That night.
When Saitama finished cleaning the toilet, packed his school bag and was about to leave school.
Suddenly, I discovered that a bottle of bruise medicine had been quietly placed there in the desk drawer.
Picking up the bottle of medicine, Saitama looked at it.
The potion inside has been reduced.
Old wounds plus new wounds.
Although the twelve-year-old Saitama's expression is still the same as before, as if he doesn't care much about anything, he is still just an ordinary person after all. Even if his spirit is as strong as an iron wall, of course his body still hurts.
Dusk has fallen.
The school was eerily empty and deserted.
Looking at the bottle of medicine, Saitama suddenly raised the corner of his mouth.
He carefully put away the medicine, carried his schoolbag, and walked out of the school step by step, his back lengthening under the lights on 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 was deprived not only of his power, but also of all his interpersonal relationships and status on campus.
Days passed 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, threatening, deliberately knocking over Saitama's lunch, or quietly stealing his shoes and school uniforms.
But even though he kept hurting Saitama's body, it still failed to hit his extremely strong 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 possible means have been exhausted!
But he still couldn't make him give in!
Just when Agnes was considering whether to forget it and simply spare this poor thing, a certain student who kept flattering Agnes and wanted to climb high gave her an idea...
…
"Haunted house?"
It's snowing heavily outside.
Sitting next to the fireplace in the mansion, Agnes looked at her classmates on the other side of the video phone 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 secret I just saw today. There is a haunted house very close to our city. I am so What I’m thinking... Since humans can’t scare him, let’s use ghosts to make him surrender!”
Agnes said with some displeasure: "You know I never believe in these urban legends. Okita, ghosts and things like that have no scientific basis at all."
"This haunted house is different, Miss Agnes!"
Okita waved his hands repeatedly and hurriedly explained: "I have already investigated on the Internet. Many research groups interested in supernatural events have sent people to this haunted house, but all the adventurers have disappeared without exception. The person is back! Even the police can’t find out the reason at all, it’s like he disappeared from the world!”
"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 own wild guesses. Maybe they encountered a wanted criminal and were robbed and dumped. Maybe..."
"Of course the police can't find out..."
At this point, 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 cannot be done casually, but he must master special skills. The method... If you want to see the 'other world' of that haunted house, you must first take a ghost bus that sets sail from another world... And the starting point of that ghost bus is in our city!"
Agnes was a little uninterested: "Is that also written in a book?"
"This... yes."
Okita nodded and explained: "Although everyone knows the method of entry, it is obviously impossible for the police to act based on such a messy book. Please believe me!"
…
Fortunately, you also know that the book is a mess...
After thinking about it, Agnes finally nodded in agreement: "Okay... I'll believe you just once. If you can make that annoying guy completely disappear from my eyes, I will agree to your request and wait until you graduate. Later, I will enter my father's business. If it doesn't succeed... don't appear in front of me in the future, do you understand?"
Okita immediately patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry! Miss Agnes! I will definitely complete the task!"
…
It's winter, and it's snowing heavily.
twelve o'clock midnight
Okita and Saitama, who was forcibly captured, stood beside an abandoned bus stop somewhere, shivering from the cold.
"I said… "
Saitama held a hot water bottle in his arms and said to Okita with his eyes wide open: "Why on earth did you drag me here in the middle of the night?"
While looking at the end of the street where snow was piled up, Okita said impatiently: "Shut up, didn't I tell you? If you can go to the mountain villa and bring back the gem earrings that the eldest lady accidentally left inside, I will be happy." Miss, I will promise not to cause trouble to you again, do you understand!?"
Saitama put his hands together and exhaled: "But why is it night?"
"What a verbose person. Where do you have so many questions..."
Okita was about to turn around and scare Saitama into shutting up.
But at this moment, it was clearly already midnight, and suddenly a whistle came 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 spider webs, and the license plate number was completely rusted and peeled off. It was pitch dark inside the bus, and only the moonlight could vaguely see the rows of empty seats inside.
Out... Appeared! ! !
Okita himself was startled, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
What was written in that book... is indeed true!
"squeak-"
With a sound like the scraping of old wooden boards, the front door of the bus opened.
A faceless driver wearing a broad hat 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 anything was wrong and walked up directly: "Then, I'm leaving. I hope you can keep your word and don't bother me again. After all, I am not that idle person..."
Watching Saitama get on this bus that doesn't look right at all.
Okita's conscience suddenly felt a little uneasy.
After swallowing deeply, Okita stretched out his hand to call him down.
But at this moment.
It was obviously a snowy night, but there was a sudden thunder in the sky!
That moment of light clearly illuminated the old woman holding an umbrella sitting in the dim carriage!
It was a terrifying face that was horrifying and twisted to the extreme!
The resentment in his eyes seemed to penetrate his soul!
(End of chapter)