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

Night.

In my home for the first time in a long time, I was checking videos recorded on my smartphone.

... It's okay. It's a good shot.

These days, the smartphone's recording features are so high-definition that it doesn't feel uncomfortable to use them to shoot movies.

The girl who raised the racket case from her shoulder, on the terminal entering the PIN, was able to see how her hand was moving - just how.

Top right... Bottom left... Little right... Top left?

"-3781"

Check again and again.... definitely.

Now you can enter the apartment at any time.

The question that remains is how do we find out the room where the two of us are.

The quickest way would be to wait for either of you to come in and out.

I find it hard to live without going outside at all, no matter how lurking life is.

I can also get all the supplies I need in the mail, but that still leaves me with information...

……………………

No......

At this time, there is no store without security cameras in the cashier.

If you go out to the store yourself and buy something, that figure will stay on the video - even in a murder case or something, they often have feet from that video.

Would she risk such stupidity...?

Wouldn't it be more natural to think that someone is using collaborators to make them procure supplies instead?

Better than the original, securing a room without anyone finding out is impossible in itself, without a collaborator.

If so, it should also be considered that securing food and household goods also uses others….

... What about kidnapping?

Is that also using collaborators?

I think the victim already had a mix of people away from the local area.

Many people go to Tokyo for college or employment, including me - I feel compelled to assume that she has done it all by herself, unable to leave this land lightly.

That's why it's too early to decide it's an organized crime.

Because the more accomplices you have, the harder it will be to keep a secret.

... one or two.

If you have her collaborators, that's probably about it.

With that number of people, she can say.

She once pushed her elementary school classmates out of school just to the point of mouth - and vice versa.

"... I see"

If you want to attack, this way.

I searched through my purse. I should have definitely let you in here......

There it is.

What I took out of my wallet was one business card.

The name noted is Kawagoe Jiayou.

It was Detective Kawagoe's business card I used to get when I talked to him at the coffee shop.

... his title is written all the time.

Let's use this.

"... help me, Kawagoe."

My wish.

Detective Kawagoe's wish.

And the wishes of the families and friends of more than twenty people, whom I have never met.

I put it in my business card.

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The next day I was visiting the apartment again.

I was going to stake out all day today, so I can't just leave my car parked on the shoulder like I did in front of you.

When I installed the small security camera I bought from the electrician in the implant by the entrance, I entered a coffee shop just around the corner.

Sit in the window seat, order coffee, and open the macbook you brought with you. Next door is a smartphone.

This will only make me look like a nomad worker who is often in Stubbs.

The MacBook I let open well is certainly for work, but I don't care about this one. Allow the appropriate Excel to be displayed on the screen.

I took my smartphone and made it display the footage of the small camera I had just installed.

It is a network-enabled security camera that lets you monitor what's going on in your home in real time, even from the go.

The footage can be seen on a smartphone, so it just looks like LINE is doing it from the side.

Besides the original crime prevention, it was a substitute that seemed to be used around detectives.

Now wait for someone to come through.

Of course not brothers and sisters.

It's hard to live without a step outside - but I was rethinking.

I wonder if she won't leave the apartment grounds unless there's more to it.

That's it - unless it's also time to work kidnapping.

Ugh, as I have sorted out my thoughts, the latent life of my brothers and sisters cannot be made without a collaborator no matter what I think.

If so, it is likely that the replenishment of subsistence supplies is using its collaborators.

So what means do you use to deliver that supplies...?

I knew the best way to do it.

And with that, we might be able to pinpoint the room where the two of us are.

- What caught me was before noon.

From the apartment, one grandfather comes out.

I knew that face.

That's the janitor in that apartment.

Though I thought we'd changed now because we've been administrators since we were kids - they still worked.

Even my memories were old enough - I'd be in my seventies by now.

... I hope my hand gets through properly.

I actuarially left the coffee shop and followed the caretaker's grandfather as he walked away from the apartment.

The janitor disappears into the cattle bowl shop chain. Lunch?

When you come out in about twenty minutes of something, you walk out in a different direction than the apartment.

On my way, now it's the supermarket.

I thought maybe they remembered my face and I was just looking out of the building but the janitor looked like he was shopping in an unmistakable foothold.

... as if it also exists on a list of items to buy.

In just about half an hour, the janitor comes out of the supermarket.

On both hands, four plastic bags that had been pampered were lowered.

Is that what my grandfather over seventy would do......, is it a little too much to wear?

Carrying the plastic bag heavy, the janitor came back to the apartment.

I thought I was going through the autolock and into the entrance - and the janitor stopped in front of me and looked back.

... I hide myself by the entrance and lurk my breath.

It was assumed.

Rather, it was the actions of the administrator that supported my guess.

The caretaker seemed to be carefully checking the people around him.

After staying on the spot for plenty of ten seconds, I finally get footsteps.

The footsteps disappeared and I took a careful peek at the entrance and there was no sign of the janitor.

There was no sound of the entrance door opening.

That is, there is one way to go.

Courier box (...).

Towards the right, a locker room like space is secluded.

That's the courier box.

The courier keeps the luggage in the absence of the recipient, which is often installed in the apartment.

It's a convenient system that allows even people who tend to vacate their homes to receive their luggage without bothering to have it re-delivered.

Wouldn't she be using this delivery box to pick up supplies?

I don't think she would expose herself, having disappeared so cautiously, as she was entrusting her collaborators with the procurement of supplies.

In that regard, if we take the form of having the delivery materials put in the courier box and then collected, we don't have to meet the collaborators face-to-face.

The courier box in this apartment is dialed.

I also checked when installing small cameras. It hasn't changed for a long time.

This is relatively old-fashioned and can prevent you from retrieving your luggage if you don't know the PIN number to open the box.

In that case, it's the janitor who cries first - I also remember my parents contacting the janitor when I was a little girl with courier box problems.

This means that the management of the courier box is also the job of the administrator.

Then, assuming that the courier box is being used for the delivery of supplies, it is reasonable to assume that the administrator, who is also the administrator of the box, is being made to cooperate, because that is not the original use of course.

Even if not, the janitor doesn't have to worry about moving out unlike other residents.

It's my job to be in the apartment, so it doesn't mean I'm not there when I need to.

And most importantly, if you find out you two live in hiding, you're also in a position to take responsibility for it...

No one else could have been better suited to be a collaborator.

A moment later, the janitor turned up from the courier box.

I pull my head in and instead only peek at the lens of my smartphone.

Once again, the caretaker carefully checked the area and headed to the mailbox in front of the entrance door.

... Yes.

After you put your baggage in the courier box, the process is to take (...) a piece of paper with a PIN number to open it and put (...) in the (...) mail (...) mail (...) of the recipient (...) person (...)!

I swallowed my spit and watched the caretaker move over the camera on my smartphone.

Stop in front of the mailbox.

Without a little stray...

As soon as you can do something nasty.

- Place one piece of paper inside a post.

... dozens of lined mailboxes.

From that position, however, it was clear which room he had put in the mailbox.

The janitor opens the entrance door and disappears into the janitor's office.

I also double-checked the recorded footage on my smartphone while away from the apartment to avoid being suspicious.

Definitely.

... definitely.

Room 0404.

Once, in the room where the Nobuo family lived, it was directly below.

... the battle is tomorrow.

Tomorrow I shall be reunited with my childhood.