Takasugihara looked at his hands and wanted to understand the feeling of being able to read through others' inner thoughts.

It was late at night, only he, Ling Nai, and the lightning rod were on the street, and the mouse had already entered the sewer.

He found no object to read.

"How about it, how can you understand the inner feelings of others?"

Lena stood beside him and asked quietly.

"I haven't tried it yet."

Takasugihara tells the truth.

The two began to walk aimlessly, and the bright moonlight fell on them in silver.

Takasugihara suddenly stopped thinking, pinching her chin with her fingers, and silently muttering to herself.

"With this ability, find a way to get out someone else's bank card password, and it's much faster to make money than a tutor."

Ling Nai frowned and immediately stood in front of him and pinched his cheek.

"What did you say?"

Takasugihara looked at Leno's angry cheeks and took the opportunity to quickly peek at her heart.

‘For bad use, be careful that I will kill you.’

Takasugihara quickly withdrew his mind reading technique.

"I will definitely use it well on the right path."

He nodded righteously.

Lena let go of his face, rubbed it before stopping, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"That's right."

"Why give me such an interesting ability?" Takasugihara asked.

"I'm tired of playing."

Zero said nothing.

"It has been seven days since I got this ability. Sometimes it is really not a good thing to read minds."

The words ended here and Zenona showed a playful smile as if Takasugihara:

"You'll know tomorrow."

"Anyway, there are only 24 hours left in the effective time of mind reading, so you can enjoy the taste of superpowers. Of course, I will also monitor you by your side."

Zenna said.

"You're not leaving?"

"No. I want to meet the five Nakano sisters that you mentioned."

Leno showed a charming smile, hundreds of times warmer than street lights.

The two of them returned to Takasugihara's room.

The lightning rod took the initiative to return to his small house and lay down.

Lena sat on the computer desk, her slender legs off the ground, and slowly shook them.

"What will you do when I return to the watch world?"

Takasugihara suddenly asked.

"Just watch you sleep like this." Lena said with a wink.

Takasugihara suddenly felt naked as if she was peeped out without clothes.

"Just kidding. I'll go somewhere else later."

Lena dispelled Takasugihara's doubts and quipped.

"The gravekeeper is dead, the one in the suburbs." Takasugihara suddenly said.

"I know. I came back and went there and took a look."

Zenna nodded: "The undead without entity will sooner or later be destroyed."

"Why can't you? You don't have entities, either."

"I don't know. Maybe I'm more special."

Leona spread his hands.

"After all, there is no memory, and no one knows what happened during that period..."

"What do you remember?"

Takasugihara lay down on the bed and asked.

From the perspective of the inner world, this situation is very intriguing.

The two of them were exactly the same, Takasugihara lying side by side on a bed of a white mattress.

Leno shook his head, "Most of the intermittent memory fragments are from before the age of sixteen or seventeen."

"It means you died at that time?" Takasugihara asked.

"Maybe."

Leno shrugged his delicate shoulders.

The two said goodbye, Takasugihara returned to the face world, and Lena jumped out of the window in the inner world and disappeared in the middle of the night.

early morning.

Takasugihara woke up before the first ray of sunlight shone into the window.

The window was open, and the breeze outside the window blew into the room, refreshing, blowing the curtains on both sides of the window blew and fluttering.

Takasugihara checked his body and found no abnormalities.

I got up and closed the window, washed up briefly, and left the house with my schoolbag on my back.

In the air above the street, there was a layer of milky white mist, which drifted away with the wind as the sun rose.

Takasugihara walked to a vendor selling breakfast, and his mind reading began to work, and his heart began to be filled with various voices.

In a breakfast stall, the simple aunt selling breakfast smiled at a young man.

"Young man, what are you buying today?"

The young man carrying a backpack picked a plate of tea eggs with his hands, "As usual, a cup of soy milk is enough."

"Okay." The boss lady took out a cup of soy milk and gave two tea eggs to the young man, "I'll give you my work hard."

Looking at the young man, she showed a kind smile, and there was a faint sadness hidden under her eyes.

‘If my son is still here, he should be as old as him.’

“Eh? Thank you?”

The young man took the breakfast blankly and thanked him for no reason. He was worried that his heart would be calm for the next interview.

Takasugihara quietly watched the young man and the proprietress saying goodbye to the breakfast shop.

This feeling of understanding others is great.

As he walked slowly towards the school, more and more people passed by him.

A man wearing formal clothes and looking like a corporate executive peeked at a woman in a passerby miniskirt.

‘Five years ago, I went directly to ask for WeChat, but unfortunately there is a tigress at home now…’

The man had no expression on his face, but was silent in his heart.

A dusty worker came towards him.

The military green worker's uniform was covered in dust and his fists were clenched. His face, in his forties, looked angry.

‘Damn it, I’m stupid if I choose a civil engineering major in the future!’

It turns out that he is only in his early twenties.

Immediately afterwards, a small group of elementary school students also walked to Takasugihara.

The elementary school student was playing, and countless inner monologues poured into his mind.

‘Light! I am light!’

A little boy with a fist looked ahead with justice. (I saw Ultraman last night)

‘This big brother is so strange.’

The pink little girl with a double ponytail carrying a schoolbag looked at him.

‘Dad hit his mom in the room last night. Are they domestic violence?’

A worried little boy pouted.
To be continued...