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

"more or less."

Kujo Toru nodded.

The reason he dared to let Natsukawa Masaki go fishing alone was because he didn't sense any inhuman aura from the two of them.

With Suzumoto Mayu protecting Natsukawa Masuzu, he felt relieved.

No matter how lazy this little guy is, he's still his shikigami, so dealing with ordinary people shouldn't be a problem.

"However, I still have a question in my mind that I need you to answer for me, Yomiyama-sensei."

"Haven't you already guessed almost everything?"

"No, I really don't know the answer to that question."

Kujo Toru looked intently at the old man and asked, word by word:

"How did you connect the curse of Class 3-3 with the Substitute Game?"

Volume 1: Chapter 130 This Person, Kurokawa Misaki

Kurokawa Misaki looked at Kujo Toru.

Soon, a mocking smile appeared on his face:

"What? You didn't know? Well, I'm not going to tell you then."

It's rampant.

However, Kujo Toru was not angry.

Instead, he took out his own phone.

Natsukawa Masaki sent him a text message.

The content is simple: Kyogoku Natsuhiko has been arrested, and she has already called the police.

Then came the things that Kyogoku Natsuhiko mentioned.

He put away his phone and looked up at Kurokawa Misaki, who seemed somewhat delirious.

She looked completely different from how she appeared when we met in the afternoon.

They were practically no different from the mental patients in Aomori Hospital.

"It's probably related to Yomiyama Middle School after its relocation, or rather, it's related to that shrine."

The laughter was abruptly cut off.

Kurokawa Misaki looked at the expressionless Kujo Toru with some panic.

But Kujo Toru didn't care about his expression and continued speaking:

"Let me explain the whole story."

"You were very sad after Misaki Yomi's unexpected death, especially angered by Class 3-3's act of pretending that he was still alive."

"So, as the principal of Yomiyama Middle School at the time, when the curse tragedy first occurred, you not only did not close the classroom of Class 3, but you continued to recruit students, allowing the curse to continue to spread."

"Yes."

Kurokawa Misaki gritted his teeth:

“My son is dead, and they’re there putting on a fake mourning to show how deep our bond is.”

"But did they even consider my feelings?! They're just classmates with Misaki, but he's my son!! Every single day, when I pass by Class 3, I hear them calling Misaki's name, I see Misaki's name during every activity, and I see Misaki's name in every exam!!"

"They can indulge in the illusion that Misaki is still alive, but what about me?!"

“As soon as I got home and opened the door, the first thing I saw was Misaki’s portrait and his shrine. It was a constant reminder that Misaki was dead! He was dead! My son was dead!”

"So when I discovered the curse had appeared, I was really happy."

“This is Misaki taking revenge on those who tormented me.”

Kurokawa Misaki looked up at the ceiling and raised his hands upwards:

"Later I discovered that Misaki's curse did not only fall on the students of Class 3 back then, but on everyone who studied in Class 3. I felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration."

"That's how it should be!"

"Why should my son die, and the excellent and obedient Misaki die, while these unruly students, these scumbags, are allowed to live their lives well? They should all die with them!!"

His voice was hoarse; extreme resentment had clouded his judgment.

He had already gone mad by the afternoon he heard the news of his son's plane crash.

Kujo Toru glanced at him, then placed his foot on Kujo's knee and pressed down slightly.

The pain coming from above helped him barely regain his composure.

"So fifteen years ago, after the fire, Yomiyama Middle School faced a choice: either close down or merge with another school. But no matter which option you chose, you were worried that the curse would be broken."

"But at the same time, the matter of the culprit, Keiko Hirata, makes you realize that there are still evil spirits in this world."

"So, you made contact with a certain evil spirit, subsequently moved the school there, and then, the landslide recorded in the book happened."

"But that wasn't something that happened naturally; it must have been caused by that evil spirit."

"After that incident, no one survived in the entire town. Such a terrible event made it impossible for the school to continue operating, so you simply gave up the school and started creating art instead."

"As for who the main character in the book is, and the location after the school merger, I really don't know. Can you enlighten me, Professor Kurokawa?"

Kujo Toru did try to find the exact location by starting with that landslide.

However, very little information could be found.

There are only two possible answers: either the rest of the story was fabricated by Kurokawa Misaki, or the local government suppressed the tragedy to protect its own political interests.

