The Daily Life of a Salted Fish Assassin in Anime Crossovers

"So that's why I saw your 86 outside. You were invited too," Kogoro Mouri muttered to himself, but soon he led Ran to Jiang Hang's side.

"Is there a mahjong table here? We can play a few rounds before dinner," Kogoro Mouri was clearly a mahjong pro, and he immediately rubbed his hands together, itching to play, after hearing Jiang Hang's invitation.

Conan, standing to the side, looked at Kogoro Mouri with a helpless expression, seemingly thinking that the other was beyond saving.

To their surprise, when they approached the mahjong table, they found that this decades-old mahjong table seemed to be different from the mahjong tables outside.

This mahjong table is somewhat similar to those automatic mahjong tables in that it has a hole in the middle for holding the mahjong tiles. However, there were naturally no automatic mahjong tables forty years ago, so the players obviously had to reach into the hole to grab the tiles.

What's even stranger is that after they took the mahjong tiles out of the hole, they discovered that most of them were transparent. After taking stock, they found that each type of tile in the set had three transparent tiles, allowing others to see what kind of tile it was, while only one tile was opaque.

"How could the owner of this place know how to play mahjong like this... How do you play mahjong like this?" Xiao Lan, who had been eager to try playing mahjong after hearing about it, looked at the set with some doubt.

However, the female detective who was about 60 years old stood up after seeing the mahjong set. She was the armchair detective Chima Kazuyo, whom Koharu Yuno had mentioned before. She could solve cases simply by sitting in a chair and listening to people tell them about them. Her age gave her more experience in this area than the average person.

“I’ve heard of this kind of mahjong, but that was a long time ago,” she said, glancing at the detectives around the mahjong table.

"There was once a very wealthy man who possessed unimaginable wealth and was extremely cruel. His favorite thing to do was to lure young people who were pursuing wealth with money, and in the end, he almost killed them with these money traps. This mahjong game was one of the methods he used."

All the famous detectives present seemed curious about the "money trap" mentioned by Senma Kazuyo, while also wondering how such a strange-looking game of mahjong, which they had no idea how to play, could take someone's life.

"The rules of this mahjong game are not much different from those of regular mahjong, but since most of the mahjong tiles are transparent, the opaque tiles become more important. Of course, an even more important point is that the chips in this mahjong game are not purely money."

"One milliliter of blood, at most, could be exchanged for more than 100,000 yen from that wealthy man. And 100,000 yen in those days would be equivalent to more than one million yen in today's terms," ​​Chima Kazuyo calmly stated the rules.

Upon hearing this rule, Kogoro Mouri immediately adopted a money-grubbing expression: "If one milliliter of blood can be exchanged for one million yen, then I'd be willing to participate in such a gamble. A normal blood donation involves several hundred milliliters, so wouldn't I be able to exchange it for hundreds of millions?"

“Of course it’s not that simple,” Senma Kazuyo rolled her eyes at Kogoro Mouri. “Do you think you can take so much money from the other party so easily? That kind of mahjong game requires at least half a round at a time, and then a settlement is made at the end. If you win money at the end, you can naturally take the chips you won from the other party, but if you lose, they will take as much blood from you as they have lost.”

"Generally speaking, a person can lose a maximum of a little over 1,000 milliliters of blood at one time. Losing more than 2,000 milliliters is almost certain death. From what I understand, quite a few people participate in this card game, but very few actually manage to leave with their money. Most people simply die at the card table."

Chima Kazuyo looked at the mahjong table that had been there for decades.

"Over the years, this mahjong table may have witnessed the deaths of dozens of people."

After hearing Chizuru's description, Ran Mouri and Yuno Kiharu both turned pale. When had these two girls ever heard of such game rules? They were also deeply afraid of the mysterious tycoon who designed these rules, who was like a devil.

They had originally wanted to play mahjong together, but at this moment they completely gave up the idea and even moved far away from the mahjong table, as if they were afraid of being haunted by the spirits of those who died at the mahjong table.

On the contrary, several male detectives, along with the forensic pathologist Ikumi Gunta, became quite interested in this particularly cruel mahjong game after hearing Senma Kazuyo's explanation.

