The Detective Sister

The night was quiet.

My body, which had been cold, gradually warmed up. A soft, warm sensation enveloped me.

How to describe it? It was soft, like a pillow made of velvet. A gentle press, and it felt like my hands would sink right in.

So comfortable. I couldn’t help but hug this warm, soft thing tighter, clamping it between my thighs, letting my fingers sink in a bit.

Then I felt a slight resistance, an elasticity that tried to push back, but it was negligible—it couldn’t stop the intense desire inside me.

I couldn’t take it anymore. It was just too soft. I lifted it up and placed it under my chin. Suddenly, a moist breath brushed against my neck, tickling me. It was damp, like steam.

What’s going on? Well, never mind. Comfort is what matters.

No…

Somehow, I sensed something was off. The breath of another person lingered around me.

I opened my eyes. It was still pitch black. I strained to see, turning my head to look around.

The room was just as it always was—no obvious signs of anything strange, no figures.

Was I being paranoid?

No, no. In this kind of situation, the most obvious thought is that someone is hiding under the bed. It’s a classic horror movie trope.

Like, if I looked under, Sadako would be staring back at me. The thought makes me excited—no, no, terrified.

Breathing sounds.

I heard faint snoring, and the silky sensation on my neck grew stronger. Could it be?! That thing was in my bed!

I snapped to attention and threw off the covers. In the moonlight, I saw my sister’s figure.

Her delicate, flawless little face breathed rhythmically. Her cute pink pajamas hung loosely on her, showing a hint of milky white at her shoulder.

I let out a breath and laughed at my own paranoia.

Ah, it was just my sister. Scared me for nothing. Time to sleep.

I was about to close my eyes and go back to sleep when I suddenly realized something.

“No way! Why is my sister here?!” I yelped, sitting up abruptly. My sudden movement woke her from her deep sleep.

So today’s superpower was wall-phasing! No wonder! But this power was hard to pull off.

First, you have to place your hands flat on the wall you want to pass through. Then, you must focus solely on the thought of going through. After three minutes, you’ll find yourself on the other side.

Of course, if someone interrupts you or your mind wanders, the power fails. So unless it’s nighttime, this ability is basically useless trash.

But this useless power gave my sister the chance to invade my private space, attempting to defile my sacred resources!

Fortunately, my sister didn’t know I still had a USB drive hidden away. This drive was so well-concealed that even the police might not find it.

It was hidden in my backpack. Normally, when searching, people just dump out the contents. But I had sewn an extra layer inside the backpack!

I filled it with cotton to fake a normal look, and my USB drive was sturdy enough to withstand the pressure of books. There’s no way it would get crushed!

In other words, unless someone was bored enough to dismantle the bag, it would never be found.

A backpack that looks so ordinary—who would think to take it apart? So even if my sister found her way into my room, she’d have no leverage to threaten me into sleeping with her. I could just kick her out.

“Keep this up, and I’ll get angry.” I scowled, lowering my voice to project an undeniable authority.

“Boo-hoo, don’t be mad. I’ll give your USB back. Just sleep with me, okay?”

“Hmph, even if you give me the US… what?”

“This is yours, isn’t it, big brother? I already sewed your backpack back up.” My sister pulled out the USB that I thought was hidden perfectly, looking at me shyly.

What?! My masterpiece—the one I believed even the police couldn’t find—exposed in minutes. What could I say? A detective. Can’t mess with that.

(；′⌒`)

“The contents… they’re still alive, right… Lady Sister?” My tone immediately softened. There was a lot of good stuff in there, including many seeds that didn’t take up much space. I had filled a 32GB drive—a treasure trove of resources.

“Of course. I did it at night. I wouldn’t have time to delete it so quickly, right?”

“Makes sense, makes sense.”

“I’ll delete it tomorrow, of course.”

“No, no, no! I’ll sleep with you. Don’t delete it. We can talk.”

“Then come here, big brother. Hold me like before.”

“At your command!”

I quickly reached out and wrapped my arm around my sister’s slender waist. A faint milky scent wafted into my nose, as if tempting my primal human instincts, making my blood rush to my head.

Ah, this body was far softer than any velvet pillow. The feel of holding it was extremely comfortable, and with that faint milky scent, it felt like her skin could squeeze out water at any moment—enough to make a guy want to go to work.

Well, to be honest, sleeping together isn’t such a bad deal.

****

Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, hitting my face. I raised a hand to block the rays. This comfortable morning swept away the mood from yesterday.

Finally, no more suffering from that damn cold wind. I turned my head to look at my sister. She was already awake, smiling at me.

“Good morning, big brother. Here’s your USB.” My sister opened her palm and placed the drive on the bedside. Seeing that, I felt like I’d been electrocuted, my whole body trembling. I looked at her with trepidation and slowly took it.

“Sis… sister.” I looked at my now-dead USB drive and timidly asked her.

Though it looked fine on the outside, when I opened it up, I found the internal chip had been completely damaged by a sharp object. In other words, there was no chance of recovering it.

