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

Natsukawa Masaki looked at him in disbelief.

No, judging from the expression you just made, if there were even a policeman there, they would have handcuffed you in a heartbeat.

You actually said I have no sense of humor?!

As he spoke, Kujo Toru had already drawn a wisp of mist from between Akiyama Shoji's brows.

He then took out a small paper figure made of white sandalwood paper from his backpack and slapped the mist into it.

It's like ink being dropped on something, spreading rapidly.

Finally, a human face was formed on the paper figure's head, perfectly matching the features of Akiyama Shoji.

After doing all this, Kujo Toru finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The failure of the spirit-summoning technique last time left a deep impression on him, so this time he tried a different approach, and fortunately, he succeeded.

It seems that even the thing behind the scenes isn't omnipotent.

What was that just now?

Natsukawa Masaki was very interested in these things, like a curious child.

“A wisp of his extraordinary soul.”

Kujo Toru replied calmly.

Humans have four souls: the strange soul, the mysterious soul, and the unnatural soul. The unnatural soul governs intelligence and memory, and is also connected to supernatural forces.

He used the substitution technique to extract a wisp of Akiyama Shoji's soul from his body and attach it to the paper doll. In this way, he could use the doll to track down the existence that gave him divine power.

However, Natsukawa Masami didn't quite understand these Shinto theories, and could only nod as if she understood. She kicked the man who had completely fainted and asked a crucial question:

"Then what about him?"

"Tie them up first, then we'll talk."

Kujo Toru squatted down and took out a shimenawa (sacred rope) from his bag.

Originally intended for easy setup of ceremonies or protective barriers, it unexpectedly came in handy.

Use it directly as a rope, drape it around the man's neck, pass it under his armpits, then around his back, crossing it several times, and finally tie it around his ankles.

His movements were so skillful and his hands and feet so nimble that Natsukawa Masaki looked at him with a strange expression.

"You're so skilled, you must play a lot of this?"

"This is the craft of your ancestors, we can't lose it."

After checking again and confirming that the other party would not be able to break free even if they woke up, Kujo Toru finally stood up.

She glanced at Miura Yumiko, who was rushing out, and gave Natsukawa Masuzu a word of advice:

“You stay where you are and call Detective Kosaka to handle this. I know you asked for his number last time.”

After saying that, Kujo Tetsu ran out following the directions given by the paper figure, without waiting for her to reply.

Only Natsukawa Masaki was left standing there, stamping her feet in frustration.

Run all the way.

Kujo Toru's figure transformed into a black shadow, weaving through the streets.

Adhering to the principle that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line, he directly climbed over the wall, rushed across the pedestrian overpass, and passed through someone else's yard.

Before the homeowner could react, the figure had already disappeared.

As for today's class?

What's the point of having a class in this situation!

At worst, I can skip half a day and then ask Hiratsuka Shizuka for a leave slip later.

The other person is such a gentle person, they probably won't disagree...

The surrounding environment gradually became remote.

Large numbers of dilapidated houses line both sides of the street.

Occasionally, a few pickup trucks would drive in or out.

This is the old industrial area of ​​Chiba City, which has a history of almost a hundred years.

Therefore, most of the workshops here are family-run handicraft workshops.

The master craftsmen live in this decades-old factory, using antique machine tools, and crafting inexpensive little parts with their utmost dedication.

Compared to the emerging industrial zone, this place is already dilapidated and is merely barely surviving.

As a result, the foot traffic is extremely low.

It's perfect for hiding.

Before long, Kujo Toru arrived at his destination.

Before me stood a two-story iron apartment building covered in rust, which must have been used as a dormitory for workers back then.

The sunlight was blocked by the dilapidated factory buildings on both sides.

There was a rusty, musty smell in the air.

He reached into the bag with his right hand and grasped the hilt of the sword.

Then, Kujo Toru walked directly up the iron staircase that looked like it could break at any moment.

I walked up the stairs, step by step.

Without any abnormalities or obstacles, he made it to the second floor without any problems.

