One Punch of Justice

But Saitama hasn't had time to take a closer look.

The door of the room behind him was suddenly shut with a bang!

The originally brightly lit villa suddenly lost power, and the inside of the house was pitch-black. Those works of art that were originally beautiful under the light are now so gloomy that just looking at them is creepy!

If it was an ordinary person, his legs would be weak from fright now, and he would have completely lost the ability to resist.

But Saitama is different.

As if he was born with it, his focus is always a little different...

"Ah...the power went out..."

Saitama didn't panic at all, and reached out and took out a flashlight from behind to turn it on: "Fortunately, I expected this kind of thing to happen, so I prepared the flashlight in advance..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden "creak"!

Under the slender light of the flashlight, the plaster statue of Venus that was originally placed in the center of the living room came alive!

While twisting her body strangely, she walked towards Saitama with a sense of oppression!

The white plaster began to crumble, revealing the dark red unknown substance inside!

And the face of the goddess Venus was also shattered, blood and tears gradually flowed from the nothingness and pale eyes!

Saitama looked at the plaster cast.

His eyes were blank, not knowing what he was thinking.

Just let her walk over step by step, standing still and not moving.

The plaster statue of Venus was getting closer and closer, and the hair and rotting flesh hidden in the plaster could almost be seen. The floor and ceiling were already covered with blood-stained hair, and it quickly swept towards Saitama!

Seeing that Saitama will die in the next second.

But at this moment...

Saitama's voice sounded softly.

"You... seem sad..."

The hair that flew out suddenly stopped, the plaster statue of Venus also stopped, and the plaster on the face shook even more.

Saitama reached out and took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over: "Take it and wipe your tears, don't cry."

In an instant, all the hair disappeared.

The villa was once again brightly lit.

The plaster statue of Venus knelt down on the ground, with blood and tears streaming from his eyes, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry.

Saitama stepped forward and sat down in front of the plaster statue of Venus.

"I... don't know what happened to you..."

Lowering his head, Saitama blinked: "But when I saw you just now, it seemed that there was a surge of sadness in my heart... You must still have a lot of regrets and unwillingness? That's why you have been in this world and can't be successful. Buddha……"

The plaster statue of Venus raised its head, its jaw was wriggling up and down, but it couldn't say a word.

But Saitama seemed to understand.

"Why do you ask me to know?"

Pinching his chin and thinking for a while, Saitama finally sighed: "I don't know, it's my intuition...Because few people talk to me, my intuition is very keen."

The plaster statue of Venus moved its mouth twice more.

Saitama nodded: "Yes."

The moment this sentence was finished, the plaster statue of Venus shattered into pieces, revealing the rotting corpse inside and the rags and hair stained with dark red blood.

And Saitama didn't have the slightest disgust or fear on his face, so he gathered the remains of the corpses together with his hands and wrapped them with the tablecloth on the table.

five years ago.

This villa is the residence of an artist.

His wife is the daughter of a big capitalist, but at the same time he has an affair with his model, and after a certain drunkenness, he promised the model lover to divorce and marry her.

The female model is very happy and feels that her happiness has come.

But after sobering up, the artist regretted it immediately, and killed the female model by accident during the dispute between the two parties.

In order to escape guilt, the artist used plaster to make the model's corpse into a Venus and placed it in the living room.

But he never expected that the resentment of the tragic death turned the female model into an evil spirit.

And hanged the artist with his hair one night.

Trapped his soul in the painting of Mona Lisa...

Obviously, it is impossible for Saitama's intuition to know such a complicated inside story.

At the moment when the plaster statue of Venus shattered, the eyes of Mona Lisa on the wall suddenly widened, revealing bloodshot eyes!

Unconscious Saitama searched the living room for a long time, but did not see the diamond earring that Okita mentioned.

So Saitama went to the second floor of the villa.

They began to search room by room, but unfortunately they found nothing.

Could it be that the eldest lady remembered it wrong?

Her diamond earrings were not lost in this room at all?

While thinking this way, Saitama opened the last door.

This room is no different from other rooms, but at the corner of this room, a pale little boy squatted there with his back to Saitama, sobbing softly.

"Oh? Did some kid sneak in here?"

Saitama stepped forward curiously, reached out and patted the child's shoulder: "Hey...it's so late, why are you still here, if you don't go back soon, mom will be worried."

"I can not go back……"

The little boy turned his head while sobbing...

Suddenly, a face that completely lost all facial features suddenly appeared in front of Saitama in the dark room: "Because... I have no face to go back!"

In a word, creepy!

He really has no face!

Saitama immediately became serious: "This is a big event!"

"You wait here for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Saitama turned his head and ran out, and then ran back in less than three minutes.

He holds the paints and brushes that were just placed in the studio in his hand!

"it does not matter!"

Seriously, Saitama dipped his paintbrush into the paint, and squatted in front of the little boy with a faceless ghost: "Brother, I'll help you draw one, so that everyone can't see the difference!"

"Ah...thank you..."

The little boy with the faceless ghost was obviously a little confused.

After living here for so many years, this is the first time he has seen such a 'good-hearted person'.

Stand there honestly.

The Faceless Ghost waited for ten minutes, and Saitama finally put away the paintbrush, clapped his hands and said in satisfaction: "Okay! Go to the floor-to-ceiling mirror below and see how it goes!"

The Faceless Ghost was a little overwhelmed, but with some anticipation in his heart, he took Saitama's hand and walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the first floor.

In the mirror, there is a little boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes. (refer to Zhu Shimao)

"Oh! I've become handsome!"

The little boy jumped up excitedly, and looked up at Saitama gratefully: "Thank you, big brother! Your drawing is so good! Now I can go home! Thank you so much! You are my forever friend !"

Saitama wiped his nose proudly: "Hey, it's a little trick."

The little boy also smiled honestly, turned around and prepared to leave the villa.