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

"Thief?!"

Kujo Toru was somewhat speechless.

Do I really look like a villain?

Why do they all see themselves as robbers, murderers, or thieves?

“I’m looking for someone; it was introduced to me by Professor Munakata Kiyono.”

As he spoke, he pointed to the house in front of him.

"Oh, you've come to see my grandfather, right?"

The girl's wariness gradually faded.

She recognized the name Munakata Kiyono; he was an old friend of her grandfather's for many years and often visited their home.

He proactively extended his hand:

"Hello, my name is Kanata Kurusu, a manga artist."

"Kujou Toru, a second-year high school student."

After a polite handshake, the girl, Kanata Kurusu, simply took out her keys from her pocket, opened the door, and casually said:

"You've come at a very inopportune time. My grandfather went to Bajie Street again two months ago and isn't home right now."

She turned around and called out to Kujo Toru:

"I'm here to help with the cleaning. Would you like to come in and have a cup of tea?"

"Okay."

Kujo Toru readily agreed, his tone quite natural, as if he were accepting an invitation from a good friend.

The girl in red widened her eyes slightly, a look of disbelief on her face.

No, any normal person would know that he was just being polite, right?

How could you be so shameless as to agree to that?!

But the words had already been spoken, and she couldn't go back on her word. She could only take a deep breath and lead Kujo Toru inside.

Standing behind Kanata Kurusu, he watched her push open the heavy security door, and then the two of them went inside together.

The room was quite dark.

The curtains completely blocked out the sunlight.

The air, which hadn't been circulated for a long time, was somewhat murky, filled with the pungent smell of paint and varnish.

Kurusu Kanata coughed several times after being choked.

Without even changing her shoes, she quickly drew back the curtains and opened the windows to ventilate the room.

It was at this moment that the entire scene of the hall came into view of Kujo Toru.

There was no furniture.

There is no sofa, no television.

All the space exists for the sake of the painting on the wall.

A huge oil painting that takes up the entire wall.

"This is your grandfather's work?"

"Yes, he drew it when he came back from Bajie City last time. It took him a whole month, and it hasn't been released to the public yet."

With his hands on his hips, Kanata Kurusu's face was filled with undisguised pride, like a child, and his words were full of boasting:

"How about that? Pretty impressive, right?"

"Yeah, that's really impressive."

Kujo Toru nodded in agreement.

The brushstrokes are extremely wild and unrestrained.

The paint was thickly piled on the canvas.

The deep black of the forest forms the background.

The tree branches were twisted and jagged, like countless withered arms reaching towards the sky.

In the middle of this eerie scene, a scarlet temple sits.

It became the only color.

In the corner of the living room, a statue of a tanuki (raccoon dog) carved from ebony sat quietly.

It's exactly the same as the one in his backpack.

In front of the statue, there is also an incense burner.

It was filled with ashes.

Did your grandfather mention where the Eighth Street City used to be?

He asked Kurusu Kanata.

A glimmer of light appeared in Kujo Toru's eyes as he scanned the entire house, finding no resentment or foul air.

“No,” the girl said, keeping her head down as she tidied the room. “I live separately from my grandfather, and he never told me the exact location.”

At this point, she looked up, as if afraid that Kujo Toru would continue to ask questions, and added:

"They didn't say when they'd be back!"

"Okay, I understand." Kujo Toru nodded.

I won't bother you for now.

He shielded the girl's view with his body, secretly pinched off a piece the size of a fingernail from the oil painting with his right hand, and quickly walked outside.

I'll take leave tomorrow and go to Bajie Street next week.

Volume 1: Chapter 47 Kosaka Kirino

late at night.

Daisuke Kosaka pushed open the door to his house.

There was no light on in the entryway.

In the darkness, he changed out of his leather shoes, loosened his tie, and exhaled a heavy breath.

A wave of fatigue washed over me.

The hellish scene he witnessed in that dilapidated apartment in Wakaba Ward, Chiba City, still makes him feel uneasy even now when he thinks about it.

He subconsciously sniffed his police uniform.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like there was still a lingering stench of rotting corpses on it.

Thinking of that calm and composed face, Daisuke Kousaka still felt a pang of regret:

"That kid Kujo Toru... said he wants to go to the Shinto department of the Imperial Academy to get a priest's certificate and inherit the shrine."

"He clearly has an innate criminal saintly physique. It's such a pity. He could totally join the Gold Watch Group."

The "Gold Watch Group" generally refers to the police professional group that has passed the national civil service examination. They can start directly as police inspectors and be promoted to superintendent after seven or eight years.

Unlike him, who has been working for over twenty years and is only a police inspector.

I walked through the corridor, ready to go back to my room to rest.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed light shining through the crack in his daughter Kirino's bedroom door.

I glanced at my watch.

It's 11 p.m.

What is this girl doing? Why isn't she asleep so late?!

Daisuke Kosaka frowned.

I knocked on the door.

Without waiting for permission from inside, he pushed the door open and went in.

The girl in her pajamas sat at the computer desk, frantically fidgeting, her chestnut-colored hair a mess.

Daisuke Kosaka could only see something flash across the computer screen before returning to the desktop.

But the speakers were still playing melodious Japanese music.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Kirino Kousaka's forehead.

racking my brains, searching for an excuse:

"Uh, I'm researching traditional folk customs, especially those related to Shintoism, uh, because..."

His eyes darted left and right, he was restless, and his gaze finally settled on Daisuke Kosaka. He clapped his hands loudly:

"Yes! Because Dad, you have a very retro personality! That's why I'm more interested in these things."

Daisuke Kosaka was too lazy to expose her clumsy lie.

My daughter is growing up, so I need to give her some freedom.

"Stop studying, get some rest. Staying up late is bad for your health."

He rubbed his throbbing temples and was about to go out.

The crime scene today was so horrific that even the forensic doctor performing the autopsy couldn't help but groan.

He was starting to regret sticking to his pride and getting all these things done.

Kirino Kousaka also breathed a sigh of relief.

She had just been playing a rare shrine maiden-themed visual novel called "Tsukikagerou".

It was recommended to her by a guy in the otaku club with the ID "Fallen Saint Black Cat".

And to make matters worse, the story is about to reach the point where the protagonist has to exorcise the demon at close range with his physical body.

If her elderly father were discovered, Kirino Kousaka felt she should flee Chiba City overnight.

but.

Her gaze fell on Daisuke Kosaka's unpleasant expression, and her curiosity was immediately piqued.

"Dad, you look terrible. Did you encounter a big case today?"

Daisuke Kosaka made a move.

He took a deep breath, letting out two breaths.

"Yes. A serial murder and dismemberment case."

He subconsciously reached into his pocket for a cigarette, but hesitated for a moment before lighting it.

It just held it in its mouth like that.

"Dismembered body?!"

Kirino's eyes lit up.

He turned his body upright and assumed a listening posture.

Because of his profession, Daisuke Kosaka used to often discuss the cases he encountered at the dinner table.

The original intention was to remind one's children to be careful when traveling.

Upon closer reflection, it seems quite suitable as a teaching material.

So he continued speaking:

"He is a serial killer from Yachikai City who has fled to Chiba City. He lures lonely high school girls to the park under the guise of confessing his love with love letters and then murders them. There are a total of six victims."