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

"Search for orders with more than 7 of the same meal," Qing Chen said.


Luo Wanya and the others were captives, and while colleagues ordering food for themselves would choose according to their personal tastes, would guards consider the taste preferences of those under house arrest? Of course not, they would simply order the same dishes for several people without considering individual preferences.


Yi said, "After filtering out 121,991 search results, there are still 14,831 orders left. It would actually be easier to find if you mentioned what he specifically ate."


Qing Chen replied, "Luo Wanya said that he mostly eats synthetic protein meat and corn every day. Refine the search results again."


"6,831 orders," Yi said. "This is a common food choice for the working class in the Inner World. It's not very distinctive. The person buying this kind of food probably did so to avoid leaving any clues."


311, hold a bowl of water steady