I don't have autism

"Two... 20." The flat-headed boy gritted his teeth and exposed his family background. He originally only wanted to say [-], but when he saw that the number proposed by Takemoto was getting higher and higher, he felt that he was a bit stupid for not making it clear first. !

"Deal." Takemoto slapped his hands together, and with his own smiling voice, he put on the equipment in threes and fives. The climbing rope hung from the window, half of his body was already hanging in the air, and Takemoto's toes rested With a kick against the wall, he went down half a meter in an instant, and the smile on his face became sinister and frightening.

Just 20 yuan and you want him to work hard to catch the suspected son of the Atobu consortium?It's really unbelievable that such a low-level can find him. It's enough to hire a third-rate person for 20 yen. Why bother to find him? Yuan only.

He is not so stupid to offend the Jibu consortium for this money. Making money from both sides is his way of business.

The sixteenth floor...no abnormality.

Fifteenth floor...well...no abnormalities.

Fourteen floors... Thirteen floors...

The twelfth floor... Heh, there seems to be a piece of dust missing on this wall.

Takemoto's feet hooked to the wall, and he jumped into the balcony on the twelfth floor all at once, with very light steps.

Dilapidated bedding, messy potted plants fell into one piece...

Um?A mahogany square table covered with a satin tablecloth?A rattan chair.

"Hahaha..." Takemoto suddenly laughed softly, although it was extremely exaggerated, the voice was very soft.

The boy's heartbeat suddenly accelerated again, as if... he had been discovered!

Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, he shuddered, and then the tablecloth was lifted upwards, and a ray of dazzling sunlight shone into the boy's eyes, making his eyes a little dazed.

"The kitten has been caught." Takemoto grinned at the boy with a grin, for fear that others would not know how happy he was.

But the boy became even more nervous, but now, he has no choice but to escape.

The boy came out from under the table as if he was dying, stood up straight with his small body, his chin slightly tilted, and he smoothed his hair with his left hand, showing a gorgeous and flamboyant smile, trying to cover up his panic and despair.

"Ah, how much do you want?" The boy asked this sentence, waiting for Takemoto's answer, and calmed down a little because of his helplessness, the situation could not be worse than it is now.

"Little cat talks about money hurts feelings, don't you want to know how I found you here?" Takemoto waved his hand, sat on the wicker chair skillfully, and rubbed the boy's purple-gray slightly curly hair with one hand.

"Put down your unglamorous hand!" The boy stretched out his right hand in dissatisfaction, and slapped off the restless hand on his head, with an air of arrogance and inviolability.

"Little cat, it's not that you are not good at technology, it's just that you have bad luck. This house belongs to my cousin. If she sees her precious potted plants turn into the ghosts they are now, guess what she will do with it You?" Takemoto took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, put the key ring on his index finger and turned it around, feeling very leisurely.

The boy's desperately maintained smile dropped by an arc, and his eyes unconsciously avoided the plant forest that was specially arranged as an old storage room and ruined by him.

Takemoto stood up slowly from the rattan chair, inserted the key into the inner room window in slow motion, opened it, and made a gesture of invitation, beckoning the boy to enter the room.

But the boy was a little hesitant, he didn't understand what this man was going to do, what was his purpose, and if he entered this house, he would be in a cage, and he might never be able to escape.

"It's okay if you don't come in, the two guys upstairs will come down to look for it later." Takemoto took off his equipment, pulled out the pair of scissors from the boy with sharp eyes, and cut the seat belt with a "click", but he It took an extra section, anyway, this set of equipment is basically useless, and he doesn't care, it's still very simple for those people not to find this place.

After all, the two men upstairs didn't even have the courage to watch him from the window. The two soft-legged shrimp probably didn't notice his movements, and they probably thought it was impossible for him to escape.

The boy heard Takemoto's words, one and two, further new development and in situ despair, he can only choose the former without a doubt.

This is a room mainly made of mahogany, with a mahogany floor, a mahogany sofa, and a mahogany dining table. If a fire breaks out in such a room, it will be a bit bad.

Except for the red patch, there are clusters of green, all of which are plants of all kinds. There is an illusion of entering a primeval forest. The boy followed Bamboo and walked a few steps inside.

"My cousin is a weirdo, isn't she? It's a girl's family, and it's fine to raise some flowers, but the trees and grass that these old men play with. Sit as you like, and treat this as your own home." Takemoto said casually He took out the hawthorn from the kitchen drawer and soaked it in tea.

"Kang——" A glass was placed on the mahogany table.

"It's for you, it's not poisonous." Takemoto said that he took a sip of his cup first, and immediately frowned.

The boy didn't pick it up to drink, he didn't have the time to spare, of course what's more important!

He wouldn't drink such an unglamorous tea!

"Purpose." The boy said these two words abruptly. He really couldn't think of what this man was going to do. He was a weird person.

It's definitely even more strange than the hostess here. She drank desperately with a face so soured by hawthorn. It was clearly her cousin's house, but he had the key, yet he regarded this place as his own.

"I just want to make friends with your family. I'm not with those guys upstairs." Takemoto narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the boy's expression. An illegitimate child, but at this age... that boy from the Atobe family is not strong enough to be fully functional so early!

"You should go directly to your father about this matter." The boy did not relax after hearing such words, but was even more eager to find a way to escape.

"I think it will be easier for your father to pass the test if you please the little cat first, right?" Takemoto patted the boy's back with a smile, but it made the boy cough.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..." The boy coughed, but it seemed endless. Takemoto was anxious, afraid that people upstairs would hear him, so he covered the boy's mouth with his hand.

"Hey, why are you still sick, little cat?" Takemoto felt a little darkly that the matter seemed to be beyond his control.

You have the disease!Your whole family is sick!Grandpa Ben is a healthy and gorgeous child!

The boy was suffocated physically and mentally, and after a while he didn't move, and passed out.