The Daily Life of a Salted Fish Assassin in Anime Crossovers

The prisoner was completely unaware of Jiang Hang's presence. He hummed some incomprehensible tunes and then "led" Jiang Hang into the house.

As soon as Jiang Hang entered the room, he saw the girl who was tied to the ground, dressed in rags, and who was trembling uncontrollably just from hearing the man enter the room.

While in the car, Jiang Hang had already seen the photo of Matsukura Hana, who had also gone missing, from Misumi Mikoto.

Now that we compare them, it's clear they are the same person.

Just by looking at how extremely haggard the other person was, with bruises all over their face, one could tell what kind of humiliating days they had endured here.

"Hmph... Three more days have passed, so I'll take care of you tonight..." The man said this while scoffing.

"I just didn't expect that website to shut down. It's true that four deaths at once were too many people. The Metropolitan Police Department must have felt the pressure and banned the website."

But for him, it was no big deal.

To satisfy his already twisted desires, he had more than one suicide website at his disposal.

It was precisely because he spent his days on these suicide websites that he had such a deep understanding of the physical reactions that occur after a person dies in various circumstances.

People who freeze to death will appear to have red skin, just like those who commit suicide by burning charcoal. This is something that most people don't know, but for them, it's as normal as eating and drinking.

Now that the suicide website has been blocked, I can just change my ID and go to another website.

In fact, it was because he was already thinking about how to lure the next naive woman to him that he had the idea of ​​getting rid of the girl in front of him.

However, it's not easy to disguise this corpse as a suicide by burning charcoal.

"Why not just hang him and throw him into the forest? By the time he's found, his body will probably be completely rotten."

As he said this, he touched Matsukura Hana's body with ill intent. Only when he felt the other person's increasingly frightened expression did he smile with satisfaction.

"Yes, yes, that's exactly right. As long as you can make me happy, it doesn't matter if you live a little longer."

He said this, but that's not what he really thought—his greatest pleasure was to give the other party some hope first, and then ruthlessly destroy that hope.

But now the other party's reaction seems a bit strange.

The woman's gaze didn't seem to be on him, but rather on what was behind him, as if there was someone else there.

Moreover, besides fear, there was also a hint of doubt in his eyes.

The man subconsciously turned his head left and right to glance behind him, but naturally saw nothing.

But what made him even more uneasy was that the fear on the woman's face seemed to have weakened again, replaced by intense shock, as if she had seen something terrible.

A bead of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He subconsciously assumed that he had ruined the woman and that she had completely lost her mind.

But for some reason, he still felt uneasy.

It's daytime, and this will be his home tomorrow. Logically, this should be the safest place.

With this thought in mind, even when he turned his head again, including making a wide turn, he still couldn't find anything behind him. Instead, his actions only made the woman lying on the ground looking at him have brighter eyes, as if she had regained her vitality.

The man hated that look. He gritted his teeth, wanting to rush over, grab the woman by the neck, and tell her not to play these pointless little tricks in front of him, or he would send her to meet her friend today!

Just as he rushed toward Matsukura Hana, he felt something trip him up, causing him to lose his balance and his face to make a hard, intimate contact with the floor.

By the time he looked up, his face was already covered in blood from his nose.

What terrified him even more was that there was absolutely nothing that could trip him up where he had just walked...

In the entire room, there were only two people: him and Matsukura Hana, who was lying on the floor.

Then the problem is coming.

How on earth did he trip over that?!

Chapter 452: Chapter 448: How ugly!

Even though it was broad daylight, the man inexplicably felt the atmosphere around him suddenly become gloomy.

As is well known, there are three types of horror films in the world.

One type is American horror, which uses the most primal bloody scenes to directly stimulate the audience's eyes, depicting the struggle between weak humans and powerful monsters, with various unexpected twists and turns.

The second type is Thai horror, which depicts mysterious and unknown ghosts and gods in a strong religious atmosphere, and emphasizes the fear of the unknown.

The third type is Japanese horror, which uses filters, background music, and editing to gradually increase the oppressive atmosphere for the audience. Against the backdrop of Japan's high-pressure society, people's obsessions and resentments turn into vengeful ghosts, thus bringing despair and fear to the audience.

Of course, if we're really going to talk about it, Chinese horror films that portray "everything as an illusion and delusion" could be considered a subtle new subgenre for the horror genre.

In short, those famous Japanese horror films, such as Sadako in Ringu and Kayako in Ju-on, all depict characters who suffered oppression in life and eventually became evil spirits after death, taking revenge on society.

Although the man wasn't particularly interested in horror movies, he was naturally familiar with these world-famous horror films.

Therefore, at this moment, he subconsciously wondered if the woman he had killed a few days ago had come back to seek revenge.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but swallow, appearing somewhat nervous.

It is said that if you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear, but the problem is that he has done more than one bad thing over the years.

The girl who chose to commit suicide at his urging, the girl he killed with his own hands, and the girl in front of him whom he regarded as a plaything to be discarded at will—if they were arrested by the police, the death penalty would probably be the only outcome.

But compared to being arrested by the police, this mental torture was what terrified him even more.

He was able to act so recklessly before because no one in the world could punish him, but when something beyond his comprehension happened to him, this man cowered much faster than the average person.

Seeing the man slumped on the ground, covered in sweat, too afraid to move, Matsukura Hana, lying on the ground, truly wished that ghosts existed in this world.

If it really is a ghost, then she will be able to see her friend again.