"Using blood as a bargaining chip? What a tycoon with a twisted sense of humor. But people who would be willing to participate in this kind of card game are probably guys who are very confident in their card skills and think they can win money from their opponents," said Ikumi Gunta, her tone somewhat dismissive.

"This kind of mahjong is not just about mahjong skills, but also about psychological games. Those who have won money earlier may even participate in the game again after being prompted by their opponents to win more money. In the end, they may not only lose all the money they won earlier, but may even lose their lives."

Hakuba Saguru shook his head. He had already noticed more traps in this rule: "And those who lose at the beginning are also easily trapped in the fear of having a certain number of milliliters of blood drawn for each loss. In the end, the psychological pressure will increase as they play, and they will become more and more conservative. They will go from wanting to win money at the beginning to only thinking about saving their own lives. If they continue to play like this, they will naturally only lose more miserably."

"This rule doesn't sound very good. In the end, as long as you can keep winning, there won't be any problems." The speaker was another detective wearing a hat and with a cigarette in his mouth. Judging from his tone, he should be Mogi Harufumi, who used to run a detective agency in Hollywood and often clashed with American gangsters.

"If it were me, I'd probably be able to win all of that guy's money. I'm pretty confident about that."

As he said this, he looked at the mahjong set and said, "This mahjong set looks quite interesting. Does anyone want to play a round? Of course, it's just for fun, so you don't need to use your blood as a bargaining chip."

Jiang Hang was naturally not afraid of these rumors. Just as Mogi Harufumi said, if Karasuma Renya had invited him to play this kind of mahjong, with Hawkeye's full map cheat, he probably could have won all of Karasuma Renya's fortune.

With Jiang Hang and Mogi Harufumi both expressing their indifference to the rumor, Hakuba Saguru and Mouri Kogoro naturally wouldn't back down at this point.

So, in the end, Yoshino Koharu and Ran Mouri went to the side to play chess, while the armchair detective, after explaining the rules of the mahjong game, also found a comfortable chair and lay down. The four famous detectives, along with Conan and Ikumi Gunta, then began to compete in mahjong at the mahjong table.

When the maid reminded everyone that dinner was ready and they could go down to eat, the card players also calculated their chips and, by the way, how much money they could win or how many milliliters of blood they would lose if the original rules were followed.

The final result was that Jiang Hang, who had the full map cheat enabled, won a great victory. Mogi Harufumi, a gambling expert, won a small amount of chips. Hakuba Saguru didn't seem to be very good at playing mahjong before, but he learned very quickly. After losing a lot in the early stages, he slowly caught up in the middle stages. In the end, he only lost a little bit, which was about five or six hundred milliliters of blood.

As for Kogoro Mouri...

If we were to actually draw blood, we'd probably still owe a lot of money even after draining all the blood from his body.

"Damn it, my luck is so bad," Kogoro Mouri muttered angrily. "You guys go to the restaurant first, I'm going to the restroom. Jiang Hang, do you know where the restroom is over here?"

Jiang Hang looked at Kogoro Mouri and said, "I also need to use the restroom. I'll take you there."

Chapter 278: Chapter 276: Your disguise still needs improvement, Kidd.

On the way to the restroom, Kogoro Mouri glanced at Jiang Hang, who was rolling his eyes beside him, and gave a soft sneer.

"You figured it out after all, didn't you?"

Jiang Hang simply pursed his lips in response.

"What do you think? I knew it was you the moment I got closer and took one look."

"I thought you were planning to use some kind of identity to sneak into this mansion, but I didn't expect you to disguise yourself as Kogoro Mouri. Where is the real Uncle Mouri? Did you drug him and then tie him up in the toilet?"

After confirming that there were no cameras or listening devices nearby, Jiang Hang looked at the other person with disgust. He knew that Kaito Kid's usual style of impersonating others was to knock the person unconscious and then strip the man naked and tie him up in the toilet.

Clearly, Kaito Kid somehow managed to disguise himself as Kogoro Mouri this time.

Seeing Kogoro Mouri, who is usually carefree and irresponsible, suddenly change his style is a bit hard to get used to.

It has to be said that Kaito Kid's move was really daring. After all, Conan is no pushover, and it would be quite difficult to disguise yourself as someone close to him without being noticed, especially if he is prepared.

