Do You Think You Can Run After Reincarnating, Nii-san?

"The mummification became mummified. I don't think so.

Private room alone.

The room without a TV is as quiet as the water struck, which is why the text shown on the smartphone screen sticks into my head.

"My self is cute, too. I will pull my hand from this matter. But before we do that, we have to fulfill the detective's last request.

The missing persons searcher (Skip Tracer) who was following the disappearance of the Nobujo brothers and sisters with Detective Kawagoe.

"Last request," he affirmed.

"Mr. Yasha Li, the drug shooter. I'll tell you everything I know.

Thus, the text began to speak of Detective Kawagoe's battle over the past few months.

Detective Kawagoe, who heard from me - that Kai-kun's girlfriend's SNS was on his smartphone - said he had conceived an operation.

That is, Operation Smith.

For the enemy (...) side, Detective Kawagoe trying to find his place is Tankob above his eyes.

As this one is exploring the place over there, so is this one over there.

When I peek into the abyss, the abyss is peeking at this one again.

So if you show him a little crevice, he's bound to peek at his face.

Detectives thought so, and decided on the operation.

Until then, they had taken great care to erase their footprints, but left information online to an unobtrusive extent.

At the same time, he, the skip tracer, monitors access to the information.

Significant intensive access was then detected, apparently.

If you look at that IP address, you can narrow it down considerably.

(Regardless, I was not the person to blame to this extent. But I got my tail.

They say that these systematic missing persons keep as much information distance (...) from themselves as possible when accessing information of some kind.

For example, ask someone to fly an email to a collaborator (of course, use a less leggy method such as a disposable prepaid phone for this contact) and find out what the person wants to find out.

The IP address remaining on the net will then belong to the collaborator.

Even if a collaborator is identified based on his IP address, he will be able to hold off for a while until he finds himself.

[The more effort and time it takes, the greater the chances that the missing person will notice a pursuit. And once you're noticed, they'll darken you again and go back to shaking you out.

It was a speed battle, Skip Tracer said.

This one's gonna be quick to find out.

Or is it quick for the enemy to notice the trap?

At the price of grabbing the enemy's tail, the enemy has grabbed this one as well.

Aside from the risk of re-disappearance, it was a dangerous condition that could even be countered.

As a result, fierce tracking competition opened.

As a result...

We've identified their location.

At the same time, Detective Kawagoe disappeared like smoke.

- The battle ended in pain sharing.

What I got was a place for those two.

What I lost instead was Detective Kawagoe's...

She is.

She (...), Skip Tracer called.

"She could have gone dark if she wanted to. Nonetheless, he went out on a risky exercise of merit. This fact suggests she's not going to move from there.

Your hunter is still there.

Then Skip Tracer wrote his cordial advice.

Even with them there, there's nothing to prove illegality so far.

Therefore, even if a series of disappearances is her fault, we cannot rely on the police at present.

I'll leave it to you to decide what to do on it.

Let me give you my personal opinion, you should never do anything far-fetched.

- Otherwise, you'd be a mummy, too.

If you still want to know, scroll.

Below that sentence, the line was continually extended.

I want you to erase the email without reading it, if you can.

I get a glimpse of that feeling, it was a line break.

... I'm sure you don't want me to tread on Detective Kawagoe.

He may also feel responsible for the detective's disappearance.

So even a stranger worries me this way.

...... thank you.

But.

That's why you can't leave her alone.

I scrolled through the emails.

The Kōjo brothers and sisters still live in the apartment you once lived in.

... Seeing it, I erased the draft email, as instructed.

- That graduation day.

In the evening classroom we became lovers to each other.

I felt like my shoulder was unloaded.

From now on, he said he could line up next door with his chest up and live with it - really, it was a pleasure.

Take that.

She did.

Root, suppose you took it away.

"... I will not tolerate"

Make sure you get it back.

That's my - duty.

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It was the first New Year's Eve to return to the locality.

Not to mention the apartment I lived in until I was in middle school,... Sure, it's been five years.

I came to check with my own eyes when I heard the Ki-kuns had moved... since then.

Looking out the window of the Shinkansen, I recall five years ago.

At that time, the Kōjo brothers and sisters were certainly not in the room where they once lived.

The room had been completely pulled off and the contract had been cancelled.

I mean...

Those two moved to different rooms in the same apartment, pretending to have moved far away.

... At the time, the two were minors.

Ki-kun was eighteen years old and only fifteen years old to XX.

That should mean that a room contract requires parental consent......

Who the hell agreed to that?

Someone of your relatives?

No, in that case, the relatives will know where the two are - I don't think they can send Detective Kawagoe in pursuit.

If so, uncle and aunt - two parents who died five years ago?

I'm not in the world anymore, so the so-called dead have no mouth.

Maybe the two traffic accidents themselves...

... I shook off my terrible imagination reflexively.

Relax. We didn't always get a room by regular means.

Didn't Detective Kawagoe say that too? This advanced information society, if you do something, will always have that data.

Detective Kawagoe would have definitely noticed if that apartment room had been contracted in the name of a human being involved with his siblings.

... illegally occupying an empty room, or something?

No... If the caretaker notices, the planned disappearance will be discovered at that moment... It's too risky an option.

Since then, I have done a little research on the planned disappearances that have actually occurred.

