the base of the Melson Brotherhood.

"How? have you found anything?" asked Bedeville, who had waited patiently for about an hour, when he saw Academician Zust again.

"Well, I found something really interesting. Academician Zust hurriedly pushed the door in from outside the room, returned the little tiger's boots, and muttered: "First of all, the composition of this child's clothes is a kind of polymer, its structure is extremely complex, and it is estimated that it is impossible to find out its composition unless it is sent to a more high-end research institute for in-depth research." ＂

Bediwell took the boot, and there was a small mark of shaving at the bottom of the boot, and it wasn't cut off by a knife, because a normal knife wouldn't be able to do anything about it. According to the previous words of the academician, they should have used the technique of a laser carving knife to cut a little material on the boot for analysis.

"Polymer ......?" the werewolf young man asked curiously.

"Is it the same as rubber?" Lawrence on the side interjected as he lay on a couch with his legs crossed.

"It's a bit of a subtle statement. If you know organic chemistry, I can't explain it all. Academician Zust seemed to have something to say, and there was a hint of nerdy contempt for the illiterate in his tone: "But let's count it as a kind of rubber for the time being." And this substance is still pure silicon-based, that is to say, it is a kind of polymer silicone rubber. ＂

"So what exactly are you trying to say?" asked Bedwell, putting his boots back onto the sleeping Aubert's little feet.

"I can only say that this is not a polymer material that people in our time can produce and manufacture. The child's clothes and shoes are extremely heat-resistant, cold-resistant, breathable, insulating, cut-resistant, and surprisingly elastic. I really don't think that any country in the world has such a high black technology and has been able to produce such advanced polymer materials. ＂

"So, this little imp isn't Egyptian at all?"

"I don't even think this kid belongs to this era at all. Academician Zust boldly asserted: "Human science and technology are also developing rapidly. In another five or six hundred years, it is estimated that our scientific level will be able to develop the same fabric as the clothes on this child's body. ＂

"What? Do you think he might be someone from the future? No kidding. The werewolf youth couldn't help but want to laugh: "Do you want me to remind you, academician? If we travel from the past to the future, it is possible. But to bring matter from the future back to the past, this crossing requires more energy than all the energies in the universe combined. This child can't be someone from the future. ＂

"I'm just making a small assumption. Academician Zust shrugged his shoulders and said, "In any case, since the clothes he wore did not belong to this era, it is obviously impossible for us to infer his origin from the materials of his clothes." Maybe there will be some other clues. The details can only be known by sending the samples to more advanced research institutes for analysis. ＂

"You mean, you're going to have to wait a few more days. Bediwell then said unhappily.

"Maybe weeks, maybe even months. It takes a lot of time to completely analyze such a complex polymer material. Academician Zust smiled bitterly and said, "Let's bring this child back first." When the time comes, we will contact you, Mr. Bediwell. ＂

"Okay. Seeing that it was no longer possible to get any help from the Brotherhood, Bediwell could only sigh, and was about to go over and pick up the sleeping tiger boy, but Aubert squinted his eyes and woke up.

"Well...... where is the puppet?" he muttered, confused.

"I'll bring you to this Melson Brotherhood base and ask these uncles to help you find your mother. Bediwell replied, "Uncles are well-known and well-informed, and may know where your mother is." ＂

"Is it meow?" the little tiger got up and wagged his tail: "That meow uncle is so amazing." ＂

"Hey, lad. Lawrence also took the opportunity to approach Obert at this time, and asked seductively, "Since you have all come here, and your uncles have promised to help you find your mother." Can you describe a little bit of what your mother looks like, and maybe you can give some clues to your uncles. ＂

"Yes. Little Tiger sat on the edge of the table and kicked his legs mischievously, "Have a pen and paper, Meow? ＂

"Of course! Academician Zust took a notepad from his pocket and took out a pen.

Unexpectedly, the little tiger looked disgusted: "Oh, there is no large white paper meow? Even the pencil is wooden? Such a small piece of paper is not at all difficult for people to draw." ＂

Bediwell couldn't help but laugh.

"Then wait a minute, I'll get you paper and pencils. Academician Zust walked away a little depressed.

Bedwell and Lawrence looked at each other. The werewolf youth was curious about what the mysterious tiger boy's mother looked like. Zust said it so mysteriously that it made Aubert seem to be a person who had traveled from the distant future. But where did he actually come from? If you find clues about his mother, you might know a thing or two.

Ten minutes later.

"This ~ uh-huh, and then like this...... The little tiger drew on the white paper with great interest.

"Hmm...... Bediwell and the others also watched every stroke of Aubert's painting with great interest, and it was estimated that there had never been a child in this world who was so concerned by so many people when he was graffiti.

"What the hell!" Then the tiger boy was a little unhappy, "Uncle, you are staring at other people's paintings like this, people can't concentrate! Don't look at them, come and see them later!"

"Whew. Academician Zust held back a smile and walked away, "I'll get you something to drink." What is little Aubert going to drink? juice or soda?"

"The eldest brother said that he couldn't drink soda at night, because that carbon and acid would make his teeth fall out. The little tiger was unceremonious: "If you want juice, you can use lemon juice other than lemon juice, and I hate the smell of lemon the most." ＂

"Got it, I'll get you a glass of grape juice right away. "The academician walked away.

Said 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." ＂

Bediwell looked at the pale green inflatable drink, and immediately knew what it was: "Hey, why are you crazy with Logan?"

