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

In this way, the message sent to Kujo Toru becomes completely useless.

It would be better to cooperate with the other party and stay here.

But then again, so much time has passed, if Kujo Toru had called the police directly, they should have arrived by now, right?

"Okay, I'll go. You guys better hide."

The young man with the earring shook his head and went along with the others' idea.

With great effort, he pulled the iron gate open a crack, and then crawled out.

A night breeze blew by, making him shiver involuntarily.

Before I knew it, a thin layer of white mist had risen outside.

Everything in sight was blurry.

There's a sticky feeling when you're in it.

A woman stood quietly in front of the door, raising her hand, ready to knock again.

The young man with the earring quickly stopped him, speaking irritably:

Stop knocking!

"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you."

The woman chuckled awkwardly, withdrew her hand, and looked at the young man with a somewhat restrained expression.

The young man with the earring didn't speak, but instead carefully examined her.

The woman had a kind face, thick hands, and calluses on her palms, suggesting she did a lot of heavy work.

Coupled with the other person's heavy accent, the young man with the earring believed her.

It seems they really are country bumpkins who got lost in Chiba City.

"You're really something to get lost in a place like this in the middle of the night. Aren't you afraid of running into something dangerous?"

The young man with the earring made a comment.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the iron gate, blocking the gap with his body.

Even if he sent him away, all he could do after returning home was stare blankly at Yukinoshita Haruno.

Instead of wasting time, why not chat with the person in front of you?

"Chiba City is a big city, it should be safe, right?"

Upon hearing the woman's words, the young man with the earring simply sneered.

"By the way, I came to Chiba City to find my relatives, but I can't find the address they gave me. Could you help me take a look?"

The woman reached into her pocket and carefully pulled out a piece of paper.

It also appears to have large splatters of ink on it.

The young man with the earring took it with one hand, opened it, and squinted to make out the words on it in the dark.

"Chiba City, Wakamatsu Town, garbage treatment plant... Isn't this the place?"

He raised his head.

The woman still wore a kind smile.

The white fog gradually thickened.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at his feet.

"So this is the place. It seems I haven't come to the wrong place."

The woman took two steps forward.

The young man with the earring felt his legs and feet getting cold.

He tried to speak, but found his voice stuck in his throat, unable to come out no matter what he did.

It was only then that he realized something was wrong.

It's so quiet around here!

And with such a strong night wind, how could there be such thick fog? It should have been blown away long ago!

"I have another question for you. Do you know Mayu? Mayu Suzumoto, my daughter."

The woman approached step by step.

The young man with the earring froze on the spot.

Unable to move.

The eyeballs were trembling violently.

Because he heard a familiar name.

Suzumoto Mayu, that's the name of the girl they accidentally killed five years ago.

He was also the protagonist in the case of the corpse hidden in the doll.

"You should know him, right?"

"No, it's absolute knowledge."

The image of women has changed.

Her rustic clothes were transformed into a glamorous, blood-red dress.

Her long hair, which had been tied up, was let down and fluttered in the night breeze.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with a chilling malice.

His black fingernails gleamed like paper cutters, and his forehead was stained with blood, with a large hole in the center, into which a stone the size of a thumb was embedded.

"After all, it was you who strangled my daughter to death."

"They sawed her body apart."

"She emptied the teddy bear I bought for her."

"Finally, they stuffed her inside and threw her in the trash can."

The fingernail brushed against the young man's short-sleeved shirt, eventually settling between his collarbones.

In the other person's terrified eyes.

It was inserted directly!

Strands of fresh blood oozed out.

Intense pain flooded his mind.

He really wanted to shout.

But it cannot make a sound.

He really wanted to roll around on the ground.

However, it is unable to move.

They could only watch helplessly as their flesh was slowly dissected by fingernails.

Heart, liver, kidneys...

Thick black mist emanated from the other person and entered his mouth and nose.

He could only personally experience the feeling of his body being completely hollowed out when he was fully conscious.

Just like how we emptied out that little bear doll back then.

Inside the factory building.

Yukino looked up at the sky with suspicion.

She thought she saw a dark shadow flash past the small window just now.

Am I seeing things... or is someone hiding there?

"Why hasn't that guy come back yet?"

The tattooed young man sat cross-legged on the waterproof tarp and yawned.

"Who knows? Why don't you go out and take a look?" the blond-haired man joked.

"Stop joking. It's just like in a horror movie. Even though their companions are in trouble, the main characters still have to go out and explore one by one. Are they just forcibly sending them away?"

The tattooed young man closed his eyes and said nonchalantly:

"I bet that guy is having a great chat with someone."

clang.

The iron gate was closed again.

The two of them, along with Yukinoshita Haruno, all turned their gazes in that direction.

A figure slowly walked towards them in the darkness.

The blond-haired man and the tattooed youth exchanged a glance and subtly tensed up.

They only relaxed again when the shadowy figure got closer and they could see it clearly.

They were the companions who went out earlier.

"Why did it take so long?" the blond-haired man asked.

"The address that woman gave me for directions was wrong, and I argued with her for a long time."

The young man with the earring casually replied.

They stopped walking.

He looked down at his feet, then bent down and picked up the things on the ground.

It was a tattered red cloth.

It was covered in black grime.

Only when it's unfolded can you barely make out the shape of the dress.

"It's a bit chilly, take this to keep warm, don't catch a cold."

He threw the rag directly onto Yukinoshita, which happened to cover her exposed knees and calves.

He then walked toward the two of them.

On the road.

The boy ran at great speed, carrying a travel bag on his back.

Her eyes shone with a bright, intelligent light as she gazed at the garbage disposal plant lying prostrate in the night.

Book 1: Chapter 72 The Good Spirit

Within the sight of Toru Kujo.

The entire waste treatment plant was shrouded in an extremely thick and viscous black fog.

It also contained many ominous-looking scarlet blood streaks.

"Just like Ushi-no-Toki back then..."

Kujo Toru muttered something to himself.

The black mist is the resentment in people's hearts, and the bloodline is the foul air.

It is a vengeful spirit born from the resentment generated by a tragic death.

And then we encountered the foul air that originated from the negative emotions deep within everyone's heart.

The non-human entity that ultimately forms is neither a vengeful spirit nor a monster, but a demon.

Given time, if it is worshipped, it will become a vengeful spirit like the black leopard.

Normally, these kinds of demons and ghosts are basically transformed from the resentful souls of monsters after they die.

Compared to yokai, the four souls of humans are far too weak, and only a small fraction can ultimately become vengeful spirits.