One Punch of Justice

But Saitama has not had time to take a closer look.

The door of the room behind him suddenly closed with a loud "bang"!

The original brightly-lit villa was cut off for an instant, and the room was completely dark. The works of art that were originally beautiful under the lights are now gloomy, and it is scary to look at it!

If it is an ordinary person, his legs may have been frightened now, and he has completely lost the ability to resist.

But Saitama is different.

As if born with him, his focus is always a little different...

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

Saitama didn't panic at all, and stretched out his hand and took out a flashlight from behind and turned it on: "Fortunately, I had expected this to happen, so I prepared a flashlight in advance..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly "creaked"!

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

While twisting her body weirdly, she walked towards Saitama with a sense of pressure!

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

And the face of the goddess Venus also shattered steadily, and blood and tears gradually shed in the emptiness and pale eyes!

Saitama looked at the plaster statue.

His eyes were blank, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

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

The plaster statue of Venus is getting closer and closer, and you can almost see the hair and rotten flesh hidden in the plaster. The floor and ceiling are covered with blood stained hair, and it is quickly swept toward Saitama!

Saitama was about to die in the next second.

But at this moment...

Saitama's voice rang softly.

"You... seem sad..."

The hair stabs out suddenly, and the plaster statue of Venus also stopped, and the plaster on his face shuddered even more.

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

In an instant, all the hair disappeared.

The villa was again brightly lit.

The plaster statue of Venus fell on his knees, with blood and tears in 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, there seemed to be a sorrow pouring into my heart... You must still have a lot of regrets and unwillingnesses? That's why you have been in this world, unable to achieve Buddha……"

The plaster statue of Venus raised his head, his chin wriggling up and down, but he couldn't say a word.

But Saitama seemed to understand.

"You ask why I know?"

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

The plaster cast of Venus moved his mouth twice.

Saitama nodded: "Sure."

At the moment when this sentence was finished, the plaster statue of Venus was completely shattered into pieces, revealing the rancid corpse 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 in 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 had an affair with his model, and after a certain drunkenness he promised the model lover to divorce her.

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

However, after waking up, the artist immediately regretted, and in the course of the dispute between the two sides, the female model was killed by mistake.

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

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

And one night he hanged the artist with his hair.

Confine his soul in the Mona Lisa painting...

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

At the moment when the Venus plaster statue shattered, Mona Lisa's eyes on the wall suddenly opened round, showing bloodshot eyes!

Saitama, who didn't realize it, looked for a long time in the living room, but didn't see the diamond earrings Okita said.

So Saitama went up to the second floor of the villa.

Room after room began to search, but unfortunately nothing was found.

Could it be the eldest lady who remembered it wrong?

Her diamond earrings weren't lost in this room at all?

Thinking like this, Saitama opened the last door.

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

"Huh? Which kid sneaked in?"

Saitama stepped forward with some curiosity, and reached out and patted the child on the shoulder: "Hey...It's so late now, why are you still here? If you don't go back soon, mother will be worried."

"I can not go back……"

The little boy looked back while sobbing...

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

In a word, the hair is terrifying!

He really has no face!

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

"You wait for me here!"

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

He held the paint and paint pens in the studio just now!

"it does not matter!"

Saitama solemnly dipped the paint with a paintbrush, and squatted in front of the faceless boy: "Brother will help you draw one, so everyone will not see the difference!"

"Ah...Thank you..."

The faceless boy was obviously a little confused.

Having been entrenched here for so many years, it is the first time that he has seen such a "good-hearted person".

Stand there honestly.

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

The Faceless Ghost was a little at a loss, but there were some small expectations in his heart that took Saitama's hand and came to the floor mirror on the first floor.

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

"Oh! I'm getting handsome!"

The little boy jumped in excitement, and looked up at Saitama gratefully: "Thank you, big brother! You painted so great! Now I can go home! Thank you so much! You are my forever friend !"

Saitama wiped his nose triumphantly: "Hey, that's a trivial matter."

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