Supernatural/Anime Crossover: Where Did My Romantic Comedy Go?

The vibrant colors of the present world, which serves as a dwelling place for the living, are stripped away, transforming into a simple black and white world, much like ink painting.

And the hidden world beneath begins to emerge.

After examining it carefully for a while, Kujo Toru still couldn't find any clues.

"If it's not a monster, then it's that group of people again? We've already taught them a lesson..."

Shaking his head, Kujo Toru put the wooden sign aside and went back to his house to get a broom, intending to clean the place up.

The same thing happened last year.

At that time, he also planned to sell Qingfu Temple and then use the money to return to the countryside to live the life of a young master.

So I contacted several real estate developers in Chiba City and asked them for their quotes.

Then the system appeared, and the land sale was ultimately dropped.

However, one real estate developer was unwilling to give up and kept pestering them.

After being refused several times, they even resorted to hiring gangsters to harass them, hanging dead chickens on the top of the torii gate on New Year's Eve to intimidate them.

After Kujo Toru investigated and learned the truth, he went to "negotiate" with them that night and played a game with them using his shikigami. After that, things calmed down.

As for the dead chicken, he took it to have an extra meal.

Free-range chickens make a really fragrant soup.

Despite the stench of the foul-smelling wine, he shoveled the mangled crow carcasses into a garbage bag and sealed it.

Just as he was about to throw it into the nearby garbage dump, Kujo Toru heard a surprised voice behind him:

"You killed someone?!"

"Have you evolved into the ultimate form of casual slander, Miss Yukinoshita?"

With a lukewarm reply, Kujo Toru turned around to face the person who had just entered.

His expression was rather indifferent, or perhaps "distancing" would be a more accurate description.

He knew this woman.

Yukino Yukinoshita, the heiress of Yukinoshita Real Estate.

Among the real estate developers he contacted when he was preparing to sell the shrine was Yukinoshita, whose manager was none other than Yukinoshita Haruno standing before him.

Even now, they haven't given up trying to persuade him to sell the land.

"Where's the slander? This bloodstains and the stinking black garbage bags—isn't this just someone killing someone and preparing to dump the body?"

She had shoulder-length black hair, wore a beige short-sleeved shirt with a bright red shawl over it, and her plump, long legs were encased in casual pants.

With her hands behind her back, Yukino Yukinoshita's mature figure was further accentuated.

Like a vibrant heroine in a morning drama, she leaned slightly forward, a smile playing on her lips, gazing at Kujo Toru.

But what she said next was completely contrary to her sunny appearance:

"But it doesn't matter. As long as you agree to sell me the land near the Tsushima Park at the foot of the shrine, I'll even help you dispose of the body."

She blinked her bright, watery eyes and gave a sinister smile: "Just find an oil drum, put a few stones at the bottom, throw the body parts in, fill it with cement, and then throw it into Tokyo Bay."

"You've never actually disposed of a corpse before, have you?"

"Huh?"

The unexpected question made her expression freeze instantly.

Standing beneath the torii gate, Kujo Toru's tone was utterly calm:

“Cement isn’t stone. The body parts sealed inside will release gas as they decompose, eventually cracking the cement and causing the body parts to float to the surface.”

"The idea of ​​driving cement piles into Tokyo Bay is just artistic embellishment in movies and TV shows. This should be common knowledge for someone who frequently commits murder."

His overly calm tone gave Yukino Yukinoshita a sense of unreality.

When she saw Kujo Toru's face shrouded in shadow, she felt a chill run down her spine.

This guy couldn't have actually killed someone, could he...? No way...? Hiss!

"A more convenient approach is to throw the body directly into a cement mixer truck. This way, the body will be completely crushed and mixed with the cement and gravel. Even if it causes the cement to crack later, the large area of ​​cracking will raise suspicions that the construction company cut corners..."

"Ugh... please stop talking!"

Just thinking about the scene described by Kujo Toru made Yukino Yukinoshita feel a churning in her stomach.

He quickly covered his mouth, stopping Kujo Toru from continuing.

"Perfect timing. Your family is in real estate development, right? Help me take this body to your construction site and dispose of it. It'll save me the trouble of making the trip."

Out of the corner of her eye, a black, unidentified object was hurtling towards her.

Yukinoshita Haruno hurriedly dodged to the side, looking utterly disheveled.

Looking at the bulging black garbage bag at her feet, she had a serious expression and stared intently at Toru Kujo.

"You're not serious, are you? I'm really going to call the police!"

She clutched her pink phone tightly in her hand, stealthily taking a step back, ready to escape at any moment.

Seeing her like this, Kujo Toru stopped trying to scare her and told her the truth directly:

"It's just a crow's carcass. I don't know who threw it here. You can open it and take a look yourself."

