The Daily Life of a Salted Fish Assassin in Anime Crossovers

But after hearing that Jiang Hang had come to see her son, the mother showed a helpless expression.

"You know, my son has been acting all mysterious these past few months. I don't know where he's gone. He left half an hour before you came."

Ms. Tatewaki complained about her son, then couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Honestly, I was hoping to get him to help me out."

It sounds like she's a landlord with several rental properties. Now, a tenant's family has come to her asking why they can't reach their sister and want her to come over and check the room.

Upon hearing these words, Jiang Hang, who had been a detective for half a year, immediately sensed the impending nature of the case.

I hope this doesn't trigger another case.

That damn detective quality of his!

He rubbed his head and asked casually, "Ms. Tatewaki, do you want your son to help open the door?"

The other person nodded naturally, without thinking much of it: "Yes, someone asked me to help like this before, but who would have thought that the old people living there had been dead for several days? I don't want to go through that again. I'd rather have my son go and help."

Seeing that Ms. Tatewaki was talking and had already taken out her phone to call her son back, Jiang Hang took the initiative to say, "If you don't mind, I can help you."

He wanted to show that he was actually a fairly well-known detective.

The other party had already answered the phone and, without saying a word, instructed their son to come back immediately.

After making the call, she waved to Jiang Hang.

"It's alright. You were looking for him anyway. He said he'll be back soon. If you don't mind, come with me first."

Jiang Hang wondered if this woman was too trusting of strangers.

He hadn't even identified himself yet, and the other party had already invited him to come along.

But that's fine too, it's good to get to the scene earlier.

This place is not far from the apartment building that the other party rented.

It took about ten minutes to walk there.

Along the way, the enthusiastic woman chatted about the trivial things happening in the streets and alleys. After learning that Jiang Hang was from Tokyo, she also told him about many good local restaurants and lesser-known tourist attractions.

It wasn't until she reached the two-story apartment building where she rented out her property that she remembered to ask about Jiang Hang's identity.

"Detective?" The fashionable-sounding profession elicited a soft gasp from her, followed by a widening of her eyes.

"Huh? Could you be the famous Hawkeye Detective from Tokyo?!"

Jiang Hang had been used to this title for a long time, but he still felt a little uncomfortable when others mentioned it.

As Jiang Hang nodded to confirm that he was indeed the eagle-eyed detective, the woman in her thirties immediately took out her phone and enthusiastically wanted to take a photo with him.

Jiang Hang couldn't refuse the other party's request, so he just adjusted the photo data in the other party's album later.

Only after the photos were taken did she remember to ask Jiang Hang why he had suddenly come to see her son, and she was worried that her son might be involved in some serious case.

Jiang Hang smiled and waved his hand, "I just heard about some cases your son was involved in while traveling in Hokkaido, so I came to see what kind of person this high school detective from Hokkaido is."

"A high school detective, my son?" She seemed unable to reconcile these two words with her son, who appeared timid and was usually quiet at home.

She wanted to ask if there was a mistake, but then another stylishly dressed woman with curly hair rushed over and greeted Jiang Hang and the older woman.

Jiang Hang's gaze swept over the other person.

Underneath the white coat, she appeared to be wearing a nurse's uniform.

Not the cheap, easily torn nurse uniforms seen in those adult films, but proper, formal nurse uniforms, only in pants rather than skirts.

After all, the temperature in Hokkaido has been consistently below zero degrees Celsius, so it's really a bit of a stretch to wear short skirts and stockings in such temperatures.

Even if you're wearing pants, it probably won't keep you very warm outdoors in this situation.

As the other person stood in front of him, Jiang Hang smelled a peculiar perfume scent.

With his advanced disguise skills, Jiang Hang could probably identify the type and model of perfume using this ability.

Although Jiang Hang has basically never dressed as a woman in real life, his disguise skills don't care about such things.

Regardless of age or gender, everything useful was instilled into Jiang Hang's mind through the learning space.

Etiquette, drinks, cosmetics, languages, and even major dialects are not required in basic and intermediate disguise skills, but they are essential for advanced disguise skills.

According to Jiang Hang's estimate, advanced disguise may include a large number of basic and near-basic daily life skills, making it a versatile skill that allows people to adapt to the current environment and play a role at any time.

That's why Jiang Hang used a few advanced skill upgrade books to upgrade it to advanced level.

Going further up the ladder, it would probably involve developing even more identities that can be disguised, including extremely niche professions that would allow him to perfectly disguise himself.

However, since it is only a derivative ability attached to the disguise skill, Jiang Hang's knowledge of perfume is obviously not as good as that of alcoholic beverages, which he is proficient in.

If Jiang Hang had a skill that was proficient in perfumes or cosmetics, he might be able to tell what perfume the other person was wearing just by looking at it.

While Jiang Hang was using Eagle Eye to analyze the identity and profession of the woman in front of him, she had already given her name.

