Crossover anime, a daily life that begins with hunting supernatural beings.

The paper figure behind Naomi Nakajima trembled incessantly, and then cracks appeared one after another.

It looked as if it had been cut open by something.

"Naomi!!!"

In the distance, Shinohara Seiko's terrified cries grew louder as the little girl in red gave Nakajima Naomi a deep look before turning into black mist and disappearing.

At the same time, the paper figure, having reached its limit, shattered and disappeared into the world as fragments.

Along with it, the supernatural being within the paper figure.

Naomi Nakajima, who has escaped death three times, is still unable to shake off the fear of not being able to control her own life.

Filled with deep fear, she remembered the dark figure in the infirmary who had forcibly stuffed mist into her mouth.

I remembered that maggot-infested, foul-smelling corpse.

I remembered...

The little girl who was full of malice and murderous intent towards her, and the blood flowing from her mouth.

Finally, unable to bear the intense nausea, I vomited.

He kept vomiting, bringing up all the contents of his stomach along with stomach acid.

That wasn't enough. Just thinking about the misty vapor from that thing being stuffed into her mouth made Naomi Nakajima feel extremely nauseous, causing her internal organs to convulse. She even vomited up all her stomach acid.

"that..."

"Naomi, are you alright?"

Concerned about Naomi Nakajima's condition, Shinohara Seiko, who had also experienced an extremely horrific event, tried to crouch down to comfort the deeply traumatized Nakajima.

"Why are you only just getting back? Didn't you say you'd be back soon?"

"I almost got killed!!!"

Naomi Nakajima's sharp and aggressive language, coupled with a series of terrifying and bizarre events, caused her to completely lose her rationality.

He vented all his despair and anxiety on Shinohara Seiko, who arrived a step too late.

"They said they'd be together forever, but they left me all alone and made me run into this dangerous situation."

"I can't believe you said that."

Shinohara Seiko opened her mouth, trying to explain what had happened to her.

"Enough! Who do you think you are? You're just grinning like an idiot all day long."

Naomi Nakajima, having released her pent-up anxiety and fear through gold data, lowered her head and ignored Shinohara Seiko.

"I just want Naomi to rest a little longer."

Tears streamed from her eyes and eventually rolled down her cheeks.

"Ugh, why? I don't want Naomi to talk to you like that."

After saying those words, Shinohara Seiko ran away crying, leaving Nakajima Naomi standing there, bewildered.

......

......

"That's strange. They were just here a moment ago, how did they disappear?"

Looking at the corpses covered in maggots on the ground, Sakurai frowned slightly.

Or is something clouding my senses?

It's like an illusion.

Sakurai glanced at the infirmary next door, but had no desire to go in, and licked his lips.

"In that case..."

"Don't blame me for cheating."

His fingertips brushed across the waist of his new combat suit, and a crimson dagger appeared in Sakurai's hand.

Then...

It pierced through his heart very casually.

"is it?"

"So that's how it is. I have a general understanding of the current situation."

"You still have time."

"Trying to kill someone right under my nose? You're seriously underestimating me."

A sharp pain shot through his chest and soul, and Sakurai strode toward the women's restroom on that floor.

75. The death of Shinohara Shi’s son?

With her mind blank, Naomi Nakajima curled up on the ground, hugging her legs and burying her face deep in her inner thighs.

At that moment, she inadvertently touched the wound that Shinohara Seiko had bandaged for her not long ago.

"I..."

"What exactly did I say?"

"How could I say such hurtful things to Seiko?"

Only after belatedly realizing how offensive her words had been did she feel remorse.

Shinohara Seiko meant well, yet she did something so outrageous.

"I have to go..."

"He should apologize to Seiko."

As Naomi Nakajima swayed to her feet, a red-clad evil spirit watched her retreating figure with an extremely gleeful expression.

It's like a child laughing heartily while patting their belly after seeing mice killing each other out of hunger.

Because she hadn't checked the time, Naomi Nakajima didn't realize that...

The time has deviated to some extent compared to before.

she...

A period of time was taken away without our knowledge.

During the period she lost her memory, during the time she was unconscious,

Something terrifying happened that she would regret for the rest of her life.

The stairs leading up to the top were littered with the gruesome remains of a young girl, scattered about, her crimson blood staining the entire surface of the stairs.

Are these all people who died here?

Innocent people killed by terrible evil spirits.

so...

We must find Shinohara Seiko as soon as possible.

Startled but forcing herself to continue walking upwards, Naomi Nakajima didn't realize that the corpse lying on the ground was wearing the same school uniform as her.

With her mind filled with the thought of apologizing to Shinohara Seiko, she hesitated for a moment, but ultimately swallowed hard and forced back her tears as she cautiously stepped over the corpse and headed higher.

She finally arrived at the familiar pendulum clock, the very one she had seen not long ago.

As the clock struck precisely on time, Naomi Nakajima, who couldn't help but move closer to the pendulum, stepped on a protrusion on the ground.

Following the sensation of the foreign object, Naomi Nakajima lowered her head and saw the ointment she had given to Seiko Shinohara not long ago.

"This is what I just gave to Seiko..."

"That is to say."

Realizing this, she seemed to have figured something out.

Naomi Nakajima turned around without hesitation and pushed open the half-closed door of the women's restroom.

"Shi Yizi...you're here, aren't you?"

"Listen to me, what was that just now..."

There was a shaking sound coming from the bathroom stall, and for some reason, she instinctively felt uneasy.

Yes...

Is there something inside?

Is it an evil spirit, or...?

Where is Shinohara Seiko, who is crying?

Naomi Nakajima didn't know the answer; all she knew was that she was feeling very uneasy.

It was as if something she absolutely did not want to see had happened.

Naomi Nakajima instinctively felt this way.

But...

why?

Why do I feel this way?

Naomi Nakajima couldn't understand it.

"Shi Yizi..."

"Are you in there?"

After hesitating for a moment, Naomi Nakajima finally mustered up the courage to open the stall in the women's restroom.

"Shi...Yizi?"

Shinohara Seiko, her face deathly pale, was hung on a rope.

Shiyoko Shinohara...