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

"So if someone invites you like this, be sure to invite your friends or me, okay?"

Daisuke Kosaka patted her head, got up, and left the room.

The door closed.

A smile appeared on Kirino Kousaka's lips.

Turn off the lights and go to bed.

I crawled into bed and turned on my phone.

The faint light from the screen illuminated her delicate face.

I clicked directly into the Otaku Fan Club's chat group.

Then, with her delicate pink fingernails tapping, she embellished and sent out what Daisuke Kousaka had just said.

What do you think of my newly conceived plot for a suspenseful light novel?

Seeing the praise and compliments in the group chat, Kirino Kousaka was in a great mood.

Since she had to create her own online persona, she presented herself as a light novel author.

Whenever her father recounted those cases, she would adapt them into short stories and share them in the group chat.

Turn off your phone.

Just as she was getting ready to go to sleep, the notification sound shattered her plans.

A private message popped up in the background, sent by an anonymous person.

[Hmph, I admit your story is quite well-crafted, but have you ever witnessed a real murder? Let me tell you a true story.]

Kirino Kousaka frowned.

But then another message popped up.

Do you remember the dismemberment case at Chiba Municipal Higashi Katsushika Junior High School five years ago?

Higashikata Junior High School...

Kirino Kousaka felt that these words looked familiar, as if she had indeed heard her father mention them before.

After searching her mind for a long time, she finally had a vague recollection.

I typed each word carefully on the screen, and finally clicked send.

[The one where the doll was used to hide the corpse?]

Yes, there were three boys who lured a female classmate to the sports storage room and raped her, but accidentally killed her.

At this point, Kirino Kousaka had completely remembered.

The reason is simple: she was actually still in elementary school at the time, and because she was quite pretty, she was very popular with boys, so the memory is still fresh in her mind.

Even now, she still remembers how those boys later forcibly stuffed the girl's body into a teddy bear doll.

Then it was thrown into the trash can and eventually transported to a waste treatment plant.

The doll wasn't discovered until it was smashed to pieces, revealing the severed limbs inside, and was then discovered by the landfill manager.

Unfortunately, because the three boys were minors, they were ultimately sentenced to six years in prison each, with their sentences suspended until they turned twenty.

Daisuke Kosaka was quite disappointed at the time, but unfortunately, that was the verdict, and there was nothing he could do about it.

【I remember, so what?】

The reply came quickly, as if they had been waiting for his words.

So at night at the garbage disposal plant, you might see discarded toys moving around. If you look directly at them, they'll follow you all the way home and eventually knock on your door.

Ruri Gokou quickly typed this sentence on her phone, having no interest in turning it into a chuunibyou (delusional) style, and curled up into a ball.

His face was deathly pale under the screen's glow.

His eyes were fixed on the door.

Her two younger sisters were sleeping soundly beside her.

A crisp knocking sound echoed inside the room.

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Volume 1: Chapter 48 School Ruins

The knocking on the door grew louder and louder.

Ruri Gokou's hands and feet began to tremble uncontrollably.

Strangely, with such a loud knocking, the parents should have heard it long ago and gotten up to check on the situation.

But that's the reality.

No one could hear her except herself.

She now deeply regrets her decision to act out her adolescent delusions.

Seeing others claiming to be light novel authors and frequently posting their case ideas in group chats made me want to write something like that myself.

So they frantically searched online for previously reported murder cases and eventually discovered this heinous murder case from five years ago.

Then, in order to make the writing more credible, he even went to the long-closed garbage dump at night to gather material.

In the end, I brought this thing back with me.

The knocking on the door grew louder and louder.

Ruri Gokou even had the illusion that the door frame was shaking.

Instinctively, he shielded his two younger sisters behind him.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Three loud bangs.

It made her heart skip a beat.

Fortunately, the room became quiet after that.

It was so quiet that you could only hear breathing.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Ruri Gokou knew that the thing wouldn't bother her again tonight.

only……

"What are we going to do tomorrow?!"

She bit her lip.

On the first day, this thing was just knocking on the door.

The next day, we arrived at the entrance hall.

On the third day, they entered the living room.

Today is the fourth day.

What would happen if it were allowed into the bedroom?

Ruri Gokage dared not even think about it.

I glanced at my phone screen; there was no further reply from the other end.

How to do?

Her purplish-red eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.

She really had no other choice.

She had talked to her parents and teachers about it, but the final answer she received was that it was something she had imagined based on a story in her mind.

I've also tried using salt to expel the spirit, but it was completely useless.

I had no choice but to try anything, so I told the light novel author in the group about it, hoping he could come up with a solution.

But the other party did not reply to her.

Would visiting a more efficacious shrine solve this problem?

Lost in these wild thoughts, Gokou Ruri drifted off to sleep, her heart pounding with anxiety.

A new day has begun.

Sunlight breaks through the clouds.

It gilded the Qingfu Grand Shrine with a golden glow.

The torii gate at the foot of the mountain appears even more majestic.

Kujo Toru's backpack was filled with various tools, making him look like he was about to go on a long trip.

He took out his phone, glanced at the time, and immediately made a call.

The call was connected very quickly.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's voice came through the microphone, and she sounded very sleepy:

"Hey, Kujo, what's up?"

"I need to ask for leave."

Kujo Toru's seemingly casual remark immediately made Hiratsuka Shizuka on the other end of the phone furious.

"Kujo, explain yourself clearly! What do you mean by asking for leave yesterday and asking for leave again today?!"

"You ate yesterday, so you don't need to eat today?"

A simple rhetorical question left Hiratsuka Shizuka speechless.

"Okay, I have something to do, so I'll hang up now. I should be back to class next Monday, and I'll submit the leave slip then."

After saying that, Kujo Toru hung up the phone.

Then, carrying the large bag on his back, he left the shrine and headed towards the tram station.

He was still clutching the piece of oil painting he had pried off.

Before heading to Hachijo City, he needed to find the painter introduced by Munakata Kiyono and ask about the location of the temple recorded in the diary.

Then go to the Jiusanshan Mountain to find that temple.

This is definitely not something that can be done in a day.

Walk to Higashi-Chiba Station, the closest station to Seifu Taisha Shrine.

We then took the JR line, traversing Chiba City's urban area and emerging industrial parks, with the scenery outside the window changing rapidly.

From bustling streets to three- or four-story factories, and finally to vast tracts of fertile farmland.

Utility poles stand on the ridges of the fields, and occasionally agricultural machinery can be seen working in the fields.

When the reinforced concrete buildings reappeared, Kujo Toru knew that he had arrived in Hachikaido City.

As soon as he stepped out of Hachidōji Station, he keenly sensed the difference between it and Chiba City.

Chiba City, as a satellite city of Tokyo, is actually quite prosperous in terms of both its streets and its population.

However, the neighboring town of Hachijo City exudes a strong sense of nostalgia.

Whether it's the streets that look like they did a decade or two ago, or the passersby who are almost never young people, this feeling permeates everything.

Even the shops that are open still retain their original charm.

I randomly picked a wagashi shop that looked like it had been around for a long time, and bought a few sakura mochi to eat on the go for breakfast.

The tip of his left finger shimmered with a deep blue glow.

Spiritual energy was infused into the fragments of the oil painting.

The spirit-summoning technique has been activated.