“What’s wrong, big brother?” My sister looked radiant, her fingers together, hands clasped beside her right cheek, smiling happily at me.

“This USB is broken…”

“Oh dear, maybe it got crushed?”

“How could crushing leave scratch marks from a sharp object?!”

“There is. Why couldn’t it be? It must have been crushed, right, big brother?” My sister narrowed her eyes. Her face looked like a coastline before dawn—everything above her nose was pitch black, and her mouth curved into a crescent moon. She slowly approached me.

“Right, right. My USB’s pressure resistance is poor. It might have been crushed.” I nodded, feeling very unjust, and scooted back on my butt. Forced into a false confession—how despairing!

“Exactly. Next time, don’t buy USBs. If you need anything solved, just call your little sister.”

“Wahhh.”

“Well, big brother, I’m going to cook. See you later.”

“Okay…”

*Thump.*

A heavy door sound came. I covered my forehead with my right hand, sitting on the edge of the bed, pondering life.

Resource USB No. 2 had met its end. Its life was brief, but it gave me a lot of information.

Namely, my sister is truly fit to be a detective! I’m not exaggerating—she’s incredible. I feel like if I dug a hole in the ceiling and hid something, she’d find it.

Sigh. Next time, I’ll try a different method. How was I found? Right! I’ll ask my sister! I don’t know if she’ll hold back, but I have to ask. I want to know the reasoning process!

At the dining table.

As usual, it was just me and my sister. Because our parents’ workplace was far away, they usually came home late and left early. Sometimes when they were busy, they’d stay at the company.

Now that it was just me and my sister, if not now, when?!

“Um, sis.”

“What is it, big brother?”

My sister smiled and placed a heart-shaped sandwich on the table in front of me. Then she picked up the salad dressing and drew a heart on it, plus a salad-shaped version of herself.

Though it was a simple drawing, it perfectly captured my hairstyle and even my current dead-fish eyes. Truly gifted and talented.

Upstairs, she’s a detective, finding USB drives hidden in the house. Downstairs, she’s a chef, making such creative dishes.

I have to say, she’s really amazing! I totally hype her! Anyone who dares oppose my sister, I’ll… well, probably no one dares.

Ahem, back to business. I’m going to ask my sister how she became such a good detective.

“Um, sis, how did you find my USB?” I humbly asked her. First, to understand how formidable she is; second, to gauge the detective’s abilities for planning USB No. 3.

“Huh? Big brother wants to investigate me?” My sister chuckled, then propped her chin on her hands, striking a commander’s pose as she looked at me.

“How would I dare? I’m just utterly baffled and want to humbly learn.”

“Heh, fine. Since it’s no big deal, I’ll tell you.”

“Yes, yes. I’m all ears.”

My sister lifted her head, clenched her right fist, brought it to her mouth, and cleared her throat lightly. Then she began to explain.

“It’s very simple. First, I eliminated places like the bed, because it’s too obvious. Big brother definitely wouldn’t hide it there. But just in case, I kept an eye out.”

“Mm-hmm, go on.”

“Then I eliminated bookshelves, nightstands, desks, and the like. Though you might have carved a hole in a book, given that I’m your opponent, with your anti-detection skills, you wouldn’t take that risk.”

‘Holy crap. All the calculations I made about my sister’s detective abilities before hiding the USB were completely laid bare. I felt like I had toiled to create something I thought was flawless, only to have it all anticipated by someone else.’

‘That feeling is truly spine-chilling. In ancient times, such people were called military gods… In modern times, they’re called yandere.’

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“After eliminating various places, I needed to check if you had recently acquired any resources. Because without new resources, you wouldn’t buy a USB, right?”

“Right, correct…”

“I’ll tell you a little secret. Once you have resources, you become especially frisky.”

Huh? Frisky how? I didn’t know.

“You grin foolishly from time to time, squirm in bed, and also—like when you were late for math class yesterday—you suddenly act all syrupy. That time, I felt you were extremely fake!”

That time, I only acted that way to get away! But I did receive a full page of resources from Zhibo yesterday… Spot on.

“Once I confirmed you had new resources, I had to think hard. First, given your anti-detection skills, most places at home were ruled out. That left only one place: your computer and the things you take to school!”

“Because I hardly ever touch your computer, and your resources don’t just appear out of nowhere, there’s another possibility besides online: you must have made a trade outside! So the target narrowed down to your backpack. Your phone might be one transfer medium, but phone resources don’t last long. So a USB is the best.”

“Small and portable. Where to hide it? At this point, it’s simple. With your anti-detection skills, you’d have thought this far. So to be original, you’d likely use the backpack itself, since it’s always filled with books. When people search, they usually just pick up the backpack and shake it—if nothing falls out, they assume there’s nothing.”

“Well, at this point, you understand. Your little sister is an invincible detective! No suspicion slips past my eyes, hm hm hm.”

Then my sister took a sip of milk, raised her delicate hand to her mouth, and snorted a few times like a smug young lady.

To that, I could only say two words.

“I surrender…”

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