In fact, although Kaito Kid is a world-class master of disguise, it is not an easy task for him to perfectly impersonate Kogoro Mouri.

“I investigated the detectives who received the invitation this time and found that the others were not easy to deal with. This uncle seemed easy to handle and it would be easier to disguise him.” Kaito Kid almost said the words “lacking vigilance” outright.

"He should be sleeping at the gas station right now. According to the dosage I gave him, he should wake up tomorrow morning. One night is enough time for me to handle things here."

"You'd better be careful. After all, you're not the real Kogoro Mouri. You can't fully grasp a person's personality by observing them for a few days. When you were playing mahjong just now, you pretended to be stupid, which was too embarrassing. You didn't show his exasperated feeling at all."

Jiang Hang looked at Phantom Thief Kid and pointed at him.

"Besides, Uncle Mori is a heavy smoker. Not only is the smell of smoke on you too faint, but you haven't smoked a single cigarette all afternoon."

"And the most important point is that Uncle Mori is easily distracted by beautiful women and will take the initiative to get close to them. Ikumi Gunta is a beauty, but you have never taken the initiative to greet her or show her any interest. This is the biggest problem."

"It's also because Xiaolan has a bit of a phobia of that mahjong table and hasn't paid much attention to you, otherwise she would have noticed something was wrong with you long ago. However, the other famous detectives present probably won't be so easy to deal with."

Because of Jiang Hang, although Kaito Kid knows about Conan, the two have never actually interacted. So at most, he thinks Conan is a smart little boy and can't possibly know his true strength. Naturally, he doesn't take too much precautions against this seemingly insignificant boy.

For him, all he needed to do was ensure that Xiaolan and the other famous detectives couldn't discover his true identity.

Although Conan might have already begun to suspect the identity of this "Kogoro Mouri," Jiang Hang, who was just visiting the Twilight Villa and incidentally seeing what the inviter was up to, naturally didn't need to continue reminding Kaito Kid.

On the contrary, Jiang Hang wanted to see the embarrassing situation of Kaito Kid failing in front of Conan.

Knowing that Kogoro Mouri was currently having a good dream in that secluded gas station, Jiang Hang briefly explained the problems with the Kogoro Mouri he was impersonating to Kaito Kid, and then said nothing more.

After revealing his identity, Phantom Thief Kid quickly asked Jiang Hang if he had made any discoveries in the mansion.

"I have a pretty good idea of ​​what the person who borrowed your identity and invited so many famous detectives here is planning to do."

“Those people who impersonated me before, besides wanting to use the name of Phantom Thief Kid to attract more attention, also wanted to do some shady things in the name of Phantom Thief Kid and then frame me for those things,” Phantom Thief Kid said, seemingly waiting for Jiang Hang to continue.

"Actually, it's nothing much, just a case of unscrupulous parents cheating their own son." Jiang Hang had learned their technique of keeping things mysterious while talking with the other famous detectives. After revealing a few things to Kaito Kid, he directly changed the subject and said to Kaito Kid, "It's already dinner time, let's go to the restaurant and hear what the guy who called us here has to say."

Jiang Hang's sudden display of wicked humor caught Phantom Thief Kid off guard, and his expression became somewhat stiff.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "You were the one who approached me saying you could help me this time, but it turns out you had no intention of helping me at all."

Kaito Kid always kept in mind what his father had told him: to keep a poker face at all times. Otherwise, he would really want to roll his eyes at the other person right now.

The two of them walked towards the restaurant together, but before they even got close, on the way from the main hall to the restaurant, they saw the group of detectives surrounding a person, seemingly examining him.

Jiang Hang went closer and found that a muscular middle-aged man was lying unconscious on the ground. Judging from his chef's attire, he was probably the food detective Oogami Shuzen, who could solve cases "by eating delicious food".

Jiang Hang hadn't seen the other person in the mansion for the past few hours. According to the maid, the chef who was supposed to prepare dinner for the day was absent due to illness, so the food detective decided to cook for the famous detectives who were attending the gathering himself.

