She is Reading My Thoughts Again Today - Chapter 23
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The Disappearance of The Tangerines Day
“We both went to the library, right?”
“Yes.”
As I usually do, I went to the library to return a book and borrow a new one. The trip to go to the library and back to the classroom usually takes around 15 minutes. So that means we have been away from the classroom for about 15 minutes. The classroom was as empty as before I left the classroom. It was after school, so there were very few people left in the school.
“Before I went to the library, I put a box of tangerines on my table. Of course, I can’t bring them to the library, so I thought I will eat them after I got back from the library. There were three of them.”
Honestly, I’m not sure how many tangerines she put on her table, but I’m sure there are some tangerines on her table.
“But there are no tangerines on my table right now.”
At a beat.
“This is a serious situation.”
She said it as if it was the end of the world.
“Huh?”
A person who had a box of tangerines on her table, and a person who ate it without permission.
“I don’t want to be in any part of this, so let me go home, okay?”
“No can’t do. It’s not about I can’t eat the tangerines, but the important thing is that someone ate ‘all’ of the tangerines.”
“I don’t get it, and I don’t think I want to get it.”
“That one tangerine, the one at the bottom of the box.”
“What about it?”
“It’s a perfectly ripe tangerine.”
I have heard about it. If you buy a box of tangerines, it is best to eat the tangerines from the bottom. Then she slightly smiled as she was thinking of something.
“If someone ate three of the tangerines, that means there is no tangerines left. So obviously we know someone had eaten the tangerines.”
“…well, I guess so.”
“I’m sure that anyone who found out my tangerine is perfectly ripe would have eaten them.”
“That’s very judgemental of you.”
“So that means, this crime is committed by someone who loves tangerines as much as me or even more. Maybe you can help me to think like the culprit.”
What’s the point to think like the culprit? Even if I’m thinking the same way as the culprit does, it doesn’t change the fact that the tangerines are eaten.
“I’m sorry to interrupt all of the excitement, but do you mind to look for the culprit alone?”
“No can’t do. Let’s check each and every classroom. Please accompany me.”
Then she pulled my sleeve and dragged me out of the classroom. After passing two empty classrooms, we finally found a student in the third classroom. She looks at us as we suddenly appear and tilts her head curiously.
“This is our culprit.”
“That was quick.”
Where is the evidence to conclude that she is the culprit?
“Her hands are yellow coloured.”
“Oh, no, I’ve been exposed.”
I was surprised that she admitted it very quickly.
“I thought you were going to read my thoughts and expose me. I’m surprised you gathered evidences like a normal person do.”
Kisaragi and I tensed up at once. It’s similar to what she had experienced before at junior high school. Is Kisaragi being tested for some reason?
“Those tangerines were really delicious.”
She said it with a big smile in her face. I don’t know if I can make sense what just happened.
“Right!? I’m really glad you know how good tangerines tastes like!”
Kisaragi replied her with a really excited tone. It’s a really weird situation, did Kisaragi just ignored the fact that she had eaten her tangerines without permission? What followed was a conversation about tangerines that I couldn’t understand. Then I realized that there would be no point in being here any longer. So, I went back to the classroom while removing her hand from my sleeve.
However, no matter how unaccustomed someone be to interact with people, how could she talk so casually and excitedly to someone that had eaten her tangerines without permission like that. She even tried to test her. I don’t understand Kisaragi.
Then I went back to my classroom to prepare myself to go home. Not long after, Kisaragi came back with a gloomy look on her face.
“She and I separated when we discovered our differences in interests.”
“What do you mean?”
“She said that she peels the Albedo of the tangerines. I can’t think of anything else after she said that.”
“What is Albedo?”
“It’s the white peel part of the tangerines.”
“Oh, that part.”
It’s really hard to find someone with the same common interest.