Mizushima Yoshimi is the younger sister of Mizushima Kiyomi, a tenant living here.

Because I hadn't been able to contact my sister for two days, I decided to come over and check on her. However, I found that I couldn't open her door no matter how hard I knocked, so I thought of contacting the landlord.

"Is that the room?" Jiang Hang asked, pointing to the room at the very front of the second floor where the curtains were drawn.

"It really is that one. How could you tell?"

"After all, the weather is pretty good today. If we get up, we'll probably open the curtains to let in some fresh air," Jiang Hang said, pointing to the curtains.

More importantly, the lights were on inside.

Although it's hard to see this during the day now, it's really not a problem for Jianghang.

"As expected of Hawkeye Detective, he can even notice such a small detail."

Jiang Hang waved his hand, then looked at Mizushima Yoshimi, whose eyes also showed some surprise.

After all, the name Hawkeye Detective is indeed very prestigious.

"Miss Mizushima, you haven't been able to contact your sister for two days, so you suspect something has happened to her?"

Mizushima Yoshimi was startled by Jiang Hang's gaze, and then nodded somewhat nervously to indicate that it was true.

To avoid arousing suspicion, she quickly produced her phone records with her sister as proof.

Jiang Hang then looked away, didn't ask any more questions, and nodded to indicate that he could go up.

As the eldest sister pulled out a large bunch of keys in front of the door and searched for the spare key for the room, it took her quite a while to finally find the key and open the room.

The door, which had just been opened slightly, was firmly stuck.

It's a hotlink protection mechanism.

Although hot-chain security isn't very effective at preventing theft, its existence means that the room has, to some extent, become a so-called "secret room."

No one leaves from here.

It was clear that when she saw the security chain hanging there, this woman, who had already been brutally attacked by a corpse once, started trembling with fear.

Although nothing has been confirmed yet, there doesn't seem to be any smell at the entrance, only a faint scent of lavender air freshener.

But once bitten, twice shy, this woman is now in that state.

After carefully smelling the room, Jiang Hang, with a frown, finally moved closer.

"Leave the rest to me, Ms. Tatewaki. You can go and call the police now."

As Jiang Hang said this, he simultaneously flicked out a hidden sword from his hand and easily sliced ​​open the security lock.

Seeing Jiang Hang suddenly flick a weapon from his wrist, both women present were somewhat flustered.

But what was even more unsettling was Jiang Hang's confident tone, which urged people to call the police.

Trusting Jiang Hang and his reputation as the Eagle Eye Detective, she trembled as she took out her phone and dialed a number.

But when the police officer on the other end of the phone asked about the situation, she realized that she didn't even know what had happened.

"Just say that a body has been found."

As he said this, Jiang Hang took out gloves and shoe covers, told the two women to wait outside the door until the police arrived, and then went into the crime scene himself.

Unlike the tranquility of the entryway.

Upon entering the room, Jiang Hang was greeted by an exceptionally tragic and chaotic scene.

The room looked as if a fierce fight had taken place.

Broken glass, a first-aid kit scattered on the ground, and a shattered potted plant lying on the ground.

These scenes all indicate that this place caused quite a commotion last night or even earlier.

Jiang Hang reconstructed the original scene in his mind.

It seems that before all this happened, the female tenant living here must have been a rather tasteful and elegant person.

After looking around the living room, Jiang Hang headed towards the bedroom, where the scent was truly emanating.

Upon opening the bedroom door, the first thing that caught my eye was a woman's miserable and pained face.

She lay half-reclined on the bed, her hands twisted and black, her long-dead body beginning to turn bluish.

The room was filled with the smell of urine from post-mortem incontinence and a faint stench of decay.

With just one glance, Jiang Hang was already certain that the other person had been dead for less than 24 hours, and that the time of death must have been yesterday.

While Jiang Hang was conducting further inspections, a commotion indeed arose again at the entrance.

Jiang Hang stood up and looked outside.

Another young man in a doctor's coat is now at the door asking Mizushima Yoshimi about the situation inside the room.

Seeing Jiang Hang come out of the room, he wanted to go up and ask what had happened.

Jiang Hang reached out his hand, stopping the other person from coming in.

Through the other party's explanation, he quickly learned that the man was Mizushima Kiyomi's fiancé in the room. He had heard about this from Yoshimi in the morning and had followed her there.

"This is the crime scene. Please cooperate and do not enter this room until the police arrive."

As Jiang Hang uttered these words, the figures of the three people present subtly swayed.

Ms. Tatewaki, the landlord, looked worried, knowing that her apartment had become a haunted house and that it would probably be difficult to rent it out again in the future.

The remaining two, a man and a woman, were suddenly jolted, completely unable to believe what had happened.

The next moment, Mizushima Yoshimi threw herself into the man's arms and began to cry loudly.