[Psychic Detective Yakumo] One hundred ways to tease cats

.

He stared at the phone in his hand, wondering whether he should call that guy or not.

If he called, he thought to himself, he would definitely be teased by that guy happily, no, it should be said that this is the real purpose of her giving him the phone, so he must not be fooled by her.

Thinking of this, he quietly put his thumb on the call button, and when he was about to press it, he was shocked.

What am I doing?Yakumo thought angrily, put the phone aside angrily, and after a while, couldn't help but glance at it again.

Are you waiting for me to call?That rascal.Yakumo thought darkly.In this way, he would not call her.

After thinking about it, Yakumo picked up his cell phone and dialed his uncle's number.

"Yakumo?" Uncle's voice was as gentle and hearty as ever, "It's really rare that you would call me on your mobile phone."

"It's as if I'm out of touch with society." Yakumo frowned, "Even if I have to be out of touch, it should be you."

"Haha, yes, yes," said the uncle with a smile, as if he didn't care, "is it from Haruka?"

...how did you guess? !Yakumo was stunned for a moment, then said coldly, "No!"

"Ah, what a considerate child." The uncle laughed, not caring about Yakumo's indifference at all.

"Talking to you is really talking to ducks. I'm going to hang up." Yakumo hung up the phone with an awkward expression.

The new-style mobile phone was placed on the table by the owner, and it was still silent until the sun went down.

"Who cares about that guy calling me." Yakumo curled his lips, "Sleep and sleep."

It's just that after lying down, he couldn't fall asleep anyway, Yakumo stared at the ceiling in a daze, and finally fell asleep in the early morning.

At this moment, the cell phone that had been silent all of a sudden rang.

Yakumo's drowsiness suddenly disappeared, and at the same time he also remembered such a thing as jet lag.

He was really an idiot after struggling all afternoon. He looked at the buzzing mobile phone in his hand and spurned himself in his heart.

Because of the resentment during the day, although he knew it was not the fault of the other party, he still hung up for a while before reluctantly answering the phone. When he heard the other party's voice, he immediately subconsciously used the voice that he hadn't woken up. He is not sleepy at all.

I'm really not worried about this guy at all.

I'm really not lonely without this guy around.

I don't care how the guy fares abroad.

Even though I warned myself like this, I still couldn't help asking, complaining, and... worrying.After finding out that the other party couldn't sleep for a long time, even the last bit of resentment disappeared without a trace.

"Do you want to die from overwork?" He blurted out this sentence without thinking, and then he regretted his bluntness.

Sure enough, the guy heard the meaning behind what he said, and immediately teased him back.

What a nasty guy.He thought, although he knew that he should hang up the phone as soon as possible so that she could sleep for a while, but he couldn't say goodbye.

Even this little thought was discovered by that guy, so she deliberately made herself angry, and finally hung up the phone without any regrets.

Yakumo frowned and looked at the mobile phone in his hand. Her voice was just next to her ear, and she could still feel the vibration of the sound waves from the other side of the ocean.

No matter what the situation is, she can always see the deepest thoughts in her heart at a glance.

What a tricky guy.he thought impatiently.

"Damn it." He yawned big, "I didn't sleep all night."

He resolutely lay back in the sleeping bag and closed his eyes.

Fanwaiji

A week after the tunnel murder, one afternoon—

I wanted to finish my report at the library, and then I met that guy there.

A tsundere lazy cat scratching its messy hair and looking decadent—Saito Yakumo.

He put on a different serious expression and browsed the backs of the books on the bookshelf one by one.

For some reason, seeing his expression like this suddenly made me feel a little funny.

The setting sun at dusk shone on his face, and the side face with well-shaped features suddenly became more dazzling.

It's a pity, he said, obviously handsome when he was quiet.

"What's your business?"

Yakumo continued to look at the bookshelf without looking back.

I narrowed my eyes and smiled.

"Writing a report, watching the rare visitors in the library."

"Right."

Yakumo answered briefly, his gaze still not leaving the bookshelf.

"what are you doing?"

"Looking for something."

"What are you looking for?"

"What else can I look for in the library, looking for clothes? If you know this kind of person, please introduce me."

"Eh? It's obviously you who said it yourself, did I hear it wrong?"

I finally couldn't help it and laughed.

Yakumo frowned and looked at me with a displeased face.

