I really don't want to be reborn.

“I know. I asked Kirino’s colleague. If it’s a case of a model encountering a stalker, even with conclusive evidence, it will take more than three months to find out.”

Kyosuke smiled and greeted his sister as she returned home. The father and son watched Kirino go upstairs before continuing their conversation: "In this case, the stalker's blog service was headquartered and its servers were located in the United States, and those guys were completely unwilling to cooperate with the Japanese police in their investigation."

Mr. Daisuke gave him a strange look: "Kyosuke, it seems you know quite a lot. Sometimes I feel like you're working part-time as a policeman."

"How can a police officer have a side job?"

Kousaka Kyosuke gently brushed aside the topic, rubbing his temples: "Especially in the entertainment industry, once you become famous, it's inevitable that stalkers will appear. If they find out where you live, they might set fire to your place, threaten you with a knife, or send you a dead cat every day."

As he said this, Gokou Ruri, who was preparing dinner for her sisters, suddenly shuddered for no reason.

"Those kinds of people, even if they get caught by the police, won't repent or be afraid. After they're released, they'll still rush in front of you. Hmm... I've heard of such things. That's the price you have to pay for fame."

As he listened to his son talking, Daisuke Kosaka suddenly noticed an expression on his son's face, an expression that he was finding increasingly difficult to understand.

He'd seen that expression before; it was the kind of cold indifference often seen on the faces of desperate criminals, an indifference that came from the depths of their bones—a coldness that made it indifferent to how many people they killed.

"Kyosuke!"

"Ok?"

He looked up slightly and met his father's worried gaze: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"...No, what are you planning to do about the stalking?"

"Kirino's safety is the most important thing."

He pinched his fingers: "Help me ask for leave. Anyway, there's nothing going on at school right now. I'm not participating in the sports festival, and the school trip is still two weeks away."

"enough?"

Kyosuke nodded: "That should be enough."

Mr. Daisuke agreed to the request. He was worried about his son, but also relieved.

The next day, Mr. Daisuke went to the school with a stern, black-faced expression. After asking for leave for his son, he was seen off by several teachers who were trembling with fear.

For the next few days, Kyosuke disguised himself and followed his sister without letting Kirino know. His skilled tracking techniques would prevent anyone from noticing him in a short time—at least, his silly sister wouldn't be able to find out.

After following him for several days, the chilling feeling of being watched disappeared, and he found no one following Kirino. It seemed that everything before was just him making a mountain out of a molehill.

On Halloween, the day his sister went shopping with her friends, he finally discovered some problems.

"Kirino, didn't your older brother come out with you?"

"My brother said he was going to some Halloween horror party with his classmates. Hmph, he's probably having a great time right now."

"I see."

"Hey, Ayase, you're not disappointed at all!"

He didn't go shopping with Kirino, so Ayase Aragaki wasn't disappointed at all; on the contrary, she was even happier.

The two of them, along with Kanako Kurusu, walked along the road with ease, completely unaware that someone was secretly taking pictures of them.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A burst of flashes goes unnoticed in the daytime, and the sound of shutters being pressed is drowned out by the noise of the street.

That person was in the corridor of a resident's room at the intersection, seemingly having predicted Kirino and the others' route in advance.

She was a woman who looked quite tall.

Wearing a black coat, sunglasses, and a ridiculous newsboy cap, it was impossible to tell her age from her attire.

In addition, the lanyard for the SLR camera was hanging around her neck.

This bizarre outfit is practically a sign that says "I'm a stalker and paparazzi" plastered all over his body.

After Kirino and the others left, she finally let out a satisfied sigh: "Completely satisfied! Little Ayase is as cute as ever today."

"How are the other two girls?"

"It's cute too, but—ugh!"

After that sound that should never have come, I was struck by a dizzying, excruciating pain as if my neck was being strangled. After the pain subsided, I slowly came to my senses and realized that a boy was choking me.