Then, he stood before the dark green iron gate, where the resentment was strongest.

Without the slightest hesitation, he kicked it directly.

The iron gate, whose bolts were already rusted, could not withstand the force of the impact; its surface dented, and it collapsed.

It smells fishy!

An incredibly strong, fishy stench!

It causes physical nausea.

But what's even more disgusting is the scene inside the room.

Flies swarmed around.

Fat, white worms crawled around on several corpses.

All limbs are missing.

The face was so rotten that it was unrecognizable, and pale yellow liquid flowed onto the floor.

His sunken eyes were fixed on Kujo Toru.

One of the corpses had glittery nail polish on its fingers.

My gaze lingered on it for a moment.

His complexion remained unchanged.

The temperature around me was just a little lower.

Walk straight in.

They carefully avoided the pooled water on the floor.

Following the pervasive resentment and foul air, Kujo Toru directly targeted the tanuki statue placed in the corner.

He drew the Divine Blade, his left palm enveloped in spiritual energy, and picked it up to examine it closely.

The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed.

do not know.

Even after searching through the entire "Collection of One Hundred Demons" in his mind, he couldn't find a monster that matched the characteristics of this statue.

The most famous tanuki monster is undoubtedly the Okami Gyoubu Tanuki, the number one tanuki general of the Shikoku region, also known as the Eight Hundred and Eight Tanuki.

In addition, there are Shibaemon Tanuki and Danzaburō Tanuki, among others.

However, none of them are depicted with a black butterfly on their head.

Is it really a deity worshipped in some remote areas?

After thinking for a moment and confirming that there was no longer any divine power in the statue, Kujo Toru put it into his bag.

He plans to consult his friend, the folklorist who is also a spiritual matriarch.

Folklorists are the most knowledgeable about this extremely niche belief.

At least he's more professional.

After doing all that, Kujo Toru glanced around the living room again, and finding nothing unusual, went straight into the bedroom.

The first thing that catches the eye is the corpse on the bed.

Or perhaps "body parts" would be a more accurate description.

The body parts, varying in size and skin color, were forcibly glued together with quicklime.

The joints are stitched with dense black thread, the stitches are very close together.

Only the head was missing.

Above, the photos clipped to thin ropes resemble white banners.

I carefully counted the number of body parts; there were six in total.

This means that six girls have already lost their lives here.

"The Evil Art Seven Luminaries Underworld Sacrifice..."

Nine-Tall Neighbor Qi Ershi ViI? Si Che turned his head away.

The desk was placed silently beside the bed.

There was also an open diary on it.

Volume 1: Chapter 45 Eighth Street City

"Who keeps a diary, even a decent person..."

Kujo Toru picked it up casually, drew back the curtains, and began to read it in the dim light.

The handwriting was very messy, with large sections of writing frequently made corrections.

It's clear that the diarist was in a very unstable mental state while writing the diary.

Some areas still bear traces of dried blood, further complicating the deciphering process.

Kujo Toru frowned slightly, carefully discerning each word.

The first page contains what was written seven years ago:

[Keiko is dead. I strangled her.]

The writing was very forceful, and the paper was torn in some places.

[I've been watching her for three years, whether I'm at work, after get off work, showering, or sleeping, I've always been watching her. Why won't she even glance at me?!]

I confessed my feelings to her, but she got really scared, saying she didn't know me at all and even threatened to call the police to say I was harassing her!

She deserves to die! That vile woman, she deserves to die, she deserves to die, she deserves to die!

Kujo Toru turned to the second page:

[I killed someone? I killed someone! How could this be? I loved her so much! It couldn't have been me! I've been framed!]

【I'm going to escape! Hachijo City is located in the middle of the mountains, it's quite remote, I'll escape there!】

The following content is basically about Akiyama Shoji's life of living in constant fear and hiding his identity after disposing of the body.

His mental state is becoming increasingly deranged.

Kujo Toru quickly flipped through the pages, completely ignoring the unimportant parts.

He quickly stopped moving.