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

The door of the room behind him suddenly slammed shut!

The originally brightly lit villa was instantly blackened, and the house was pitch black, and the artworks that were originally very beautiful under the lights are now eerie, and it is terrifying to look at them!

If it were an ordinary person, he might have been frightened and his legs were weak by now, and he had completely lost the ability to resist.

But Saitama is different.

As if innate, his focus is always a little different......

"Ah...... There was a power outage......"

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

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

Under the slender light of the flashlight, the plaster statue of Venus, which was originally placed in the center of the living room, actually came to life!

She writhed her body weirdly, and walked towards Saitama with a sense of oppression!

The white plaster began to crumble, revealing a dark red unidentified substance inside!

And the face of the goddess Venus was also shattered, and blood and tears gradually flowed from her empty and miserable eyes!

Saitama looked at the plaster statue.

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

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

The Venus plaster statue is getting closer and closer, and you can almost see the hair and rotting flesh hidden in the plaster, and the floor and ceiling are already covered with blood-stained hair, and it quickly swept towards Saitama!

Seeing that Saitama was going to die in the next second.

But at this moment......

Saitama's voice sounded softly.

"You...... I seem to be sad......"

The hair that flew out suddenly stopped, and the plaster statue of Venus stopped, and the plaster on his 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 was gone.

Once again, the villa was lit up.

The statue of Venus fell to its knees, his eyes constantly bleeding and tearing, and he wanted to cry bitterly, but he couldn't cry a word.

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

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

Lowering his head, Saitama blinked: "But when I saw you just now, it was as if a wave of sorrow poured into my heart...... You must have a lot of regrets and unwillingness, right? That's why I've been in this world all the time, and I can't become a Buddha......"

The statue of Venus raised its head, its chin squirming up and down, but it couldn't say a word.

But Saitama seemed to understand.

"Why do I know, you ask?"

Pinching his chin and thinking about it, Saitama finally sighed: "I don't know, it's intuition...... I don't talk to very many people, so my instincts are very sharp. ”

The plaster statue of Venus moved its mouth twice.

Saitama nodded, "Yes." ”

At the moment of saying this, the entire statue of Venus Plaster shattered to pieces, revealing the rotten corpse within, as well as the rags and hair stained with dark red blood.

Saitama, without the slightest disgust or fear on his face, gathered the remains of the corpses together with his hands and wrapped them in a tablecloth.

Five years ago.

This villa is the residence of a certain 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 promises a divorce to his model lover to marry her.

The female model was very happy and felt that her happiness had come.

However, when he sobered up, the artist immediately regretted it, and in the course of an argument between the two parties, he accidentally killed the female model.

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

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

And hanged the artist with his hair one night.

Confined his soul to the Mona Lisa's paintings......

Obviously, Saitama's intuition could not have known such a complicated inside story.

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

Saitama, who was unconscious, searched in the living room for a long time and didn't see the diamond earrings that Okita said.

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

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

Could it be that the eldest lady remembered it wrong?

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

With this in mind, Saitama opened the last door.

This room was no different from the others, but in the corner of this room, a little boy with a miserable white body crouched there with his back to Saitama, sobbing quietly.

"Huh? Did some kid sneak in? ”

Saitama stepped forward with some curiosity, 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, your mother will be worried. ”

"I can't go back......"

The little boy sobbed and turned his head......

Suddenly, a face that had completely lost its 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, creepy!

He really has no face!

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

"You're waiting for me here!"

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

He had in his hands the paints and brushes that had just been in the studio!

"It's okay!"

Saitama dipped the paint with a paintbrush and squatted in front of the faceless ghost boy: "Brother help you draw one, you must not see the difference!" ”

"Ah...... Thank you very much......"

The little faceless boy was visibly confused.

After so many years here, it was the first time he had seen such a 'kind person'.

Honestly stand there.

The faceless ghost waited for ten minutes, and Saitama finally put away the brush, clapped his hands and said in satisfaction, "Okay! Let's take a look at the floor-to-ceiling mirror below! ”

The faceless ghost was a little overwhelmed, but he took Saitama's hand with some anticipation and came 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'm getting handsome! ”

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

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

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