The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

"Looking at the structure of the house, this is a modern residence, not the ancient-style architecture of a mid-mountain estate. It's only a little over two kilometers from the mid-mountain estate, so it probably isn't a skyscraper, as there are few skyscrapers in Upper Three Districts. The Estate should also avoid being spied upon," Qing Chen strolled through the spacious room, "Could it be a small high-rise?"


Aside from seven car keys, the foyer cabinet also held seven mobile phones, and the wardrobe was packed full of clothes.


Apart from a few formal pieces, they were mostly casual hoodies and sportswear.


Qing Chen knew at first glance that the clothes were all custom-made for the old man.


"The old man is quite young at heart, dressing so flamboyantly," he chuckled, "Looking at the dust in this house, it must have been a long, long time since anyone has visited."


As Qing Chen was examining the wardrobe, he suddenly found a button hidden behind the hanging clothes.


303, Orthodox Practice Method