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

At the silent dead end of the corridor.


Qing Chen checked his firearms again, even removing each golden-yellow bullet from the magazine to ensure they hadn't become damp from being on the rack for too long.


Only after confirming there was no rust did he press the bullets back into the magazine.


This time, he definitely had to change his face before going out. After all, the real 'Qing Chen' was still in the Half Mountain Manor at the moment. But whom should he impersonate?


He remembered the face he had seen at Weiyang Lake Park and transformed into Zard's appearance.


If he really did something to offend Jindai or Deer Island, then there would be a clear target for the blame. Let the bigwigs of the consortium deal with Huan Yu and Zard.


He stood in the corridor on the first floor, surveying the structure outside the house.


It seemed like an old neighborhood from the Outer World, without even an elevator, and only two households in each corridor.


311, holding a bowl of water steady