One Punch of Justice

that night.

When Saitama finished cleaning the toilet, packed her schoolbag and was about to leave school.

Suddenly, I found a bottle of bruise medicine in the desk drawer, which had been quietly placed there at some time.

Picking up the bottle of wound medicine, Saitama looked at it.

The potion inside has been reduced.

Old wounds add new wounds.

Twelve-year-old Saitama's expression is still the same as before, as if he doesn't care much about anything, but he is just an ordinary person after all, even though his spirit is as strong as an iron wall, his body still hurts.

Twilight has fallen.

The empty and deserted school was frightening.

Looking at the bottle of wound medicine, Saitama suddenly raised the corner of his mouth.

Putting away the wound medicine solemnly, carrying the schoolbag on his back, he walked towards the outside of the school step by step, his back stretched under the lights of the street corner...

This is the only warmth in the gloomy campus life.

When I go to school tomorrow, I have to face a cruel life again.

Because of the influence of the big capitalist's daughter, in this world, Saitama is deprived of not only power, but also all interpersonal relationships and campus status.

Days passed by with no one willing to lend a helping hand.

The faces I see every day are cold and repulsive.

that's all.

Half a year has passed in the dream world...

During this period, Agnes's revenge on Saitama never stopped for a day, beating, intimidating, intentionally overturning Saitama's bento, or quietly stealing his shoes and school uniform.

But even though he kept hurting Saitama's body, he still failed to hit his extremely powerful heart.

Saitama's tenacity is far beyond anyone's imagination.

Even Agnes herself was a little desperate.

On the premise of not endangering Saitama's life, almost all the means that can be done have been exhausted!

But still can't make him give in!

Just when Agnes was considering whether to forget about it and just let the poor guy go, a certain student who kept flattering Agnes and wanting to climb high branches gave her an idea...

...

"Haunted house?"

It was snowing heavily outside.

Sitting next to the fireplace in the mansion, Agnes looked at the classmate on the video call and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Yes, Miss Agnes!"

The boy on the other side of the video proudly picked up a book in his hand, and said to the camera: "This is the national supernatural anecdote I just saw today. There is a haunted house very close to our city. I thought... since humans can't make him afraid, let's use ghosts to make him succumb!"

Agnes said a little displeased: "You know I never believe in these urban legends, Okita, ghosts and ghosts have no scientific basis at all."

"This haunted house is different, Miss Agnes!"

Okita waved his hands again and again, and hurriedly explained: "I have already researched on the Internet, and many research groups interested in supernatural events have sent people to this haunted house, but all the adventurers disappeared without exception. People come back! Even the police can't find out the reason at all, it's as if the world has evaporated!"

"There is also a lot of fake news on the Internet."

Agnes still shook her head in disbelief: "If the haunted house is real, then why didn't the police who went to investigate disappear? In the end, it's just your wild guesses. Maybe they encountered wanted criminals and were robbed and thrown away. Maybe..."

"Of course the police can't find out..."

Speaking of this, Okita suddenly lowered his voice, and said cautiously: "The next step is the key, Miss Agnes... If a living person wants to enter the world of ghosts, it is not easy, but must be mastered." A special method... To see the 'inner world' of that haunted house, one must first take a ghost bus that sails from another world... and the starting point of that ghost bus is in our city!"

Agnes lacked interest: "Is that also written in the book?"

"This... yes."

Okita nodded and explained: "Although everyone knows the method of entry, it is obviously impossible for the police to act on the basis of such a messy book. Please believe me!"

...

Fortunately, you also know that the book is a mess...

After thinking about it, Agnes finally nodded and agreed: "Okay...let me trust you once, if you can make that annoying guy disappear completely from my eyes, I will agree to your request and wait for you If you enter your father's business after graduation, if you don't succeed...don't appear in front of me in the future, understand?"

Okita immediately patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry! Miss Agnes! I will definitely complete the task!"

...

It was winter, and it was snowing heavily.

midnight

Okita and Saitama, who was forcibly captured, stood on the edge of an abandoned bus stop somewhere, shivering from the cold.

"I said……"

Holding a warm water bottle in his arms, Saitama said to Okita with vacant eyes: "Why did you drag me here in the middle of the night?"

Okita looked at the end of the street where the snow was piled up, and said impatiently: "Shut up, didn't I say, if you can go to the mountain villa and bring back the gemstone earring that the young lady accidentally dropped in there, big Miss will promise not to trouble you again in the future, understand!?"

Saitama put his hands together and exhaled: "But why is it night?"

"It's so long-winded, why do you have so many questions..."

Okita was about to turn around and scare Saitama to shut him up.

But at this moment, it was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and suddenly a whistle sounded from the end of the street!

As if floating on the snow, an old bus slowly stopped beside the platform!

The windows were covered with cobwebs, and the place where the license plate number was marked was completely rusted and peeled off. The inside of the bus was pitch black, and only rows of empty seats could be vaguely seen by the moonlight.

Out...appeared! ! !

Okita himself was startled, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

What was written in that book...is really true!

"squeak--"

With a sound like old planks rubbing against each other, the front door of the bus opened.

A driver who was wearing a wide hat and could not see his face was sitting in the driver's seat, strangely silent.

There was no other passenger in the car except an old woman holding a black umbrella!

"Is this the car?"

Saitama next to him didn't realize what was wrong at all, and walked up directly: "Then, I'm leaving, I hope you can keep your word and don't bother me anymore, after all, I'm not such a free person..."

Seeing Saitama get on this bus that doesn't look right no matter what.

Suddenly, Okita's conscience felt uneasy.

Swallowing his saliva deeply, Okita reached out to call him down.

But at this moment.

Even though it was a snowy night, there was a sudden thunder in the sky!

The light at that moment clearly illuminated the old lady holding an umbrella sitting in the dark car!

It was a frightening face that was twisted to the extreme!

The resentment in the eyes seems to penetrate the soul!