Kyosuke Kosaka held the camera in his left hand, the strap digging deep into the woman's neck, while his right hand gripped her slender neck, his strength perfectly controlled.

"I think that girl with the brown hair and round head is the cutest."

………………

"Name?"

"Jiansha is also good."

Her surname is Jian, and her given name is Shayejia.

The female stalker's name is this.

"age?"

"Ten or twelve years old, fifth grade..."

(Little Wu is so cute!)

"Oh, looks like a primary school student."

Elementary school students...

The heels were very thick. If you took off those shoes, along with the newsboy cap stuffed with all sorts of personal items, this woman who had seemed so tall just moments before would only be about 1.5 meters tall...

Primary school students!

Elementary school students are amazing... so strange!

Once Kyosuke Kosaka confirmed that she was indeed just an elementary school student, he released her and, amidst her despairing gaze, ripped the camera off her neck.

"These are all candid photos of Ayase Aragaki... Even though she's just an elementary school student, she's definitely a stalker."

He gave a half-smile, but was actually still wondering.

Not her.

While it's true that a primary school student being a stalker is a bit strange, he's a complete novice at stalking, with pitifully little awareness of how to avoid being stalked.

But the gaze that made Kousaka Kyosuke wary was far more sophisticated than this.

He tried many times, but never managed to catch the other party by the tail.

If it wasn't her, then who could it be?

"Quickly...give me back my camera!!"

"Kid, you should be grateful I didn't take you to the police station."

This kid was incredibly tough; even though he was terrified, he glared at him and said, "Call the police? Fine—call the police right now."

"...That's interesting."

She was still yelling, seemingly having some experience dealing with adults: "So what if I'm a stalker? Call the police!"

He readily took out his phone and called the police.

Then this brat suddenly rushed over.

"Ughhhh!"

While making incomprehensible cries, it charged at him, and before the two tendrils-like strands of bangs could even sway, the fifth-grade student was once again grabbed by the neck.

"You want to take the camera back? Are you dreaming?"

"Woooo..."

Kyosuke had little sympathy for the crying child, but instead came up with a good idea: "Kid, if you don't want what you just said to Ayase Aragaki to reach her ears, you'd better behave."

The film, the voice recorder, and the forced confession she was forced to give—all of these were actually used to scare the child.

"As long as you help me, all these things will be destroyed."

"Humph!"

"Otherwise, you'll become the person Aragaki hates the most."

After threatening him, Kyosuke Kosaka naturally didn't forget to offer a sweet treat: "There's a reward after you succeed, and you'll definitely like it. Aren't you a huge fan of Ayase Aragaki...?"

He whispered a few words in her ear, and then the elementary school student's eyes lit up.

She's still a child!

So... don't let it slip by!

After the transaction was completed, Kyosuke Kosaka patted her head as he left: "Why are you hiding it? You're obviously very cute."

"A talkative man!"

Sayaka put her newsboy cap back on, pulling it down hard to cover her face, and continued to follow behind Ayase Aragaki and the others.

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I accidentally confused Halloween and Christmas.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Unaware of the vastness of heaven and earth, and the clamor of the human world

"I'm telling you, my mobile phone novels are very successful!"

"Ok?"

"There are so many readers!"

One night in October.

Inside his room, his younger sister Kirino seemed to have gone mad.

How can you talk nonsense if you don't go crazy?

Kyosuke frowned, staring at Kirino, whose face was full of smiles: "Do you want to take some medicine?"

Kirino's reserved smile gradually disappeared: "The way you look... it seems you don't believe me?"

"How can you expect me to trust you? I don't even dare to look at your outline after just reading it. And Kirino, when you write novels, you should really pay attention to the layout and writing style, okay..."

"Whatever, whatever!"

Kirino seemed to perk up, jumping off the bed and standing behind him: "Oh dear, this is so troublesome! After all, someone as talented as me is the kind of person who might have these kinds of problems!"