"The old mage said that if it could be sold for money in the Cairo market, he would give me ten percent of the profits. Lawrence grinned, "There is nothing wrong with the taste of the drink itself, and it does have the function of relieving the heat when you drink it, I think it will help us make a lot of money." ＂

"By the way, does this thing really have no side effects?" Bediwell couldn't help but be a little worried.

Lawrence put the green soda on the table: "Of course there are side effects. This is the first batch of products, and after drinking it, people will feel very sleepy. After my first tasting, I was so sleepy that I had to find a bed to sleep. ＂

Bediwell thought to himself, no wonder Lawrence had been missing since the evening, and did not appear in his room until the evening, when he was looking for him, and it turned out that this kid had been sleepy after drinking soda, and had been sleeping.

Lawrence then placed another bottle of pale brown soda next to the green soda: "And then this is a modified product. The old mage put a lot of caffeine in the soda, saying that it could counteract the effect of sleepiness, and also used dozens of fruit recipes to improve the aroma of the soda. He called this refreshing drink [Photon Coke]. Boss, wait and see, once I've sold all the Photon Coke samples to the Brotherhood, it's going to be a big hit. ＂

"I hope it doesn't kill anyone...... Bediwell muttered.

"You can't drink it, Photon Cola is popular all over the world. Aubert, who was drawing, suddenly muttered.

"What?"

"Well, no meow. It's just nonsense. The little tiger knew that he had said something he shouldn't have said, so he quickly stopped.

Bediwell couldn't help but frown, and looked at Aubert with confusion.

At this time, Academician Zust also came back with food: "Okay, here comes the grape juice you ordered." And donuts. ＂

"It's all sweet teeth?" Bediwell grumbled.

"It's nothing, just brush your teeth well at night. Well, I thought you were going to talk to coffee, what's that one on the table?" the academician noticed a green and brown bottle of soda on the table.

"This is a [Photon Coke] sample drink------ green is [sleep aid] flavor, brown is [refreshing flavor], welcome to try it. "Lawrence came up and started selling.

"Free? Zust took the brown bottle and poured it into his mouth, and after taking a big sip, he sighed, "Oh, oh, oh, all of a sudden, I feel cool!

Then he was going to touch the green bottle again.

"You can't drink that indiscriminately. Bediwell hurriedly said, "If you drink it, you will soon be sleepy." ＂

"We happen to have a colleague who has been working overtime for several days in a row, and he is so sleepy that he can't sleep. You can let him try this. ＂

"I have no opinion. Lawrence took a bite of the doughnut as he sipped his coffee, and the pink sugar on the doughnut stuck to the corner of his mouth: "The taste of sleep aid won't disappoint you." If you think it's good after drinking, remember to help spread the word. ＂

Bediwell didn't know where to start complaining.

"------Then again, young man, how is the drawing?" the academician asked the tiger boy again.

"Da Da, it's done!" The little tiger hastily finished a few strokes, and then held up the drawing paper for everyone to see: "This is the puppet mommy!"

"Is this?" Bediwell looked at the pointy-eared, long-haired, somewhat fierce, human-like thing on the paper. But apart from his pointed ears and long hair, he really couldn't see why.

"Is this a youkai?" Lawrence chuckled so hard that he almost didn't squirt out the food in his mouth.

"It's so rude! It's a puppet mommy!" said angrily, "It's so similar, why can't you meow understand it!"

"I thought your mother was, uh, a tigerman?" Bediwell 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 have children. Even if Obert's father was a tiger man, his mother must have to be an orc of another race, not a human. Bediwell and Lianyin have not had children for so many years, and their son is still adopted, which is what is the case. 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 an orc!" the little tiger unhappily raised the fur on his body: "Mommy is an elf! and a big beauty!"

"Elves?" Bediwell recognized the pointed ears on the painting, which turned out to be the ears of the elves. Although Little Tiger's drawings are really bad, he did do have the human features on his mother's face. In other words, his mother is really an elf, with long hair and a face that bears a very similar human face, except for pointed ears.

Nevertheless...... What the hell is going on with that fierce look. It's really a laugh to watch.

Bediwell turned his face away and snickered twice, then turned his head to look at Zust.

"His mom is an elf, and that's a useful clue. The academician tried to pretend to be serious and replied: "There are not many elves who have settled in Cairo, and we will definitely be able to find more clues by relying on the connections of the Brotherhood." Leave this to us. ＂

"Great. Bediwell chimed in, though he knew in his heart that it wouldn't be that simple. Perhaps, even if the identities of all the elves in Cairo and even in the whole of Egypt were investigated, none of the elves met the given criteria and were Obert's mother.

This tiger boy who fell from the sky came from an extremely mysterious place, and may have gone beyond the realm of [common sense].

"By the way," said Bediwell, "you don't happen to know your mother's name, do you?"

"Well," Little Tiger shook his head, "Big Brother never mentioned it, and Mommy herself refused to say it." ＂

"This ...... ＂

"But Aubert had seen Mommy talking to an uncle with a telescope before, and if you look at the shape of your mouth, that uncle seems to have asked Mommy to do it, uh------ summer------ uh,------ uh------ uh. ＂

He may not know lip language, but he looked closely, and he was trying to reproduce what he was seeing.

Bediwell's face suddenly became gloomy, perhaps just intuition, perhaps sounding stupid, but he tentatively asked, "Could it be, [Chanel]?"

"Oh, yes, it's [Chanel]!"

The little tiger rechecked the pronunciation, "That's right, Mommy's name seems to be [Chanel]!"

Bediwell gasped.