Chess Day

National Security Bureau intelligence analyst Chen Feng suffered a mental breakdown after coming into contact with a file that should not exist and chose euthanasia. When he woke up from time traveling, he was stabbed in the chest and lying on the Gobi Desert waiting to die. Three practitioners chased me, confirmed that I was dead, turned around and left. Before leaving, he said: "It's just a chess piece. If you lose it, you lose it." There is no memory, no cultivation, and even the name was picked up from the dead person's customs clearance document. But I have an instinct that no one knows - deduction. Calculate people's hearts, calculate situations, and calculate life and death. Three killers, ten sentences, and walked away alive. In a dead border town, overnight, I calculated everyone's fate. When the two empires, thirty-six kingdoms, and hundreds of sects were fighting on the chessboard, I was already standing outside the chessboard. On the surface, he is a businessman, but secretly, he is a chess player. I want to play this game of chess myself.