But Saitama didn't have time to take a closer look.
The door to the house behind him suddenly closed with a loud bang!
The originally brightly lit villa lost power in an instant, and the house was pitch black. The artworks that were originally very beautiful under the light were now eerie, and it was terrifying just to look at them!
If it were an ordinary person, his legs would have become weak from fear and he would have completely lost his ability to resist.
But Saitama is different.
As if he was born with it, his focus is always a little different...
"Ah... there was a power outage..."
Saitama didn't panic at all, he reached out and took out a flashlight from behind his back and turned it on: "Fortunately, I had expected that this kind of thing would happen, so I prepared a 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 actually came to life!
While twisting her body strangely, she walked towards Saitama with a feeling of oppression!
The white plaster began to crumble, revealing the dark red unknown substance inside!
The face of the goddess Venus was also broken into pieces, and tears of blood gradually flowed from her empty pale eyes!
Saitama looked at the plaster statue.
His eyes were blank, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
He just let her walk over 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 already covered with hair stained with blood, and it is quickly sweeping towards Saitama!
Saitama is about to die in the next second.
But at this moment...
Saitama's voice sounded softly.
"You... seem sad..."
The flying hair suddenly stopped, and the plaster statue of Venus also stopped, and the plaster on the face shook off even more.
Saitama reached into his pocket and took out a handkerchief and handed it over: "Take it and wipe your tears. Stop crying."
In an instant, all the hair disappeared.
The villa was once again brightly lit.
The plaster statue of Venus knelt on the ground, with blood and tears in her eyes. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry.
Saitama walked up 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 like a surge of sadness poured into my heart... You must still have a lot of regrets and unwillingness, right? That's why you have been in this world, unable to become a Buddha. …”
The plaster statue of Venus raised its head, its jaw moved up and down, but could not say a word.
But Saitama seemed to understand.
"You ask me why I know?"
Holding his chin and thinking for a while, Saitama finally sighed: "I don't know, it's just intuition... Because few people talk to me, my intuition is very keen."
The plaster statue of Venus moved its mouth twice more.
Saitama nodded: "Okay."
The moment he finished speaking, the plaster statue of Venus broke into pieces, revealing the rotting corpse inside as well as rags and hair stained with dark red blood.
There was no trace of disgust or fear on Saitama's 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 once drunk, he promised his model lover to divorce her and marry her.
The female model was very happy and felt that her happiness had come.
But after he sobered up, the artist immediately regretted it and accidentally killed the female model during the dispute.
In order to escape the guilt, the artist made the model's body into a Venus out of plaster and placed it in the living room.
But he never imagined that the resentment of the tragic death would turn the female model into an evil spirit.
And one night he hanged the artist with his hair.
Trapped his soul in the painting of Mona Lisa...
Obviously, Saitama's intuition cannot know such a complicated inside story.
At the moment when the plaster statue of Venus shattered, Mona Lisa's eyes on the wall suddenly opened wide and were bloodshot!
Saitama, who was unaware, searched for a long time in the living room, but did not see the diamond earrings Okita mentioned.
So Saitama went to the second floor of the villa.
I started searching room by room, but unfortunately found nothing.
Could it be that the eldest lady remembered it wrong
Her diamond earrings were not left in this room at all
While thinking this, Saitama opened the last door.
This room was no different from any other room, but in the corner of this room, a pale little boy squatted there with his back to Saitama, sobbing quietly.
"Huh? Whose kid sneaked in?"
Saitama stepped forward with some curiosity, reached out and patted the child on the shoulder: "Hey... why are you still here so late now? Mom will be worried if you don't go back soon."
"I can not go back… "
The little boy looked back while sobbing...
Suddenly, a face with completely missing facial features suddenly appeared in front of Saitama in the dark room: "Because... I don't have the face to go back!"
In a word, horrifying!
He really has no face!
Saitama immediately became serious: "This is a big event!"
"Wait for me here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Saitama turned around and ran out, and then ran back again in less than three minutes.
In his hands were the paints and brushes that had just been placed in the studio!
"it does not matter!"
Saitama dipped his paintbrush in the paint seriously and squatted in front of the faceless ghost boy: "Brother, I'll help you draw one, so that no one can tell the difference!"
"Ah... thank you..."
The faceless boy was obviously confused.
After living here for so many years, this was the first time he saw such a 'good Samaritan'.
Stand there honestly.
The Faceless Ghost waited for ten minutes, and Saitama finally put away the brush, clapped his hands and said with satisfaction: "Okay! Let's go to the floor-length mirror below and see how it goes!"
The Faceless Ghost was a little overwhelmed, but with some expectations in his heart, he took Saitama's hand and walked together to the floor-length 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 more handsome!"
The little boy jumped with excitement and looked up at Saitama gratefully: "Thank you so much, big brother! Your painting is great! I can go home now! Thank you so much! You are my forever friend !”
Saitama wiped his nose proudly: "Hey, it's a joke."
The little boy also smiled innocently, turned around and prepared to leave the villa.
(End of chapter)