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

The sound of a metal baseball bat scraping against the ground grew closer.

A menacing, half-human-sized teddy bear came into Natsukawa Masuzu's view.

He dragged his baseball bat in his right hand and walked towards us step by step.

Compared to its palm-sized form, Suzumoto Mayu in this appearance is indeed quite ferocious.

If this hadn't been a setup by Natsukawa Masuzu from the very beginning, she probably would have thought Suzumoto Mayu was a real, insane dismemberment perpetrator.

Following Suzumoto Mayu, they approached the man's side one after the other.

When she was about five or six steps away from the man, Natsukawa Masaki stopped.

At this distance, even if the other party wanted to launch a surprise attack, she and Suzumoto Mayu would be able to react in time.

"Mr. Kurokawa, you're that newly emerged dismemberment criminal, aren't you? You imitate Akiyama Shoji's murder methods."

Natsukawa Masuzu asked a question, while Suzumoto Mayu poked the man's head with a metal baseball bat.

She spoke in a thuggish, bullying tone, her voice harsh and menacing:

"Stop playing dead, or I'll blow your head off!"

The man finally made a move.

Stop pretending to be dizzy, she propped herself up with her hands and sat up, leaning against the tree trunk behind her.

He uttered his first words of the night, aside from screaming:

"Who said I'm Kurokawa?"

Surprisingly, it wasn't Kurokawa Misaki's aged yet refined voice, but rather the voice of a middle-aged man.

The only thing they had in common was that Natsukawa Masaki was also very familiar with this voice.

"Edit Hirata?!"

As the girl spoke, the man finally took off the hood of his tracksuit.

Shoe prints were still visible on the other person's face, and blood was still flowing from below their nose.

Despite his disheveled appearance, he was indeed recognizable as Hirata, the editor he had met that afternoon.

Natsukawa Masaki's beautiful eyebrows furrowed.

Her actions tonight were all pre-arranged.

There was never any story about her accidentally putting Kujo Toru's book into her bag.

The phone ringing was just an alarm she had set in advance.

It was all her talking to herself from beginning to end.

Even the so-called meeting place, the artificial lake in Chiba Park, was just a deliberate attempt to place themselves in a remote environment.

It's simply to make the other party take the initiative, so that you can step in yourself.

Back when he left the Kurokawa Misaki family, although Kujo Toru didn't verbally reveal his findings, he actually told her all the suspicious points via email.

The reason for doing this was that at that time, Kujo Toru had already discovered that someone was following him.

Later, when he was walking down the street with his head down, he was only talking to Toru Kujo.

"You already found out?"

Hirata, the editor, wore a self-deprecating smile.

I didn't expect these two to be so perceptive; they discovered it so soon after we met.

He even thought he was the hunter.

Natsukawa Masaki remained silent.

According to the plan they had devised, they would deliberately go to some secluded places alone every night to make it easier to fish.

Unexpectedly, the other party was in such a hurry that they launched an attack on her that very night.

"But why you? You have absolutely no reason to do such a thing."

Natsukawa Masaki couldn't understand it.

Volume 1: Chapter 128 Why is it the Seven Luminaries Yellow Springs Sacrifice again?

If Kurokawa Misaki had concealed something about the curse of Class 3-3, neither Natsukawa Masuzu nor Kujo Toru would be surprised.

After all, that so-called diary was far too far-fetched.

Both of them were more inclined to believe that Kurokawa Misaki had been hiding something important.

However, it's really strange that he learned the methods of Akiyama Shoji, who had nothing to do with him, to hunt down young girls and then dismember them.

Not to mention that it wasn't Kurokawa Misaki who did this, but rather editor Hirata.

That makes it seem even stranger.

"Why me? Why can't it be me?"

Hirata, the editor, grinned, about to burst into laughter, when a silvery-white shadow slammed directly onto his head.

boom!

The crisp sound drifted through the night sky.

The sharp pain in his forehead made him instinctively clutch his head, his mind reeling.

Suzumoto Mayu's impatient voice rang in my ears:

"She asks, you answer, but don't use the villainous stuff from TV dramas."

Although hearing the Yakuza's tongue-twisting sound coming from the mouth of a half-person-tall teddy bear was quite confusing.

But looking at that ferocious figure, the crooked red line, and the cold baseball bat in the bear's claws, Editor Hirata subconsciously swallowed.

He met those eerie button-shaped eyes and nodded silently.

My mental state returned to normal almost instantly.

