[Psychic Detective Yakumo] One hundred ways to tease cats

attended such a ceremony together, but there was not a single student among them.Since Mr. Komai committed suicide, according to the judgment of the Board of Education, such a place is not suitable for students to come.

I came much earlier than the scheduled time. After signing in, I sat alone on a chair in the lobby, recalling all the things that had happened up to now.

"Ah, who did you think it was? Isn't this Haruka?" A monk in a robe was waving over.Why do monks know my name?I was wondering, but when the monk approached, I knew that the person with a kind face like Maitreya Buddha and a red contact lens in his left eye was the uncle who raised Yakumo like his own father— —Saito Isshin.By the way, Yakumo's family is actually a temple.

"You were not injured before, right?" I stood up and bowed blankly.

"It's okay, did Haruka know the deceased person?" Yixin noticed Haruka's expression, so he asked.

"Yes. Now I am assigned to an elementary school as an educational intern. The person who died is the teacher who took good care of me in the school."

"That's it, please forgive me." As he said, he put his palms together and bowed slightly.

I suddenly felt a line of sight cast from somewhere, so I looked outside, and found that there was a young man on the other side of the crowd staring at this side all the time, that was...

"Real!"

Although I don't know his expression very clearly, but I can vaguely see that he seems to be suppressing his great grief and anger.

When I looked over, the real person had already run away in the opposite direction.What is he doing here?Do you want to come and say something to me?I always feel that way.

"Do you know the child?" Yi Xin kept looking at the direction where the real person left, and asked.

"Yes, a kid in my class..."

"The child's gaze is very similar to Yakumo's when he was a child." Yixin murmured while looking into the distance.

If someone who is both an uncle and the father who raised Yakumo thinks so, then my intuition was not wrong—that child, like Yakumo, is burdened with heavy shackles.

"... can I ask you something?" I said with a sigh.

"What?" Yixin asked me.

"Under what circumstances will the child change from a normal child to that?" I said, "The child's mother ran away with someone else, and his father must be very upset...I did some research, and his father The car repair shop I worked in before must have lost his job because he was involved in the previous case? Under such circumstances, the child can still live strong and normally... What happened to turn him into this? ?” I looked at Yixin.

"Don't you think so?" Yixin frowned.

"No, he wouldn't do such a thing," I said. "Children don't think like that unless they're induced."

I looked at Yixin with sad eyes.

"Haruka," said Isshin, "Yakumo cares about you very much, he has been worrying about you." He suddenly said something unrelated.

"Although you may not know it, in fact, he will come to me to complain every time you risk your life," Yixin said with a smile, "You couldn't see it that day, but I saw it, the way he was looking at you at that time ...very worried."

I was stunned.

"Yakumo likes you very much~" Yixin smiled, "He didn't even realize how important you are to him."

"But..." I lowered my eyes, "I don't have much time left, there are some things that must be done."

"I don't have much time left." Yixin sighed.

I looked at him with disbelief in my eyes.

"Keep secret from Yakumo." He made a 'shh' gesture to me.

"And..." I heard my voice say very dryly. "how long?"

"Ah..." Yixin smiled, "There are still a few months."

"Why..." I couldn't help taking a step back.

"So if something happens to you too," said Isshin, "Yakumo will have nothing."

"..." I was silent for a long time, "I understand." I bowed deeply.

"Let's talk about something else." Yixin achieved his goal and said with a smile, "It's okay to tell you what I said, but today is someone's death day." Yixin's words aroused my doubts.

"Then whose death date is it?" I thought it might be a bit impolite to ask, but I couldn't hold back the urge to know before blurting out the question.

"That's right, it shouldn't matter if I say it, because that guy Yakumo will definitely not say anything." Saying this, Yixin narrowed his eyes and looked like he was remembering something, and there seemed to be warmth in it And gentle thoughts.

"That was in Yakumo's middle school days... a person he will never forget."

66

Leaving from the place where the spirit was kept, I didn't want to go home just like that, so I came to Yakumo's "hidden place" at school aimlessly.

