I don't have autism

The boy had been ill for three days, and now he returned home safely from the hospital, and was recuperating on the big bed of Ninzu Yushi. He stared at the ceiling for a few minutes and felt pain in his eyes, so he had to close them again. Still a little confused, if he remembered correctly, the date written on the medical record he saw was the wrong date on Uncle Renzu's clock.

And the doctors in the hospital would never write the wrong date so coincidentally. What is going on?The boy huddled under the quilt and lightly touched the pinholes on his left hand with his right hand. It felt a little painful. Putting his hand under the quilt caused the blood vessels to expand due to the heat, and it hurt, but when he put his hand outside the quilt, he didn't touch it. Feeling cold and uncomfortable again, the boy smiled helplessly and decided to squint for a while.

That day, the two people upstairs couldn't wait for the movement of Takemoto, so they could only look out the window. Looking at it this way, it was amazing!There are only two broken ropes left, and the two people are gone. If this is the midnight file, it will definitely be a horrifying horror story!But here is noon when the sun is still good, the two of them knew that something was wrong, but they didn't know what to do, so they could only retreat first, but...

"Ka——" the door was opened again, and Keigo Atobe and Yushi Ninzu faintly felt that something was wrong. They quickly ran into the house with their shoes on, and seeing a wall of roses, Yuji Ninzu's eyes twitched. It came from a certain young man, but there were obviously not only his and Xiaojing's footprints on the floor.

The two people in the room got a little anxious now, and immediately put on the rope, tied it to their bodies, and stopped climbing slowly, let go of their hands, descended a little, and hid on the balcony on the sixteenth floor.

When Atobe Keigo yelled and walked into the bedroom, his pupils shrank slightly.

"Ninzu Yuuji!" Atobe Keigo's voice was a little hurried, and Ninzu Yuuji hurriedly stopped his wild thoughts and ran to the room.

There was a pile of books scattered at the door, many of my clothes were scattered on the ground, the quilt on the bed was missing, and more importantly, a rope made of my clothes was tied to the foot of the bed, and it was connected to the window. Yushi was a little tangled and saw that there was no one they were looking for in the room.

"Xiaojing...is this kidnapping?" Yushi Ninzu looked at the police cars that had gathered outside the window at some point, unconsciously put on his glasses with his right hand and pushed them.

"That kid is gone!" Atobe Keigo held the window with one hand, leaned half of his body out of the window, trying to find some clues, but fortunately there was no corpse on the ground.

"Let's indulge in my master's beauty——" the doorbell rang suddenly. This was the first time Yushi Ninzu heard the doorbell. The whole heavy atmosphere was destroyed. The policeman probably came up. It seems that the The boy still has some brains.

Yushi Shinobu walked to the living room in a hurry, and suddenly he was caught by a hand stain left on the door, paying attention that he didn't touch the place with his hand, and opened the door, it turned out to be Mr. Police.

"It's Tokyo City..."

"Yes!" The policeman was interrupted by Ninja Yushi before he finished asking. There is no doubt that this is the scene of the crime, and it is messy enough.

"Mr. Policeman, according to my inference, the handprints on the door are probably left by the prisoner, and the two pairs of footprints in the house are not ours. Of course, the most important thing now is that the footprints in our house The child is missing, and it is very likely that he was kidnapped. There are two escape ropes on the indoor window, one of which should be used by the child, and the other is probably used by the prisoner when he escaped. There is no dead body, so I deduce that the prisoner and the child are still in this building, and I need to ask the policeman to assist in the investigation." Yushi Ninzuo was not polite, standing directly at the door and telling the policeman his inference After all, he had to find the boy quickly, he didn't want to see Xiaojing's nervous expression, and, if it was as he deduced, if the prisoner was still in this building, the boy would be in danger too.

"May I ask who you are?" Mr. Police looked at Yushi Ninzuzu with some doubts. After all, the call he received was from a child, and it was not that there were no examples of criminals pretending to be the owner of the house. It is best to be cautious in everything.

Yushi Ninzu had never encountered such a situation before, and it was a waste of time to doubt his identity.

"Ah, my uncle is the heir of the Atobe Foundation. Haven't you seen it on TV? What are you dawdling about? Go search the building!" Keigo Atobe had already calmed down, his deep blue eyes cast a piercing light, staring at Mr. Police got chills for a while.

"Atobe, Master Atobe, let's go search the building." The policeman has indeed seen Keigo Atobe on TV, and he also knows that Keigo Atobe is not easy to mess with. The grandson of Director Tezuka Motobe alone has a relationship with him. origin.

"Xiaojing..." Yushi Ninzu hesitated to speak, looked at Keigo Atobe for a while, and finally stopped talking.

"Huh? Put away that unglamorous expression for me, that kid won't be so weak." Keigo Atobe frowned slightly, his eyes were full of worry and eagerness, but what came out of his mouth was the opposite. .

On the side of the boy who passed out from being muffled, Takemoto was in a mess, patting and patting the boy's cheek, but there was no sign of waking up, even splashing water on it had no effect.

Takemoto made a phone call to his cousin, it was very inconvenient for him to be here, he had heard the sound of a police car just now, if someone came to search later, he really didn't know how to explain it here.

"Hey, Cousin Itagaki! Are you taking a lunch break now?" Takemoto asked flatteringly, hoping that the other party would not realize that he had caused a mess again.

Itagaki looked at Morikawa who bowed his head in front of him, and reluctantly slowed down his tone on the phone, but was as serious as ever.

"Cousin Takemoto, you broke something in my house again, just tell me!" The pretty brows raised slightly, with a look of habit.

"Cousin Itagaki, where did you say that? Don't I care about you?" Takemoto looked at the fallen trees and weeds on a balcony, and patted his head with a headache.

"Goodbye." Itagaki said this sentence again as usual, and it was specially used to lure her cousin to tell the truth, otherwise I don't know how much useless time I would waste.

"Hey! Wait! You'd better go home now, the police are coming." Naturally, Takemoto knew that his cousin wanted him to explain it quickly, but he had better come back and agree on the specific things. This call is... ...at risk of surveillance.

Itagaki looked at the phone he was hung up on, tried to maintain his demeanor as the chairman of the committee, raised his head slightly, and issued the final order to Morikawa, which was the release order.

"Morikawa, write a [-]-word self-criticism and hand it over to me tomorrow." He casually adjusted his skirt, adjusted his expression, and left the bathroom with ups and downs in his heart.