One Punch of Justice - Chapter 109
Saitama hasn’t had time to take a closer look.
Behind the door of the house suddenly turned “off” and shut it up!
Originally, the brightly lit villa was suddenly powered off, and the interior of the house was dark. Originally, the works of art that were very beautiful under the light were now sinister and only a glance!
If it is an average person, it may now be soft on the already scary boss legs, completely losing the resistance.
But Saitama is different.
As if it were born, his point of attention is always somewhat different…
“Ah… actually there was a power outage…”
Saitama didn’t panic. When he reached out, he pulled out a flashlight from behind. “It’s been a good idea that this happened, so I prepared a flashlight in advance…”
If the words are not finished, suddenly “squeaky”!
Under the glare of the flashlight, the Venus plaster image originally placed in the center of the living room actually came alive!
She twisted her body strangely, and came to Saitama with a sense of oppression!
The white gypsum began to shatter, revealing the unidentified material inside the dark red!
And the face of Venus goddess is also fragmented, and Hollow’s white eyes are gradually shed tears!
Saitama looks at the plaster statue.
I don’t know what I’m thinking.
So let her step by step, standing still and not moving.
The Venus plaster is getting closer and closer. Almost ready to see the hair hidden in the plaster and the rotten flesh. The floor and the ceiling are covered with bloody hair, and swiftly swept towards Saitama!
Eyes at the next second Saitama is going to die.
But at this time…
The sound of Saitama sounded softly.
“You…it seems to be very sad…”
The hair that had been smashed out was a slap in the air, and the Venus plaster image stopped, and the plaster on the face shook off even more.
Saitama reached out and took a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over: “Take it a tear, don’t cry.”
In an instant, all the hair disappeared.
The villa is brightly lit.
The Venus plaster figure fell to the ground, and there were tears of blood in the eyes, and I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t cry.
Saitama stepped forward and sat down in front of Venus plaster.
“I… don’t know what happened to you…”
With his head down, Saitama blinked: “But when I saw you, it seemed as if there was a sorrow coming into my heart… You must have a lot of regrets and unwillingness? So you have been in this world, you can’t Buddha……”
Venus plaster is raised the head, and the chin squirms up and down, but can’t say a word.
Saitama seems to understand.
“Why did you ask me why?”
Holding his chin and thinking about it, Saitama finally sighed: “I don’t know, it’s intuitive… because very few people talk to me, so my instincts are very sharp.”
The Venus plaster cast two more mouths.
Saitama nodded: “Yes.”
At the moment of this sentence, the Venus plaster was broken into pieces, revealing the rancid body and the rag and hair stained with dark red blood.
Saitama didn’t have the slightest disappointment or fear on his face. He gathered the corpses of the corpses with his hands and wrapped them in a tablecloth.
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 is also afflicted with his model, and after a drunkenness, he promised to divorce her to the model lover.
The female model is very happy and feels that her happiness is ready.
However, after the waking up, the artist immediately regretted and killed the female model in the process of dispute between the two sides.
In order to escape the blame, the artist used plaster to make the model’s body into Venus and placed it in the living room.
But he never imagined that the resentment of tragic death made the female model a bad spirit.
And at one night, the artist was hanged with hair.
Restrict his soul in Mona Lisa’s painting…
Obviously, Saitama’s intuition is unlikely to know such a complicated insider.
At the moment when the Venus plaster was broken, the eyes of Mona Lisa on the wall suddenly rounded up and looked bloodshot!
Unexpectedly, Saitama looked for a long time in the living room and didn’t see the Diamond earrings that Oda said.
So Saitama went up the second floor of the villa.
The beginning of a room was searched, but unfortunately nothing was obtained.
It won’t be that Eldest Young Lady is wrong?
Did her Diamond earrings not be left in this room?
Thinking about it, Saitama opened the last door.
This room is no different from other rooms, but in the corner of the room, a little boy with a white body is facing away from Saitama, whispering.
“Hey? Which child is sneaking in?”
Saitama stepped forward curiously and reached out and patted the child’s shoulder: “Hey… It’s so late, why are you still here, and if you don’t hurry back, Mama will worry.”
“I can not go back……”
The little boy turned back while weeping…
Suddenly, a face that completely lost the facial features suddenly appeared in front of Saitama in the dark room: “Because… I have no face to go back to Ah!”
In a word, creeps!
He really has no face!
Saitama immediately became serious: “This is a big event Ah!”
“You are waiting for me here!”
As soon as the words were finished, Saitama ran out and then ran back in less than three minutes.
He has the paint and the paint pen in his studio!
Saitama used a brush to stain the paint and squatted in front of the faceless boy: “Big Brother can help you draw a picture, so you can’t see what’s different!”
The no-faced ghost boy is obviously stunned.
After so many years of entanglement here, he still saw this kind-hearted person in first time.
Stand honestly there.
The no-faced ghost waited for ten minutes, Saitama finally put the brush up and clap his hands and said, “Okay! Go to the floor mirror below and see how about it!”
The faceless ghost is a little overwhelmed, but there are some small expectations in the heart of Saitama’s hand, and come to the first floor of the floor mirror.
In the mirror, there is a little boy with a big eyebrow. (Refer to Zhu Shimao)
“Oh! I am handsome Ah!”
The little boy jumped excitedly and looked up at Saitama with gratitude: “many thanks you, Big Brother! You painted awesome Ah! Now I can go home! Thank you so much! You are my forever friend!”
Saitama smugly rubbed his nose: “Oh, it’s a little meaning.”
The little boy smiled and smiled and turned to leave the villa.