Furukawa Saitama, 24 years old, is a social animal.

As a teacher of the general martial arts high school, he has been beaten by the society for two years when he just came in, taking the least and doing the most.

The original water chestnut has been completely smoothed, and the ambitions of the past are no longer there, and now Furukawa Saitama only thinks about mixing, going to work on time, and leaving work on time is enough.

Coming out of the izakaya where the party was held, Furukawa Saitama refused the help of his colleague because the rented house was next to the izakaya.

The wind of the autumn night was a little cold, and the wind at night blew lightly so that Furukawa Saitama couldn't help but tremble, and a cold and penetrating chill rushed from the tail vertebrae to the heavenly spirit cover, and suddenly the whole person seemed to be in the ice cellar, sobering up from drunkenness.

As soon as he threw it away, the can in his hand made a beautiful arc and fell into the trash can on the side.

Sober again.

Furukawa Saitama scratched her thick hair and sighed.

Since a few days ago, Furukawa Saitama has found that there has been a slight change in his body, perhaps like those who show off on the Internet, he has awakened his abilities.

It's just that unlike their intuitive abilities, Furukawa Saitama hasn't noticed much change in his body so far, his strength and speed haven't changed at all, but he feels that his digestive function has become better, and he can eat food from the past few days at a time, but he can also eat nothing for several days after eating a meal, and the sequelae of drunkenness are more likely to wake up.

"But nothing else has changed."

Bypassing the elevator, Furukawa Saitama walked to the fire escape next to him, opened the thick door and stepped in.

Although he said that there was no change in his mouth, in fact, there were still some changes, and the vigorous energy that filled his body was not a fraud, and it was true that although he lived on the thirty-third floor, Furukawa Saitama still chose to climb the stairs and other meaningless things - just to consume his exuberant energy.

The lights of the fire escape are inductive, and the lights below fade out every passing distance, and in this dim light, Furukawa Saitama's shadow twists into strange shapes, and the reflection of the staircase handrail nails his shadow like nails.

As Furukawa Saitama walked, the shadows constantly changed shape under the light, like monsters with teeth and claws.

"Sure enough, you haven't fixed the lights yet?" Stepping on the dividing line between yin and yang, the shadow of half of the body blended with the deep black, Furukawa Saitama sighed, "Is it because few people can go through the fire escape?" It's obviously a quality-oriented Shinomiya Foundation, but now it's not as timely as before, it looks like everyone is messing around, and the work is not as active as before - although I'm the same......"

Furukawa Saitama sighed as he walked into the deep darkness, and although he was completely rotten and ready to be a social animal, the blood of the thirst for adventure still flowed in his veins.

Even though he is safe, Furukawa Saitama still likes to take some riskless dangers, and keeps climbing in the pure darkness, which happens to be a kind of 'risk-taking' behavior that he judges as risk-free, which can make him feel a different kind of thrilling pleasure.

Zi, zi.

From time to time, the disrepaired wires make a sound like a snake spitting letters, and the occasional flash of electric fire is the only light in the dark world, perhaps because of the darkness and impermeability, the more you go up, the more Furukawa Saitama feels cold, and goosebumps appear on her body from time to time, as if something is licking her skin inch by inch.

If there is a fire all of a sudden, it will be a little warmer.

The blood flowed slightly faster because of the natural fear of darkness and cold, and the cranky Furukawa Saitama touched the rough escalator hand, climbing up step by step.

Unlike ordinary people who climb stairs with the help of handrails, Furukawa Saitama holds his hand and slides on the handrail with slight force, grinding it well every time he passes over a vertical cold steel pipe, enjoying the pleasure of coolness, especially when turning.

It's like stroking the bride's wrist.

Suddenly, this strange thought popped into Furukawa Saitama's mind, but then he shook his head and shook off this strange delusion.

Recently, my delusions have become more and more strange, and I feel that this door is heavier than before, is it going to fall into disrepair?

Silently counting the layers, Furukawa Saitama laboriously pulled open the door that was more difficult to open than before, and the light slowly shone in along the gap, illuminating the dark world little by little, separating his reflection from the deep abyss, and the reflection like a line dragged away from the shadow, and finally the shadow slowly moved from the ground to the gate of the passage.

"It's so warm, is the heating turned on in the passageway? It's autumn now, so turn on the heating? The Shinomiya Foundation is really willing to do it in some strange places. Furukawa Saitama looked up and tried to find the air outlet that was blowing warm air to warm his hands, but he was surprised to find that the air outlet was not open at all, and from the cobwebs all over it, it had not been opened for a while.

"Strange, is it getting cold in the stairs?" Since he couldn't use the heating for nothing, Furukawa Saitama could only take out the warm metal key, insert it into the keyhole tightly, and gently twist the door open.

As soon as the door was opened, a cold wind blew through the door, and Furukawa Saitama had to squint slightly, and shouted in a customary way: "I'm back—strange, why is it so cold inside the house?" ”

But the moment Furukawa Saitama said this, the temperature of the house suddenly warmed up, as if the cold he felt before was just an illusion.

Kicking off the leather shoes and changing the shoes, Furukawa Saitama walked to the coffee table, saw a standard Oriental lady painting on it, and sighed: "Strange, why didn't anyone come to take it back?" Obviously, it looks very valuable, and no one comes to pick it up, so I have to hand it over to the police station. ”

This lady's painting was picked up in the fire escape a few days ago, and he was going to throw it away, but after looking at the pretty good packaging, and then opening it and seeing the exquisite lifelike portrait, Furukawa Saitama, who found that this thing might be quite valuable, could only put it away first, and posted a notice of lost property.

I thought that the loss of such a valuable thing at a glance would come to him in a few days, but there was no reliable person to call the phone number left by Furukawa Saitama, and the few couldn't say anything, so this thing has been in his hands.

Furukawa Saitama scratched his head and walked into the bathroom, and when he didn't notice, the appearance of the lady on the lady's painting suddenly changed, the originally agile pitch-black eyes turned into dead white, two tears of blood flowed slowly, forming two blood marks, and a pair of eyes slowly changed direction along his walk.

There seems to be a very cheerful tune in the underworld—

"Jingwu has red makeup on his body, rouge leaves, and brown sugar

The red bunk covers 12 beds and 800 miles into the cave room"