"Okay," I said, holding back my smile, "I just want to ask about the title of the book."

"Why are you asking this?" He asked warily.

"Help you find it." I rolled my eyes and said.

"why?"

"It's faster to find two people together, isn't it?"

Yakumo crossed his arms and pondered for a while.

Tsk tsk, the way he thinks is also cute.

""The Enmity of Mount Cristo"."

""The Enmity of Mount Cristo"?"

"Yes, Alexander Dumas (Note 6: Alexandre Dumas, referred to as Dumas.)."

"I know Dumas's "The Encounter of Monte Cristo"."

While chewing repeatedly in my mouth, I walked towards the online collection search system at the entrance of the library.

"where are you going?"

Yakumo walked over muttering, like a cat who couldn't help his curiosity.

When the last case happened, I was thinking that although Yakumo is very smart, he can only live a simple life in the agency, so he looks like a technological idiot in some ways.

"Tell you, now you can use the computer to find out where the book is stored."

I seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to tease Yakumo.

He snorted coldly, deliberately turning his head away.

I searched for Monte Cristo on the touchscreen of my computer and found it in no time.

"Uh... it says Foreign Library Section, so it should be the D-1 row?"

"wrong."

Yakumo interjected incredulously.

"what?"

"I'm looking for the hardcover edition."

"It doesn't matter if it's hardcover or not, as long as it can be read."

"Not good! I only need to refine, install, and print, and the rest is free to talk about!"

"why?"

"No reason."

Uh, the hardcover edition is in the—

I looked again at the list of books displayed on the screen.

"I found it. Uh...ah, it's stored in the warehouse."

The library of our school is not spacious enough, so old books that cannot fit are regularly moved to the warehouse, and only the books that are needed are put on the shelves.

"No wonder I can't find it."

Yakumo scratched his head and murmured.

"I'm more curious," I smiled, "What will you do if I don't come to help you?"

After that, I quickly ran away, ignoring his expression, borrowed the key from the teacher in charge of the library, and walked to the underground warehouse with him with a dark face.

In this [-]-square-meter space with only a concrete floor, cardboard boxes full of books are piled up everywhere.

I looked at a cardboard box nearby, with only a date marked in black pen on it.

This is probably the date when books are moved from the library to the warehouse.

"The information says that this book was moved to the warehouse on March [-], two years ago."

"March [-], right?"

After Yakumo answered briefly, he checked the dates one by one from the nearest cardboard box.

anyway--

"That's a lot."

The cardboard boxes standing in front of me were stacked higher than my height.

It may take a lot of time just to confirm the date of these cartons, and besides, we don't know how many cartons with the same date.

Finding a book from this mountain of cardboard boxes is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"You really don't want the library copy?"

"If you don't want to look for it, forget it. I never asked you to find it for me."

Yakumo said angrily.

"Why do you suddenly want to read that book?"

When inspecting the first carton, I tentatively asked Yakumo.

Seeing how he went out of his way to find that book, it must have had something special to him.

"Who said I'm going to read it?"

"what?"

I couldn't help but stop what I was doing.

"what?"

"If you don't read it, why are you looking for it?"

"If you have time to talk about these things, you might as well find them quickly!"

"Yes, yes, my subordinate obeys."

"Just saying 'yes' once is enough."

Pfft, what an awkward guy.

Afterwards, the two of us hardly talked, but took the trouble to repeatedly unpack the carton marked "March [-]" and search for "The Enmity of Mount Cristo" from it.

"that's it!"

After an hour passed, Yakumo stood up and shouted.

He put the book on the workbench, first wiped off the sweat from his head, and then flipped through the pages.

There was a white envelope on the last page.

"found it."

Yakumo said with a sigh of relief.

"Could it be that what you're looking for is..."

"That's right, this is it."

He picked up the envelope as if nothing had happened, and walked away.

Yakumo left the warehouse in a hurry. After turning off the lights and locking the door, I unhurriedly chased after Yakumo.

There must be something lively to watch.

I ran up the stairs to the outside of the school building, and finally caught up with Yakumo under a certain maple tree in the courtyard.

"It's so sad," I said pretending to be sad, "I worked so hard to help someone find a book for a long time, but until now I'm still at a loss—"

Yakumo stopped, shook his head helplessly, and then started