A prince from a certain American comic book

Chris smiled and suddenly pulled out Ike's timetable from the back pocket of her jeans, saying, "I took yours too. You don't have classes this morning. Let's go."

Ike asked, "Where to?"

Chris turned and walked toward the library, saying, "Let's go sit down in the library. I heard they've received a lot of Howard Stark's papers this semester."

Ike shook his head as he watched Chris's elegant back and followed her.

the next day.

Just as Ike was about to leave, the phone rang.

"I am Ike."

“Ike, I think it’s time for you to go back.”

Ike paused slightly upon hearing Ms. Carter's voice on the phone, tossed his backpack aside, sat on the sofa, and asked in confusion, "Aunt Carter, what have you found out?"

Sitting in her Washington office, Ms. Carter looked at the detailed investigation report that had just been sent to her and said, "Nothing special, Charles McCulloch did indeed commit suicide."

"……but?"

“Heh.” Ms. Carter chuckled after hearing what Ike had said on her behalf and then said, “According to the Hampton Precinct’s first crime scene report, Charles McCulloch had a large amount of sleeping pills in his system, but his face before he died… wait, to use the precinct’s words, was abnormally distorted, as if he had seen a ghost.”

Ike, who was sitting on the sofa covering his forehead, was slightly taken aback.

Facial distortion?

Ms. Carter then said, "As for the little girl you mentioned, the detectives did find some of the girl's personal belongings in the room, but the branch office searched the Hamptons for three days without success."

Were you kidnapped?

The thought had barely formed in Ike's mind when he immediately extinguished it.

If kidnapping is the cause, then there must be a purpose behind it.

The purpose of kidnapping is nothing more than two things: either to obtain money or to seek something else.

But what can the kidnappers get from Aini?

money?

Charles McCrock is dead, so who can the kidnapper call to ask for money?

Charles from hell?

Just then.

Ding Dong!

The doorbell rang... I want to chat with more like-minded people about "The Prince of a Certain American Comic Book"~

Chapter 077: Sadako's Arrival

Ike turned to look at the door where the doorbell rang.

"Wait a moment, Aunt Carter."

"it is good."

Ike put the phone aside, flipped himself off the sofa, and landed smoothly on the ground as he walked towards the door.

After opening the door.

Ike then saw the deliveryman turn and leave.

The deliveryman was taken aback when he heard the door open behind him, then smiled and said to Ike, "Hi, I didn't know you were home. I left the package outside."

Ike looked at the young deliveryman, who appeared to be only in his early twenties, and said, "I've never seen you before."

The deliveryman was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "I just started working here yesterday."

Ike nodded and looked down.

A square package lay on the doormat.

Talking Tom also ran over from inside, sniffed the package, and then looked up and meowed at Ike.

After waving a friendly wave at the deliveryman, Ike said to Talking Tom, "Go away, you haven't finished your cat food yet."

Tom the cat blinked his amber eyes, sat up straight, and looked up at Ike.

Ike didn't even glance at it.

Jerry the mouse, who was in the stairwell, was pointing at Talking Tom and laughing heartily. Talking Tom was very unhappy and chased after Jerry the mouse with his claws.

Ike glanced at it briefly and then ignored it.

Expecting Talking Tom to catch mice?

Jerry was the one who eventually chased out the nest of rats in the basement.

Ike walked toward the sofa while glancing at the package in his hand.

The sender is unknown.

These days, since parcel bombs don't exist yet, the United Postal Service allows anonymous mailings.

Hiss!

As Ike picked up the phone again to talk to Ms. Carter on the other end, he picked up a fruit knife from the coffee table and opened the package.

The outer packaging of the package was torn open, revealing the contents inside.

It's a videotape.

And judging from its appearance, it's second-hand.

Ike smiled.

"What's wrong?" Ms. Carter asked curiously after hearing Ike's laughter.

Ike shook his head, holding up the videotape, and said, "It's nothing. Someone anonymously sent me a videotape out of the blue."

Ms. Carter, also curious, asked, "Have you given your address to any friends?"

After thinking for a moment, Ike said, "Astoria, I contacted Astoria once after I came out."

Ms. Carter thought for a long time and then frowned, saying, "The Greengrass family?"

Ike hummed in agreement.

Astoria Greengrass, from the Extraordinary World, is the youngest daughter of the Greengrass family and a believer in the purity of bloodlines.

However, if it really was that little girl Astoria sending him something, she would definitely use an owl to send it. How could she possibly use a courier service that is called a Muggle?

Ike scratched the back of his head.

next second.

Ike shrugged and prepared to play the videotape in his hand.

However, just as Ike turned on the VCR and was about to insert the videotape...

Ike paused slightly.

……and many more.

Anonymous letter.

Videotapes of unknown origin.

Play?

With a snap.

Ike tossed the videotape aside and, still somewhat shaken, sat back down on the sofa.

Good guy.

Freddy came, but in the end, he was captured by the Hell F4 summoned by Ekko.

Jason, the Crystal Lake assassin, also came here, but was eventually subdued by Ike and handed over to the mysterious S.H.I.E.L.D., which supposedly has a way to control him.

What now?

Jesus Christ.

The Virgin Mary.

Oni-shet.

Falk.

Is this some kind of deliberate attempt to pit him against horror or thriller movies?

What's with this Sadako suddenly appearing?

The ordinary world is so malicious towards him.

Row.

Take ten thousand steps back.

Ike could understand the appearance of Freddy and Jason, but this Sadako is a product of Japan. Aren't you afraid of her not adapting to the local environment when you send her here?

"Ike".

"Ike?"

"Ike!"

Ike snapped out of his reverie and grunted into the empty phone receiver.

Ms. Carter, who was far away in Washington, D.C., breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What happened just now? I couldn't get through to you on the phone?"

Ike's gaze drifted to the black videotape that had rolled onto the floor. He licked his suddenly dry lips and said to Ms. Carter on the other end of the phone, "Uh... well, Aunt Carter, I have a question for you."

"……you say."

"Does your department recruit mysterious forces from island nations?"

"……for example?"

Onmyoji.

"...What is that?"

Ike rubbed his forehead and leaned back on the sofa, saying quietly, "Aunt Carter, what would you say if I told you that I've been targeted by another evil spirit?"