When the door of the abandoned theater was pushed open, Hiromi Higuruma was soaking in a bathtub.
It was an old-fashioned, deep bathtub that someone had moved to the very center of the stage. A spotlight shone down from the dome, covering the tub and the man inside it.
Qingxiao stood in the doorway and first scanned the place.
All he saw was a man bathing in the middle of the stage, whose Cursed Energy was not weak.
Having confirmed that, he walked onto the stage, pulled up a chair beside the tub, and sat down with his arms folded.
Higuruma did not look at Qingxiao. His head was tilted back, his face turned toward the dome. The spotlight shone on his face, his eyes half closed, as though he were enjoying the warmth of the light.
"Have you ever taken a bath with your clothes on?"
Higuruma spoke quietly, his voice echoing through the empty theater.
Qingxiao looked at him and thought for two seconds. "Not yet."
"It's worth a try," Higuruma said, his tone as serious as though he were presenting an experiment report. "It's even more comfortable than you'd imagine."
Qingxiao said nothing. His gaze swept over the small wooden stool beside the tub. A steaming cup of coffee sat on it, with an unopened bar of soap beside it.
This man really was taking a bath. He was not posing or setting a trap. He had simply found an abandoned theater inside a Culling Game barrier, moved a bathtub onto the stage, and soaked in it with his clothes on.
This man might be even more outrageous than I am.
"Have you ever smoked behind a female clerk at a supermarket?"
Qingxiao asked as he looked at Hiromi Higuruma's somewhat familiar face.
Higuruma tilted his head