A prince from a certain American comic book

Ike blinked, his eyes perfectly conveying the state of a child with amnesia.

In terms of acting skills, besides actors who specialize in acting, there are also kings.

Ike felt his acting was impeccable.

Looking into Ike's deep blue eyes, filled with confusion and bewilderment, the female investigator's heart softened, and she asked softly, "Do you remember anything?"

Ike lowered his head, and after a long while, he looked at the female investigator and shook his head, indicating that he didn't remember anything at all.

The female investigator turned to her colleague and asked, "Where is the driver who hit the person?"

“It’s inside the police station,” the male investigator said. “Should we call our colleagues from the case handling team over?”

The female investigator nodded.

In the country, in any case involving children, whether it is a federal or local case, as long as children are involved, child protection agencies are involved. Even if parents physically punish their children, child protection agencies will do their best to determine the extent of the violation committed by the parents.

In the eyes of child protection agencies, there are only children. Parents? Mayors? Governors? They simply don't exist...

The male investigator nodded, got out of bed, and walked outside.

The female investigator turned to look at Ike on the bed, took out a portable fingerprint scanner from her backpack, and said gently to Ike, "Don't be afraid, I will help you find your family."

Ike looked up at the female investigator, and then, under her expectant gaze, he nodded slightly without saying a word.

The female investigator's smile grew even brighter.

quite a while.

After the female investigator collected Ike's fingerprints, she glanced at the male investigator who had come back in.

"Does this office have the equipment we need?"

"There should be."

"That's good."

After nodding, the female investigator gently stroked Ike's blond hair and stood up, saying to the male investigator, "Then you wait here for the team members. I'll go back to my office first."

The male investigator nodded. He wanted to discuss "The Prince of a Certain American Comic" with more like-minded people.

Chapter 019: Ike's Kidnapping

When the gentle female investigator left the ward, Ike sensed something was amiss.

Without him.

Having an accurate and infallible intuition is also a required course for a qualified monarch. If it is a required course, then under the strict discipline of his sister Elsa, Ike must have gotten a perfect score in this course. Ninety-nine points is not enough; he must get a hundred points to graduate successfully.

Therefore, when the male investigator turned to look at him, Ike accurately caught the fleeting smug smile in the male investigator's eyes.

Shit, what's this guy up to?

While pretending to be an amnesiac child, Ike's mind raced.

next second.

Ike was taken aback. Jesus Christ? Could it be that he had encountered some perverted old man?

Everything has a cause and an effect. The reason why local child protection agencies are so powerful is because there are rampant crimes against children in the country. Otherwise, why would people criticize the police and sue the FBI, but no one criticizes the child protection agencies?

Shit.

Ekko thought fiercely to himself, "If this guy dares to throw his claws at me, I'll chop him up." Without revealing his innate abilities, Ekko would be timid when facing superhumans, but when facing ordinary people...

Ha ha.

After all, a king who has never been assassinated is not a good king, so learning how to defend against assassins is an elective course for any king.

Although Elsa, his sister, didn't require him to get a perfect score in the elective, Ike would always throw himself into the elective after finishing his required courses. His enthusiasm for the elective was beyond words.

only.

The male investigator made no further move after a fleeting look of smugness in his eyes.

But Jerry whispered in his ear that the two police officers who had been standing at the door had left.

Ike was deep in thought, his head bowed.

The person you're dating isn't a pervert, but rather someone who's very likely a sleuth.

Just then.

With a loud bang.

The ward door was pushed open, and two black men in hospital gowns walked in. One of them unfolded a snakeskin sack in his hand and walked towards Ike on the hospital bed.

"Meow!" Tom the cat, sitting upright on the bedside table, let out a shriek, his blue fur bristling instantly, making him look like a giant hedgehog.

The two black creatures stopped and stared at the big blue cat that was baring its sharp teeth at them.

The male investigator frowned and said, "What are you looking at? Hurry up, the child protection agency's office is just two blocks away."

The two black men puffed out their chests and slowly walked towards Ike on the hospital bed again.

Ike stood up, grabbed the ruffled Tom the cat, and leaned against the window, shouting in terror, "Don't come any closer!"

At the same time, Ike whispered to Talking Tom, "Don't do anything, let's see what they're planning to do."

Tom's sharp meow seemed to be protesting something.

Ike said, "Jerry the mouse can climb into my pocket and he'll be fine. Two mere slaves aren't worth exposing our identities for."

Jerry the mouse squeaked twice, then, in stealth mode, climbed directly into Ike's shirt pocket.

Then.

Just as Ike was about to scream for help, his face filled with terror as the two black men approached step by step.

"Meow."

"what."

"Damn it, this cat bit me."

"Crackling and popping..."

"……Meow!"

After a brief commotion, Talking Tom bit off a piece of flesh from the man who had come to help stop the male investigator, and then ran out through the half-open window.

As for Ekko?

Ike had already been stuffed into a snakeskin bag.

next second.

Ike felt as if he had been hoisted up and was inside a snakeskin bag. Ike looked utterly miserable. There was no doubt that he had been dragged into some kind of plot again.

Damn it.

He was doing just fine in the extraordinary world, spending his days either studying or being disciplined with sticks, so why did he immediately get caught up in all sorts of messy things as soon as he arrived in this ordinary world?

This in the end is why?

Without him.

Just after Talking Tom bit the investigator, Jerry the mouse in his pocket also discovered something from the two black guys.

This dark creature has two souls inside it.

What does that mean?

It means that the black guy is not the original black guy. The soul inside the black guy has been driven to sleep by another, and the body has been taken over by another soul.

only……

Is the spirit that took over the bird's nest an idiot?

Why take someone else's share? Why choose a black guy?

This is not because Ike is discriminatory; as a qualified king, one must be mindful of one's manner of speaking and actions.

But the outside world is what it is. Although the living conditions of the black guy have improved, how much have they improved?

Surely it couldn't be that the physical advantages of Black people attracted that soul that had taken over the bird's nest?

Amidst the jolts, bored anyway, Ike fell into deep thought, opened his memory bank, and began searching for movie plots he had seen that matched his current situation.

But in the end...

Even as he felt himself being thrown into the trunk with a thud, Ike still couldn't figure out what kind of undeserved misfortune had befallen him.

next second.

chug.

A shudder ran beneath him, and after smelling the odor of burning gasoline, the car started moving.

After half an hour.

When the female investigator, who had come back from the office with no results from the fingerprint comparison, was about to ask questions again, she had just opened the door when she saw her colleague lying not far away, clutching her bleeding forehead and groaning.

The female investigator was startled and quickly ran over, saying, "Jimmy, Jimmy, what's wrong?"

The male investigator named Jimmy, clutching his forehead in pain, pointed to the empty bed, then to the blood-stained window, and said, "Claire, that little guy commanded his blue cat to attack me and then escaped through the window."

The female investigator named Claire was slightly taken aback.

A child attacked his colleague?

Jimmy, wincing in pain, lowered his hand from his forehead. The female investigator, seeing the wound on her colleague's forehead, instinctively covered her mouth.

Jesus Christ.

The wound was bleeding green blood.

Claire hurriedly got up and ran to the ward door, urgently shouting, "Doctor, doctor, someone is injured here, quick!"

Jimmy, sitting against the wall, looked at the back of his female investigator colleague by the door with a smug smile on his lips.

However, the smile only lasted for three seconds.

After that.

Jimmy suddenly felt his vision blur, as if a scene of thousands of cats surging before his eyes appeared. Then, Jimmy felt the wound on his forehead instantly heat up.

next second.