Kujo Toru has never hesitated to assume the worst about the politicians in this country.

Furthermore, if what Munakata Kiyono said is true, and it happened in the Kyushu region, then the local governance team does indeed have the ability to suppress it.

After all, that area has been governed by the local Chinese community since ancient times, and this has never changed.

At most, it's just a new skin.

He pulled the real sword from the wall and stared at the old man who was slumped on the ground.

The connection between Yomiyama Middle School and Yomiyama Cape, the relationship between the two, the fact that the school refuses to close or abolish the class despite the apparent curse, the so-called gods and the Seven Luminaries Yomi Festival, the contents of the last three volumes of the book...

This is the answer we get after connecting all the possible relationships.

At this point, all the past events of Yomiyama Middle School were revealed, and Yi Ling's father seemed to be hiding something.

What he had to do was quite simple.

First, find a way to infiltrate the Stand game and break the curse of Class 3-3.

Then, they went to the place after the school merger and exorcised the evil spirit.

"I told you, Kujo-kun, I'm not going to tell you."

Kurokawa Misaki forced a smile, but before he could even finish laughing, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder.

The real sword, which he had maintained for who knows how long, pierced through his shoulder, pinning him to the wall.

Fresh blood trickled down the blade from the wound, quickly soaking the nearby clothes.

"It's okay, I'll find out myself. You just go and stay in prison."

Kujo Toru shook his head, turned around, and walked down the stairs.

He ignored the pale-faced Kurokawa Misaki behind him.

We arrived at the iron door that separated the living room from the basement.

They gave up on the idea of ​​finding the key.

He raised his foot and kicked out with all his might.

As Kurokawa Misaki slumped in the second-floor stairwell, he felt as if the entire building was shaking.

The crystal chandelier in the living room was swaying constantly.

The iron gate was dented in a large section.

Through the twisted gap in the door, you can see that it is at least two or three centimeters thick.

Rather than a door, it looks more like two iron bricks.

I have no idea how Kurokawa Misaki got it.

Kujo Toru took a deep breath.

His spiritual energy surged, and he kicked the dented spot hard again.

Boom!

One of the door panels flew off.

The other door hangs there all alone.

White mist spread outwards from the basement.

The temperature in the already chilly room dropped even further.

By the pale light overhead, the thermometer on the wall could be seen to show minus twenty degrees Celsius.

There was a metal table inside.

Above, the girl's left leg lay there all alone.

Volume 1: Chapter 131 Meeting with Munakata Kiyono

The team that arrived this time was led by Superintendent Ando.

Even though it was already 11 p.m., she rushed over from home when the police called to inform her that a high school student named Kujo Toru had discovered a murder.

Two police cars were parked outside the mansion gate, and warning yellow tape was used to block both ends.

As he emerged from the basement freezer, Inspector Ando's face was somewhat gloomy.

Although it was just a lone human leg, the cross-section matched the remains they had found a few days earlier.

Even without final confirmation from the identification team, it can be basically determined that they came from the same body.

"Boss Ando, ​​the suspect has been apprehended."

Two police officers flanked Kurokawa Misaki, placing cold handcuffs on his wrists.

The wound on his shoulder where he was stabbed by Toru Kujo has been given basic hemostasis treatment, and he will receive further treatment after being taken back.

"How many times have I told you not to use that term? We're not Osaka police, don't act like yakuza!"

Superintendent Ando first reprimanded the two men, then turned his gaze to Kurokawa Misaki.

Although he looked much older than I remembered, I could still see his former appearance.

"Principal, I never imagined that you would have fallen so low after all these years."

Kurokawa Misaki merely glanced at her indifferently.

I have no intention of speaking.

However, coincidentally, Superintendent Ando had no intention of having a deep conversation with him.

If it weren't for this incident, she might have been very happy to meet her former principal.

But now, standing before her was nothing more than a complete and utter murderer.

Liu Yi CVII?l ba si ba _ yu yi waved her hand and directly followed the instructions of the two police officers:

"Thank you for your hard work. Take him to the back seat and keep an eye on him. We'll go back and take his statement."

"Yes."

The two officers straightened up and shoved Kurokawa Misaki, almost causing him to fall to the ground.

However, instead of reflecting on their behavior, the two kicked him in the thigh again.

"Hurry up and behave!"

The two young police officers, who still held simple values, did not give such a kind look to this ruthless murderer.