Yukino Yukinoshita stared at the trash bag for a long time, but ultimately couldn't muster the courage to open it.

He could only stubbornly insist on talking back to try and salvage his reputation after his blunder.

Why should I help you deal with such disgusting stuff?

"Because I suspect this was done by your Yukinoshita Realty, throwing small animal carcasses at the doorsteps of people who refuse to sell their land to disgust them. Isn't that exactly what your real estate company excels at?"

Yukinoshita was speechless for a moment, because what Kujo Toru said was indeed true.

These kinds of things are usually done by real estate companies bribing local gangs; it's an open secret in the industry.

Although she had never instructed anyone to do such a thing to the Seifu Taisha Shrine, she couldn't guarantee that no one below would act on their own.

Especially given that similar incidents had occurred in the past, she felt even less confident.

Forcibly suppressing her nausea, Yukinoshita extended three fingers and carefully lifted the garbage bag, afraid of getting even a speck of dirt on it.

He glanced at Kujo Toru with a resentful look, sullenly uttered a sentence, and turned to leave:

"I will find out who did it!"

Volume 1: Chapter Thirteen This Ghostly Daily Life

Watching Yukinoshita Haruno reluctantly leave with the trash bag, Kujo Toru felt a strange sense of familiarity.

If my chest were a little flatter, and my hair a little longer...

"Hey, Yukinoshita!"

The girl stopped and turned around.

His face still wore that impeccable smile, radiating warmth and approachability.

"What's up, Kujo? You've finally decided to sell that piece of land to your older sister?"

"Don't you have a younger sister who studies at Zongwu High School?"

Ignoring her question again, Kujo Toru spoke directly.

Upon hearing his words, Yukinoshita Haruno's body stiffened slightly, and her expression instantly turned extremely fierce.

But soon, that ferocity completely dissipated, turning into a sense of realization.

Then, she stared intently at Toru Kujo with an expression of disbelief, as if she had seen something incredible.

"You don't recognize him?!"

"Should I know him?"

The other party's incredibly dramatic change of expression caused a question mark to slowly appear above Kujo Tetsu's head.

At most, we've only had a business negotiation relationship. Do I really need to investigate all your family relationships?

You are Party B, and I am Party A!

Yukino's demeanor has changed.

Although that smile returned to her face, it was even more radiant this time.

Kujo Toru subtly saw a wicked sense of humor in it.

I have a feeling this guy is looking forward to a good show.

"Well, since you're so curious, why don't you go ask him yourself?"

With her big eyes blinking, Yukinoshita Haruno tilted her head and waved to Kujo Toru.

Then he picked up the trash bag and left.

She walked with light steps, looking like she was in a good mood.

"They've practically smeared a fox's tail on my face..."

Muttering something under his breath, Kujo Toru turned and returned to the shrine.

It's time to clean up the remaining bloodstains.

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Yotsuya Miko opened her eyes.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

His younger brother, Kyosuke Yotsuya, stood quietly by the bed, expressionless, like a wax figure.

"Sister, did you kill someone?"

The words were so impactful that they caused Yotsuya Miko, who had just woken up, to have her brain completely shut down.

"what?"

"Because you kept talking in your sleep, saying things like 'Don't come any closer,' 'It's not me who ruined you, it's this world that ruined you,' and 'If you come any closer, I'll kill you'..."

Watching her younger brother perfectly mimic her voice, Yotsuya Miko's confused mind gradually cleared, and she understood what had happened.

Because she witnessed indescribable scenes of violence last night, she had a dream while sleeping.

So in my dream, I was chased again by that awful vengeful spirit at the bus stop.

Incidentally, he was also dismembered once by the boy holding the black umbrella.

It was a terrible dream.

So her face immediately fell, and Yin Sanjiuer displayed the authority of an elder sister:

"Is breakfast ready? Hurry up and help your mother!"

"whispering sound."

She finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her younger brother leave the room with a pout and close the door behind him.

She got out of bed and was about to change out of her pajamas, but after glancing at the corner of the wall, she decisively abandoned the idea.

A small dish of salt was placed there, most of it already scattered on the floor.

Several tiny imps, no bigger than a finger, were lying there licking salt grains.

"Let's go to the bathroom and change."

Muttering to herself, Yotsuya Miko picked up her clothes and left the room, feeling deeply regretful.

I should have known better than to run so fast at the bus stop yesterday; that person was clearly exorcising a vengeful spirit.

If I pay him, he should be able to exorcise these vengeful spirits.

But that boy was really scary!

They're even more terrifying than the murderers in TV dramas!

Staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror, and at the dark eye sockets staring back at her, Miko Yotsuya mechanically brushed her teeth, her mind racing.

She lowered her head, looked past the half-rotten skull, turned on the tap and began to wash her face, silently making a decision in her heart.