When I got there, I opened the door and walked in. I sat on a chair and looked at Yakumo's sleeping face.

Yakumo squirmed twice in the sleeping bag, greeted me with a big yawn, and said in his usual joking tone: "You really are an idler."

But tonight I didn't have the heart to refute, but sat across from Yakumo and leaned on the table.I can't even raise the strength to stretch my arms and legs, I'm so sleepy.

"Hey, borrow a place for me to stay for a while." I yawned listlessly.Yakumo didn't answer, but there was no expression in such a posture.

"Am I really meddling too much?" I didn't seem to expect an answer, I just said to myself.

"It turns out that you also have a little self-knowledge."

"Anyway, I'm just meddling in my own business." I said with a bit of resignation, resting my chin, "And it's long-winded and annoying, ah, just disappear on the earth, anyway, you are one less troublemaker...you are like this Think about it?" Then he yawned again.Yakumo seemed to reflect a little bit, with a shy expression on his face, and scratched his head.

"When I was in middle school, I also met such a nosy teacher like you."

Yakumo's middle school days?I really want to know!Don't know what it will be like?I imagine Yakumo in his middle school uniform, well, it doesn't fit at all!I wanted to laugh but tried my best to bear it.

"What kind of teacher is it?"

"Didn't I just say that, didn't you hear? A teacher who meddles like you."

"anything else?"

"No more, that's all."

I just started talking, and I didn't want to be interrupted like this.Maybe Yakumo doesn't want to say it, but I really want to hear it!

"What does Yakumo think of that teacher?" I asked, then poked Yakumo's waist and eyes lying on the ground with the toe of my shoe, Yakumo twisted to avoid my toes, frowning slightly, his face There was also a very embarrassed expression on his face.But I didn't mean to retreat, and urged me unrelentingly.

"I feel pretty good."

"Really..." I murmured.

Yakumo didn't answer, and shifted his gaze.Shy because of teenage memories?so cute!

"I don't know what the real person thinks of me."

"Think you're a nosy and annoying guy. Isn't that for sure?"

I gave him a blank look, too lazy to refute.

"At first, I also thought that teacher was meddling and annoying." Yakumo rubbed his cheeks with his hands, and began to speak slowly.

"and then?"

"Why, you obviously don't know anything, and you are working so hard for someone who has nothing to do with you?"

Just looking at Yakumo's past, it's understandable to think so.He may think: How can others give for nothing for themselves?

"It's because I'm worried about Yakumo."

"why?"

"That's because the teacher is kind. You can't let a child who is in pain go away."

After hearing my words, Yakumo's shoulders tightened and he smiled slightly.Ah-Yakumo also laughs like this sometimes, the strange thing is, I feel very moved.

"Yes, it is indeed very kind. But, for me, I don't know if it is pure kindness. I would also wonder if there is any motive in it, and I would also like to think about the intention?"

Yakumo stopped here and looked up at the ceiling as if lost in memory.Maybe it was something about that teacher.

"I understand from that teacher that it is indeed a kindness that is free and selfless." Yakumo looked at me slowly and said.

Is it an illusion?I saw that Yakumo's eyes seemed a little moist.

"That boy called Daoist must be very scared too. You should feel it from the bottom of your heart."

I think Yakumo is similar to Masato.It's also because of this that I can't leave that child alone. Although it's not my character, but because of Yakumo, I can't treat that child like other people. Of course, even without Yakumo, I wouldn't be like this. Maybe it is because of the existence of Yakumo that I am so concerned.

"So you just go and give that boy some pointers -- that's what you think in your heart, right?" Yakumo concluded.

"Yes." I smiled, "I also have a day to give advice to others..."

At lunch time, the real person is not in the classroom.

I really want to find him and come back, but in order to attend Komai's funeral, if I don't leave school right away, it will be too late.

Which side is more important?Without even thinking about it, I briefly talked to Yokouchi, who was with me, and ran up the stairs to the top floor.

As expected, here it is.The real person leans against the fence on the roof,