Judging from the surveillance footage of the art museum, Shen Jiajun finally disappeared on the third floor of the art museum, the connection between the stairs and the corridor, the third floor is the staff work area, and the corridors on both sides are up and down the stairs, which can be regarded as a crossroads.

In the camera, Shen Jiajun, who had been keeping his head down and walking forward in a panic, suddenly stood still, don't look over, as if he knew that someone was looking at him in the surveillance, he slowly raised his eyes, looked at the surveillance camera with a strange look, and then showed an extremely weird smile......

Then he squatted down, took out the painting book from the painting bag, tore off a page of paper, took the white paper clumsily climbed up to the windowsill, folded the paper, and buckled it in front of the surveillance like that, the picture was blocked by the white paper, and immediately it was white, and nothing could be seen.

"From here up to the third floor, he ended up in the hallway upstairs." Li Yifan and Zhao Xin'er listened to the security guard next to them, and ran upstairs together, the walkie-talkie carried by the security guard kept making noises, and the exhibition hall had mobilized many people to find the boy together.

As the security guard came to the staircase and took down the white paper blocked in front of the surveillance, they were about to separate to find Shen Jiajun, and just when Li Yifan wanted to walk to the side of the corridor, Zhao Xin'er suddenly grabbed him and asked the security guard who had walked out of a distance.

"Is there a rooftop on the fourth floor?" Zhao Xin'er asked the security guard in the distance loudly.

"Well, yes, there's an open-air seating area up there, but it's only open in the summer, and it's usually locked." The security guard stopped and said truthfully, and then asked Zhao Xin'er: "Do you suspect that the boy is on the rooftop?" This is impossible, and generally no one knows that the stairs on this side go up to the rooftop. ”

This security guard has been working in the museum for seven or eight years, and is very familiar with this place, but when I think about it, I am not in the office area of the staff, and they came here through a large fire door that says "Idlers are not allowed to enter".

During this time, everyone was preparing for the sculpture exhibition, and the usual shift employees were all in the exhibition hall during this time, and no one was in this office area except for a few people writing materials in the office, and the monitoring was gone.

"Call, check, check the rooftop, look at the fourth-floor rooftop." The security guard hurriedly said into the walkie-talkie, looked at Zhao Xin'er and ran towards the rooftop upstairs.

"How did the lock open?" The security guard opened the door with a puzzled look on his face and walked forward.

“…… Someone saw the boy, on the rooftop of Area B, the boy is now sitting on the edge of the roof, and the situation is very dangerous......" The person on the walkie-talkie nervously reported the news.

Outside the railing of the rooftop, Shen Jiajun sat in the extension, his two feet hanging outside, he clumsily held the drawing board on his lap with one hand, and the other hand stretched out to measure the position of the distant scene with a paintbrush, his eyes narrowed, and then quickly dipped the paint on the paint tray next to him and drew on the drawing paper, and from time to time he washed the pen twice in the water cup next to him, and then dipped the paint and painted on the paper.

The noon sun shone just right on this slightly chubby young man, who was so focused on looking down and drawing, sometimes looking up with a pen and gesturing at the distant scenery, and then lowering his head and continuing to write.

"We're right behind the boy, what now?" Under Zhao Xin'er's stopping, the security guards did not dare to approach the boy suddenly, and they carefully and slowly approached the boy.

Looking at the position where the boy was sitting at the moment, and the focused expression, none of them were afraid, such a bold climb would frighten him, and in front of him was a four-story art museum.

To say that the floor of the art museum is not ordinarily high, the height of the first floor of the large exhibition hall is six meters, the second floor is more than four meters, and the work area on the third floor, adding up to the top floor of a thirteen or fourteen-meter-high floor, that is, the sixth floor of an ordinary residential building.

"I'm right behind the boy right now, he's painting on the rooftop, and I don't dare go near him directly." The security guard had no choice but to ask for help on the intercom that had been turned down.

“…… Stabilize his emotions first, we have taken precautions downstairs......" said the man on the intercom.

"All he can think about is the scenery in front of him, and he just wants to finish the painting." Zhao Xin'er looked at Shen Jiajun, who was only less than ten meters away from her, and whispered to the two people next to her.

"What then? Why don't you wait for him to come back by himself when he's done painting? The security guard asked.

"The sun is so full, he looks down for a while and then raises his head suddenly, it is easy to get dizzy, if it is too long, I am afraid that he will fall...... And he doesn't have autism, what if he sees a few more people falling down suddenly......" Li Yifan said everything he could think of.

He stared at the sun for a moment, and then looked at the front of his eyes, his eyes were uncomfortable and he felt very dizzy, if he sat by the eaves like Shen Jiajun, it was not a posture that would fall down in minutes.

Li Yifan asked the security guard and Zhao Xin'er to pull out their belts, he tied his belts together with them, and then took the piece of drawing paper he picked up before, padd it with the brochure of the art museum, casually found a pen and held it in his hand, and slowly leaned towards Shen Jiajun like that.

"The movement must be light, slowly approach him to let him notice you, and then you must remain calm, just draw your picture, let him feel that you are the same as him." After Zhao Xin'er finished speaking, she watched Li Yifan climb over the guardrail on the rooftop and tie another belt to the handrail at the top of the guardrail.

Li Yifan carefully sat two or three meters away from the boy, and then like the boy, he took the pen and drew on the paper, and while drawing, he moved gently in the direction of the boy, until he slowly and completely appeared in the boy's afterglow.

Seeing that Shen Jiajun noticed him, Li Yifan hurriedly smiled at him, and then continued to draw the painting in his hand silently, Shen Jiajun was puzzled at first, and subconsciously pushed back, and then saw that Li Yifan was really painting the distant scenery like himself, so he went back and continued to paint, Li Yifan's hanging heart let go of some of this, and slowly moved to Shen Jiajun's side, until the distance with Shen Jiajun was shortened by less than one meter, he stopped, and all this is going smoothly at present.

Shen Jiajun was completely immersed in his painting world, ignoring Li Yifan next to him, until he finished painting and put the painting next to him, who knew that a gust of wind blew, and the painting was blown in front of them, he wanted to lean over to pick it up, but he leaned over and fell from the rooftop.

In the shadow of the tree downstairs, a girl covered her face with a notebook and let out a 'giggle' laugh, then opened the notebook, turned many pages, each page had a name written on it, and two lines of words were written under the name, many names had been crossed out with a red pen, she finally stayed on the middle page of the notebook, opened the colored pen in her hand with a smile, and crossed out a name of 'Shen Jiajun' while humming a song.

"It's fun, so who's next?" The girl jumped around and turned to leave, but she heard a commotion behind her, which made her originally happy expression completely freeze there.