Neon.

A safe era.

night.

Gu—gu—!

The nightingale's cry came from the deep forest, breaking through the tranquility of the town.

The white bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the silky moonlight gently covers a Japanese-style house on the ground.

...

In the guest room.

The drowsy and yellow light illuminated the small half of the room.

A young man wearing a doctor's robe and long reddish-brown hair was pinching a burnt wooden strip, rustling hard on the straw paper.

"Now...it should be the middle of the Heian era..."

"Time... was about... about 900 AD..."

The cold sweat from the boy's forehead dripped on the straw paper, and he muttered while trying hard to record.

“There is still……”

Suddenly, the boy's expression was stunned. He looked at the numbers written on the straw paper and swallowed his saliva.

“…1100 years.”

The boy's knuckles holding the wooden strips were pinched and his hair was white.

Although he had already expected it, when he truly knew which era he was and how far away he was from his birth.

The boy's heart was still severely hit.

"Really... can't go back..."

The boy put down the dark charcoal strips in his hand, and a pair of dead fish eyes stared at the dim table in front of him. He curled up together, and his heart felt infinite sadness.

His name is Shang Quannai, and he was once... a good young man who accepted new ideas and new culture in the 21st century.

But I never thought that this day when a young man with a strong roots walked out of university and was ready to enter society.

A galloping truck sent him to this foreign country, a thousand years away.

He was reborn in an ancient doctor with the same name but different surnames and died suddenly after overwork.

This doctor from Heian Times who died suddenly after staying up late is named Hiraizumi Nai.

A few days after just arrived here, Shang Quanna was lucky enough to survive.

But after several weeks of observation, Naozuna realized that he was in the Heian era of neon in ancient times.

The family he was responsible for the treatment had been investigated for several days but still didn't know what the name of the head of the family was.

I only know that his child is very sick.

A mysterious family.

Just when he was about to rely on modern advanced knowledge to return to his motherland and benefit the people.

Something strange happened.

This gradually collapsed Shangquanna's original good mentality.

This strange thing is...

"Oh! Lord Shen Ming wrote Tangwen! It's amazing!"

An ethereal young man's voice suddenly resounded in Shangquanna's mind.

Shang Quanna seemed to have become accustomed to this shocking sound. He hung his fish eyes, raised his head tiredly, and looked at the faint light on the table with his mouth and eyes empty.

The voice waited for a while, and when he saw that Shang Quanna ignored his meaning, he started to talk to himself:

"Sir God, it's time to feed the child medicine now."

Yes, the one who has always troubled Naozumi Nao is the guy who claims to be "Humizumi Nao" and keeps talking.

If this voice does not lie, it means that this guy is the original owner of this body.

Shang Quanna's eyes gradually tightened. Looking at the lights in front of him, he ignored the sound in his mind and was thinking about something.

He even suspected for a time that he could not accept the fact that he traveled through time and was overly frightened, which led to his suffering from schizophrenia.

but…

Shang Quanna looked to his left with a pair of dead fish eyes.

A translucent human figure was floating bored in the air, with empty eyes facing him.

And three Chinese characters are faintly emerging above the translucent human head:

"Hunizumi Nai"

Looking at the translucent human figure playing with his hair, Nao Na's facial expression was a little broken.

This time of peace…

There is definitely a problem!!!

...

Japanese style courtyard.

A child with black hair and a haggard face was sitting weakly on the tatami.

He looked at the moonlight falling from outside the courtyard with his eyes blanketed, and his pale and distinctive hands unconsciously clenched the bedding covered with his body.

A little bit of strange and sharp scarlet flush surged into the child's eyes.

"Flesh...blood..."

Under the moonlight, the child's expression gradually became twitching and ferocious.

The condition is getting worse!!

Click!

The black-haired child covered his mouth that was constantly secreting saliva in the dark, and endured the discomfort and looked at the panicked maid on the side.

The hoarse voices that were not as hoarse as children were squeezed out from his throat one by one:

"Go... call that doctor!"

"Yes...yes! Lord Sayashiki!"

The maid panickedly took the order from "Master Chanyashiki" and quickly turned around and left the dark and weird courtyard room.

The shadow is gradually swallowing everything around.

...

In the guest room.

The candlelight sways slightly, swaying shadows.

"Why do you call me Lord God?"

He blurted out his skilled Japanese, but for Naoto Na, who had suffered the blow of crushing worldview, he was already used to it.

Shang Quanna hung a pair of dead fish eyes that had lost hope, looking at the hollow eyes of the translucent humanoid.

The translucent human figure who called himself "Hanizumi Nai" wandered around the air and then landed in front of Naizumi Nai.

The ethereal voice came out with his mouth opening and closing:

"Because, in legend, only the gods walking on earth can perceive the existence of others' hearts."

"When I was alive, I had met two gods during my travels."

"One of them can smell the inner uneasiness of others through their sense of smell, or distinguish a person's good or bad."

"The other is the ability to perceive other people's emotions through hearing, and even judge other people's physical condition."

"They both later retired to the deep forest."

As he said that, the translucent humanoid looked at the candlelight beside him, then slowly landed on the ground and sat down.

"So, you who can also see, even talk to me who is dead and who can control my body during my lifetime must be a god."

After saying that, the translucent human-shaped mouth smiled slightly and looked at Shang Quanna with empty eyes.

Shang Quanna patiently listened to the description of "Hanizumi Nai", his pair of dead fish eyes gradually lost the last highlight. He was crazily deceiving himself that the two of them were liars in the world.

Can you perceive others' hearts through smell and hearing?

A charlatan?

However, through micro-expressions, one can observe a person's general psychology. This may exist, but it will not be so mysterious.

Well, it is probably rumored and various superstitious legends from the feudal period.
To be continued...