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

With her right hand gripping the shoulder strap of her backpack tightly and her left hand holding a flashlight, Makishima Saori kept encouraging herself as she followed behind the Kurusu sisters.

The sound of the three people's footsteps traveled to the concrete wall, and then was refracted layer by layer, making them particularly clear in the empty floor.

The environment was eerily quiet.

If it weren't for the fact that she could see the two of them, Makishima Saori might have even wondered if she was all alone.

Clang!

An extremely piercing sound came from beneath Kanako Kurusu's feet.

Saori Makishima's heart skipped a beat, her whole body trembled, and her legs involuntarily tightened.

"What's wrong?!"

He asked the question instinctively, his voice cracking slightly.

Kanako Kurusu looked down at the thing she had just kicked away.

With the help of the flashlight's dim light, I could barely make out its appearance.

"It's an empty Coke can, and there's a broken candle on the ground. Looks like someone played a substitution game here before. Now you don't have to be afraid."

Kanako Kurusu turned around, put her hands on her hips, and looked up at Saori Makishima:

"Perfect, let's choose this place then. It's almost time, we can begin."

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Volume 1: Chapter 140 Namo Electric Sound Bodhisattva

"it is good."

Saori Makishima put the bag on her shoulder on the ground, held up a flashlight in one hand, and groped around inside in the light.

The Kurusu sisters stood beside her, looking down at her.

Suddenly, Kanako Kurusu raised her head and looked towards the stairs.

Utterly black.

It's impossible to see clearly.

There was not a single sound.

Only the sound of Makishima Saori turning over goods could be heard.

"Kanako, what's wrong?"

Kanata Kurusu noticed that something was wrong with her and asked her with concern.

He then shielded her behind him, facing directly towards the stairwell.

Squinting.

Makishima Saori also stopped what she was doing and looked over with them.

"I think I saw a mouse dart past."

Kanako Kurusu tightly gripped her older sister's clothes with her right hand.

I was trembling a little.

She was most afraid of this kind of thing.

The other two breathed a sigh of relief, and their tense bodies relaxed again.

"You scared me to death."

Saori Makishima let out a long sigh of relief.

She thought someone was spying on her and almost pressed the emergency call button.

"It's okay, it's okay, maybe it's a stray cat."

Kanata Kurusu patted her hand and offered a word of comfort.

In this kind of environment, it's quite normal to have some small animals.

Kanako Kurusu's emotions gradually stabilized.

He let go of her hand and looked down at Makishima Saori.

"Are you done?"

"All right."

Saori Makishima responded and took out three white candles from her bag, distributing them to them.

Then, with a press of the right hand on the bottom of the candle, accompanied by a crisp click of the mechanism, an orange-yellow light immediately shone from the top of the candle.

There was even eerie electronic music playing from it.

It is "The Great Investigation Zero VI Passed Six Strange Ba, Erxia Read - уI Sad Curse".

Kanako Kurusu's face immediately fell.

"What are you doing now?"

"Electronic candles, how about that? Isn't it interesting?"

Saori Makishima looked at her expectantly, hoping that her clever idea would be recognized.

Unfortunately, Kanako Kurusu only showed her disdain:

"Of course I know it's an electronic candle, that's why I asked you why you brought this thing over?"

Holding this thing ruins the atmosphere of the stand-in game.

She felt like she was performing a play on a primary school stage with crude props.

"That's to prevent accidents, of course."

Makishima Saori replied confidently:

“Isn’t the substitution game supposed to involve everyone lighting a candle and then marking only one of them? So I specially prepared electronic candles and wrote everyone’s name on them.”

"As long as we don't follow the rules of the game, we won't actually encounter any paranormal phenomena, right?"

"you……"

Kanako Kurusu took a deep breath.

My blood pressure is a little high.

"Then let me ask you this: if you do it this way, what's the point of holding the Stand Game?"

"Of course! It's the atmosphere, the atmosphere."

Saori Makishima explained her thoughts in detail:

"This is like going on a pilgrimage to the filming locations of anime. Everyone does things mentioned in their favorite books together, and it gives them a sense of satisfaction. Master should understand, right?"

"Yes, I understand!"

Kurushi nods vigorously.

It's like reenacting a famous scene from an anime with your friends; that sense of satisfaction is irreplaceable.

"Then why don't you just not follow the time and place requirements of the Stand game at all? That way you won't be so scared."

Kanako Kurusu gave her a disapproving look, her expression suggesting she was looking for trouble.

"No, no, no, the electronic candles are just in case something really happens, but we still need that scary and exciting feeling, otherwise it's just like playing house, isn't it?"

Makishima Saori refuted her righteously.

I think there's absolutely no difference.

Kanako Kurusu thought to herself, "I'm just complaining."

All my energy seemed to have been sucked away by the electronic candle in my hand, and suddenly tonight's stand-in game felt utterly boring.

He waved his hand weakly.

"Can we begin?"

"Let's begin."

Press the switch.

Orange LED lights emanated from inside the candle.

An eerie electronic version of the Great Compassion Mantra echoed in the space filled only with concrete pillars.

Kanako Kurusu stared blankly at the electronic candle with her name on it, her eyelids drooping, as she watched Saori Makishima perform.

Some dim moonlight streamed into the building through the windows.

But it can only illuminate that area.

It was as if there was an invisible boundary separating the moonlight from the interior of the building.

Saori Makishima stood between the two sisters, holding a candle in her left hand and her phone in her right, taking a selfie.

"Come on, cheese!"

Kanako Kurusu managed a weak smile.

The image freezes.

After checking the group photo and finding it to be very clear, Makishima Saori nodded in satisfaction.

"Next, each of you go somewhere to be alone for half an hour, and then come back here to meet up again."

"I'll go downstairs."

Kanako Kurusu walked straight towards the stairs.

"Then I'll go upstairs."

Kanata Kurusu looked at Saori Makishima and kindly spoke up:

"Saori, you can go to the stairwell. If you're really scared, you can talk to me loudly."

Holding up electronic candles, the three parted ways.

Kanako Kurusu went up to the fourth floor, but didn't go any further.

Instead, he stood at the top of the stairs, leaned against the wall, and started scrolling through his phone.

Looking down from here, you can just see Makishima Saori and her older sister.

The sound of two people chatting loudly could be heard in my ears.

Although to her it was just making small talk, she thought it was better to just watch videos on her phone.

What is all this about...?

He sighed inwardly.

She was actually quite looking forward to the stand-in game.

The book "Summer, Fireworks, and Me Under the Tree" has been incredibly popular lately. My classmates have been discussing it and debating whether they should try playing it.

For them, stunt double games have become a fashion item.

However, since it was 3:30 in the morning, it was really difficult for them, who were still junior high school students, to get their parents to agree to let them go out at that time, not to mention that they had to gather at least three people.

So despite its high popularity, no one has actually played this game.

Having finally gotten a request from Makishima Saori, Kurusu Kanako planned to try it out and then brag about it to her classmates.

Unexpectedly...

Looking at the crudely made electronic candle in her hand and hearing the jarring music, she felt an urge to stomp on it and smash it.

How is she supposed to tell her classmates about this experience?

If I were to tell anyone, I'd probably be laughed at and ridiculed for being both bad at the game and a playful idiot.

Kanako Kurusu paused for a moment, scratching her ponytail in annoyance.

Something seems off.

Why did Makishima Saori and her sister's voices stop?