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

The man, reeking of alcohol, stumbled through the damp alley.

Beneath the dark green baseball cap, his eyes were bloodshot.

He looked no different from an ordinary drunkard.

The dilapidated two-story apartment stood quietly under the night sky.

Not a single light shone through; the deathly silence was unsettling.

However, for a man, this was something he was already used to.

After all, he was the only tenant in this dilapidated house.

It's a familiar route, requiring no lighting whatsoever.

I climbed the stairs, which looked like they could collapse at any moment due to rust, and arrived at the iron gate.

The man straightened up.

I was completely awake.

He took out his key from his pocket, then gently turned the door open a crack and slipped inside.

The strong smell of blood, rot, and preservatives mingled together.

Kicking away the dark, sticky substance under his feet, the man stepped through the viscous liquid and went straight to his bedroom.

The smell of preservatives is stronger now.

Moonlight quietly slipped through the gap in the curtains, casting its light on a fair, white left hand.

The glitter nail polish on it was sparkling.

The man's eyes were filled with madness.

"Left arm, right arm, chest, waist and abdomen, left leg, right leg..."

"One more, one more."

"Huizi, it'll be ready soon, Huizi..."

He murmured softly, but his face remained eerily calm.

There was also a hint of holiness in it.

Looking up at the hanging rope above the bed, I scanned the photos, searching for the next and last target.

Finally, he reached out and took the middle photo.

Her rare golden curls were particularly eye-catching.

He sat down at his desk, took out a bright red envelope, and began to write on the letter.

He then went to the corner of the living room and placed the letter between the hands of the tanuki statue.

The man kowtowed deeply to the ground, whispering:

"Please, Lord Kuroko."

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A police car slowly came to a stop.

The car door was pushed open, and Yumiko Miura stepped out.

"Mr. Miura, thank you for the clue."

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing the serious face of the police officer behind it.

"We will conduct reconnaissance immediately in order to seek progress as soon as possible."

Yumiko Miura's face was gloomy. She didn't answer, but just nodded silently.

She only let out a deep sigh after watching the police car drive away.

Although immediately after she finished the call, a police inspector took her back to the police station to question her about the specific situation, take her statement, and even drove her back.

It was impeccable in both attitude and process.

But Miura Yumiko knew that her idea had failed.

Because this case was not transferred to the criminal investigation department, it was continued to be treated as a regular missing persons case.

"I'm sorry, Kyoko, this is all I can do."

After offering herself a word of comfort, she composed herself and knocked on her own door.

The door was opened very quickly.

The mother's smile was extremely radiant:

"Welcome home, Yumiko."

This joy was contagious, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her face: "I'm back."

"Go wash your hands and get ready to eat."

"Ah."

Yumiko Miura nodded, her frustration finally easing considerably.

As I squatted down in front of the entryway to change my shoes, I heard my mother's voice again.

However, compared to before, it now has a more ironic tone:

"By the way, when I came home from grocery shopping, I found an anonymous letter addressed to you in the mailbox."

"letter?"

Yumiko Miura looked up in confusion.

Who writes letters to keep in touch these days?

Why not just leave a message via email or Line?

"You're really stupid."

Her appearance, however, displeased her own mother.

She, who was usually called "Queen" at school, was directly hit on the head by her mother.

"There's only one explanation for this, isn't there? A love letter, oh, a love letter!"

Mrs. Miura rolled her eyes at her and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

"Believe me, I didn't open it. It's on the coffee table. Don't forget it yourself."

"it is good."

She gave a casual reply and didn't take the matter to heart.

Anyway, it's absolutely impossible for Kujo Toru to write something like this, so it doesn't matter who wrote the letter.

She didn't remember it until after she had eaten, done some homework, and finished taking a shower and getting ready for bed.

What if it's not a love letter, but something real?

With that thought in mind, Miura Yumiko opened the door in her slippers and went into the living room.

Then I saw the very conspicuous bright red envelope on the coffee table.

Aside from "Miura Yumiko received", there is no other information.

She began to understand why her mother had thought it was a love letter.

There was no postmark or address, so it was clearly put into the mailbox by the person who placed it there.

Reach out and pick it up.

The seal is intact, indicating it has not been opened.

only……

Looking at the envelope, which appeared to be dripping blood under the incandescent light, Miura Yumiko was startled.

All the muscles in my body were completely tense.

Without thinking, I rushed to the living room window, yanked the curtains shut, leaving only a narrow gap, and cautiously peered out.

She remembers it perfectly.

On the day Kyoko Toda disappeared, when she was bragging to her about someone confessing their love to her, she pulled out an envelope that was exactly the same as this one!

I'm being watched!

That was her first thought.

That person knows where I live!

They might be secretly observing you!

The thought of this possibility sent chills down her spine.

It seemed as if a pair of cold, sinister eyes were watching her from all directions.

outside the window.

The night was dark.

Only a few buildings still had their lights on.

The streetlights stood alone in the darkness.

On the opposite rooftop, several crows stood quietly on the eaves, almost blending into the darkness.

Two stray cats were fighting on the wall.

no one.

Yumiko Miura breathed a sigh of relief.

My body relaxed, and my legs felt a little weak.

The crimson envelope was already soaked with the sweat from her palms.

"Call the police directly to Qi 300033 or San Si Qun."

Clutching the letter tightly, she rushed to her room, intending to call the police.

I had no intention of opening the letter, because it might contain that person's fingerprints, which would be crucial evidence.

The mournful cawing of crows pierced the sky.

A black butterfly, invisible to the naked eye, fluttered in.

The dark blue patterns on its wings emitted a faint glow.

It mysteriously passed through the wall and pounced directly on Miura Yumiko's forehead.

Then, he crawled inside.

The hurried footsteps stopped.

Yumiko Miura stood blankly in front of the bedroom door.

Looking at the envelope in my hand.

A seductive voice echoed in my mind:

Even if you report it to the police, they won't care, because ordinary missing persons cases and criminal missing persons cases are two different things, and they won't cause trouble for themselves.

Why not read what's in the letter and then figure out a way to catch that guy?

Her emerald green eyes seemed somewhat lost in thought.

Yumiko Miura opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.

Deciphering the scribbled handwriting above:

"Meet me behind the artificial lake in Chiba Park at 7 a.m. tomorrow?"

Volume 1: Chapter 42 What are you doing here?

The horizon was dyed a golden color.

A few rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone down.