A Veteran Detective in Enemy Territory
I was an old-school police officer. Then I woke up in the Anti-Japanese War era in the body of a puppet police officer.
I planned to coast through life, but I couldn’t stop myself from solving cases with modern forensic techniques.
While analyzing footprints for the Japanese, I blurted out, “That stride suggests he’s about five foot nine, and habitually walks pigeon-toed.”
The underground resistance immediately took notice. “Comrade, your investigative skills are impressive!”
I panicked. “I-I inherited them from my ancestors!”
Later, through a twist of fate, I rescued a captured comrade. The higher-ups made the call: “You’re the one. Go undercover!”
The most ridiculous part? My contact turned out to be the same bathhouse owner who always slipped away when I raided brothels in my previous life!