Ikumi Gunta, a former forensic pathologist, was examining the other person's physical condition at the moment. Jiang Hang learned about the situation from Yuno Kiharu.

They were heading to the restaurant when, halfway there, Da Shang Zhu Shan rushed in from outside in a panic, shouted "Bomb!" and then collapsed.

"bomb?"

Jiang Hang's lips twitched. Another bomb?

Chapter 279: Chapter 277: The Famous Detective in a Coma

"We'll wait here for Ms. Gunda to get her results, while Mr. Hakuba went out with Mr. Mogi to check on the situation," Yoshino Koharu explained to Jiang Hang in a low voice.

As soon as Yoshino Koharu finished speaking, Ikumi Gunta had already made a pretty good judgment on the situation: "He should just have been drugged. So far, there seems to be no toxicity. Let him wake up naturally, and he should be fine."

Ikumi Gunda's tone was somewhat cautious: "But with drugs and bombs... it seems the person who invited us here probably has ill intentions."

However, as Jiang Hang looked at Da Shang Zhu Shan lying on the ground, his expression gradually changed from contemplation to confusion, and then his eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Wait a moment, can I confirm this?"

Ikumi Gunda nodded and made room for Jiang Hang.

Jiang Hang walked to Da Shang Zhu Shan's side, then bent down and pinched several parts of the other person's body. After checking the other person's current sleeping state, his expression became serious.

"This is supposed to be a precaution I put on my car; it's impossible to start unless someone wants to tamper with it."

After Jiang Hang said those words, almost everyone's eyes were on him.

The first to express surprise was Yoshino Kiharu: "Eh? Jiang Hang, you installed these things in the car? How come I had no idea?"

The more rational one was clearly Chima Kazuyo, the armchair detective who adjusted his glasses: "Things seem to be getting interesting."

Her gaze swept back and forth between Jiang Hang and Da Shang Zhu Shan, who had fainted on the ground.

"What was the 'bomb' that Da Shang mentioned before he fell into a deep sleep, and why did he trigger this mechanism on your car?"

It seems that this old detective suspects both Jiang Hang and Da Shang Zhu Shan at the same time.

"Do you have the antidote on you?" Gunda Ikumi clearly wanted to wake up Oogami Kisuke right now. Once he was awake, she could ask him many questions.

“This is a sedative I specially prepared that has no side effects and is very effective. There is an antidote, but even if I give him the antidote, it will probably take him several hours to wake up.” Jiang Hang spread his hands. “I think he usually seems to be under a lot of pressure, and he probably needs sleeping pills to fall asleep. It’s better to just let him sleep until tomorrow morning.”

Jiang Hang didn't seem very nervous at this moment. This sleeping potion wasn't something that could be produced by just messing around. The person who was worried about not being able to explain it clearly shouldn't be him, but the Great Master Zhushan who was still fast asleep.

As for bombs, although he has the skill of being proficient in bombs, apart from being able to have a go at explosions on the set of special effects filming, he usually only carries a few smoke bombs and flashbangs... At most, he has a few electric shock bombs that can make people lose control of their bladder hidden in the left-hand hidden blade that Professor Agasa recently completed.

After all, as detectives, even Inspector Megure and his team have come to accept that it is normal for Jiang Hang to carry some self-defense items.

"Anyway, let's carry him into the restaurant first. The two outside should have a result soon." Phantom Thief Kid disguised as Kogoro Mouri said this. Now, the only men present were him and Jiang Hang, so it seemed that the task of carrying this seriously overweight food detective into the restaurant could only be accomplished by the two of them.

Kaito Kid is quite strong, and Jiang Hang is even stronger. The two of them carried him to the sofa in the restaurant without much effort. Xiao Lan even thoughtfully took a blanket from the side and covered him with it.

What caught Jiang Hang's attention was that the tableware on the restaurant table was now set out in order of number, and at the end of the table, a "dummy" wearing a cloak sat quietly to the side.

After what happened, the group naturally had no interest in outsmarting the "dummy." Phantom Thief Kid went straight over and removed the dummy's cloak, revealing a microphone on its head. Just as Jiang Hang had said, the person who had invited them here still had no intention of showing themselves.

Or perhaps they had already shown themselves, but were hiding among the invited detectives?