There are many people in the world, some of whom, they say, have been deceiving their own insurance money for years, disguising their deaths as if they were deductive novels.

As we can see from the information we find, we end up finding it, but the reason for this was out, it could have been a crappy mistake.

For example, death camouflage.

If you decide to die and go dark, an extremely huge neck occurs.

You're going to lose your ID.

Therefore, if you violate your speed and drive without a light, and the police catch you for any end-of-life reason, you can't show your ID and you'll find out immediately.

If you get another identity by any means, you might be able to clear it, but that's not what an individual can do anymore.

Some practical examples of death camouflage are just as close to this one.

A man who was supposed to have gone missing after being flushed into the ocean has been hiding upstairs from his home for five years.

If we dare to travel large in modern society, there will always be traces.

There is also the word darkness beneath the lamp, and it may be harder to find it not moving off the spot than poorly distancing it.

For example.

The Kōjo brothers and sisters - no, perhaps she darkened after a close calculation.

He stood on the spot just pretending to move far away, stepping that if he moved poorly, he would likely be followed by a trace.

I guess the information disruption Detective Kawagoe was talking about was also camouflage.

Eliminate the possibility of 'actually not moving' from the tracker's head by making him think 'he's hiding his real destination in false information'...

... a plan that I don't think a fifteen-year-old girl at the time thought of.

But she can (...).

As a person who had been watching her since I was a young girl, that was my intuition.

Will a man who plans to wear so little and so thin strike a hand that will be broken with a boring cut?

illegally occupying an empty room, seemed unlikely.

The possibility of remaining is whether you have fooled the name of a human being with no edge or itch into a contract of your own.

- Alternatively, if (...) his (...) ma (...) n (...) si (...) o (...) n (...) that (...) is also (...) in (...) his (...) woman (...) hand (...) 's (...) inside (...)?

... I wonder why.

Even though it's an absurd idea, I had myself thinking 'I could do it'.

While I was making such a thought go around, I went back to the local area.

It could be monitored by some means - there should be something about Detective Kawagoe and he should be on guard over there, and he was ostensibly disguised as a homecoming using the holidays.

Nor can it be soothed from the bottom of my heart in a family of nostalgia.

I'm here to fight.

The day after I arrived, I rented my parents' car and headed to the apartment in question.

Where I also lived until junior high school.

A place filled with countless proper memories of Ki-kun and XX.

Even so, the ten-story building I hadn't seen in five years looked like a demon king or some kind of castle, putting together a sense of oppression.

I can see it under cloudy weather. I drive around slowly, looking at it from a distance.

... where.

Which room are you two in?

With or without lights.

Whether the curtain is closed or not.

I can't judge you by that extent.

I am no longer a resident of this apartment and it is not even easy for me to enter the entrance.

The so-called auto lock keeps the entrance locked and the outsiders out.

But once I lived there, I knew a few ways to get out of it.

Means Part 1.

Enter with the inhabitants.

This is simple. We just go in together in anticipation of when the residents open the door.

However, the occurrence of witnesses cannot be avoided in any way, and there is a risk that they will be suspected of being suspicious.

If it gets noisy, she'll find out in one shot, too.

Fortunately, I'm a woman, so I know I'm harder to suspect than a man... but if possible, it's a means I don't want to use.

Means Part 2.

Enter by PIN.

If it hasn't changed from before, this apartment is starting to be put inside by entering a four-digit PIN at the entrance.

The number I used to use won't work just fine, but it's fully possible to steal a view of the inhabitants going in.

Means Part 3.

Activate the inner sensor.

When trying to get out of the inside of an apartment, the door opens automatically when the sensor senses a person's visit.

So you can misactivate the sensor by putting paper or something from the gap in the door.

... I'm just extremely suspicious that this is being seen on CCTV.

Anyway, if you're a thief who just walks in and leaves, I still have a life after I find those two. This would also be a means to avoid.

There are other means to break in through the emergency stairs... but I want to go in grandiose if I can.

The apartment has surveillance cameras twitching - and if, as I fantasize, this apartment is in her hands, there's no denying the possibility of watching surveillance camera footage in real time.

... which means, in the end, there is only one option.

Sneak a peek at the PIN and enter dignified from the front.

I parked my car on the street from the apartment towards the station.

There must be residents who will definitely return through this road.

I waited for someone like that to come......

In the evening, around the time the night book approached, a high school girl or so with a racket case on her shoulder walked in from the direction of the station.

... Coming.

I'm sure he's going back to work.

I get out of the car when I see the girl in the racket case bent over the corner in relation to the apartment.

I was about 20 meters away and followed the girl.

A girl enters the apartment.

I was aware of the presence of a smartphone in my jacket pocket.

Only the lens is shaped to go out of my pocket and keeps recording the view on the right from me.

I pass slowly in front of the apartment.

Looking sideways, the girl in the racket case stood in front of the terminal entering the PIN.

My hands are moving.

I don't have to look.

A recorded video by a smartphone will tell you later.

I walk away from the apartment as I see the entrance door open sideways.

Going all the way back to the car, he set off before being weirdly suspicious.

... For now, that's it for today.

Action requires careful attention.

Which room in the apartment are you two hiding in?

I'll make sure of that tomorrow.