Even if the other party transforms into a vengeful ghost, loses their mind, and seeks revenge on everyone they see, it doesn't matter.

Rather than being toyed with and tortured to death by this man, it would be better to be killed by one's own friend; that would be a kind of relief.

Unfortunately, there are no ghosts in this world. In her eyes, there was an extremely swift young man who was two steps behind the man in a magical way, and he was able to keep up with the man's movements. Even when the man turned his head to look around, he was able to avoid the man's gaze and keep his figure from being discovered.

The young man even managed to take a moment to greet her, giving her a reassuring look that told her not to worry.

"Is this person here to save me?" Matsukura Hana wondered.

Four days ago, the man who had been holding them in the room suddenly became less vigilant, leading her and Sanmao to believe they had found a chance to escape.

They had planned to escape that night, but it turned out to be a ploy by the man, and they were caught again before they could even leave the house.

After that, the three-haired cat was taken away to be punished, and it never came back after that.

At this point, Matsukura Hana knew, of course, that the three-haired cat had definitely been killed by the other party.

But she lacked the ability to seek revenge, and even the desire to escape had vanished.

Even with the young man's current demeanor, she dared not make any rash moves, fearing that this was yet another act orchestrated by that man himself.

Seeing the starkly different reactions of the two people in the room, Jiang Hang couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

A wicked person who usually acts recklessly and commits all kinds of evil will start crying and begging for mercy when faced with something they cannot understand.

The girl, who had been tortured by the villain for several days, dared not express any opinion directly, even though she saw a glimmer of hope for escape, because of the villain.

At that moment, Jiang Hang couldn't help but feel that he hadn't done enough.

In recent months, he has been going out at night in his stunt uniform to deal with those gangs. Although those yakuza groups have become much more restrained in their activities in Tokyo than before, crime is clearly not something that can be eradicated by the efforts of one person alone.

Even Batman, at the peak of his power as an ordinary human, could not bring complete peace to Gotham City.

Jiang Hang knew that he was no match for Batman in terms of willpower, so in the past he only approached the task with the mindset of collecting the rewards and helping those in need.

Seeing the girl's miserable state, it's not surprising that Jiang Hang, as a normal person, would feel such empathy and even want to repay the man with the same pain the girl had suffered.

Sensing his emotional fluctuations, Jiang Hang adjusted his attitude slightly. In the past month, he had encountered a considerable number of cases and the darkness behind them, which had indeed affected his mentality.

At the same time, his sudden increase in strength made him a little more complacent.

He needs to strengthen his inner self to prevent himself from losing control one day. In the Assassin's Creed universe, Jack the Ripper was originally a member of the London Assassin Brotherhood, but because he couldn't control his power, he eventually twisted the Brotherhood's creed and became a bloodthirsty killer.

It must be said that in this respect, Conan, the elementary school student known as the Grim Reaper, has indeed done a good job. Even after witnessing numerous cases and darkness, he still maintains his determination to solve all cases and keeps moving forward.

Of course, this is also partly because the people around Conan haven't faced many life-threatening situations throughout the entire manga.

If something were to happen to Ran one day, it's uncertain whether Conan would be able to maintain his current attitude.

Just like Heiji Hattori, the recent case of Yusuke Sakata has left him depressed to this day. He still hasn't been able to get over the fact that his friend of many years has suddenly become a murderer and escaped the police's pursuit.

Jiang Hang couldn't help but think of another famous high school detective from his previous life, Kindaichi.

On Conan's side, the main characters around Conan have basically never encountered much danger, but the Kindaichi case is not so peaceful. Various classmates and friends commit crimes or get killed, and they all choose people they know. No wonder he was a famous high school detective at 17, and by the time he was 37, he was still not married and did not want to continue solving cases and deductions, and had completely become a corporate slave.

After letting his mind wander like this for a while, Jiang Hang's mood calmed down considerably.

Looking at the man who was still trembling in the room, Jiang Hang could continue if the man wanted to resist.

He had originally planned to torment the other party until he was mentally broken, and then teach him a lesson with the Bajiquan he had just learned.

But since the other party had already adopted such a kneeling and begging posture, there was no point in continuing to toy with them.

"What an ugly face," Jiang Hang shook his head slightly, then walked into the house openly.

After retracting his ability to conceal his footsteps and aura as an assassin, Jiang Hang swaggered in and was immediately noticed by the man lying on the ground, snot practically dripping from his nose in fright.

The man, who was timid and hesitant in the face of ghosts, also trembled upon seeing Jiang Hang, this stranger. He clearly wanted to stand up and run away, but he couldn't stand up at all.

Jiang Hang was not going to give the other party even the slightest chance.

He simply walked over quickly, and before the other person could react, he punched him in the face without hesitation.

With that punch, it's roughly estimated that the opponent lost two teeth, and that's with Jiang Hang holding back.

If Jiang Hang hadn't held back, that punch would probably have sent his opponent flying to the heavens on the spot.

Even though he had held back his strength, being hit by such a punch completely deprived the man of his last chance to resist or escape.

After doing all this, Jiang Hang turned to look at the girl beside him.

He tried to make his facial expression look as gentle as possible.

"Matsukura Hana, is that you? I've come to take you home."

He originally thought that such an answer might put the girl's worries at ease.

To his surprise, the girl didn't look happy at all; it seemed that going home wasn't something she was happy about.

Jiang Hang then remembered.

The girl in front of her seemed to have been tricked into coming here because she was dissatisfied with society or even wanted to commit suicide for some reason.