Suzumoto Mayu then held the baseball bat in front of her, satisfied, and gestured to Natsukawa Masuzu.

"I did this because I wanted to resurrect someone."

"resurrection?"

Natsukawa Masaki repeated his words.

She wasn't very clear about the ins and outs of the Akiyama Shoji incident, only knowing that he was a murderer.

Kujo Toru did not tell her the whole story.

If Kujo Toru were here, he would immediately understand what Hirata editor was talking about.

“Yes,” Hirata editor looked at Natsukawa Masuzu, “have you heard of the evil magic, the Seven Luminaries Yomi Festival?”

"Some time ago, a deity told me that as long as the Seven Luminaries Underworld Ritual is completed, the dead can be brought back to the world from the underworld."

"For this purpose, seven beautiful young girls are needed as sacrifices. Their left arm, right arm, chest cavity, waist and abdomen, left leg, right leg, and head are sewn together to serve as the body of the deceased."

At this point, editor Hirata gritted his teeth:

"Unfortunately, there was a guy named Akiyama Shoji who committed a similar dismemberment case in Chiba City before. As a result, I only killed one person before a police report was issued, and I was unable to find a second one."

This is also why he was so eager to attack Natsukawa Masaki.

Because he really didn't know when he would find another suitable target to take action after missing this excellent opportunity.

Even with cold storage, a body cannot be preserved for very long.

Natsukawa Masaki had absolutely no interest in the resurrection magic he mentioned.

They showed no reverence whatsoever for the so-called deities mentioned in the conversation.

Only those who have never truly come into contact with such things will hold them in high esteem as deities.

Anyone who has actually seen it wouldn't have this thought.

Those so-called gods are nothing but evil spirits; how could they possibly be kind enough to help ordinary people?

The so-called gifts had a price tag written in secret long ago.

"And what about Kurokawa Misaki? Is he unaware of your affairs, or is he one of your accomplices?"

"Of course they're my accomplices!"

Hirata, the editor, subconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth, but seeing that Suzumoto Mayu's baseball bat could fall on him at any moment, he quickly wiped the smile off and honestly answered Natsukawa Masuzu's question:

"The left leg that was removed from the girl's body was kept in the cold storage in his basement. How could he not know?"

"Moreover, the person I want to resurrect is his son, so he will definitely choose to help me."

"You want to resurrect his son? What's your relationship with him?"

Natsukawa Masaki continued to press for answers.

She initially thought Hirata was trying to resurrect his family, but it turned out to be Kurokawa Misaki's son who claimed to have died in the curse of Class 3-3.

"What relationship? He is the successor of my life's swordsmanship, my most prized disciple. I regard him as my own son!"

Hirata, the editor, was very emotional.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Kujo Toru's cell phone rang.

He glanced at the contact list and then answered the call directly:

Good evening, Professor Kurokawa.

"I'm sorry to bother you so late, Kujo-kun."

An aged voice, tinged with apology, came from the other end of the phone.

It was Kurokawa Misaki, whom I had visited that afternoon.

"No, I just got home not long ago."

Closing the book in his hand, Kujo Toru stood up and inquired about Kurokawa Misaki's purpose for coming:

"Is there something you need, Professor Kurokawa?"

“That’s right,” the old man’s voice was somewhat tired, but even more so, excited:

"I made an unexpected discovery while looking through some documents at home. It seems to be related to the new address of Yomiyama Middle School after its relocation. If possible, could you please come over for a visit?"

"No problem, I'll go right now."

His tone was very decisive.

Even Kurokawa Misaki on the other end of the phone was startled.

The other party spoke hesitantly:

"May I ask a question? Kujo-kun, what exactly is the reason for your keen interest in the curse of Class 3-3?"

Kujo Toru raised an eyebrow.

His tone of voice remained unchanged:

"Because I'm very curious about these kinds of things!"

"Mr. Kurokawa, don't you think so? There have been legends of gods or monsters since ancient times, but they have completely disappeared in this day and age."

"Those were times of ignorance..."

Before Kurokawa Misaki could finish speaking, Kujo Toru interrupted him:

"No, I believe it exists! So, Professor Kurokawa, your book, and the curse of Class 3-3, make me even more convinced that I am right!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Just as Kujo Toru was beginning to wonder if he had overdone it and scared the other party away, Kurokawa Misaki's voice slowly rang out.

His tone was quite melancholy:

"I never expected to meet someone like you when I was about to give up on finding the truth. In that case, I'll just wait at home for Kujo-kun to arrive."

hang up the phone.