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

It looks bizarre; its overall design consists of eyeballs with slender limbs growing out of them.

It was hanging on the zipper of the backpack, swaying back and forth.

Her eyes lit up.

Isn't this the pendant that Kujo Toru said he would return that night?!

"That's strange, Jianzi. Didn't you say the pendant was lost?"

"Yes."

Yotsuya Miko was also completely bewildered.

Mingming discovered her pendant was missing after running home through the rain last Friday night when it was pouring rain.

She was also somewhat upset about it.

"I never expected to suddenly appear in your desk today."

"It must have been returned by someone specifically."

A figure flashed through Miko Yotsuya's mind, and she spoke hesitantly.

She had never met the boy before, and didn't even know his name. How could he know where her classroom was?

"Yotsuya-kun."

An elegant voice called out to her.

Turning around, I saw a beautiful silver-haired, blue-eyed girl standing gracefully behind me, smiling at me.

"I have a question for you. Do you know Toru Kujo?"

"what?"

Yotsuya Miko looked angry and bewildered.

A moment later.

"I'm very sorry, I was too abrupt."

She gathered her skirt with both hands, bowed slightly, and spoke with a tone full of apology.

In front of outsiders, Natsukawa Masaki fully displayed her perfect exterior.

Both in appearance and in dealing with people, he is impeccable.

Her behavior made Yotsuya Miko quite uncomfortable.

He scratched his face with his right index finger, looking embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, all I can provide is the location of the bus stop where we're supposed to meet."

"No, that's enough. Thank you for the message."

Natsukawa Masaki straightened up, her face full of confidence.

Now that we know where Yotsuya Miko met with Kujo Tetsumi, all we need to do is stake out the area.

If you won't give me any information, then I'll investigate myself! Let's see how long you can keep this up!

Don't underestimate my intelligence network, Natsukawa Masaki!

late at night.

The man staggered up the rusty iron stairs.

Every step you take makes a creaking sound.

It seems like it could break at any moment.

This is a rental house with a considerable history.

In the man's memory, the place had never been repaired since he moved here.

The lampshade above was filled with black ash, making the light quite dim.

It could barely illuminate the ground beneath our feet.

Stumbling and staggering, the man reached a dark green iron gate. Holding a bottle in his right hand, he pounded on the gate with his left, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Keiko, open the door quickly, I'm back!"

The rude shouts echoed in the hallway.

no respond.

No neighbors came out to check.

The entire floor remained dark.

That's quite normal, though. In such a dilapidated apartment, everyone else would have moved out long ago. Only the man's family continued to rent here because of their special circumstances.

"Hehe, I forgot, you have difficulty moving around and can't open the door."

The man exhaled a breath reeking of alcohol and grinned foolishly.

After searching his pockets for a long time, he finally found the key.

Insert the key into the lock, turn the iron door open, and the room is pitch black.

Without paying much attention, I stepped inside and closed the iron gate.

A strong, fishy stench filled the room.

It was almost suffocating.

But the man seemed not to smell anything and went to touch the light switch as usual.

The room was lit, but the man tripped over some debris and fell to the ground.

"Sorry, sorry, I accidentally kicked your foot. Does it hurt?"

The man looked distressed and held his right leg, which had rolled far away, in his arms.

Gently wipe away the dust, then carefully wipe away the bloodstains with a cotton towel.

Suddenly, he stopped moving and stared at the broken edge.

"What bad luck! I forgot to do the preservation work, and no one has responded to the letters I sent out."

With a soft sigh, he tossed his right leg off the bed as if throwing away trash.

The man glanced at the female corpse lying on the coffee table with her eyes wide open, then stepped over it expressionlessly.

He sat down at the table, pulled a bright red envelope from the drawer, picked up a piece of paper, and began to write furiously.

In the corner, a small wooden Buddha statue, no bigger than the palm of your hand, silently watched all of this.

Volume 1: Chapter 27 A Grand Escape into the Sunlight

It was a statue of a raccoon dog.

The entire piece is carved from ebony.

The craftsmanship is rough, and there are still many wood shavings on the surface, making it look like a cheap souvenir from a store.

The only thing that left a deep impression was the butterfly overhead.

This is quite different from the usual image of a raccoon dog with a leaf on its head or wearing a straw hat.

Stuff the letter into the envelope.

The man got up from the chair and walked towards the bedroom.

The dim red light seemed to stain the room with a layer of blood.

A clothesline hung from the messy bed, connecting the windowsill to the wardrobe handle.

Photos were hung on bamboo clips, all of them showing young and beautiful girls.

The man stared wide-eyed, bloodshot eyes as he surveyed the area from left to right.

Finally, one was selected and removed.

Close the door again and place the photo, along with the envelope, between the statue's hands.

With solemn expressions, they respectfully clapped their hands twice and bowed twice.

Extremely devout.

Behind him, the woman's corpse, carelessly tossed on the tatami mat, stared at him silently.

The firelight illuminated the room.

The photograph turned to ashes.

A strange noise came from the window, and it opened automatically.

A black crow flapped its wings and flew in.

It eventually landed next to the statue.

It picked up the crimson envelope with its long beak, glanced at the man with its scarlet eyes, then flapped its wings again and flew out the window.

They disappeared into the night.

Deng.

The window was closed again.

The heavy curtains fell again, blocking out the moonlight.

Inside the main hall of Qingzu Grand Shrine.

The candlelight flickered.

The ebony scabbard of the divine sword reflected the candlelight.

Kujo Toru donned his snow-white hunting robe for the first time in a long time.

She held in her hand the letter that had fallen from Yukino Yukinoshita's shoe cabinet earlier that day.

Tiny, shimmering rays of spiritual energy shone from my fingertips.

A peculiar character was sketched in mid-air and disappeared into the letter.

"go."

With a light flick of his index finger, he saw a neighbor, Yin Qishi, who looked like a dove.

The Spirit-Tracing Technique, used to locate people by pointing to objects, is activated.

The paper rustled, and the characters that had just disappeared reappeared, transforming into birds that spread their wings as if about to take flight.

The pure blue fluorescence was mixed with a slight off-color.

Wisps of blood mist seeped from the bird's body, forming chains that bound it.

Kujo Toru frowned slightly, his spiritual energy surging within him.

However, before he could even make a move, the birds had already completely disintegrated.

The letter turned into black ash, which drifted down to the ground.

This power... is divine power!

Kujo Toru turned around and looked up at the night sky outside the hall.

The bright moonlight shone on the earth.

The shrine was completely calm.

Only the sounds of birdsong and insect chirping echoed.

Although it is weak, there is no mistake, it is definitely divine power.

It has the same characteristics as the power that hangs over the Seifu Taisha Shrine and on Yukino Yukinoshita.

The only difference is that the power of the shrine gives people a sharp feeling, while the golden light on Yukino Yukinoshita can be felt as a sense of the vastness of the sky.

The blood mist, on the other hand, is utterly ominous.

"A demon?"

Kujo Toru took a light breath.