Lu Zhiyao asks himself every night:
"If even memories are stolen goods, how can I prove that I ever existed?"
No one can answer him, and the only place that can answer him is the hell he is destined to destroy.
Another paradox.
His life is bound by countless paradoxes, and he has long been accustomed to finding a way out of paradoxes. But since his return, he found himself being put on a bigger chessboard.
Just when he thought everything was coming to an end and was about to clean up the last ruins, he found that his "knight" chess piece had already been swallowed up. Looking at the chessboard left for him by the opponent, Lu Zhiyao chose to push his own chess piece forward and stepped into the opponent's circle.
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Jiang Li felt only indescribable joy in her heart when facing this younger brother whom she hadn't seen for ten years and who had returned with eight years of blank time and a lot of questions. But when the joy of reunion began to dissipate, the puzzles and questions that had been deliberately put aside resurfaced.
Lu Zhiyao was lively and active ten years ago, but now he is quiet and gentle;
Ten years ago, Lu Zhiyao climbed a tree and climbed a wall, but now he stopped after running a hundred meters and bent down to gasp;
Lu Zhiyao ten years ago had black hair and healthy wheat-colored skin. Now his eyebrows, eyelashes and hair are all golden, and even his skin is sickly white;
Jiang Li couldn't help but ask herself: Are the Lu Zhiyao who left ten years ago and the Lu Zhiyao who came back now the same person?
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Finally, when Lu Zhiyao finally stood in front of the iron door of hell, he heard the voice behind the door asking himself:
"Angel, in this chess game where humanity is the bet, are you a killer who rushes in diagonally, or a chess spectator who looks on coldly?"
Lu Zhiyao looked at the door, with a smile on his face that they judged to be perfect, and said to him:
"I am the one who overturns this chess game."
Food guide:
*The main body is modern fictional criminal investigation novels
*Does not involve supernatural, fantasy or future world views
＊Emotional thread can be eaten without any knife
Intention: A journey will tell you a horse's power, but time will tell you a person's heart
