"The rusty moonlight seeped into the window lattice, and the rusty iron chains grew under the skin..." A strange poem pulled Lin Yi into the time and space rift in 1941.
This is a strange place called "East Asia Inn", which was once a hell on earth.
What others see as a terrifying Shura Field, in Lin Yi's eyes is a jigsaw puzzle waiting to be pieced together.
He is not seeking survival, he is seeking judgment. ... He stood under the blood moon, holding a pocket watch in his hand, and his voice was as cold as a knife.
"The hour of judgment is coming."

