Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 336

Their daughter was born with Asperger's syndrome, but they never complained. In fact, they went out of their way to encourage her talents and abilities, making sure she shone brightly in the areas where she excelled.

What did they do to deserve this?

Was their daughter's mistake being too brilliant? Did her brilliance make her a target?

Leaning against the wall, I stiffened, then turned and walked back to my room, looking at Robin. "The girl who jumped, Leo's daughter, what was her special talent?"

"They say she had an extraordinary knack for numbers, spatial visualization a hundred times better than the average person. She could overlook the city, count every manhole cover, and recreate the entire urban landscape and its underground infrastructure on paper with uncanny accuracy."

Like computer-generated...

"What about the person they caught this time? Did his child go missing too?" I asked Robin anxiously.

Robin nodded. "It's a boy, born with autism, but he's obsessed with all sorts of insects and poisonous plants. He seems to have an innate interest in them, a sort of biology prodigy. He once slipped a toxin extracted from a toad into the water bottle of a bully, causing them to hallucinate and strip down to urinate in front of the whole class..."

I massaged my temples. "Toads?"

hushed tone. "They can secrete a sticky venom or release toxins from their skin. One is bufotenin, another is

I muttered

standout savants with Asperger's syndrome. I suspect they're still alive... at least, until the value they possess is fully exploited. Could it be that

clearly sharing

kids have anything in common?"

both participated in a Genius Contest," Robin said with a shrug. "I've been looking into that contest. It was run by a group

investigating the organization behind that

his current lack of official power, his investigation

bit my fingernail in

seemed that the disappearance of these young geniuses, the murder and disposal of their parents —victims used as pawns—pointed to a

rest. You look terrible," Stella said, concern etched in her

paused for a

victims had sought a private tutor for their children. This tutor was Phoebe,

a case of mistaken identity,

frozen,

the disappearance of